Cock @ MindSay

Jeanne settled deeply into his bed and slid her hand along him in the dark, putting her arm around his neck.  She felt his face close to hers and giggled at the things he whispered to her and she relaxed.  This morning had been a lifetime ago, the munch had been only a few hours ago and now she was nude,  and in a mans bed who made her giggle by reminding her she owned no clothes.  It would be wise to not drift in the sensation . . .not disappear in the intoxication of being used . . .but then you shouldn't have gone surfing in the first place if you didn't intend to ride the wave, or drown . . .  He pushed her on her back, feeling his first kiss on her cheek . . . She turned her face toward him and returned his second kiss and tightened her hold around his neck and settled deeper into the pillow with him  . 

Kisses . . . He traced her lips with his fingertip . . .another kiss and another . . . another . . .they shared the same breaths and she moaned softly softly  when she caught her breath and felt him nuzzle her neck.  He put his hand on her hips and brought her closer where she was lying along the length of him and drew her leg between his as he kissed her again.  She felt her face flush and put her hand to the back of his head and drew his face to her and kissed him again.   He raised up where he could fondle her breasts and she arched her back just enough to feed him one nipple then the other. . . Kisses . . .

He relaxed and turned her to spoon up against him, reached and turned her face again for a good night kiss.  She adjusted the pillow   . . . Felt his arm slide over her and slept.  Jeanne woke and saw glimpses of light around the curtains.  She hadn't moved all night and woke up just as he had her lay against him.   She moved a little and dozed  . . .slowly turned to face him, peeked to see he wasn't quite awake either, and snuggled closer burying her head back to the pillow.   She felt him stir and peeked to see him resting on his elbow as he watched her trying to blink her eyes into focus . . .a soft good morning kiss, which she turned into a pout as he slid away.   She woke up and stretched a bit as he stepped away. 

He sat next to her and she waited for her command, for the protocol.  She should have anticipated, moved to care for him . . .but  . . .instead he sat and lingered and she watched him look at how the bedcovers outlined her . . .

"What would you have of me?"  She should have gotten up, found her position.  He said nothing but looked at her outline again.  She smiled and took a breath and slid the covers off her breasts and watched him examine her.

"Why not linger here with me?"  She lay on her side and raised the covers slowly and followed his eyes from her breasts . . .tummy . . .hips  . . . As his eyes looked at her cunt, she drew up one knee and opened her legs more where he could see her slit. 

"Come back to bed.  Put yourself in my hands."  Jeanne held the covers high and spread herself a bit more as he slid next to her.  He took the covers and peeled them back for the length of her.  She rolled on her back, spread her legs and awaited his inspection.  He began by fondling her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers . . . She arched her back to fill his hand.   He caressed her tummy for only a moment, then  filled his hand with cunt, spread her open and fingered her  . . . She looked as he kept his eyes on her cunt, raised her hips gently and spread her legs wide . . . She turned on her side and drew her leg up where he could slide his hand all along the crack of her ass, then reached and spread her cheeks for his visual pleasure.   Her cunt was sore and stinging and she took his hand and pressed it deeper until the honeyed fire warmed her thighs.  She took his cock in her hand and stroked him as he fingered her and looked closely at the pink of her cunt.  Mmmmm  . . . she loved showing pink . . . it was sweet shame, spreading your pussy and seeing a man look between your legs . . . pink . . .  It made her creamy.

She raised up out of the sweet warm spot of the bed and caressed his cock as she sat on the side of the bed.   "Wait here for me".  She leaned over and kissed the head of his cock as his fingers opened and fingered her for a moment more.   She went and ran the shower until the steam began to collect near the ceiling and went back and found him on his back . . .his cock saluting . . . She laughed and leaned over and took it in her mouth until she felt him begin to move it in and out . . .

She laughed again as he protested and she lead him by the hand and put him in the shower.  She whispered a sinful promise and began soaping a washcloth and pushing him under the much more than warm water.   She soaped his back, and legs . . .his chest and tummy . . .then knelt in front of him, soaped the washcloth until it was soft and slick and washed his hips, thighs and took minute after minute caressing his cock and his heavy sack . . .

He was expecting more and protested again when she raised up and offered him the wash cloth.  He took her hands and placed them on the shower head and began bathing her . . . She kissed him as his hand went between her legs and again when he slid his hand between her cheeks.   She turned and set on the ledge and spread her legs wide and offered him a razor.   He pet her slit, spread her cheeks and she placed her arms around her neck as he opened her cunt, fingered her and stroked the razor to shave her cunt smooth . . .  She reached and pushed his fingers deeper and fed the coals of the soreness.  He opened her . . .spread her . . .and ran his hands between the slit of her cunt and the crack of her ass . . .the hot water kept them warm and the steam carried her scent as she moaned each time the razor stripped her cunt.

She breathed deep, drew his head to her nipples and took the razor from him.   He protested and she pleaded sweetly again as she stroked his cock . . .and had him look at her now without the trimmed curls.

She dried him and led him back to the bed and placed him against the headboard and put a pillow behind him, smiling to herself as she mimicked Marisol's 'technique'.   He took her nipples into his mouth and guided her hand to his cock.   She straddled him and put her arms around his neck and whispered to him to be still.  She giggled as she felt his cock stiff against her tummy, then began rubbing her cunt against him as she raised up . . .She marked him with her scent as she rubbed her cunt over his tummy . . .his chest and then stood where her cunt was in front of his face . . .

She released his hands, reached and opened her pink wide and fed him . . .he grabbed her hips and pushed his tongue between her labia and found her clit.  She held his head and pressed and moved to where his tongue was covered in the creamy flow of her.   He moved his tongue along her slit to her ass and then licked the cream from her as she shivered and pressed to him more . . . He sucked her clit and pushed a finger in her ass and fingered her until she shivered again and again.   The surges of her clit, the ache and sweet pain blended into an overload and she finally cried out, unable to tear his mouth from her or bearing to have it absent.   She relaxed slightly,  and sat back to his lap and kissed him again and again, still holding his head in her hands . . .

She blushed at the shameful compliment he paid her and raised up briefly as he kissed her cunt again . . .

She began by kissing his mouth, face, neck  . . .his nipples and his chest . . .

She took his cock firmly in her grip and gave him a moment to settle back into the pillow, then took his cock into her mouth . . .using her hand to keep it where she wanted it, she put her tongue into the hole of the tip then sucked it gently at first then took it into her mouth.   She knelt straddling him and sucked his cock . . .caressed his sack and felt it tighten as she took first one ball into her mouth then the other.  She relaxed and took her time . . .sucking and running her tongue over the tip and along the soft underside . . .continuing until she felt his hips move and begin slowly fucking her mouth . . .she sucked harder and put her tongue in the tiny hole to get the taste of precum . . . She reached and guided his hand to her cunt and smeared his fingers with cream and pushed until his fingers were fucking her in the same way he was fucking her mouth . . .

She felt him stiffen and held the head between her lips . . .and moaned loudly for his pleasure as he came in a flood and filled her mouth . . .she ran her tongue through the cum, pursed her lips and sucked as the second surge came. . . . He watched her open her mouth just enough to see it filled with cum  . . .swallowed and then sucked again . . .swallowed again with her tongued covered  . . .

He relaxed and she stroked his cock and sucked the tip until he twisted and turned.  She lay him on his back and fondled his balls . . .his sack was tight and began to smooth . . .she let him watch as she examined his cock and sack . . . Running her hands between his legs and taking her visual pleasure , stroking and measuring the thickness by putting her fingers almost around it . . .

She lay down and pressed her body the full length of his and curled up in his arms and kissed him for another sinful compliment he paid her.   Reaching down and pulling the covers back over them , he held her closer yet and kissed her mouth over and over . . . Softer then softer . . .she ached and felt the wet sticky flow between her thighs . . .her mouth the thick taste of his cum . . .

Lingering for a moment  . . .they slept again.

That BITCH in heat!!  Jeanne thought.  The warmth from the second bottle of wine, full tummy and the fire seeped deeply where the soreness floated on top of the ache.  She'd relaxed, sitting close to her master, when Marisol raised up, knees spread further apart, and adjusted his pillow.  First having him sit up which put her easily within reach and near his face.   He could hardly resist a hand full of her soft cunt  or purse his lips around a nipple that was only an inch away.

"That bitch!"   Jeanne sat there in disbelief.  Marisol was re-adjusting the pillow, again!  Now straddling his waist, both arms around his neck and pulling on the pillow, putting her breasts within easy access.  He would remain properly "pillowed" and could suck her nipples easily as she kissed and nuzzled his neck.  Her hand could easily grip and stroke his cock, fondle his balls as he sucked her nipples or kissed her mouth.  His hands were free to caress her tummy, her cunt or simply caress her hips and spread her cheeks as she guided his cock.

He was well sated, or the sweet offer she'd just made would have seen her on her back with a thick cock deep inside her.   She knew her man and Jeanne could tell that the whispered offer was not acted upon only because of being more than a little sleepy and, the offer would be given when he wanted. Marisol returned to her spot, and Jeanne noted that her knees were still apart giving a good view of her cunt and she never took her eyes off of his, so she could see he was looking at her body.  She spoke softly again to him, a familarity that Jeanne would have never done with her previous master.  He laughed and  then turned his attention back to Jeanne.

Jeanne caught Marisol's eye and understood the message clearly . . .this master was attended at all times.  Jeanne still shot Marisol with her eyes and was determined to return the little drama that she just observed. 

Jeanne's former master dismissed his stable once he'd been satisfied or if he'd given her away.  There was never any eye contact and nothing made sense except for memorizing routines and preferences. But that was the point . . .always being off guard and anxious, hoping not to invoke punishment or disapproval.  The sex was sinful and she craved it.  She was popular for her wicked skills and always used.  But the freefall from the highs could be deadly, especially if she were spending the last ounces of her energies.

Jeanne poured more wine and moved closer as she reached over and poured a few drops in Marisol's glass.  She straddled his hand and filled his hand with her cunt as she reached and ran her hand over his chest.   He cupped and pet her and turned on his side, away from Marisol, so he could enjoy the light massage.  She flickered her eyes and caught Marisol's . . .message received.   She whimpered and caught her breath as he pet her. 

"Sore?"  He asked.   She thought Marisol was going to fall over as she saw her roll her eyes. 

"Yes, but a very good soreness.  Its been awhile since I was properly   . . .cared for", Jeanne said.  She laughed and made him laugh as well, but he continued rubbing her slit with his fingers for awhile longer.

The evening continued a bit longer, finishing the wine and enjoying the fire's warmth.  He stood and left, kissing Marisol goodnight he excused himself.   Jeanne followed Marisol into the bedroom and helped turn down the bed.

"Stay close to him and respond to his needs"  Marisol said.  "Simple as that. Our master is a confident man. To serve him well, you will need to be anticipating his desire.  He will find your needs and desires as well, and then act upon them. If you're not careful you'll break something trying to catch up".  Marisol raised and eyebrow and laughed at the look on Jeanne's face. 

"Unless you're given something to do, run a shower as he is preparing for bed.  You'll want to be fresh if he uses you in the night, or he may join you and use you there . . .and you'll get more sleep . . .probably".  Marisol let the little zinger go just as she waved night night over her shoulder.

He looked in on her as she was showering and she turned giving him a good look, an offer to his liking and he kissed her for it.   He dried her and reattached her collar.  She kissed his hand and touched her collar. It was a sign of acceptance and being pleased in her and she thanked him. 

He sat her on the edge of the bed and she blushed, enjoying feeling a man spreading her legs and looking between them.   He handed her a salve for her swollen cunt and she put on a little helpless show as she applied it to the soreness.  It was slick feeling between her thighs and she understood it had lubricating properties as well.  She waited for his approval before setting it aside and turning under the covers near the middle of his bed.   The light was turned out and she was wrapped in darkness, heavy covers, deep pillows and his arms as he slid one under her neck and the other around her shoulders turning her to him, a tender hostage in the dark.

Jeanne worked more of his cock into her mouth and fondled his balls.  He gripped her hair firmly as she sucked and ran her tongue along the underside of the head.   He rested against the tiles, enjoying her attention and tensed when she reached and turned the hot water down to where the water was more cool than hot.   Her nipples tightened more and she heard him take a breath as she sucked a bit harder and rubbed her nipples against his inner thigh.   

She took her time knowing the surge would build up quickly and whimpered for his pleasure as he placed his foot on the ledge and spread his leg wide as she continued to suck and run her tongue over his cock.  She took her hand, running it along his thigh she took hold of his sack and found that it was high and tight.  She sucked a bit harder and began fucking his cock with her mouth while running her fingertips over his balls . . . The surge came quickly and she kept only the head of his cock in her mouth.  Her mouth was filled with cum, and she savored it on her tongue.  She caught his eye where he could watch her swallow and then opened her mouth wider as he covered her tongue.  He didn't take his eyes off of her as she swallowed again and fondled his balls. 

He shivered, not from the cool water running over them, but from her taking her tongue to the now very sensitive  tip of his cock and sucking.  She continued to suck his cock and take it fully again into her mouth.   She savored his taste again and then finished by kissing his cock.   Remaining on her knees, she kept her mouth open slightly and folded her hands behind her back and remained in her position until he raised her.   She stood still and waited until he led her out of the shower and dried her with a thick towel.   There had been a sense of control when he had her leashed.   Well fucked and his cock sucked again afterward had taken a lot of energy out of him, to relax him,  and she was pleased with herself, and the mouthful of cum she'd wanted. 

There was another moment of confusion for her since she did not know his needs and desires as she had known her former master's so well.   If she anticipated and was wrong then it would displease him, if however, she didn't do something that was otherwise obvious, she would displease him.  She kept her eyes lowered and held out both hands.  He responded by giving her a fresh towel and turned as she dried his back, hips and legs.  Turning him to face her she had him sit against the vanity while she toweled his thighs and took his sack and cock in her hand, holding it on the towel and then drying by folding the towel over him.  She almost purred at his approval. 

Walking into the living area, Marisol was waiting with designer soft long pants and top for him.  She helped him into the fresh clothes.  Marisol was nude except for her collar and Jeanne waited with her for his next interest.   Marisol handed him a small leather notebook, then turned to Jeanne and motioned for her to follow her.  

"The notebook contains the summary for the evening"  Marisol explained.  "The Dollies would have been distributed to their bidders by now, the DJ will begin to unwind the party with fewer, slower, selections and the catered area would be reset by now for a le'carte plates and coffee".  It was about 10:00 p.m now by midnight the munch would be ended.  The names and addresses now protected the Dollies so that their whereabouts and safety were assured.  The Leathermen would follow up making sure each was accounted for.

Marisol led Jeanne back to the master bedroom vanity area. 

"Freshen yourself with anything you see here.  If there is something you desire that is not present, tell me and it will be obtained for you later. "  Marisol said.  "I'll being teaching you protocol by  . . . " 

Jeanne interrupted . . . "I'll not use anything that might change my scent or my taste.  I will not need makeup or anything but a brush for my hair, and a toothbrush.  Unless there is something laid out for me to put on, then I'll remain nude for my master's visual pleasure and access."  Marisol smiled and nodded, then asked her to turn where she could examine the welts across Jeanne's ass.  She applied a salve to the welts and dismissed her to a moment's privacy.

"We'll spend the night here and return to the residence tomorrow"  Marisol explained.  "You'll remain with him tonight, of course".  The girls returned, Marisol took the notebook and passed it to Daniel who then withdrew for the evening. 

On a low table near the fire, a Moroccan tangine had been set.  Chicken with lemon and olives, cous cous and basmati rice steamed and it carried the aroma when the lid was removed.   Freshly grilled platter of sardines was also set. Hot yeast bread with butter.  There were spices and other varietals of olives.   Hot tea brewed and bottles of red wine were corked to breathe moments before the girls arrived.   To the corner sat a plate with dark chocolate truffle for which Marisol made a sinful promise.  It made him laugh and Jeanne relaxed a bit and sat closely to her master when Marisol motioned her to.  She noted there were no place settings, only linen napkins, and they ate as intended with their fingers.

Jeanne was handed a plate which she passed as a courtesy to Marisol for her kindness.  Another was handed to her and she straightened her posture sitting on her knees and filled the plate for her master and placed it in front of him.  She did not move or fix her a plate until he'd approved and then filled his glass and Marisol's.   The first bites of the hot spicy food took their mind off of the real world and she smiled as she looked up seeing them looking at her

The others dispersed slowly, still examining her with their eyes.  Jeanne floated in the moment, not knowing what to expect next.   Some displays were left, still bound and used,  to be viewed as artwork, a sex object, which of course she was.  If she were not collared it would mean that she was now available for use by anyone who wanted her. In any event, if her master desired, she could be left there with her legs spread and cunt dripping as part of the visual pleasure of the others. 

Her collar had not been removed and she let out her breath when she saw Marisol reach for her bindings.  Her wrists were released from the head of the table and Marisol helped her to sit on the side.  A moment later the wrist cuffs were secured,  her leash reattached and Marisol helped her to her feet.   She was feeling the soreness set in from being marked twice and nodded with a smile as Marisol teased about how sore her cunt and ass would be.   She was led nude through the party and felt a hot blush run through her feeling the eyes of others and sticky flow between her legs and thighs as she walked.  She knew it wasn't as visible as it was feeling to her, and recalled how she'd enjoyed the explicit display and fuck.  Marisol led her close and allowed her to relax and lower her head, just a bit. The small courtesy was noted, and appreciated.

Jeanne was led back to the offset suite where she'd just met her new master and once out of view she was able to release some of the tension.   She stood quietly with her wrists bound and awaited what was to come next, and shivered just a bit as the cool room robbed the heat from her.  He walked up,  took her leash and led her into the master bath, ran the shower and put her under the steaming water. 

Stripped of her collar, leash, and wrist cuffs and the hot running over her, she savored being warmed again, and being held in his arms.     A little lost in the moment, she kissed his chest lightly and rested her head.  He raised her face and kissed her, then again when she opened her mouth slightly and returned it. 

"I like kissing. I'm not used to it"  Jeanne said. 

Her former master, or others she'd been given to by him, satisfied themselves and dismissed her, regardless of the energy she'd given for their pleasure. Aftercare . . . coming down from being used, being held in a man's arms was an unexpected reward, and something she was unaccustomed to.  Being cared for and appreciated for satisfying a man's pleasure made a woman beautiful, and much more sexual, but if you were nothing but an object, it was something you couldn't count on.

She laid her head against his chest again and snuggled closer as his arms tightened around her and the hot water cascaded over her.  She raised her head and offered another kiss and moaned when he covered her mouth with his.  She didn't know what to do with her hands and finally put them around his neck and moaned again as she felt his cock against her tummy.  He kissed her neck and she stood still and soaked up the attention from him.

She smiled and caught herself looking at him, not keeping her eyes averted as she was supposed to.  He began bathing her with a soft soapy washcloth and caught her looking.   She started to avert her eyes, but he kissed her again and ran the washcloth over her tummy.  She stayed under the hot water as he bathed her.  He was taking the time to look closely at her body and especially enjoyed his comments when she turned facing the wall. Bending slightly then reaching around she spread her cheeks wide as he looked closely and felt the soapy washcloth on her ass and cunt.  He ran the washcloth along her thighs and then set it aside.  She felt him push on the small of her back and without waiting for him to say "open",  she responded quietly by arching her back, spreading her legs more and pushing her ass towards him. 

He ran his fingers along her slit and opened her.  She knew her cunt would swell and gape nicely as his cock fucked her from  behind.  He would enjoy looking at her as he fucked her.  She raised her ass a bit more as his fingers slid between her cheeks and he spread them continuing his visual exam of her.  She had spread her pink for him and fucked him in front of a room full of people within a couple of minutes of laying eyes on him, handing herself over to service his sexual needs.   The soft touches, being held and kissed in the past few minutes, intoxicated her and she offered herself to him again as he looked at the softest flesh she had. She wanted to feed him her cunt and then fuck him and reveal the truly shameful side of herself.  She offered again when she felt his tongue in her cunt and lowered her head to let the water run over her and down her back. 

She didn't move . . .taking measured breaths as he ate her pussy.  She whimpered when he stopped eating her and kissed between her thighs.  She suddenly didn't have any energy and her pussy was too too sore and warm and now ached for attention.  She stepped close to him again and rubbed her nipples against his chest, turning slightly as he filled his hand.   She turned him under the shower and pressed him against the wall and pushed his legs apart with hers.   She reached for another washcloth and knelt between his legs.   She washed his cock with the cloth and put her other hand between his legs and held his sack feeling how heavy it was and how it filled her hand.   His cock was semi-erect and thicker than what she could make a grip around.  She stroked him with the soapy cloth to get him hard and where she could look closely.    He held her head in his hands, but didn't guide her mouth to suck him.   She lifted his cock with one hand kissing the head and then putting her mouth to his sack.  She was only able to take one of his balls in her mouth at a time and was pleased with herself when he took deep breaths as she took one then the other.  She kissed the head of his cock again. Fully erect she took the head in her mouth and sucked lovingly, softly running her tongue over it . . .