Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (69 page)

“Regina,” she breathes in astonishment. “What have you been up to? I know that taste. I’ve only had it once, but it’s not something you’d forget.” No jealousy is in her tone, just unadulterated awe.

“This is your first test. Keep that secret. The biggest problem between us is honesty. Don’t lie to me. Trust me to accept your truth. I can be happy with that. And lastly, honor; keep our secrets,” I offer her the hope of redemption. 

I hold her gaze waiting for her to submit. I see the click in her brain as she involuntarily switches off her disobedience and for the first time in her life she truly submits. She no longer plays it as
a game. It’s now her reality.

“Your minute starts now,” I salaciously say.

I close my eyes again as she tastes all of me. Her teeth latch onto my swollen nub and lightly bite. I hiss sharply as she sucks in an intoxicating rhythm. My body loses its coordination with every pull of her lips. She brings me in less than thirty seconds.

“Fuck,” I hiss and grab onto the nearest thing I can; directly behind me- a thigh, slender and narrow. My head falls to the side and lands on their shoulder. My spine bows and I bite my lip to keep quiet. I’m not into exhibition.

Small, soft hands gently rub my sides as I grip their owner’s thigh and rest against their body. I know who it is and I’m surprised that he’s cuddly.

Kristal continues to
lave me with gentle licks. I push her head away and say
No more. You win,
underneath my breath. She looks at me with drowsy eyes and lazes against the chair back with a satisfied expression on her face.

“Thanks, Dalton,” slips from my lips.

I don’t move and he continues to rub my sides and belly. He’s an enigma, and he’s an asshole to everyone, but me. I’ve given him respect since the moment we met and he returns it. Everyone else is fair game. I think it’s because I’m the only one who sees through his façade. I give his thigh a gentle squeeze of thanks and push myself to my feet.

“I’m not through with you yet, Chica.” I can feel my
eyes twinkle with evil mirth.

I pull a rabbit out of my corset. Well, not a rabbit- a butterfly.  I found this purple butterfly in the Zeitler room still in its packaging. Orgasm torture sounds perfect for Kristal. Her eyes widen slightly and her lips part. I pull a vibrator out of the other side of my corset. I have large breasts and ample space for storage inside my corset. Lastly, I retrieve a small butt-plug and a vial of lubricant.

I kneel between her feet, humming to myself as I work. I gently roll her panties down her legs and off her feet. I massage her thighs until she relaxes beneath my touch. Gentle pressure of my fingers on her inner-thighs has her opening for me.

She’s a tiny thing with a very pretty, pink cunny. Her hairless folds hide nothing of her swollen lips and the moisture trickling south.

I saturate her with lubricant. I don’t want to hurt her. I just want her to know that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.

I notice the loud breathing of my captive audience. I can feel their lust scenting the air. It makes me smile.

She’s eagerly helpful as I slide the elastic over her legs and settle the butterfly at the nexus of her thighs. I press the button and it buzzes to life. I move it around until her mouth forms an O and I know I’ve hit the right spot. I tighten the straps to keep it in place. This butterfly will buzz until its fresh batteries die.

I go back to work between her legs. I slide the butt-plug around in the slick lube, preparing it for entrance into her pruny star. She moans in ecstasy as I slip it in. The cadence of her moan is extremely hot and it arouses me, and by the heavy sighs flowing around the circle, everyone else, too.

Kristal has her first orgasm before I’m even finished. She thrashes around and I wait for it to subside. She loves the plug, just like I knew she would. I don’t judge. One of the best experiences for me was when Marc was deep inside my cunt and Jamie was buried to the hilt in my ass. I shiver in remembrance.

After she calms I smoothly slide the vibrator inside her core. She’s still clenching erratically, but it goes in easily. She isn’t very tight from her addiction, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I turn the base and it roars to life. This, too, will remain in place until the fresh batteries run dry.

She’s on the edge of her second orgasm. I pat her pussy lips and coo to her and she comes for me screaming my name. Not Queen, which I found annoyingly disrespectful- Regina. But after fourteen years of calling me Regina, it’s a hard habit to break. I don’t fault her for it.

As she thrashes in painful ecstasy I pull the last of my tricks from my corset. Kristal’s pink nipples pebble for attention. Her corset has ridden down until her breasts are exposed. Perfect, round globes that would overflow a man’s hand heave invitingly with every breath. I lave each nub in turn to gain their attention. Vibrating nipple clamps slip easily over each beaded nipple. They aren’t too tight. I don’t want to restrict her blood flow. I just want the vibration to keep her on the edge. These, too, will not be take
n off until the batteries die.

Riding her third orgasm she starts to look worried. A puddle grows on the seat of her chair as moisture flows from around the slim vibrator. I know for a fact she has never had a g-spot orgasm. I see the fear in her eyes as she comes down from her first. It’s isn’t as explosive as my first was with Marc or as earth shattering as my second was with Master Ez, but that small taste frightens her. She realizes this will not end soon.

“Queen… please… no more,” she begs.

“I’m showing you how much I love you, Kris. I’m taking care of you. I’m giving you a lesson you’ll never forget.” I coddle her with no intentions of s
topping her torture.

“If you love me… you’ll stop this,” her voice quivers as another orgasm strikes her. She writhes and groans. Her fingers clench the air finding no purchase on her imaginary handholds. The pool widens- finally a real amount was released.

“You need to endure this for yourself. You need to learn. If you loved yourself, me, or anyone in our household, you wouldn’t do the things you do to yourself. Having lovers is one thing; coming close to a thousand is insanity. It’s not the acts, it’s how you freely give yourself away as if you mean nothing. Have twenty lovers, I don’t care. But they better be twenty lovers who respect you and meet your needs. You will learn to control your behavior or we will do this frequently. I’m rather fond of watching you thrash around. Your gorgeous body is turning me on. Please me by accepting your fate, Kristal, and repent.”

“How long?”
She mutters.

“Until the batteries die, Chica, and everything was brand new with fresh batteries. Be prepared for a long journey of enlightenment,” I taunt her in a voice gone husky from power and lust. 

She starts to cry and I ignore her by walking away. I look at the other submissive in my house. Fate is sitting primly in her chair looking like she’s at cotillion, not witnessing her best friend in the throes of orgasm torture. Her hands are folded in her lap, her dress lies perfectly over her knees. I look to her younger sister and shake my damned head. How the hell does the same parents and upbringing bear two complete opposite beings-fucking wild. The only similarity between the two sisters is that their eyes hold the same lusty expression.

“Would you like to play, too?” I ask soothingly. She tenses. “I don’t mean in the way Kristal is playing. I know the Masters frighten you, but how about a nice submissive guy. You can make out or fuck. It’s up to you. Your sister picked someone for you- one of hers,” I coax her with my lulling tone and the knowledge that her sister chose someone specifically for her use. 

I massage her scalp while she thinks. I allow her time while we listen to Kristal scream another orgasm.

“Yes,” she whispers.

Fate’s eyes are glassy and bright because she’s riding high on adrenaline. She trusts her sister to be kind to her. She and I need to have an intervention for her naiveté. I wouldn’t trust Syn. What I’d trust her to do is seek revenge. 

A man stands next to Syn. His dark eyes are glued to the show. I can’t tell the color since his pupils eclipse his irises. He isn’t a big guy, maybe five-ten. He’s lanky with nice muscle definition. The chestnut waves of his hair fall past his ears. All he’s wearing is a pair of black boy shorts and they’re filled out nicely.

“Your name,” I say to him.

“Seth,” he blushes and smiles sweetly.

I guess his age to be mid-twenties. I wonder if he’s a pain slut. You’d have to be to catch Syn’s attention. She isn’t into sex. I assume this young man would like some sexual relief.

“Seek your mutual pleasure and nothing else. No games,” I stress.

Fate is submissive in life; she doesn’t need games and whips and chains. She just needs the security that I can provide her and a thrill once in a while.

Seth sags in relief and I swear the bulge in his shorts pulses. He goes over to Fate and immediately kisses her. They shut the world out around them while they paw in
a frenzy.
I laugh as Kristal watches and another orgasm slams into her. I knew that eventually the vibrations would numb her, but she’s an addict, and watching will keep her primed.

I smile as I pick my next victims. Marc said that at our age it’s just the tip of the iceberg for our needs. So far I’ve learned I enjoy two things- Master Ez and playing puppet mast
er. I’ve had enough Master Ez.

Kayla is standing between her Master and his partner. It’s a humorous sight. A small, voluptuous female with pinked skin being flanked by two identically shaped men in expensive business suits
and creepy hoods. She looks like a virginal lamb to the slaughter and they’re the zealots escorting her to the altar of their pagan God.

I pull her away, and Cort mouths
Jesus, Regina, I’m impressed.
I smirk at him because I’m nowhere near finished.

I find the happy bruiser on the other side of- I look at his eyes- Master Ez is riding shotgun- Ezra.

“Aaron, would it be okay if Kayla pleasured you?” I ask calmly.

Aaron’s body tightens and not in a good way. Ezra’s hand immediately seeks the nape of Aaron’s neck and he gently massages the tension away.

Aaron’s fingers fumble with his zipper. I’m about to call it off when he pops out the front of his jeans. A perfect-sized cock greets us and he’s painfully aroused- the bulbous head of his circumcised cock is ruddy to the point of purple. Kayla eagerly drops to her knees and licks him. Aaron’s cock pulses and flexes and I worry he’s going to shoot.

Cortez stands behind the nervous man and pulls him back to his chest. He holds all of the bigger man’s weight and rubs his shoulders and chest in a soothing manner. Ezra joins Cort in their quest to relax Aaron. Kayla thinks nothing of this intera
ction.

I’ve never seen the three of them together. I’ve barely seen Ezra and Cort together. The bond they’d forged through growing up together and experiencing their abduction and the aftermath humbles me. Aaron must still have hang-ups regarding sex and no doubt Ezra and Cortez blame themselves. They’re trying to help him through Kayla. The way Aaron’s cock behaves, he punishes himself with abstinence.

I can’t watch because I feel as if I’m intruding on a very private moment.

Kristal’s crying while in the throes of yet another orgasm. The pool at her feet is enormous and the vibrator is starting to slip from her body. Syn nudges Dexter and he reaches forward and pushes it back in. He gives it a few more twists and pumps it in and out a few times and Kristal screams his name. I allow him to be his sadistic-self. Dexter’s grinning from ear-to-ear at Syn’s appalled expression.

Syn’s eyes seek her sister and I watch her face transform from bitter to sweet. She smiles and recovers quickly by pasting a scowl on her face. I see it and so does Dexter. He picks on her some more and she growls at him.

I laugh at Fate. She’s in her prim dress with her long wavy hair, but the wild expression on her face is priceless. Seth’s ass is pumping in the air as he fucks the blue-blooded submissive.

I find Whitt and Dalton awkwardly standing side-by-side trying to hide their reactions behind grumpy expressions.

I hear Monica say to Heidi that she never wants me to top her. I approach the women and Monica takes a step back in fear. She catches herself and it pisses her off. Heidi looks anticipatory. I take their hands and lead them to the grumpy Master and the grumpy Master-in-training.

Dalton look scared shitless and sick to his stomach. I change my trajectory slightly to calm his nerves. Whitt looks curious as to what his wife is up to. He’s trying not to smirk at me; after all we aren’t supposed to know each other well. It’s common knowledge that I knew him in the past, but not since he was a child. It would look strange if we were too friendly. And I’m supposed to be lesbian.

No matter, I like being the director or my own private orgy and my body is sated after a day of sex.

I push both the ladies to their knees in front of my husband. Dalton raises an eyebrow and shuffles to the side, closer. He wants a better view.

“Whitt,” I purr.

“Yes, Queen?” He tries to be serious, but he snickers instead.