Clit @ MindSay

As the guests stood only a few feet away, the small petite blond reached behind her back and unfastened her corset as she stepped onto the pedestal.  She stood casually as the corset dropped to the floor. She bent forward, unhooked her stockings and rolled them down, reached behind her and the garter belt came off. With shining blue eyes and a shy smile, she didn’t hesitate, but put her fingers under the waistline of her thong and slipped it down and stepped out of it.  She stood and raised her hands and ruffled her short blond hair, giggled and squealed as she faced the crowd.

“May I introduce Belle”  Her master stood just out of the spotlight and motioned to her.   Short blond hair cut just below her ear, bright blue eyes and fair skin, she blushed under the focused light.  Her breasts were modest, full and well shaped . . . her nipples were a heightened pink, un-pierced and erect.  Painted toenails, shapely legs to the curve of her hips, and slim waist.  Her cunt was shaved and waxed and she slid her finger playfully between her labia hinting how wet she was.  She looked into the crowd, bravely making eye contact to see where they were looking, and quickly looked away.

“I am offering Belle to the top three bids. She will do anything you require of her”  

At his offer, she lowered her eyes and stood quietly with her hands folded in front of her. She felt her cunt swelling and closed her eyes and took a deep breath, waiting for her master’s commands.

“Present” 

She dropped slowly to her knees keeping them comfortably apart where her cunt could be easily seen, bent forward slightly, arched her back pushing her breasts forward, folded her hands behind her and lowered her eyes. 

“Kneel up”

Belle raised up on her knees and spread them apart a bit further, placed her hands directly behind her head, straightened her back and squared her shoulders and then leaned back at a slight angle.  Her breasts were raised, nipples firm and tempting. Continuing to look from her breasts, to her flat tummy, soft creamy Mons, her slit was parted slightly, and as she leaned back a bit more to push her cunt forward, you could see her pussy and the inner labia extending sweetly.  She blushed deeply as she heard a whispered comment and pushed her hips forward a bit more ever so slightly.  In this position she was posed beautifully, open and available for use.

“Open Belle”

She kept her eyes lowered and smiled shyly and blushed as she turned her back to the crowd bent over, on her knees, with her head on the pedestal, spread her legs apart. She then reached behind her and spread her cheeks with both hands.  She whimpered just a little as she held herself open.  Her cunt opened clearly, and under the focus of the spotlight her softest skin glistened with the wet flow of her and it was easy to see how wet she was.  

Her soft fair white skin turned deeply pink between her labia, her ass was fair to modest pink and as she relaxed visibly, she whimpered again listening to the whispered praises of several of the guests.  Her master stepped up and as she held herself open, parted her cheeks a bit more and spread her inner labia opening her cunt further, to the praise of several bidders.

Several of the guests approached closer, having her master leave her open for their viewing.  She whimpered again, but not in protest, and was rewarded by her master putting his fingers in her cunt more, showing her clit as he massaged it for the pleasure of the onlookers. He then pushed his fingers firmly against her ass opening her, and inserting glass plug into her ass.  She pushed against the plug, then shivered as she came hard and whispered. Her master released her and she curled up with her legs tucked under her, then knelt again under the spotlight for the bidders to inspect her further. 

“What will happen now?”   She held her hand on top of his, opened her legs a bit more and guided him to pet between her lips.  He pulled slightly on the clip chain and wet his fingers.

“She’ll go into the vanity room and service the ones who buy her. Do anything they wish. The other vanity rooms will be used should someone else take the pedestal, or perhaps other displays . . . do you want to watch?”

“ . . . yes . . .  please . . . yes . . .  “

The penthouse door opened to a spacious room with an open foyer where they were greeted by a young man in a black, silver and red vinyl army Captain’s uniform of classic European fashion, complete with stiletto boots, officer’s cap, and riding crop. He didn’t bother to look at the invitation verification, snapped to attention with a smart salute, eyes forward with a bright smile of recognition.   

With a snap of his fingers, his aide, a young man with shoulder length white blond hair, appeared from around the desk. He wore only a heavy leather chest harness, leather cuffs and a collar, each with rings for easy attachment and binding. Around his waist was a modest leather apron angle cut so that an erection would push it to the side, with a thong running, like hers, between and around his legs to the waistband.  She giggled as she noticed that he had the same adjustable nipple clips with the chain running down his belly as she did.

“We’re twins!”  She smiled as she let him peek at the clips and squealed as he pulled his apron aside and showed how his was attached to his pierced cock and Prince Albert.  She noticed the welts, the same length and width of the riding crop, could be seen running across his thighs and cock.

They were both giggling when he got a very sharp whack with the riding crop across his bare butt.  His eyes flashed for a second and he smiled at her and rolled his eyes, making her laugh more.   He asked their drink orders and went sharply to retrieve them, bowing and backing away on tippy toes very dramatically.  The Captain, adjusting his vinyl uniform and caressing his riding crop, raised an eyebrow and dismissed his aide away. She was blushing red from laughing and did her best to stand quietly still.

“There are four vanity rooms for this evening sir. The pedestal is the center piece in front of the main balcony. Did you have any others in your party?”

“Yes two”   

The Captain took her hand and held it high, twirling her.  He kissed her on each cheek, and gave her his card according to European military protocol. “At your service miss”

She blushed again and curtsied ever so slightly.

They made their way through the other guests when ‘the aide’ arrived with their drinks.  She sipped and took a deep breath, smelling the caterer’s food tables.
”Are you hungry?” 

“Ohh yes, please”  She smiled sweetly for reading her mind and kissed him lightly. He motioned again to the aide who appeared promptly and accepted her leash.

“May I ask why you were asked to hold my leash?”  She asked the aide and slipped him sips of her drink.

“So no one will bother you. No one would be so rude to touch your leash, but there are those who would take an opportunity to see if you were available.”
”I see, I think”

“He’s making it clear that you are not available. Everyone will notice this little gesture”

She raised her head and straightened her back, holding her drink in front of her and waited patiently on her leash for him and hoping the aide was right and others did notice the gesture  . . . and smiled thinking of him.

He returned with food, and Perrier, accepted her leash and gave his card to the aide who would be rewarded later for his courtesy.  He led her to a small corner alcove where she could see the rest of the room.  He fed her bites of kabob, couscous, pita and olives.  She watched the crowd throughout the room.  The vinyl fetishes stood out with the bright colored PVC, one with a stark white PVC nurses uniform with a red cross, the ladies wearing tight corsets, thongs, garters and stockings.  The leather boys and leather ladies and the pony girls. 

He motioned to ‘the aide’ again, handed over her leash and had him escort her to refresh herself.   She was led to one of the master bathrooms where ‘the aide’ held her leash high indicating for her to stand still as he unfastened her dress, undressed her and carefully released the clamps on her nipples and clit.  She blushed and they both giggled a little as he adjusted the harness loosening the front straps, where she could sit then freshen herself but keeping the dildo in place. 

She modestly sat, and stared into his eyes as he held her leash.  She stood again, washed, checked herself and turned and stood silently in front of him as he adjusted her harness so her cunt was properly presented, reattached all three clips, adjusted them for comfort and redressed her.

“All better now?”  the aide, checked her again to  make sure she was perfect

“Yes, very. Thank you kind sir”  She wondered if he noticed she was wet from his attention when he reconnected the clip to her hood.

He presented her back to her master, accepted two more cards and returned them to The Captain, who gave him a hard whack with his crop for a job well done.  She sat close and offered a kiss and parted her legs slightly as he peeled her dress back from her legs and ran his finger down the silver chain to her clit and stroked her.  She glanced to see a few guests looking at him petting her, her thighs were wet, her clit was throbbing and she covered his mouth with hers  . . .

A few moments later, the lights dimmed slightly and a spotlight appeared over the pedestal and she looked up to see a very pretty blond with short hair step up . . .

She looked up, hearing the ringing of silence, then sensing the shiver of chill going through her.  Lost in her notes, the art book and the collage of visual imagery that swirled in her thoughts . . . she had drifted far.  She sat very still, not moving as she slowly returned.  Looking around, and not seeing him or hearing him she felt exposed a bit, a need to reattach and she felt for her collar, then smiled as the faint sound of Cuban jazz reached her. 

She followed the music into the kitchen, sorting out the fragrances of food and soaking in the warmth. She stood close to him quietly and pouted that he didn’t immediately give her attention.  He set aside the food and slid his arm under her robe, around her and held her close.  She was still a bit detached  . . .  far away and gripped his shirt tightly making a fist, then put her hand over his heart and stood perfectly still.  

“My sweet pet”  He tightened his hold on her and she turned her face up to meet the kiss she depended on.  He kissed her and gave her bites of olives, cheese, sweet pickles, and she drank all of the beer from his bottle then kept the one he opened, reaching for the limes he was cutting.  She sat in her place and tried to piece the day together. She had begun sketching before breakfast and didn’t remember eating anything only coffee and some of his bagel.  She was still sketching when he came in with hot tea and she hadn’t noticed he’d left.

He put a large hot hot bowl of brothy Thai noodle soup in front of her, adding fresh bean sprouts, basil, spices, seasoned with splashes of Tuong ot Spiracha sauce.  She sipped it carefully from the large spoon.  The simmering broth and the heat of the sauce sent a wave of flame through her mouth and tummy. She smiled, and took a large mouthful of noodles and reached again for his beer.  He broke off pieces of Poppa Dom and she took bites of the brittle pepper bread to savor with the noodles.  Two more large ladles of soup, and sharing two more bottles of beer, she finally took a deep breath, picking the last piece of Poppa Dom, rewrapped herself in her robe and happily curled up close to him on the sofa with her sketch book and notes.

He surprised her with his questions as she showed him her sketches. He read her notes and she noticed that he was picking out the small details and sorting it out by linking piece by piece.  Whereas she imagined the whole scene in panorama, his image, what he saw and the way he visualized was more mosaic. He summed the parts to see the whole, and was immediately able to refer back to the things that stood out to him.  She’d seen his notebooks and it explained the outline format he used. 

“Do you play chess or cards?”  She saw an opportunity to probe her Knights armor and an opportunity to see him a bit clearer.  Being able to piece things together like that would make him an excellent tactician.  "Mariner" was the term used for navigator, the tactician of the vessel.

“Sometimes, yes.  I used to play more. I hate puzzles though.”
”And now?”

“And now, I enjoy looking at sketches and learning the things the artist sees”  She noted he sidestepped her inquiry, but gave her a glimpse more insight. He turned to where she was in front of him and opened her robe. She seldom lowered her eyes, but she did now . . . sitting with her back straight, pushing her breasts out a bit, legs tucked under her.  She waited, then when he did nothing, she smiled a bit and raised her eyes to his. 

She watched as he looked at her, caressing her breasts, and she blushed as he softly stroked her tummy.

“You’re blushing” 

“It’s the way you look at me . . . like you’ve never seen me or had me, or its imagining the things I know I’ll do . . . want to do.”  

His hand slid from her tummy, lower between her thighs.  She put her hands on his and guided him to her cunt and pressed his fingers into her.  She leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his neck as his fingers slid over her clit.

“Much more. My safe word is Catch me . . . “  She held his eye contact, smiled and kissed him as he reattached the leash to her collar. Her robe fell away as he raised her by the leash and led her . . .

She walked in, gave his name to the hostess, who smiled and immediately turned and led her to his table. The table was once the most sought after where the elite of the film industry held court, able to face the rest of the room with their backs to the wall while their guests sat facing only them, exposed and unaware of who was noticing. It was private in its way, unless you were attracting attention to yourself.

At this time of day the lounge was preparing for the evening crowd and served shots with chasers to deal-predators or a mid afternoon repast of Champagne and canapés’  to the few of its patrons who set their own schedule.  He stood up and she scooted into the inside of the booth. She smiled recognizing that she was already being confined and restrained, and simply dismissed her sense of time. There would be nothing more than a steady flow of requests and responses . . . he read her perfectly and leaned forward offering him a kiss he did not yet ask for.  She was pleased when she saw his approval and put the softest promise in the kiss she could, knowing he would recognize the offer and take away all control.

“Hmmm, I don’t think you came here straight from work.”  He looked her over noting her skirt and make up. She smiled and lowered her eyes. Their server brought Champagne and bearded oysters packed on ice.   The Sommelier then poured wine, first for her, cracked oysters and set fresh cold plates, returning every few minutes before taking the tray. She felt a refreshing warmth seep through her from the wine and food, thinking that seduction was truly an art and smiled at the thought that the fact that she was there, with him, it wasn’t necessary to seduce her. 

He leaned forward for a kiss and she felt his hand slide easily between her thighs.  She blushed and opened her legs hoping that others weren’t aware and realized he was enjoying the display. It wasn’t the risk of being seen, it was displaying her. As his fingers played softly between her lips, he whispered for her to unbutton two more buttons on her blouse. She paused for a moment allowing and enjoying the sensation of him feeling for her clit, then watched his eyes examine her breasts and nipples.  She turned her back a bit more to the room and caught her breath when he spread open her cunt.  She knew this was intended to remove another layer of modesty from her, and to have her obey and respond regardless of where they were.

“You’ve been very good my pet. Very responsive and obedient” He slid his finger deeper inside her and pressed firmly on her clit, sending the surge to reward her. She felt him slowly withdrawing his fingers, and relaxed a bit, realizing she had been concentrating on the feelings he stimulated and doing what he asked. She looked around at the room, but couldn’t be sure if anyone had been watching . . . or if she’d made any noise.

He paid the check and she smiled when she saw him turn in a room service menu. He’d circled the time to make sure they noted it . . . 11:00 p.m.  She put her hand to button her blouse, then left it unbuttoned, certain now that one or two in the room had noticed. She blushed again reaching for his hand for confidence as they walked to the elevator. 

He stopped outside their room and showed her a soft black blindfold. “I’m going to slip this on your now. I want you to simply respond to everything that happens to you”.   She smiled a bit at the game, then suddenly a thought occurred that he’d had her in front of other people downstairs.

“Are we alone?”  She didn’t know if questions were permitted and he remained quiet for a moment. ”No.”  He raised the blindfold just as another couple walked by observing the scene. She lowered her eyes and once he slipped the blindfold on her, the decision had been made and she relaxed.

He led her into their room and released her hand, leaving her standing alone, detached seeking sensations and sounds trying to piece her new environment together with only clues. She heard the door latch and a moment later she felt her skirt being unfastened then fall to the floor, then her blouse. She felt the cool room air and listened for any other noises,  “the others”, in the room.

She felt his hand near her knee, sliding between her legs, opening her cunt. She knew her pussy was creaming. She had been squirming all afternoon in anticipation. She felt her breasts being fondled, her nipples pinched and rubbed between fingertips. She began to raise her arms, to reach out and hold her lover, or be held and lowered them back to her side.

“Imagination is a powerful stimulant, my pet. Your senses do not lie, but your mind questions everything.” He sounded as though he were close, but she was standing nude and wet and he had planted the doubt in her, her mind was questioning everything. “You’ll have to let go in order to properly respond, and, in order to best enjoy yourself.”  She felt his hand pet her cunt again and slide between her wet lips and she focused on the sensation. “That is very good my pet. A wet cunt does not lie” She giggled a bit, but bit her lip as she was turned, his hand pressed on the small of her back , bending her over the bed.  She spread her feet further apart and arched her back pushing her ass out further and exposing her cunt more. She felt her lips swell and blushed as she imagined how she must look, to anyone she was exposed to now.

She took a breath as she felt her cheeks being opened and stroked, until she felt the warm cream from her cunt being smeared over her ass.  She immediately relaxed as a medium size glass plug was inserted fully. She realized that she was being opened . . . she whimpered and slipped her thoughts to the sweet massage of her clit the motion of the plug being worked slowly and imagined “the others” standing in audience around her, seeing her cunt and ass exposed, and the scent of her sex beginning to fill the warming currents in the room, . . . and pleasing her master.

She was placed kneeling on the bed in the ‘open’ position, her back arched and one plug was replaced with a much larger one. She took deep breaths as it was pushed further into her, and she felt the lube used on it, running down the back of her thigh as the last of it fit.  Her cunt was swollen and opened and she felt the pinpoint of pressure as a clip was attached to her hood, then two others on her lips.  The pressure built slightly, then the clips were tightened until she took a sharp breath . . . she arched her back anticipating the two clips then attached to her nipples.  She felt the sweet sting begin to stir her blood and the room felt warmer, and she thought she heard breathing near her, then behind her . . . ‘the others’, she thought and she moaned again at the vision in her mind. 

She felt her hair being gripped and she opened her mouth as the head of his cock slid over her tongue. She sucked his cock lovingly and relaxed her throat to take as much of it as was being fed to her . . .  feeling his balls against her cheek, she moaned again and sucked harder as the dildo in her ass was being worked firmly.  She tasted the precum and moaned again and felt her ass tighten as she came and gasped for air with her mouth full of cock . . . and the others watched  . . . 

She woke up slowly, surprised to feel the sudden jolt of sensitive skin and sore muscles. She turned and tucked herself against him and lay still. He gently ran his hand over her breasts, tummy, hips and the between her thighs and listened as she caught her breath.

He raised her gently and held her lightly in his arms, pulling the covers back to examine her skin.  She squealed softly as the cool air robbed the thick warmth from under the covers and put her hand to his face where she could watch as he examined her body.

"Good morning my love"  She watched him examine her and parted her legs as his hand ran over her tummy and he opened her thighs.

"We're going to have to take care of you today"  He kissed her face and neck and bit her nipples until she giggled and squealed.

"Mmmm . . .  yes, more  . . . " Her skin stung a bit in protest, but she stretched herself out the full length of him and put her hand across his hips and drew him to her. She moved her hand to hold his cock, but he gently coaxed her up and out of bed as she pouted and complained softly.

He led her to the bathroom, took off her collar and released her. She sat on the toilet, as he ran a bath and watched the water steam and fill the room.  She could smell coffee brewing and he brought a large cup of a'lait in with him and pointed her to the slightly hot water.   She looked at her skin and noticed how flush it was, then the hot water turning her a deeper pink, her nipples rising and an even darker brown.  He poured salts, and oil in the water and stirred with his hand again going over her breasts, tummy, thighs and hips. She said nothing and watched him, then playfully reached for his cock and ran the palm of her hand over the head. 

The hot water soothed the sting of her skin and the ache of her muscles and she began to realize all that she'd went through the night before. It had been intoxicating and she knew she find herself much further down that path. She had been detached and a wanton worthless thing, fit only for fucking and his pleasure . . . even the soreness and sting of her skin began to tingle with a sweet promise of pleasure. 

He eased into the tub next to her and began going over her with a soft washcloth. Later she stood obediently as he dried her and examined her again, blushing as he spread her cheeks and slid his hand between her thighs. She began to kneel to offer herself and he held her, and turned her as he gently rubbed scented oil over her and then took a soft washcloth and applied another to her hands, neck and face.

"Did Kohru prepare this?"  She smiled as she turned this way and that.

"Yes. You went through a lot and we need to take care of your skin."

"I 'm surprised at how weak I am and sore." She took the last sips of the cafe' a'lait, and giggled when her tummy growled. "Hmmm . . .  guess I was to busy being fucked to eat?" 

He smiled at her, gave her another once over, wrapped her in her robe, gave her a towel to wrap her hair in. She offered her collar to him and he took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen. She refilled their coffee and sat at her spot at the counter filling the soothing of Kohru's potions.

She ate everything he put in front of her . . . poached eggs, hot bread and butter, glasses of ice water, pruchetto and seasoning .  . . and then asked about an early supper.  He led her to the sun porch, stretched her out under the awning and opened her robe where she was lying nude in the filtered sun.  She held her fingertips against his chest and opened her legs and arched her back as he applied more lotion and opened sparkling water and lime. He gave her two glasses to drink and the filled it again and put a straw in it. He took off his robe and lay down on the chaise next to her and she curled up feeling the sun on her neck and body, the warmth soaking through her.

"It was amazing, intoxicating . . . I came and came"  She rested her head on his chest and felt his arm bring her closer

"I know, it was for me as well. You're amazing, beautiful, sexual .  . . too easy to just let you go to far"

"Much further my love . . . I'm ashamed to tell you . . ."

"Yes, but carefully. . .  Yes . . ."