Anticipation (3 page)

They were the true definition of a
bromance.

“Why are you sharing her with me? I thought
you didn’t share.” Scott inquired.

“I never said that,” Nick corrected, “I just
don’t like my girls to be taken advantage of.”

“I’m not going to take advantage of
Whitney.”

“Oh, you’re damn right about that,” Nick
chuckled and Scott rolled his eyes, “besides, she’ll be good
practice for you whenever you decide to get your own
submissive.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that,” Scott
walked out of Nick’s closet and Nick followed him, “I’m just so
busy at work with the campaigns and I’m not sure if I can devote my
time to a submissive.”

“You’ll know when you’re ready.” Nick walked
downstairs to the kitchen and Scott joined him at the bar, “she’ll
appear out of nowhere and will be fully dedicated to you.”

“You make it sound like a fantasy,” Scott
noted, “you lucked out with Whitney and Stacey.”

Nick poured a couple of glasses of wine,
sliding one to his friend. “I know I did.” He held up his glass.
“To getting them off.”

“To getting them off.” Scott clinked glasses
and took a sip of the wine. It tasted of dark chocolate and
berries. A wine connoisseur, Nick seemed to pick out the very best
wines for each occasion.

“So tell me about the girl Mistress picked
out for you,” Nick began, “she has to be pretty special in order
for Mistress to specifically hand pick her.”

“She’s young,” Scott thought about the
10-year age difference between him and Mariana, “and she’s
really young
mentally. Other than she’s very attractive, I
don’t see the connection.”

“This is the one Mistress picked out?” Nick
asked and Scott nodded. “Then it doesn’t matter if you see it. She
did. That’s all that matters.”

“She’s making it seem like Mari is going to
be my submissive slash wife.” Scott shrugged.

Nick gently swirled his wine. “That’s an
issue because…”

“I need to get some kink out of my system. I
need to experience some things with another person before I try
them on a woman I’m supposed to wife.”

“You know you’re not getting married
tomorrow, right?” Nick asked with a smile.

“Fuck you,” Scott retorted and Nick laughed,
“you know what I mean.”

“Well, after the demo maybe someone might
approach you and then you’ll have an opportunity. Fly her out to
California; I’m sure no woman is going to deny a free all-expense
paid trip to LA. Set the boundaries but most importantly, set the
standard. Look at it as an exploratory training for you both.” Nick
suggested. “Because if the maid is supposed to be the one and
you’re not ready for her yet, you need some practice on someone
else.”

“That’s the thing – I don’t even know how to
approach her. What am I supposed to say? Hey, can I bound and gag
you while I play with your pussy?” Scott laughed. “Like, what do I
do?”

Nick took a sip and thought for a moment.
“Wait.”

“Wait? For what?”

“Wait for her to approach you,” Nick
suggested.

“What if she doesn’t?” Scott asked. “Then
what?”

Nick stared out his window and contemplated
what he wanted to say. With an air of confidence he’d learned from
Sanora, he replied to him. “I have a feeling she just might.”

Four

Krista arrived at the Dungeon just shortly
before 8 p.m. She checked her coat and made her way to the bar,
ordering a Cosmopolitan. As she admired the various Doms and
submissives that have passed by her, she tried to figure out which
ones were Master Scott and Saint Nick. She couldn’t tell. There
were many Doms in various shapes, sizes, and ethnic groups. Come to
think of it, Krista didn’t know what race the men were. She really
had no clue what they looked like.

“I see you made it,” Ashley approached
Krista. “Welcome, welcome.”

“I almost didn’t,” Krista replied. She kept
second-guessing her decision up until she entered the club and even
at the bar, she wondered what the hell she was doing.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Don’t worry about
it. Have a drink to ease your nerves.” Ashley stated. “You came
just in time. The demo is getting ready to start.”

“Oh shit!” Krista downed her drink. The
alcohol warmed her insides and Krista instantly found her courage.
If BDSM wasn’t her thing, she’d find out that night and would be on
her way. If BDSM was her thing, she’ll have to find a way to
introduce herself to the Masters.

She followed Ashley to a stadium-like room
and sat down on the plush chairs. She looked around and saw the
stadium was quickly filling up with other Doms and their
submissives. It seemed the Masters drew quite the crowd.

“Is it always this crowded?” Krista
asked.

“Sometimes,” Ashley revealed, “but this is a
special night. It’s very rare that both Masters do a demo together.
Usually one does it or the other, never both.” She noticed Nick
walked in with Whitney. “There’s Saint Nick and one of His subs.
They’re about to begin!”

Krista focused her attention on Saint Nick.
He was a gorgeous with dark, wavy hair and a muscular build hidden
underneath his casual business wear of a crisp grey shirt and black
slacks. He wore thick black hipster frames on his face which made
Krista think he was a sexy nerd. Thoughts of roleplaying with Nick
being a hot professor and Krista being a disobedient student began
to take over her mind.

The sub, which Krista assumed was Whitney,
followed behind Him and wore a tied-up silk purple robe and
stilettos. She was stunningly beautiful, looking like a model fresh
off the runway. She had natural curly hair and her face was
flawless without a small blemish on her. Krista was immediately
jealous.

Whitney removed her robe and revealed she
was nude. She had a boyish figure with a tight, round ass and small
tear-shaped breasts. She laid down on the leather table and Nick
immediately strapped her in.

Krista gasped at how brave Whitney was and
how cool and collected Saint Nick appeared to be. The demonstration
was about to begin.

****

He walked around the table, making sure
everything was at His disposal for the night’s play session. There
were a variety of sex toys for Scott’s disposal and Nick was
confident his friend would find one (or a few) useful during His
time with Whitney. The electro devices were set and ready.

The sub for the night was one of His girls
and He preferred it that way. A newcomer at the Dungeon was too
risky; a veteran was too needy. But His girls – there were two of
them – they were just right.

One of them was checking in people into the
club while the other volunteered to be that night’s demonstration
subject. While she’d come to terms with a lot of things when they
signed a contract, He also knew her hard limits and didn’t test her
in any way. So when she suddenly requested to do a medical scene at
The Dungeon, He knew she went out of her way.

It was another special occasion – her
birthday – and she wanted to please Him.

He’d asked her what would she liked for her
birthday and the request had been on her mind for some time. She
swallowed her nervousness and stated she wanted to do medical play
with him and one of his friends. He raised an eyebrow and wondered
aloud if she could truly handle them both at the same time. He then
remembered she wasn’t like the other submissives and she knew what
she was doing.

****

Whitney swallowed hard. The room was deathly
cold and she wanted to rub her arms in hopes of warming up. She
knew better. She was to lie still until otherwise instructed. She
was thankful the table was made out of plush leather and the straps
that bound her to the table were soft. There was one across her
chest, right before her breasts. There was another across her
torso. Her feet were bound in stirrups and her thighs were spread
open. Anyone looking down at her would see everything.

She managed to let out a few quick breaths
and closed her eyes, blinding those who watching her in the
stadium-like room. She was on display and in a few minutes,
all
of her will be examined by the guests at The Dungeon.
She started second-thinking the scene already. It was taking her
back to dark places in her past, specifically being on an operating
table and waking up to hear bad news about her health that had
forever changed her. She went down a deep freefalling spiral until
she met Him.

He’d saved her. She would forever be
indebted to Him.

Was she ready for this? Could she actually
do it? He promised he wouldn’t harm her or let anyone hurt her.
Saint Nick had no reason to let her believe otherwise and she’d
been His sub for quite some time.

The squeamish thoughts remained and her
stomach curled up into tight knots. As more people filled the
stadium and she heard the murmurs of those about to watch, Whitney
was about to leapt off the table when a set of familiar hands
cradled her face.

“Say the word and we’re done here,” He
whispered.

Did she want to stop? She felt comforted by
His touch and presence, realizing He would never let any harm come
to her. She let out another sigh as her safe word momentarily
flashed across her brain.

Sinatra.

She was in love with all things Rat Pack and
had a collection of old records from Ol’ Blue Eyes himself.
Choosing her favorite singer as her safety word only made sense to
them both.

“
Piccina
?” He asked again, His voice
demanding her attention.

She shook her head and opened her eyes. His
sharp blue ones had warmth to them and the message had been
conveyed loud and clear to her. “Please continue, Sir.”

“Very well,” He softly kissed her forehead.
“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.

“Good. Let’s do the demonstration.”

****

He walked around the table and stood in
front of it, addressing the audience but solely focusing His
attention on her. “Tonight, Whitney has let me do a demonstration
on her. This is a very special time for both of us. Medical play is
one of her soft limits but she wanted to do something special for
me since today is her birthday.” Sir stepped aside and the audience
had a full view of Whitney’s fully nude body, including her parted
thighs exposing her slit. “As you can see Whitney is completely
nude. She is not new to the lifestyle but she is new to
exhibitionism.

“Her body is very small and lithe,” Nick
walked up to Whitney’s breasts. Her nipples were firm by the cold
breeze in the room and became perkier when his hands gently
squeezed them. He walked his fingers down her torso, stopping at
the small patch of hair leading to the vee of her sex. His fingers
lightly brushed against her clit and she shuddered in response.
“Her pussy is warm and ready.” He inserted a finger inside her
rectum and she clenched around him. “So is her ass.”

He grabbed a blindfold and put it over her
eyes. “I blindfolded her so her only focus would be on the pleasure
she is receiving and not eyes looking down on her and critiquing
her performance.” Nick stated to the audience. “For this
demonstration, I will need assistance and one of my good friends is
here to assist.” He nodded to the man in the far corner who stepped
into the spotlight. “I’m sure everyone is familiar with Master
Scott.”

A few of the submissives gasped as they saw
Master Scott walk into the room. Krista’s attention turned to him.
He was heart stopping gorgeous with wavy dark hair and an athletic
build that was hidden underneath his business attire of a crisp
white shirt with open collar and pleated black slacks. He walked
over to Whitney and put His hands on her shoulders. Nick nodded to
Him, signaling it was time to start.

Scott massaged and pinched Whitney’s breasts
as Nick grabbed a Hitachi vibrator and turned it on. “Tonight,
we’re going to have Whitney climax in a variety of ways, giving her
a full-bodied orgasm. She has allowed Us to use electro play on
her, so hopefully We can be successful with that as well. For this
demonstration, I will need absolute silence until the end.”

Nick placed the vibrator on Whitney and she
softly jerked at the sudden buzz. The vibrator tickled her swollen
clit and her body instantly reacted to the welcomed invasion. She
lightly moaned and softly breathed as she was taken to different
places. She had long dreamed of being dominated by two men – Master
Scott and Saint Nick, specifically – but this was taking her above
and beyond what she could possibly imagine.

She felt the vibrator turned on to a higher
speed and her pussy responded by jerking upwards to get more of the
wonderful sensation. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her breathing
became increasingly labored, and her senses were heightened due to
the restraints and blindfold. She felt the orgasm crawl all over
her body before she finally exploded into a loud cry.

“Now that she’s nice and slick,” Nick took
out a butt plug and lubed it up with Whitney’s juices, “we’ll start
the scene.”

Five

Using her secretions as lubricant, Nick
inserted a finger inside Whitney’s ass before adding another. He
felt her body tensed up and He stopped, placing His free hand on
her sex to ease her fears. He waited for her breathing to quiet
down and her body to relax before He resumed playing with her. He
removed His fingers and inserted a butt plug, which was attached to
a machine.

“Now I’m going to use electro therapy on
Whitney. I’ve inserted the butt plug inside her and turned it on.
As you can tell by her movements, she is responding favorably to
the new sensation.” Nick watched Whitney’s face contort into
different reactions. “Master Scott will take over from here while
I’ll control the electrical part.” Nick moved aside and Scott stood
in front of Whitney.