Dildo @ MindSay

She lay exposed on her back, legs apart . . .her wing tucked behind her .  He adjusted the sunlight  and the breeze through the patio doors, as if it were the hot and cold water in their bath . . . She felt the very warm sunlight on her thighs and tummy . . .the cool breeze across her nipples and her face . . .his fingertips  stroked her thighs and her slit, blending her sweat and cream into an intimate lotion that lubricated his tastes, and smoothed his use of her . . .

The sunlight  illuminated and warmed her . . .she was cooled by sweat and cool breeze, and rewarded with his lingering touches and examination of her . . .  He stroked her arms and her fingers, assured that her circulation was not impaired.   Sitting her up, she curled her legs to the side as he raised her wing slightly, pushing her breasts out . . .she giggled as he teased her nipples and winced at the sensitive soreness, encouraging him to linger.  He poured an icy glass of juice.   He held the glass and brushed her back off her forehead as she sipped.   She leaned towards him and offered a breathy kiss, and moaned as he slid his arm around her.   She nodded when he offered more juice and was scolded for suggesting wine . . .  She put on her pouty face and turned her head in protest, giggled as he scolded her again, then shrieked as he wet his fingers with the frigid condensation from the glass and stroked her nipples.   Properly disciplined  . . .she sat comfortably, and shook her head to stir her hair, lowering her head and letting it fall around her shoulders and over her face again.  He took hold of her wrists, causing the wing to turn her shoulders . . .he took hold of her hair and pulled her head back to expose her throat and she pushed her breasts out aching for her torture to begin again.  

He began again with kisses to her neck and throat, then down to her nipples.   She winced, whimpering for pleasure as his lips applied pressure, feeding him one then the other.  He held her hair tight and moved her until her legs were over the end of the table.  He laid her on her back, stood by the side of the table and turned her head.  She raised her legs where her feet placed on the end of the table, turned on her side and opened her legs and her mouth . . .She was laying now where he could  use her mouth, her ass or her cunt.  The Dragon's Wing cradled her arms as she rolled more on her side, opened her legs more, feeling the warm sunlight on her cunt and thighs . . .He gripped her hair again and she opened her mouth, first licking the head and then sucking his cock as he pushed it toward the back of her throat. 

She felt his fingers open her cunt and rub her clit as he filled her mouth . . .he withdrew and she began again taking one of his balls in her mouth, then the other . . .then using her tongue on the sensitive skin under the head and along the shaft . . .she continued again with his balls and when she sucked the tip of his cock, she felt him tighten his grip on her hair and his fingers stop their massage . . .she was pleased with his pleasure and continued to suck the tip and run her tongue over it.  She opened her mouth more, an invitation, and he pushed his cock until she took most of it and began with long strokes to fuck him with her mouth . . .She opened her legs wide again, offering him his choice of pleasure and was pleased when he continued to fuck her mouth, matching her long strokes with his own . . .she opened her legs widely, arched her back and displayed herself as shamelessly as possible . . .she felt the surge cover her tongue and swallowed quickly, a second later her mouth was filled.  She swallowed and began cleaning his shaft with her lips and tongue, opening her mouth taking him as he spent his last . . .she kissed the tip and sucked again feeling him react so sensitively.   He slid his arm under her and raised her slightly and nuzzled her neck.  Laying her on her back again, he took his finger and wiped her mouth, and chin.  She giggled and returned the sinful look he gave her and opened her mouth again, gently pursing her lips around it and sucking the sticky cream off of it.

She pursed her lips, kissing the head of his cock then sucking the tip, flickering her tongue, kissing it again, sucking the hole  . . . He pushed slowly, she took him in her mouth, salivating to lubricate and arouse him more . . .

Pre cum dribbled on her chin and she held her breath as he pushed his cock into her cunt, opened her eyes to see a woman looking at her, then using her soft finger to wipe the drip from her chin . . .

Once inside her, she felt a rush of heat through her face as the crowd now pushed closer to view . . . As he slowly fucked her, he obliged the gallery of onlookers by spreading her labia wide and showing where the clip had been attached, then running his finger up the chain and causing her to gasp and twist as he pulled and tightened the pressure on one nipple then the other.

Pressing her clit firmly caused her to whimper and cry out softly . . .pleasing the crowd she continued with moans and sounds of enjoying the fuck  . . . They had seen her suck cock and it dribble from her chin, her shaved pussy opened  . . . Now they could hear what only a lover would hear from her and the warm fragrance of her sex . . . She moaned again and twisted her hips and watched the voyeurs eyes move from looking at her pussy to her breasts, her mouth and then fixing on her eyes and again to what she was doing.  

She felt the Aide tighten his grip to keep her open she thought, then realized as the riding crop appeared that he was bracing her for what was to come next . . . An instant later a sharp blow catching the inside of her thigh, sent a wave through her and as she twisted away from it, another struck the inside of the thigh she just exposed.  He pushed harder and flipped the crop smartly, but not too hard on her Mons  . . . She responded by pressing towards the thrusts bracing herself now against the Aide which held her tightly. . .  He whispered how her swollen  and soft her wet cunt was and looked again at the other women watching her.

She winced and whimpered as he toyed with the chain again, but not to protest the pain, but to increase the pressure a bit . . . He granted her wish pulling from the center where the chain applied pressure equally to her nipples and her hood . . .

The crowd pushed closer and she heard the suggestions of her treatment from one couple or another, or an expression of her display and she buried her face against the chest of the Aide and listened . . . 

The pressure lessened and she was revived to kisses on her clit, fingers opening and slipping in and out of her, and a soft pressure against the tip of the dildo in her ass . . . She whimpered loudly, expecting shortly the climax of this show . . .  Her dildo was slowly retracted then pushed firmly back and pressed . . . She gasped and exhaled  . . . Rewarded with a soft finger from the closest female massaging her clit . . . She turned to look into the soft dilated eyes of her feminine admirer and noted her collar, her leash and that she wore nothing else.  Her dildo was now removed and her Aide rolled further back to raise her ass more into view . . . He whispered again how she gaped, and she felt the heat rush through her again as it was demonstrated for the crowd how easily she accepted the dildo now . . . A bit further back, raised and spread again for their viewing pleasure, she bit her lip and shivered . . .delighting the crowd with her shame, she shivered again and asked for her master's attention . . .

She felt him spread her cheeks wider and push  . . . Once in to the hilt he fucked her steadily with long hard strokes . . . She took and held her breath, then felt the chain being tightened, she twisted and felt her Aide's muscles tighten and his praise . . . Then cried out loudly as her master released on of the nipple clips . . . The shot of pain of the blood returning to her nipple, sent a molten freeze of sensation through her . . .she twisted again, obviously enjoying the fuck and losing any modesty that she might have imagined she still possessed . . . She twisted and spoke to her master, offering him the other nipple . . . He accepted and pulled quickly and released the stab again . . . She whimpered loudly, knowing one clip remained on her softest skin  . . . She tightened herself, winning praise from her master, as she felt him tighten his grip . . . For a split second she felt the warm gush of cum . . . He released the final clip and the icy hot pain struck solidly on her clit and she bucked her hips, screaming in pleasure and agony . . . 

Her master fucked her a another minute, then another minute, leaving his warmth deep inside, she felt in her tummy . . .  She opened her eyes again as he withdrew and watched the others as he spread her cheeks again, feeling his cum running easily from her . . . Her Aide released the pressure and kissed her neck . . . She relaxed and listened as the Aide directed her to roll over . . . A leather ottoman had been placed near and she bent over it, as a pillow was used to raise her hips . . . She was opened for full examination as others bent close and whispered their graphic admiration . . .

After a time as the crowd retreated a bit, perhaps anticipating the next scene of the evening . . . He stood her and steadied her . . . She made no attempt to cover herself, but stood easily as she continued to be examined . . . She turned to one then the other, accepting praise and allowing closer looks to her nipples and her thighs . . . Accepting a glass of cool white rich wine and feeling the slippery sweetness of sex running down the inside of her thigh . . . She sipped the wine and immersed herself in the scrutiny of eyes, and the occasional liberty of fingertips until her master again covered his pet . . .

She freshened herself, walked to the mirror and watched him as he turned down their bed, pick up the length of rope.  She slipped her robe off and watched his eyes as she approached.  She stood quietly for a moment, then caught herself and lowered herself quickly.   She knelt before him, her knees apart, her hands folded behind her... back slightly arched...   Her cunt was beginning to swell and presented for him, her nipples erect and her lips parted . . .   He pulled her hair away from her neck and attached a leash to her collar ... she tilted her head slightly as he fastened it at her throat and pulled until the slack was out of it...  She closed her eyes, and welcomed the addictive warmth she felt when she felt her freedom slipping away...

She was drifting . . . a moment slow to respond to his command and was surprised to feel the tug on her leash... as she stood, he sharply whipped the leather grip of the leash across her ass to jolt her senses and to introduce her of what was to come...  The slicing of the leather stung sharply and she took a quick breath ... three more hard strikes  ... one on top of the first to renew and deepen the sensation... then two more, just as hard across the back of her thighs ... the warmth spread, and she drifted a bit more. 

He reached and caressed her thighs, pet her slit. She reached down and pressed his hand firmly between her legs and bit her lip as he felt how warm she was.  He placed his hands on her hips and she turned, and felt him caress her ass, hoping he would take the interest she desired.  Turned away from him, she bent over their bed, and reached behind her to spread her cheeks, modestly, for him.  She moaned when he pressed the small of her back and she knew to stay in that position as he retrieved her restraints.   She raised her head and accepted her ringed collar and breathed deeply as he gripped her wrist firmly and fastened her cuffs, one then the other.  She whispered and he attached her leash and lay it along her spine, then tested it with a steady pull, drawing her head back.  He paused and stood in front of her, pulled the leash and she raised her head, opened her mouth and kissed the tip of his cock. 

He lay her leash again along her back and stepped away, returning with her cane, riding crop and a heavy flogger.  He laid them next to her head on the bed and she moaned fearfully for him, anticipating which he would use first.  She spread her feet further apart, exposing her ass more as he took the cane first.   She took a couple of breaths as he laid the cane across her cheeks and then touched her cunt with it.  He stroked the inside of her thighs with his fingertips and tapped the cane on the table.  It was hard for her to hold her hips still and he had not yet struck a blow.  She caught herself breathing deeper and faster.

She cried out, as the first blow of the cane landed across her ass.  Two hard quick hits, he fingered her cunt and when she whimpered he struck suddenly again three times across her cheeks.   She could feel where the welts would rise and as the pain seared, she caught her breath and tried to raise her hips as she felt the warm pressure . . . he opened her cunt with a large dildo and fucked her until she took its full length.  Two more hard sudden strikes with the cane and she arched her back and he pushed the dildo further.   Her ass was searing and she bit her lip as he spread her legs further. 

Her thighs were exposed more and she dwelt for a moment on the warmth of the blood flushing through her, the sizzle of the pain and pressed against the loving embrace of her restraints.  She turned her head to watch him, opened her thighs more and anticipated the stab of pleasure that would seduce her further.

She watched him quickly grab the leather crop and took a breath just as the first of four blows hit her hard.   The pain shot from her thighs to her cunt and she cried out and came when he struck four more. 

He withdrew the dildo and she felt empty.  She raised her hips and whimpered, feeling him push the slick wet dildo in her ass.  He pet her slit and then fingered her clit, whispering her praise and she whimpered in response.  Two more strikes with the crop to her thighs and she felt herself drifting on a warm flow of searing heat, the licking of flames. Her ass ached sweetly and she blushed as she pushed her ass out towards the strikes.  He pulled on the leash and she obediently raised her head and tried to spread herself more.  She held herself up keeping tension on the thin chain attached to her collar.  She strained against her cuffs and felt the sweet reassuring trap hold her firmly.  As she strained, he reached for the flogger and she whispered again.  A second later the flogger struck her welts and she twisted her hips, unable to hold still and unable to rise further.  The flogger struck heavily across her ass, her thighs and fanned the coals of pain . . . two strikes to her cunt caused her to moan and cry out, the third and fourth caused her to cum and collapse.  Two more were French kisses that took her breath.

There was a short pause and she breathed easily and winced as he caressed her. The razor sharp edge of sensitivity was delicious and she became restless as the pain subsided.  He released the tension on her leash and she lowered her head slowly and offered her mouth, if it was his pleasure.  He kissed her thighs, her cunt and unfastened her cuffs. He turned her hips and she rolled on her back and raised her feet to the edge of the table and spread widely.  He fastened her wrists to her ankles and pushed firmly on the dildo in her ass. She whimpered in response and bit her lip as the pressure on the welts began to ache and pulse.  He laid her leash aside and ran his palms over her nipples and she raised to his touch. Quickly, he attached clamps to one nipple then the other, tightening them until she raised herself against the pressure and slowly relaxed.   He struck her sore thighs again and she bucked her hips and twisted herself as the sweet soreness spread from her cunt to her breasts.

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 . . .