I was moaning trying to concentrate on her pussy, licking and sucking it. I knew from the taste and smell that she was close, when a series of swishes hit one after another working ever higher on my ass. I was crying as I licked her, my tears and her cum creating a salty concoction, sweet to the taste.
She came fast and hard and her entire body jumped in the chains. My pussy was on fire as she sucked even harder with each jolt of her orgasm. I licked till the jitters stopped and Master's hand pulled me by my upper arm. "Good girl, Baby. Let’s go find Kitten."
I was on edge. His hand on my upper arm was the only thing holding me up right. I looked at Master with tears in my eyes, and begged in a soft whisper, "Please." Taking me into his embrace he held me close. My body was shaking so hard it was all I could do not to melt there in his arm.
Rubbing my hair with his hand, he held me there, whispering that I was still not permitted to cum. I tensed and started to pull away but he held me close. "Baby, this is our day, don't make me punish you." Tears streamed down my face, the throbbing in my cunt continued on as I tried to get myself under control.
Both bee bees went off on low and my knees bulked so fast I almost slid out of Master's arms on to the floor. He laughed as he pulled me close. The throbbing radiated through every nerve of my body. All I could do was cling to him, moaning.
He turned off the bee bees and kisses my cheek. My breathing was not as erratic and I realized I'd stopped crying. Nerve endings through out my body were humming as Master moved me out of his arms and touched my nose with his finger, "All better now, love?"
Nodding my head, I whispered, "Yes, Master, thank you."
"Good. Let's see how Kitten is doing." Master tugged on my leash.
CHAPTER 25
Master brought me to stand and watch Kitten being tortured. She was inside the hanging chain cage – well, part of her was. Her arms were above her head cuffed to the top of the cage. The cage's chain hung a bit away from the front of her body, but it had been raised in the back to sit on her rear. She was slightly bent at the waist with her legs spread wide by a bar cuffed at her ankles.
A fox fur paddle was being applied to her rear. Alternating between the leather side and the fur side; with each swat of the paddle, the Master welding it had Kitten jumping back and forth from pleasure to pain. As the leather side hit she would bounce forward catching the clothespins on the chain cage. Her cries for him to stop went unheeded. As the fur sidestroked she purred.
I watched Master made eye contact with her. If she needed her safe word, now was the time to say so. Instead of a word, a serene smile crossed her face. Master nodded and we moved around to look at her ever-growing redder ass. Each and every swat precisely placed to cover her ass in a growing pattern of shades of red.
The notes between her legs were sopping wet and the little balls were clanking away like the pendulum set I had as a child. One ball into the other finishing with a wide arc on either end. The Master had it timed that the ball would hit, then the leather paddle, then the fur. It was poetry in motion to see her played this way.
Master began removing the notes from Kitten’s body, reading some, laughing at most. "Baby, Zack sends his love. Here's Stan’s; "tie the knots and may your flogger always fly high". As each note was removed from various parts of her body, Kitten moaned, and each one that past her lips sent tingles up my spine.
I almost jumped out of my skin when Master turned on the beebees. He had his arm draped around my waist, but I was away from his body.
The bee bees went on high and my knees buckled. He was holding me up by my underarms. "Baby open your eyes." They flew open and I found us in the middle of the room. I strained to focus on those around us when I heard him say, "Cum for us, Baby."
All eyes were focused on us as I melted there in the middle of the floor. I was molten lust oozing with sensation, rocked to the core as the nerves pushed electrically charged impulses through me. The feelings ripping through my body seem to go on and on from my head to my toes. When they began to slow Master pulled me back against him and crossed his arms over my stomach.
He kissed the side of my neck as I finished. The room erupted in applause. I blinking and scanned the crowd. Smiles were on all the faces as well as on mine.
Master cleared his throat and said, "Friends it's time for us to leave you. We'd like to thank you all for coming. Bergenia, we'd especially like to thank you for bringing us together and letting us share our joy with you."
He escorted me to the van. I looked back out the window as the Academy faded from my view, then over to Master – my Master, my future. Easing back into the seat I closed my eyes and pondered what that meant. With Master, that could be any number of things.
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"What a dismal place! Now, don't get me wrong, my darling, I'd come to see you if you were camped out in the frozen wastes of Siberia, but I have to say you deserve a medal for surviving here as long as you have."
I reclined on Harry's new sofa, savoring its luxuriant squishiness and gratefully imbibing a glass of red wine. It had been a long day of bouncing bus followed by cut-price airline and hedonism seemed like the perfect antidote to my travel travails. Harry sighed in agreement, busy multi-tasking dinner in the open-plan kitchen of his apartment. Intriguing savory whiffs issued from the oven and my stomach gurgled a distress call.
"Don't I know it, dearie. It wouldn't be so bad if there was something I could actually despise about this town, but it's just plain blah."
"Like microwave dinners."
"Yep."
My friend leaned upon his work surface and looked morose. I wriggled my toes against the upholstery and pondered the possibilities. One brief weekend in a charmless northern town, sprawled like a canker sore across the vast and featureless prairie. Oil and gas had built the place, blizzards held it captive half the year. My visit coincided with a thaw, stale melt-water turning brown grass to mush. Yuck.
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