Dominique (32 page)

     
Paul chuckled from across the room.
 
I turned around the other way to look at him.
 
He was sipping from his
marguerita
and watching us.

     
“It does look pretty good.
 
She has a pretty cunt,” Andrew offered, flicking his gaze at me.

     
Groaning again, I clenched as Kate’s slim fingers slid smoothly around in my pussy.
 
My face felt like it was aflame and I was getting very worked up.
 
They were talking about me like I was meat.
 
“She has a nice, tight wet cunt, Sir.”
 
I was starting to rock back and forth.

     
“That’s enough, Kate.”

     
“Oh, but
Sir
, I want to see her
cum
,” she whined, sliding her fingers faster.
 
Sparkles flew down my spine to my crotch, making me shake.
 
If she didn’t stop soon I was going to cum!

     
“I told you to stop that, Kate!” Andrew was bending over, holding Kate by the hair and speaking right into her face.
 
“You’ll do as I tell you, when I tell you.
 
Won’t
you?”

     
“Fuck!
 
Owwww
!
 
Yes, I will!
 
Yes!”

     
“Just like Dominique, aren’t you?”

     
“Y-Yes.
 
I’m sorry.”

     
I swung my gaze to Paul as he laughed loudly.
 
His eyes met mine and he grinned.
 
My Master dragged Kate over to the toy-box and told her not to move.
 
He rummaged a moment and pulled out the cock gag, holding it up in front of her eyes.
 
“For you, potty mouth!”

     
Andrew held Kate by the hair on the top of her head and forced her head back making her cry out.
 
He roughly pushed the cock gag all the way into her mouth.
 
She gurgled and the gag made a
glick
,
glick
sound as it was pushed into her throat.
 
Her eyes blazed as Andrew buckled the strap behind her head.
 
“Get rid of that dress before I rip it off you, potty mouth.”

     
Kate’s eyes bulged as she stood and walked over to Paul.
 
He took the hem of her dress in his hands and drew it up and off her body.
 
Kate stood in front of him, squeezing her breasts in her clenched fists and almost doubling over trying to rub her thighs together.

     
“Paul?” Andrew called.
 
Paul put down his glass and came over to stand behind me next to Andrew.
 
At that very moment a well-lubed butt plug started probing for my opening.
 
I groaned and trembled with discomfort as it was pushed relentlessly into me.
 
Gradually I adjusted to the fullness but not before it was cruelly twisted inside me.
 
“Bring Kate over.”

     
“Kate.
 
Here.
 
Now.”
 
She scrambled over on her knees.
 
“Stand up and make her eat your cunt, possum.”

     
She was just taking hold of my hair when I felt that damned egg-shaped thing getting pushed back up my pussy.
 
Without a moments hesitation it was turned on low.
 
Kate pulled my mouth into her musky wetness.
 
She too was shaved and my face slid deliciously all over her smooth abdomen, my mouth dragged side to side across her clit.
 
Even though I couldn’t do anything, I wondered if she liked it and looked up at her.

     
“
Nggggg
...” she groaned, her eyes bugging out.

     
“Turn her head to me, Kate.”
 
Reluctantly she pulled me free of her, steering my head around by the hair.
 
I looked at Andrew and he smiled at me.
 
I heard a click and he chuckled as my pussy clamped hard around the insistent toy.
 
Subconsciously moving back and forth in my bindings, I heard as he clicked it again, sipping his
marguerita
and drinking me in.
 
As I groaned, Kate’s hot pussy mashing into my face again cut off my voice.
 
Her hands tightened in my hair and in moments she was fucking my face!
 
My pussy came alive with vibrations as my Master pressed and released a turbo button on the clicker.
 
It sent waves of shakes and shivers through my body only to rebound and head straight back to my steaming,
spasming
cunt.

     
Just when I thought I might lose control I heard Andrew’s voice.
 
“Now, Paul.”

     
A muffled thump hit my ass as Paul found his range with the paddle.
 
In moments he had his rhythm.
 
Oh, God.
 
Yes.
 
It wasn’t nearly as hard as Kate had paddled me.
 
It was completely different.
 
The rhythmic
thud, thud, thud
of the paddle filled the air as the most delicious of feelings warmed me to the core.
 
My tender of flesh trembled with explosions of pleasurable pain.
 
I heard Andrew turn up the clicker and flashes of tiny lights scattered behind my closed eyelids.

     
I drifted away in a gut-wrenching climax.
 
Kate’s fists in my hair were so tight I almost felt safe.
 
I wasn’t going
anywhere
.
 
I was where I wanted to be.
 
I was being enjoyed, and enjoying every moment of it.
 
I was home.

Chapter 9

Memories of sultry summers scudded though my mind like hot afternoon clouds.
 
Dim recollections of wafting mosquito netting fought with the smell of sun showers for my attention.
 
Without opening my eyes, I knew the side of my face was stuck to the training table.
 
The dull ache of my ass felt a million miles away.
 
In fact, it felt good.

     
“
Mmmmm
,” I murmured, as it throbbed in time with my heart.
 
The egg inside me was quiet now, in harmony with the rest of the room.
 
Rousing myself, I blinked my eyes open.
 
Before me tiny beads of moisture were sparkling on my upper arm, shimmering and cooling as I exhaled over them.
 
Goosebumps broke out on the back of my arms and the outside of my lewdly spread thighs.
 
I swallowed, breathing hard through my nose as the image of myself invaded my mind.
 
Groaning inwardly, I shifted a little, feeling my bindings and reminding myself of where I was.
 
Taking a deep breath, I relaxed my back into a deep arch, my ass up and exposed, knees widely spread, calves and forearms strapped down.

     
I wondered if my punishment was finished.
 
It hadn’t really been that bad.
 
Sure, it hurt.
 
But I’m no pain slut.
 
I don’t revel in being beaten or tortured.
 
But by comparison, I’d had worse just last weekend.
 
As I was smiling, a bizarre thought crossed my mind.

     
I need more.

     
From somewhere in the recesses of my submission, questions bubbled to the surface before popping and dissipating in the air.
 
What was I thinking!
 
Just let him decide!
 
God
, w
hy was it so difficult for me to relinquish complete control?
 
If my punishment was ended, had I really learnt anything?
 
Ugh!
 
On the one hand, I wanted to be led.
 
On the other, I couldn’t let go.
 
Could I ever give all of myself?
 
Could I ever be happy?
 
“
Ohh
...”

     
Cool fingertips gently touched my warm ass and my body jerked with surprise.
 
“Just relax, pet,” Andrew said, his voice near and soothing.
 
Leaning back in the straps, I hoped he wouldn’t stop.
 
Like a dark curtain around my head, my hair afforded me some privacy, and I kissed the leather as I arched my back further.
 
“Oh, so you like that, do you?”

     
“
Mmmm
,” I whispered, rocking gently back and forth as his fingers lightly caressed my skin.
 
The feather-light pressure he applied was perfect.
 
Gradually more of the pads of each fingertip were introduced, and he made his way slowly all over my back and ass, and up and down the back of my thighs.
 
Sitting on the edge of the table directly behind me, he soon introduced both hands, moving as mirror images of each other.
 
He flattened them, using his palms and fingers to lightly massage my hot, oiled skin.
 
Gradually they became insistent, moving in shifting pre-school figure eights.
 
It felt delicious and his hands became my world.

     
Andrew has large, sinuous, long-fingered hands.
 
They are muscular and at the midpoint between knuckles, on the back of each finger, there are a few soft dark hairs.
 
His palms are silky, but deeply lined, like he’d
laboured
at some time in his life.
 
I am always amazed by the difference in the size of our hands.
 
His are almost exactly twice the size of mine.
 
I like to examine them and massage them.
 
They are the instruments of my submission.

     
Smoothly and effortlessly they slid over the skin of my ass.
 
His thumbs were massaging slightly more firmly, drawing slowly up, gliding on a thin film of replenished oil.
 
In utter bliss, I sighed again as they began moving in large circular shapes around and around my ass.

     
Every now and again he would change the angle of his hands, bringing his fingertips maddeningly close to my pussy.
 
Before long I found myself gripping that damned inert egg with every near miss.
 
All I could think of was the points at which our bodies met.
 
My skin and his hands.
 
Jubilantly I waded into the stream of my subspace, deeper and deeper, immersing myself in the moment.
 
His large warm smooth hands caressed me, bringing everything that mattered into focus.
 
I would do anything for his touch.
 
I just wanted him to keep touching me.
 
He knows just how to touch me.
 
Please, keep touching me.
 
Keep teaching me.

     
Keep me.

     
One of his hands had come to rest on the top of my ass, and I felt his fingers of his other hand slide around the base of the butt plug.
 
“Relax, Dominique,” he said, and he slowly dragged it out.

     
“
Uuugghhh
...”

     
Slap.

     
“
Ooohhh
,” I gasped.

     
Andrew chuckled, smacking my other cheek just as gently.

     
Slap.

     
“
Mmmmmm
.”

     
Slap!

     
“
Oooohhhh
!”
It wasn’t that hard, but my ass was hot and sensitive already!

     
Andrew whispered, “Who said you could cum, slut?”