A reassuring squeeze on my right arm tells me that the other set of hands belong to Mike, His friend and business partner. Mike's a nice guy, and fun to be around, but doesn't fully comprehend the depth of a D/s relationship. He does like to play, though, and gives it all he's got. On my previous visit, Master introduced me to the fine art of sharing, but that's another story.
The hands guide me across the room, one curling around the back of my neck, one pulling the lead He attached, one on my arm and the other alternating between feeling my slit from behind and slapping my ass. The hand on my ass slides between my legs, feeling my telltale wetness and a finger slips inside me slowly, easily, O God, so very slowly that I have to stop my tentative steps because my legs feel weak. A hard yank on my lead gets me moving again and I almost stumble until my thighs bump up against the edge of the desk, and I am released to stand alone.
The air cools noticeably...Damn! I forgot to turn down the AC. Wide cuffs are attached to my wrists and ankles and my head is jerked back again as a mouth, my Master's mouth invades my neck, kissing, licking, sucking, biting like a stallion over a mare. I am pushed face down over the desk and my arms are pulled tight until only my toes can touch the floor and tied tight, along with my ankles to the legs of the desk. Ok...been here...done this...I know what's coming and I try to relax, wondering who's going to go first. I wait...and wait...I wiggle my ass a bit to remind them that I'm here and to please start. I need to get fucked! Come on! What are they doing??? The side of my face is sticking to the desk already! As I slowly lift my head to peel it away from the smooth surface, the music lowers and I hear them behind me, talking about business. Wait just a minute here! I need...what's that noise? A lighter. The sweet smell of pot permeates the air and I breathe deeply, hoping I'll get a hit. I hear the sound if ice tinkling in glasses.
"kitten..." My head stills, as I listen intently. "kitten looks good like that, doesn't she?"
"She sure does." Yes, it's definitely Mike.
"And I'll bet she'd like some of this."
"In a minute, Mike. I just want to watch her for a bit."
My ass wiggles at Him, asking for a hit. Please!
'Pfffffftttt....'ere."
"Mike, look at her pussy. It's dripping."
God! I can't close my legs at all! I didn't realize they could see it so well.
"This is good stuff, can I give her a hit?"
"She can wait." And they proceed to spend a few minutes discussing business while I drip for them.
I can feel my juices run down my inner thigh and I want to wipe it away, it tickles, but my hands are tied securely. Knowing that they're looking at my pussy from behind only makes it drip more. It's humiliating, yet...erotic.
The odor in the room invades my senses and I lay my head back down. Dammit! I want some! My ass wiggles again and this causes Master to let out a loud laugh. "Patience, My kitten, don't worry. You'll get some. Mike, go give her a hit."
Smoke billows around my nose and I inhale as deeply as I can, wanting more. MMMMmmmm, I feel my body and mind relax after a couple of hits and I let go.
My mind is drifting, waiting, wanting...SMACK! Shit! I wasn't expecting such a sting, that hurt dammit! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! OWWWWWW!! What the hell is he using? A belt? O. It's beginning to...feel...kind of...good. SMACK! Ouch! But mmm. "Jesus Christ! You're gonna hurt her!"
"She loves it...watch this..."
Master stops smacking my burning ass and i poise myself for another, silent, still, waiting. Nothing. Wiggling my ass frantically, I beg for more. Nothing. "Mmmmphhhh!!" "See? She wants more."
SMACK! Damn! I don't know what He's using this time, but it burns far more than anything else He's used in the past. Burns good...SMACK! Ahhh...my ass stops wiggling and my head relaxes on the desk, my body and mind reveling in the pleasure/pain He is giving me. His fingers snake between my legs, dipping into the slew of juices dripping from my cunt, sliding around my clit. OOOO God! I LOVE that! MMM...let me cum...oh...there...don't stop! The pressure builds as my clit swells and begins to twitch under His expert fingers. I God! I'm gomma cum, my mind screams as my legs tense. Ah...ah...and He stops. My head rears back in frustration as the orgasm slips away. I try desperately to pull my arms away, anything to finish me off, but they're tied too tight and won't budge. "MMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!" I wiggle my ass furiously. LET ME CUMMMM MASTERRR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE my ass screams at Him. And I hear Him sit again next to Mike. HE IS SITTING DOWN! DAMMIT! HOW DARE HE! In my frustration, my head slams against the desk. "Jesus! Is she ok?" Mike asks.
"kitten wants to scene in a bad way, Mike. She wants to go further and she wants Me to test her limits. This is what she wants, to go to the edge and back."
"Cool! Can I do that?" I hear rustling.
"Sit down, Mike. She needs to learn that there's more to this than cumming constantly. She needs to learn about control, and who has it. She'll cum when and how I say. Watch her ass wiggle, she wants it so bad." I do I do I do!!
"But..."
