And she had it! That certain sexual something… She had it and I wanted it!
It was going to be my treat, I suddenly realized, to be worked over by her…
A fine, lovely feast for me, as well as her.
Now, I could feel Clifford's hands behind me, stroking my soft shoulders, letting his hands fall to my ass… giving me a couple of strokes, and then insinuating his hand between my thighs…
"Open them, please…"
He was going to show me off!
Like I was a slave at an auction!
God… he had moves!
"Come on… part those hot thighs…"
I couldn't resist.
I did as I was told.
And then I was standing there with my legs open… showing off my private charms to this woman…
He was smiling…
Because she was smiling.
And licking her lips.
She was going to eat me…
How did I know?
How did I know in that second she was going to eat me?
Hard to say…
But I knew it…
I knew it as sure as the day is long and my thighs were exposed.
That's how sure I was.
Dominique came up to me, and now I understood once more the power of having my hands tied behind my back.
She was staring at my face.
Going over every inch of it.
"She's gorgeous," she finally said to Clifford, who was still behind me.
"Yes…"
"And I can do anything I want with her?"
She said it as if she were checking it out, to make sure she'd heard right.
"Anything…"
"Good…"
I wasn't sure how this had taken place.
Was I being sold?
Rented?
Leased?
Who was Dominique anyway?
Was she someone who was supposed to come over and abuse me just for Clifford's enjoyment?
I wished I had some answers.
But to tell you the truth, it was difficult for me to think that clearly.
I mean, as much as she was turned on by the fact she was going to sex-slave me… I was as turned on by the fact that I was going to be her sex slave.
It's something beautiful women like the two of us think about a lot.
I don't care what you men think… we do… we'd all like to go down on some sweet pussy, at least once in our lives, to see what's it's like, if nothing else.
And that was what I wanted her to do.
To eat me.
And she was going to.
I knew I'd had to problem getting her to do that.
She was fairly dripping from her mouth.
No…
She wanted, merely, to let me know as she was talking to Clifford, that I got to her.
She put one of her ivory smooth hands on my face and stroked it.
"So lovely…"
"Ohhh…"
"Darling… I'm going to do things to you…"
"Ohhh…"
She turned her attentions toward Clifford, letting one of her hands rest firmly on my cheek.
"Can you tie her in the air, spread-eagled? I want to use the whip on her…"
"No…"
I was moaning…
I wasn't sure why…
But I knew I didn't want her to whip me!
How humiliating!
Whipped by another woman…
"I want to… crucify her!"
The sound of that made my blood curdle.
This babe wasn't kidding around!
That much was for certain!
Now, though, she was going to teach me a few things…
I felt it deep in my pussy.
Crucified!
I just didn't like the sound of that at all…
But as I was left to think about it, I was led over to the dungeon room, once more…
And in the very center of it, my feet were placed together, and my dress was taken down.
Leaving me in my high heels, sheer stockings and garter belt.
And nothing more.
My full, heavy tits were exposed to Dominique, who let her creamy hands go all over them…
"Oohhhhhh."
"Yes, baby… I'm going to work you… I'm going to work you like you've never been worked before…"
"Oooohhhh…"
She was turning me on!
Think like that was bound to get to me.
There was just no way it couldn't…
Now, she smiled as she bent down to do my feet.
She made me spread them almost a full two feet apart, and cuffed them in those leather cuffs to the ground!
At the same time, Clifford was working on my hands.
He'd untied them and in a flash had made me raise them above my head, where they were now.
And he attached them to two cuffs.
In a flash, with the both of them working as if they had a plane to catch, I mean they were so efficient and quick they were driving me crazy! In that flash, I found myself fully widened and extended…
My perfect voluptuous body made ready for a whipping… for a crucifying, at the lovely hands of this gorgeous blonde creature who was intent on putting me through my paces.
And then…
Finally, she went to the wall and pulled off a thick, snake-like whip…
With several lashes coming out of one end.
She held it in her fingers and played with it, knowing I was watching.
Then she slowly came up to me.
She talked to Clifford as she walked.
"I want you to take a seat and watch. You can watch, Clifford, but you can't interfere. No matter what. Okay?"
"You bet," Clifford said.
Sure.
Was he going to miss an opportunity to see something like this?
Not on your life.
That much was painfully obvious.
And now…
Now… he was pulling up his favorite throne like chair, getting himself ready.
He was really in for a treat.
And so was I.
I knew that Dominique must have been an expert at this.
Especially when she pulled the whip across my face and let it linger…
"Do you feel that leather?"
"Yes…" I said shyly.
"Good… because it's going to go all across your back… I guarantee it…"
"Ohhhh…"
"Don't bother to try and get away, or pretend you don't feel it… because you do… you will. I'm going to hurt you…"
Her words echoed in my ears.
I'm going to hurt you…
CHAPTER FIVE
I don't think I ever felt so helpless or exposed before in my life!
It was one thing to have a man work you over… and I'll admit that that can be very painful in it's own right… obviously…
But it's quite another to have a woman do you… Believe me… if you girls out there have never tried it, I suggest you let yourself get picked up by a girl, and get done, in front of your boyfriend.
It's the best turn-on in the world!
And you guys… if your girl is gorgeous, like I am, pick up another babe and promise her she can have a go at her…
You won't be sorry…
And neither will your girl…
I guarantee it…
Just…
Let things happen…
Like Clifford was doing.
He was in his chair like a pasha in a throne…
And loving the fact I was twisting in my bonds, my arms above my head, my tits thrust out in this position, inviting her to come in and do me…
And she knew it.
She put her fingers under each of my tits and gently bounced them, watching my face at all times, keeping that whip between her tight hot thighs…
"Yes? Feels good?"
She was murmuring… almost as if it were to be between us, just our little secret…
And I liked that about her…
I liked the way she did this…
The way she made me feel…
So good…
It was so good…
"Yes…" I murmured…
She smiled and let her tongue flick across her lips once more.
"Of course you do… you love my fingers on your tits… don't you…"
"Yes…"
"Yes… a woman touching another woman… it's hot… it makes you hot, doesn't it…"
"Yes…"
"What am I going to do, darling, with my whip?"