Master said later that the candlelights filtering through the scones, captured the highlights in my hair, making it look as if I was a blaze as I danced.
I turned to face the room, my hair and arms covering my breasts and moved my hips in a shimmying fashion. I wondered if anyone knew they were shaking to the beat of the vibrators inside me. I felt more alive then ever. As I lowered my arms from covering my breasts I heard a collective sigh escape the crowd.
Touching the fifth veil tied bandana style around my thigh, my eyes lovingly caressing my wonderful Master. Lust gnawed its way through me as I swiftly undid the small silk, tossing it to the floor at Master's feet. He laughed and reached down to pick it up.
I swayed in the middle of the room, my whole body moving in harmony with the music and the toys inside me. With my hand on the knot of the sixth veil at my hip I started to untie the silk. Lust ruled my body and I undid the knot with ease. It slowly slid away from my skin revealing one more very small veil. I dropped it to the ground. I was the temptress Master desired.
I moved gracefully back to Master and stood before him. My hips gyrating as seductively as I could muster, and I whispered, "I need you." I smiled down at him, wrapping my foot around his calf and rubbed it with my arch, sliding my foot up and down.
He pushed me away and stood, then moved me back to the middle of the floor. There, in front of my Master and all our friends I slowly ran my hands up my thigh to my hip to untie the last veil.
He smiled, moving my hand away and leaned down to kiss me. He whispered, "Allow me." The last veil was ripped from my body. He scooped me up and carried me back to his chair.
I was back in his lap where I longed to be, in the arms of the one who would not only be my best friend but my lifelong companion – my Master.
Applause broke out around the room. Mistress Bergenia stood, clapping. "Bravo, Baby, well I know that got me in the mood." She fanned herself with her hand. "Our next bit of entertainment I believe you'll find just as entertaining as Baby’s dance. I know you all have been eyeing the various pieces of equipment around the room."
She motioned to the musicians and as the first few notes of Bolero echoed through the room, all the subbies and slaves moved to the middle of the room.
CHAPTER 24
All the subbies and slaves stood in the middle of the floor and took the standard presentation stance for the Academy – back straight, arms down and slightly away from their sides, chin up, eyes facing directly forward, tummy tucked, and chest out.
Mistress Bergenia faced the guests, "My friends, in celebration of our ceremony today, I have come up with a new twist to an old game. This I call "OrgErotica". As you all have had time to peruse the equipment stations around the room, I’m sure each has picked out their favorite. Not to worry though that someone else will monopolize it. I will ring a bell and we will all shift at that time."
"There are thirty stations, and in front of you are twenty-nine prime students of the Academy. They will each draw a number to correspond to a station, as will each of us. All will go to their designated spot and place the student in that piece as you may see fit."
She smiled broadly when she looked at Master holding me on his lap. "The remaining station will go to your slave?"
Master shifted me on his lap. "Yes, Kitten will be taking that spot. She's not of the Academy, but she is well trained." I looked up to Master thinking, I'm not going to play? I tried to hide my disappointment, but I knew it was written all over my face. He kissed my cheek as he continued, " I promised her she would not be left out of the fun."
"Great." Picking up two bowls she placed them on the table, "Masters/Mistresses right, subbie/slaves left. Please go to your stations after you’ve picked your numbers."
I looked around for Kitten, when the doors were thrown open wide, four slaves, dressed only in loin cloths, carried Kitten, hanging from a pole like some big cat just bagged during a safari. She was still covered all over with the notes. There were four little balls dangling down below her ass. They swung and clanked together as she was carried in. Her long blonde hair was lose and hanging also. The pole was set on two brackets that had somehow materialized in the middle of the floor.
Master helped me off His lap and led me over to Kitten. He petted her head and stroked her hair. "Let's see what piece of equipment you're going to be assigned before we remove some of the pins."
Kitten started to wiggle as Master wove his index finger through the notes. Her intake of air was audible and the idea the notes might not all be removed at this time was not sitting well with her.
Mistress Bergenia handed Master a piece of paper, "Kitten will be in the Hanging Chain cage."
"Wonderful, that means we don’t have to read the notes just yet." Master said as he patted Kitten's upturned foot. "I'll leave you to get situated Kitten, Baby and I are going to wander around and mingle with our guests." He leaned down and whispered something in Kitten’s ear before he led me away.
I looked back momentarily to see them releasing Kitten’s feet from the bar. Even at a distance I could see the clothespins bouncing up and down with her moments. Master tugged my leash saying, "Kitten will be well looked after, Baby, lets go see what are guests are up to."
The first stop was a sling. The Mistress had finished cuffing the slave. We stood there and watched as she set her back in the sling, raising her hands over her head and attaching them high up on the chains. Her feet were then attached so that her rear just grazed the sling.
When the slave was secure the Mistress walked around and tested each cuff to make sure the tension was okay, then she pulled out a bright red flogger from her belt. Standing to the side of the slave she s trailed the strands over the squirming slave.
Master tugged again on my leash; I had been so absorbed in what was happening he had to pull rather hard to get my attention. "Baby, come. There are others to see."
We crossed the room to the station Cathy was at, a Black Stallion spanking horse. She was all ready positioned, her ass having a paddle steadily applied to it by Zack. His smile showed his joy as he continued on without breaking rhythm when we stopped to watch. I felt a surge of moisture between my legs, as I wondered how many times he had held me in that position.
I smiled as Master took me to the next station, which was a bondage table. The submissive was strapped in and the Master was having his slave crawl under the table to come up through the access hole. "Lick," was all he said and out popped her tongue to commence licking fast and furiously. The one on the table started moaning immediately.
Again Master pulled on my leash as he led me to an upright stretch rack. Kelly was strapped in at a very steep angle, hanging from her feet. Weights were attached to her nether lips pulling them apart and down. Cane marks covered her from breast to knee. The Mistress had stopped for a few moments when we walked up.
Master asked if we could butt-in for a moment, which she was more then happy to allow. He turned to me and said, "Baby, I think you need to thank Kelly properly for your little toys." Pushing me toward her I knew he wanted me to lick her cunt, but because of the position she was in the only way I could get close was to place my clit on her mouth – which I did and which was promptly sucked into Kelly’s waiting lips.
She matching me stroke for stroke and I started to lose it when the cane sliced across my ass. "Baby, remember you do not have permission to cum." I started to move away when I felt another strike of the cane a tad bit higher on my ass. "But I want you to get Kelly to cum."