"Is it?" I asked, looking down.
Sure enough. Much of it was streaked with red. One nipple looked like it should sting painfully, though it didn't. A dull throbbing, perhaps. My pussy lips looked swollen and inflamed, though I only felt the remnants of my orgasm at present. I felt fine, on the whole, as strange is it might sound.
"Please, Diego. I'm fine. You needn't concern yourself. I can stop this if I need to."
"As you wish, señorita."
He moved back, though not as far as before. Mistress continued and I climaxed once more before she was done, this time when she struck my inflamed nipple. Diego didn't stir.
When it was over, I was released. I felt it more now it was over than I had when receiving it. I didn't want to bring my legs together because of my pussy, so I hobbled towards the house, my legs spread, Luke and Mistress helping support me.
"Diego is a little in love with you I think," Mistress said.
"I think he just enjoys the sex," I replied.
"No," Luke said, "he's in love. He wouldn't rush up and push me out of the way because of having sex with you. But he doesn't understand. He's confused by your behavior; why you would accept the things Mistress is doing. He would never accept them, and even though he knows Ranger and I are punished publicly, he sees you as being different, perhaps because you're a woman. In a way, it's funny. Culturally, hispanic people don't see a slap or two to the spouse as being out of line, but this is more than correcting a spouse. So it's more than just sex."
"I shall have to explain it better, I suppose."
"Why don't you take a quick shower and Luke will put some cream on you to ease your discomfort," Mistress said. "Then we'll need to leave for Orlando. We'll have dinner before going to 'The Woodshed'. I recommend you don't eat a heavy meal. You'll be swallowing a lot of cum tonight. You'll find the clothes I want you to wear on my bed after your treatment."
"Yes, Mistress."
I took a fast shower and Cool Hand Luke treated my skin with an analgesic cream, reducing the discomfort of my punishment. I went into Mistress' room and found the dress she wanted me to wear this evening. It was fairly sheer on top, without a brassiere, more translucent than transparent, but my breasts would be visible to all who saw them. Since we intended to dine out, that would be anyone in the restaurant where we ate. While the lower part of the dress was close to floor length, it had a slit running up the side which went to the waist. Since I wouldn't be wearing panties either, it was entirely possible I'd be flashing people if I walked unless I held it closed at the slit. I didn't think Mistress cared enough about my modesty to allow me to do so. Of course, once I reached 'The Woodshed', I'd be naked. The dress I'd be wearing now would matter little there. I got dressed. It was a beautiful dress and I looked beautiful in it, if a little slutty.
Mistress hired another driver to take us to Orlando. We would return in the car Ranger would bring down after getting off work. To start, Mistress and Luke played with my pussy on the drive and the driver could barely take his eyes off the rear view mirror to the point of being dangerous. Mistress liked exposing me to others, hence the dress, but raised the window between the driver and us when he had to make a sudden swerve back to his lane. No blow job for him tonight, I guessed. Of course, once the window was raised, Mistress was happy to have me go between her legs and lick her to three orgasms. Cumming is a great way to pass the time during the long drive from Ocala to Orlando. Of course, she was the one passing the time, I was the one helping her to pass the time.
Luke handed me a handkerchief to wipe my face when I was done, then it was his turn to delve in her folds. He licked her to three orgasms as I had, perhaps quicker than me, having served Mistress for many years and knowing her intimately. When she was satisfied with his performance, I sucked Luke's cock as his reward, swallowing his load so as not to soil the car. Mistress didn't allow me the same consideration so I was quite horny when we arrived at the restaurant.
We ate at Whisper Creek Farm - the Kitchen, a restaurant located in the J W Marriott hotel, specializing in farm to table food. I made quite the entrance. Mistress led me to the table with my left hand which might have held the slit closed. As we walked, I flashed my pussy at the people seated to my left, and my breasts wobbled, nicely unrestrained, my nipples clearly visible in the blouse. We took our time eating, having plenty of time before the BDSM club opened for normal business. As Mistress recommended, I ate on the light side; a small mahimahi fish fillet and salad. The food was excellent and of course, we had excellent service, as our waiter loved coming to our table to see the pretty girl with the faintly visible boobs.
When we left, Mistress took my hand again, and the people on the other side of the room got brief glimpses of my cunt as we walked. I had to admit the exposure and attention I received from everyone as a consequence, left me wet. I was becoming desperate to cum, though it would be up to Mistress when I would be allowed. I would have been happy to ride Luke's cock, even if our driver was watching. The mindset of sex craving submissives such as I hoped to be for a year was becoming clear to me, even after a week.
Our driver took us to 'The Woodshed' where he was dismissed. There was no extra tipping due to the sudden swerve on the road. Mistress didn't mind sharing my charms, but didn't want to die due to the inattention of the driver. She told him why, specifically and clearly, he would not be partaking of my services. The manager of his limo service would be informed.
As soon as we walked through the inner door at 'The Woodshed', my clothes came off, Luke taking them from me to hang in a locker. Today I was a total slave, unable to wear clothes at all. I saw the posters on the wall announcing the glory hole for all comers beginning at 9:30 PM. I wondered what Mistress would have me do until then. When Luke rejoined us, he was nude as well, just another naked slave belonging to Mistress. Mistress took me to the electronic fucking machine section.
"One of the questions on the questionnaire dealt with fucking machines," Mistress said. "I'm going to put you on a Sybian and make you undergo forced orgasms for an hour. It will be similar to the special saddle, but with less control. Luke will be in charge of your controls. He's to see to it you undergo at least twenty orgasms during your hour on the machine. There may be more as you'll do the full hour no matter how many you have. You will suck his balls clean of cum at least once during your time on the Sybian. You will be punished extra tomorrow if you neglect his cock while you're cumming."
"Yes, Mistress."
"I will come get you when it's time for you to experience the glory hole. I understand there will be two additional participants sharing the hole with you. With three participants, I'd expect you to be busy because there will be less waiting. Lucas, please see to Beth's pleasure."
She disappeared and Luke led me to one of the Sybian machines. He chose one with two cocks, so I knew it would be similar to the Trainer she used on me, though forcing orgasms rather than restricting them. He used some of the lube found by the equipment to oil the device, though I doubted my pussy required anything other than the vaginal lubricant I was producing in anticipation. My ass might welcome it however. He handed me the bottle and allowed me to provide for myself. What I didn't expect was his fastening straps around my waist and legs to keep me on the equipment.
"I'm sorry," Luke said, "but Mistress insisted you be fastened down. She didn't want you free to get off if the orgasms became too intense."
How intense would they get, I wondered. I would soon find out.
"I'm going to start you off somewhat slow," he said, "but I will crank it up quickly as you're supposed to have twenty orgasms in an hour."
Twenty was one every three minutes, on average. That was a shit load of orgasms. Lucas started the Sybian up. Five minutes later, I had my first orgasm, moaning spectacularly for those who had drifted over to watch. Not everyone was bound to their machine, so people came over expecting things to happen. I thought I even saw Dina in the crowd watching me, though the people were constantly shifting, so I couldn't keep an eye on her.
Lucas jacked up the machine and I had another one four minutes after the first and a third in a little less than four at the next highest setting. The Sybian seat beneath my fanny began to get soaked by my juices. Lucas cranked it up another level. My next orgasm occurred after three more minutes, so I was starting to hit the average, but I'd need to catch up to make up for the first three. The constant throbbing, thrusting, buzzing of the Sybian was beginning to feel somewhat irritable to my clit, so I tried to lean back, but the straps holding me onto it wouldn't let me get far enough away for me to avoid it altogether. I had to strain too hard, and the second I relaxed, it was buzzing against my clit again. I had another orgasm, and another not too long afterward. The cushioned seat was now soaked, and if I could have gotten off it, I would have.
