This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely start out as a love story and continue to build with fiery passion. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. I love hearing from you and love your ideas for the continuation of this story or ides for new stories.
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Chapter 15
Joe looked at her radiant face that seemed to glow with the remnants of her orgasm. At times like this she just takes his breath away and he loves her even more. "Believe me Baby, right now there is nothing I would rather do than take you home and make slow, sweet love to you, but we promised a show. I will promise you that as soon as the show is over, I will take you home and make love to you. I just want you to know how beautiful and how incredible you really are. I am so proud of you baby, and so proud to be your master. Jessa, and you make me the happiest man in the world."
The incredible joy on her face when Joe told her how proud he was of her, just seemed to make everything else in the room go away. As much as they love each other, Jessa seems to recommit herself every time he tells her how proud he is of her. Being the best, she can and being the best submissive she can is one of her selfless acts of love for Joe.
Joe gathered her in his arms, and as he did his eyes bore into hers. Jessa felt him reach in and grab her heart with his eyes, squeezing it and claiming it as his. At that brief moment, she discovered something else about her master. Yes, he cared about the way she looked, her body, breasts, belly, and hips. He valued her beauty, her face and hair, but he loved her heart. In her heart he saw only beauty, love, commitment, and a gentle kindness. His love was for the woman inside this incredibly beautiful shell, and no one had ever loved her like that before.
Joe stood with her in his arms and carried her over to the St. Andrew's cross. He let her slide from his grasp until she was standing in front of him with her back to the cross. He knelt at her feet and buckled first one ankle then spread her legs and buckled the other into the cuffs at the bottom of the cross. He stood and bound her wrists into the cuffs at the top of the cross. He reached around behind the cross and pulled the slack from the wrist ties stretching her taut against the cross.
Jessa felt erotic shivers with every snap and buckle. She saw the crowd sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting for her to be their show. As Joe pulled on the top ropes, she shivered as she felt her arms stretch, with her breasts thrusting outward and her belly shrinking against her backbone. The excitement built inside her, because she knew there was no way to get away. She was at the complete mercy of the man standing in front of her.
She knew he could do anything he wanted to her, and she knew she would love every second of it. No matter what he did, she knew he would be driving her to a rapture of previously unimagined intensity. By the time he finished with her, she would be suffering an intense ecstasy that very few had ever felt. This was her dream. To be at the mercy of the man who loved her with the fervor that could not be quenched, but being in front of an audience took her passion to unimagined heights. She could see a wild frenzy in his eyes and a craving to tame and to control her lust.
As he stared hungrily at her, she could see his greedy longing to possess her body and harness her unbridled rapture. Once again, she was quivering inside, trembling with anticipation and eager to feel his wild and crazy love unleashed upon her. Her magnificent body bristled with a sassy impudence, daring him to try and subdue her arrogant spirit. However, her face and eyes had already conceded and wanted nothing more than for him to bridle her and control the wild passion inside.
Joe stood beside her with his hands caressing her tightly stretched skin and taut trembling muscles. Her skin was soft, but hot, quaking impatiently, waiting for him to send her passion soaring. As his hands continued light caresses, he addressed the audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a St. Andrew's cross or otherwise known as an X cross. It is believed the apostle Andrew was crucified on an X shaped cross; hence the name, St. Andrew's cross. He is said to have told his executioners that he was not worthy to be crucified on the same style cross as Jesus and persuaded them to alter the shape."
As Joe began his presentation to the audience, Jessa scanned their faces. The audience had given up any pretense at civility, and many had even stripped naked. Many couples were already making love, but their eyes were all on Jessa. She felt their desire for her pouring over as they openly fucked in the audience. This only elevated her already wild desire. She was the catalyst for everyone in the audience. She wanted her master to drive her even further, giving the audience a show, they would never forget.
"The cross can be used in two different configurations. If the slave is bound facing the cross, it is usually used for whipping the slave or used for punishment. If the slave is bound with her back to the cross, then it is used for more sexual stimulation, teasing, torment, or even torture. So, ladies and gentlemen, do you think my gorgeous slave has been good or bad and does she deserve punishment or pleasure?"
The audience began screaming both pleasure and punishment with both being about equal in volume. Joe looked over at Jessa and saw that she had a worried expression on her face. He could tell she was afraid he was going to punish her, but her look also said she would do whatever her master commanded. Once again, Joe was very proud and cherished her complete devotion to him. As he looked at her, he didn't think she had any idea how truly special she really was.
Joe laid her fears to rest and let her know that this was all part of the show. He had no intention of punishing her. Once he was sure she understood his intentions, he turned back to the audience and said, "Well, it sounds like the audience is pretty, evenly split. A slave should only be punished when she does something wrong, and my slave has not done anything to warrant punishment. Therefore, my incredibly loving and devoted slave will be teased and tormented with her beautiful belly, hips, pussy and breasts exposed to torment. I'm very sure everyone will not be disappointed."
Joe slipped on a mink glove and began to lightly stroke her belly. He began to run the mink glove in lazy circles around her body but never touched her nipples or pussy. For Jessa, the glove felt extremely sensual and stimulating, while at the same time being softly erotic. She felt goose bumps breakout all over her skin. She whispered, "Master that is so soft and silky. It's giving me shivers all over."
Joe ran the soft, silky glove over her breasts and pinched her nipples with the soft fur. Jessa gasp as he continued to pinch and tug on her nipples using the glove. He went back and forth between both nipples until they were both hard and distended. Jessa's breath was becoming faster and more labored as her nipples hardened even more. Then he slid the glove down over her taut belly and weeping, pussy lips.
Jessa's nipples were hard, distended, and throbbing. She didn't know if she wanted more of the soft nipple play or less, and the mink glove had deceptively been torturous. Jessa's nipples were aching for something. She didn't know what, but they throbbed with a dull pain that cried out for attention. Now her clit was getting the same treatment. This soft, furry glove was turning pleasure into torture.
Joe would run the glove on the inside of her thighs while sensuously rubbing and pulling on her pussy lips. He kept this up until he could see the muscles in her belly trying to push more of her swollen lips into his hands. Only then did he give her clit the same treatment as he had her nipples. He used his thumb and forefinger inside the glove to pinch and roll her clit, and the soft furry feel was excruciatingly arousing.
Joe kept this up until her skin was flush and sensitive. While he was rubbing her with the mink glove with one hand, he slipped some cat nails over his fingers on the other hand. They are just what they sound like, a sharp pointed, metal nail that slips over the fingers. Joe slid cat nails over all four fingers of his left hand. While her body was sensuously writhing and preening and her eyes were glazed in a lusty fog, he lightly scratched down her belly.
Jessa's body immediately recoiled from the sudden harsh treatment, sucking in her belly as it tried to hide behind her back bone. Her face and eyes, that only a moment before had been foggy with decadent lust, were now wide open and wild with the new, harsh sensation. She sucked in a harsh breath and screamed, "Master, you're cutting me! Master, you're cutting me!"
As Joe's hand tipped with the cat nails moved to cup her breast, he replied softly, "I'm not cutting you my pet! Remember my love, lots of sensations some you'll like and some you won't. However, your master loves you and would never damage you."
Jessa's eyes were wide with panic and fear, but her master's words seemed to penetrate and the fear began to dissipate. Jessa looked down and saw the red trail of the nails across her belly, and she saw his hand cupping her breast. Her eyes widened as she saw her breast encased by a hand with sharp, steel nails. As she watched in horror, he began to close his hand. The cat nails left red streaks on her skin as they closed, encircling her sensitive and inflamed nipple.
Joe was very careful as the cat nails surrounded then lightly scraped her nipple. Jessa's swollen nipple shrieked in agony as the sharp points scraped along it. She felt the erotically painful tug on her nipple. Joe's other hand still teasing her clit with the mink glove; he scraped her nipple and felt her hips clinch in response. To confirm what he was feeling, he used the cat nails on her other nipple, and again he felt her hips spasm in response to his stimulus. The spasm in her hips jerked her clit from his grasping fingers, and Jessa shrieked like a banshee. Joe didn't know if it was the cat nails on her nipple or the tug on her clit, but her body froze with a combination of pain and rapture.
Joe traced the cat nails down over her taut belly watching her muscles ripple and recoil trying to get out of the way of the harsh stimulus. Suddenly they were gone, and she felt his lips soothing and sucking her nipples in his mouth. Watching her body react was overwhelmingly erotic. As he reached her legs, he slipped the cat nails off his fingers and again used the mink glove to soothe the red streaks over her belly and breasts.
