He told her to go to bed and get some rest, because she was going to need all the energy she could get for later. Obediently, she slept for a few hours, and then...
She awoke to the erotic, yet familiar sensations of his male hardness pressed against her 'sweet spot', that place where the cheeks of her bottom and thighs all meet. His lips and tongue were working their magic on her neck and shoulders. With her eyes still closed, she moaned softly, letting him know that his girl was awake, moistening, and very responsive, moving slightly against him.
Then it came - a new sensation. The silky blindfold that she was accustomed to was not used, this time. He had replaced it with another. This one was heavier... suede... fuller, so that there was no chance of light reaching her eyes, at all - no chance of catching a glimpse of movement out of the sides. He fastened it tightly, and then gently took her hands and tied them together, leading her from the bed by them, to the next room - his dungeon. She sensed they were not alone, though she heard no one, not a sound. Or was it her imagination?
She was then strapped to the spanking bench by her ankles and knees, and bent over it, exposing her fully to the company in the room. Her hands - still bound together, were then bound to the base of the bench on the other side, her full breasts, dangling globes, hanging down. She heard the murmurs of appreciation from their company -- yes -- there were others... but how many? Who??? She was dying to know, but remained silent. This was all new. They had never had an audience, before. With her moistness fully exposed, she experienced a new sensation... displayed erotic humiliation... which made her moisten even more, her nipples hardening, her breath shaky and light.
The next thing she felt was his breath, hot against her ear, whispering to her that she need not remain silent, but that it was her option. His hands began wandering over her body, caressing, teasing lightly all of her other erogenous zones, without ever touching her vulva. Her moisture became true wetness, glistening in front of the people seated around her in the room, and when finally he parted her sweet lips with his fingers, her juices dripped down her legs, and there were more murmurings of approval.