Meka @ MindSay

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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 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 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 . . .