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."