Leroy pulls away from me, and when he does, I see a spot of blood on his lower lip. I suck my own lip and realize it's mine; he's broken the skin. A crowd is gathering now, and I love the fact that they can all see how I've been marked by my master, branded as his property with a tiny cut on my lip and a red smear on my chin. He reaches into a bag at the foot of the cage and produces a tiny chrome rod that looks like a mascara wand. When he clicks a switch and the sleek little bar begins to buzz and hum, I know that it's not makeup he's got in mind. Standing at arm's length, I find his very distance from me a form of torture in itself. Doesn't he know that my body is his to use and abuse? Doesn't he know how my flesh craves to be pressed up against his?-Leroy traces the vibe across my splayed body, tickling me under the arms and behind the knees. To giggle is totally forbidden, and I have to strain every nerve in my body and bite down into my own shoulder to suppress the uncontrollable squeals that build up inside me. As I buck and writhe, I'm so wildly turned on that I can't obey my body's most basic instincts.
Then, with a firmer touch, he holds the vibe to my nipples, which tingle and throb until the extreme sensation is almost unbearable. That's when he points the silver stick between my legs, almost-but-not-quite touching my pussy lips. I'm mortified to see that a droplet of juice spills from my naked, swollen pussy and lands on the floor, where it sits like a tiny pearl. For me to take pleasure from Leroy's abuse is forbidden. Will he notice? Of course he does. Nothing escapes this master's attention.
"Are you aroused?" he says, accusingly. "I don't remember giving you permission to get turned on." I shake my head, knowing that my body has betrayed me and that it's too late. He pushes the toy against my pussy lips. From my restrained position I can't see my sex, but
I'm sure my pleasure must be obvious in my throbbing, pulsating pussy for all to see. Then he puts it on my clitoris. As the tension builds in my sensitive little bud, my arms and legs begin to ache, and my whole body yearns for release.
"Do you want someone inside you?" asks Leroy
"Yes, master," I somehow find the strength to say.
"Who do you want inside you?" he demands.
"You, master," I half pant, half scream.
"How much do you want it?"
"I will die if you don't fuck me," I say, and I mean it.
From his pocket he pulls a condom, a red rubber one covered with ridges and nodules. I thrill at the sight of it. I'm so sopping wet that I'm going to need some rough, heavy stimulation if I'm to feel his prick inside my hole. He pushes into me roughly, mercilessly, and I feel each rubber bobble tickle and scrape the inside of my cunt. I'm so hot that it only takes two or three thrusts for it to happen. My pussy floods with clear liquid and my whole body convulses as the red-hot tremors overwhelm me.
Leroy takes me down from the handcuffs, and I collapse in a heap on the floor, arms and legs tingling as the blood flows back into them. My body is limp and woozy with satisfaction, but my mind is already reeling, so pleased with what I've just experienced that I can't help but be disappointed that it's over. Or is it? As I feel Leroy's hands grab my hair and yank me to my feet, I feel a fresh wave of excitement engulf my body. "Come with me, slave," he says, pulling me so hard by the hair that I have no choice but to follow where he leads me. He marches toward a private room at the back of the club, puts his hand on the door handle, and turns to me with a wink and a nod to the clock. It's not quite four a.m. yet. "I still own you for the next six minutes," he says. "And you haven't made me come yet."