Dildo @ MindSay

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 stepped out of the shower and stood in front of him, her skin steaming from the hot hot water.  He motioned for her and she raised her foot, placing it on the edge of the seat between his legs, then spread her knee to the side exposing her cunt.  She collected her hair and lay it across her neck and shoulder where the water droplets ran down her tummy.   She opened a bit more as he pet her cunt, spread her open with two fingers, inside her. He shaved her pussy close, examining her closely and she blushed with shame, knowing he could feel her cunt creaming from his fingers pressing her clit, the sharp edge of the razor between her legs and then blushed again as she opened her legs more and heard him laugh softly.
 
She bit her lip, trying not to giggle or sigh too much, but her pussy was dripping and she caught herself pressing against his fingers and the razor. The razor was wicked and delicious, making her cunt smooth, and wet.  He moved her foot off of the seat and she immediately turned her little pink butt to him, bent over and exposed her cheeks. She squealed a little, when he kissed her cunt and then the steely edge of the razor slid between her cheeks.
 
She felt his arm slide around her waist and lift her just ever-so-gently and moaned feeling his cock between her thighs then her cheeks . . .she relaxed and opened as he put the head of his cock against her ass and pushed steadily . . .

He had kept her close throughout the day, using her mouth or her cunt as he wanted. She found herself wet being used so openly, and anticipating his next command seeking out telltale signals that he was thinking of something for her attention.  She didn’t wait long when he sent her to the shower, shaved her pussy, and then spread her cheeks.

She stood again in front of him as he ran his hands over her legs, between her thighs, and petting her cunt.  She bit her lip, but rose up on her toes as his fingers slid into her.  He turned her around, and she knew to bend slightly and spread her cheeks and shut her eyes enjoying the attention her clit was getting. When he began lubricating her ass she bent further then felt him push a large glass dildo slowly into her. He removed it, and applied more lube and opened her again. It took moments as she slowly took all of it. 

He turned her to face him again giving her time to get used to the dildo. She took a quick breath when he opened her cunt again with his fingers and came when he smoothly inserted his fingers up against her clit and attached a thin tweezer style clip and chain to her hood.  She shivered as a tympani of sensations pulsed through her clit, her nipples and exploded deep inside her.  She put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself then to his head and held him for a moment as he playfully sucked her nipples before attaching clips to them.

He took her by her hand and led her to sit on the edge of the bed to compose herself.  She stood and looked at herself in the mirror and saw her cunt opened slightly by the size of the dildo, blushed and felt the blood swelling her clit.  He stood behind her and ran his hands over her breasts, fondled her tummy and then took his finger, pet her, opened her lips and kissed her neck. She rested against him and put her hand to his face as he slid a harness around her waist. There were two straps, one on either side of her cunt which opened her more, running between her legs and fastening in the back.  The harness held the dildo in place but left her cunt and ass open and available.  He fastened it securely and turned her in his arms. She tilted her head and offered him a kiss and could feel her thighs wet and sticky.

She waited patiently as he wrapped her in a draped dress that slid over her shoulders, wrapped around her waist and was tied in the front.  She was released to put the finishing touches on very modest makeup, and comb her hair.  He slid his hands over her again checking her nipples and parting her legs. She turned around and around holding his hand. A Town Car met them at the curb, he opened the door for her and she carefully sat down and felt the sweet sensation of the harness press against the dildo.

She tilted her head back slightly as he pushed to the back of her throat . . . As she took his full length she moaned softly, tilted her head and tightened her lips, then moaned a bit more as she felt his grip relax on her hair and his hand gently push her head further on his cock and slowly begin fucking her mouth.

Sensations flowed though her and she tightened around the plug and blushed at the thought of the creamy sight her wet cunt and ass would be to the others watching her mouth being fucked.  An increase of tension on the chain connecting the clips sent jolts through her nipples and her clit.  She relaxed her mouth briefly at the feeling and he slipped his cock from her mouth. She protested softly and felt a collar being fastened around her neck, with the chain draped over her shoulder and down her back. 

She lowered herself instinctively, putting her head on a pillow placed for her on the bed, spread her knees more, raised her ass and pushed her cunt out. She caught the sound of a woman’s soft moan from behind her and blushed again and felt her clit surge and she shuddered at the shame. Feeling his fingers open her labia wide then deeper, exposing her cunt, she shuddered again and came, wanting to, and hearing the woman moan again at her display. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around the pillow, and buried her face as a large glass dildo was slid into her cunt. She raised her face, took a long breath through her mouth and arched bowed her neck as it kept sliding further into her.

“Open my pet . . . open”

Shamelessly she raised her head again and pushed her cunt onto the dildo and felt it slide fully into her.  Her pulse quickened and she began moving and squirming feeling the texture of the dildo inside her . . . rocking her hips against his fingers caressing her labia, sliding between her thighs making her skin, and her cunt ache. She whimpered and pushed again . . . rocking forward she felt the dildo slide back, almost out of her. She tightened her cunt and felt the first hard thrust drive into her. She gasped at the sensation, and immediately rocked back against it. The crescendo of the thrusts sweetly tortured her clit, she raised herself up on all fours and matched the rhythm  and she could feel a wet flow down her thigh, she pressed hard against the thrusts and came hard, dropped down again beginning to just enjoy the fucking. A firm pull on the chain attached to her collar brought her head up immediately. She rose again on all fours as the dildo slammed into her and she fought the surge, cumming a moment later when the clip on her hood was pulled firmly, she gasped out loud and heard whispers of approval from ‘the others’ . . . spread her knees further apart and raised her cunt higher . . . feeling the clip being pinched as her reward . . . the pain sent shivers through her and she called out her master’s name . . . to the approval of the others.

She lost track of the moments and came again as her pussy ached.  Her knees weakened a bit and she was held up on all fours with a pull reminding her of the chain on her collar . . . She raised her head as erectly as she could and straightened her posture, showing her gratitude for her master’s attention.  The thrusts slowed and long pushes soothed her, and she felt her pulse race as he fingered her clit, removed the dildo and opened her for inspection . . . for all to see.

She held her breath as he gently tugged the chain attached between her legs. He pinched the tip and she whimpered at the pain and felt it blend with the syrup flowing from her cunt and gasped as he released the clip and pressed suddenly and hard on her clit.  The pain stabbed sharply and amplified the sweet ache of her clit and she came and was allowed to lie on her tummy and catch her breath . . .

A moment later, his arm slid under her and raised her ass again, she whimpered as she felt the glass plug being removed and took the pillow in her arms, resting for a moment until she felt the chain attached to her nipples send jolts through her . . . She took a deep breath and tried to relax, then felt his hands open her cheeks and knowing her ass was nicely opened and visible by removing her plug . . . She blushed and spread her knees further apart again  . . . and felt his cock push and stretch her ass . . . his fingers massaged her sore lips and clit and she called his name again as he pushed and the pain lubricated his cock.  She pushed again until he was fully inside her, then raised up again and arched her back . . . fixing her posture and turning her shoulders where he could reach her nipples easier. 

She heard the approving moan and smiled, acknowledging her audience and felt his cock push deeply into her ass. He fucked her ass slowly and deeply until she floated on the pain, the heat and the shame . . .  She felt his thrusts become faster and again turned her shoulders  . . . he quickly unsnapped the clips and pushed his cock hard and fast as he came.  The surge from the clips and feeling his cock throbbing sent another shiver through her. She collapsed on her pillow, and came as he slowly pushed and held his cock inside her . . . and whispered to her master.

He laid down next to her and drew her next to him. She felt his wet cock against her tummy . . . smiled and offered her mouth for a kiss . . .  He reached over and took her leg and raised it over his . . . Her cunt and ass would be exposed for the visual pleasure as her clit still throbbed. She nuzzled and kissed his neck and soaked in the sore satisfaction of the sex and the things she found so delicious . . . after a quiet moment she heard the door to the room open then softly latch . . .

 He slipped her blindfold off of her. She looked around the room and could not tell if anyone at all had been standing or sitting as they watched her being fucked and sucking his cock.  She looked into his eyes, then kissed him as he switched off the lights  . . . and giggled in the dark asking what he ordered for their room service dinner at 11:00 . . .

Wilshire Boulevard traffic moved erratically, but she arrived in Beverly Hills at the Polo Lounge in reasonable time. The valet opened her door, took her keys and left her standing at the curb.  A thought of the day before when she stood on the curb and took that first step  . . . walking to the building across the Third Street Promenade and putting her in his hands unconditionally came to mind . . .  and then the sweet fragrance of sex and the sting of pleasure, the helplessness. She took the step again and left choices behind her, perhaps forever, and thought only of responding to his next choice, his next need . . . 

She slowly woke up, listening to the rain and gusty winds outside, it was still very dark. She suddenly checked, she was snuggled into her spot, close to him, then felt quickly for her collar. She came to slowly and turned to face him, smell his scent and check to see, just see, if he was resting. She put the palm of her hand on his chest, over his heart, feeling his pulse and the rhythm of his breathing.

He'd kept her off balance all day with kisses, caresses of his hands and adjustments in her chain and clamps that caused her to be distracted and bite her lip at the slick wet chain riding her clit tighten and released as she climbed stairs at the bookstore, or sat when they had coffee. He seemed to ignore her attempts to get his attention, then would make an adjustment that caused her to want him to relieve some of the ache that kept her nipples erect and her thighs moist. 

At one point in a quiet corner of the bookstore he reached under her skirt and worked the dildo in her ass where it tightened against her clit and nipples in rhythm.  He stopped as her knees weakened and she raised her ass, not caring who might see. When he stopped short of her cumming, she moaned loudly before she realized and then a wave of sweet embarrassment hit her as she caught herself and heard him laughing.  Her  face was flushed, he turned her, holding her close and fingered her clit, kissing her until she came.  

Minutes later, she sat carefully sipping coffee, the chain pressing against her now very swollen clit,  looked at the mischief in his eyes, and held tightly to the control he was exercising over her.

She bought a few things for her makeup chest and for their bath and declined an early supper for going home.  He put her leash on her as they left the car and took her again to their bedroom and carefully undressed her as she stood obediently, removed her chain and slowly released the clamps on her nipples so as not to be too painful.  She bent over and rested on the bed as he removed the dildo and then reached behind her offering herself for his pleasure. His fingers played for a minute or more, massaging her. He stood her up and put her robe on her leaving it open, took off her leash and took her by the hand.

Dinner was cold roasted chicken a huge Caesar salad, hot pasta, hot bread with pads of butter, two bottles of wine with strong soft cheese.  They tore apart the chicken with their fingers, as well as the bread.  Once she sipped the wine and he fed her bites of chicken and hot buttery bread she ate ravenously and opened for large bites when he continued to offer. 

She picked out wine and continued to eat, he poured and continued to share his with her and feed her bites.  Once she was full, he caressed her belly and she asked for a fire. The cold wind gusts and rain had blown behind them as they came home and the room was cool. While he made the fire and stripped, she made a pallet of quilts and blankets and set the wine nearby.

He settled in and she stretched out her full length against him to warm herself. He held her close and she could feel his cock against her full tummy, his scent mixed with the bouquet of the wine and her nipples reminded her of their ordeal of the day as she rubbed them against his chest.  The wine was beginning to speak to her, her cunt was wet and empty and she wanted to be sore.  She whispered the thoughts in her head before she realized she did. He was looking at her nude against him and turned his eyes to hers when she spoke. She blushed at what she said and then felt him kissing her cheek and neck.

He reached and unhooked her collar and startled her. She put her fingers to her throat to hold it in place, but he took it from her and began kissing her throat.  She was off balance, her collar removed and confused as to what he wanted now from her. He pressed her down on her back gently and held her there until she relaxed, understood and tilted her head for a kiss.  He rolled on top of her and pulled her hips to him, kissed her, gently sucked her nipples and made love for a very long time. She melted more than came and she raised her hips to hold the warm cum from him deep inside her.

He asked her about her ideas from the sketches she did. Her studio was almost done and she hadn't found her subject yet. She was tucked slightly under him from her waist, and poured wine, offered sips and they talked and the fire warmed her butt and shoulders as he ran his fingertips softly over her skin.  She could feel his cum between her thighs, his fingertips on the small of her back, the nape of her neck and the hold he gripped over her. She would do anything, just don't let this ever change, and the thought made her shiver.

He fed her dessert, sparkling water and she followed when he walked into their bedroom. She laid down first, to be under him and he'd stroked and fucked her for hours as only a lover would.

When she woke, she felt for her collar, then remembered why he removed it, kept her hand over his heart, listened to the rain and slipped back into her spot to sleep, once she was sure he was safe.