The phone conversation had been short but the message had been interesting
Enough to get her warmed up. Her Master was bringing a friend, a stranger to
Her, home to share their play tonight. She hoped her hardening nipples did
Not show through her blouse or that anyone guessed she was getting wet
Between her legs. Her Master was bringing someone new for her o satisfy along
With him. She wondered all day about what he would have her do, what they
Would do to her that night.
She arrived home early and undressed, waiting as directed in the play room.
The play room was a sizeable, well heated room of mats, leather padded
Furniture, and various kinds of toys used for the pleasure they sought. The
girl had served many men and women in this room and had endured much pleasure
and pleasure/pain. Each time it was different as each of life's experiences
are different for those who know where to look and how to look.
The girl sat in the dimly lit room, the light of candles playing across her
taught, strong body, clothed only in a thin gold chain around her waist. She
waited with anticipation and was tempted to touch herself, to rub her clit
and pinch her nipples as she waited for the men. She did so momentarily but
remembered that her pleasure was greatest when she waited to take her
pleasure at her Master's hands and under his knowledge.
The men arrived on time and entered the playroom accompanied by the music and
the candlelight. She knew to greet the Stranger and she went to him, looking
into his eyes and running her fingers up and down his chest. She licked his
nipples and then kissed him softly. Then she looked to her Master who smiled
warmly and motioned toward the wall.
They stood the Stranger against the warm, padded wall and placed his wrists
in leather thongs firmly attached to the wall. His arms were now held above
his head.
She looked again to the Master who smiled, looked down at the man's semi-
erect cock and then to the Girl. "Make him feel excruciating pleasure while I
watch. Make him beg for release. Serve him well and I will be pleasured
also."
She began by pressing her nude body against his, close against the wall.
Licking and nibbling his neck and shoulders as her hard breasts brushed
against his chest. She leaned forward and bit his ears and kissed him hard
and long on the mouth. Her tongue let him know its skill and what it would do
to him shortly. The Girl moved slowly downward, licking his chest and biting
his nipples as she dropped to her knees. By the time she reached his cock he
was almost hard.
Her tongue ran up and down the underside, and then the other surfaces of his
warm rod. She looked up at him and saw his approval and then over to her
Master, who was slowly stroking his cock in voyeuristic delight. She held the
cock tightly in her hand and began to slurp and suck just the head, being
careful not to go any further. Her tongue licked the tiny slit at the end and
traced invisible wet lines around the edge.
She looked up at him again and saw the pleasure building in his face.
The Girl took his cock in her mouth and began to suck in earnest. Slow
strokes taking more and more of his warm rod into her mouth, lips holding and
caressing him. Saliva building until slurping and sucking sounds could be
heard clearly above the quiet background music.
she began to deep throat him. Hers was a communication with her subject with
his eyes and the tremors through his body telling her much about what he felt
and what he needed for his satisfaction.
The Master watched all of this with a smile, applying oil to his cock and
continuing to stroke its full length, slowly but without ever stopping. The
clue, he had learned long ago, was to escalate pleasure until it is pain or
almost so, and not to let the subject decide when he or she receive relief.
Another must do that. He had taught her how to do that to men; how to make
herself a true instrument of pleasure.
He gained satisfaction not just in teaching her and deriving pleasure from
her, but in watching her pleasure others. So many men are only boys, still
making snide remarks among themselves about what they had experienced the
night before or drooling over crass girly magazines. For them sex was still
dirty, something of the schoolyard even though they might be decades older.
For him, and for the Girl, pleasure was life, a continuing work of art, an
expansion of the mind and senses to offset the foolishness of day to day
existence.
Now she was stroking his cock long and hard while she licked his balls. The
Stranger was showing signs of losing control and she must watch him closely
as he neared his point of saturation. She stopped, looked up into his eyes
and clamped her strong fingers around the base of his cock. The Stranger
cringed and begged her not to stop. The Master smiled as she looked to him.
After the Stranger had cooled down a bit she sat back on her haunches and
began to slowly finger herself as he watched. She looked directly into his
eyes as she worked herself. He squirmed, unable to finish himself off.
Finally she leaned forward again and began sucking him again. Her mouth met
the contours of his rock hard penis, tongueing the sensitive spots, letting
him feel her throat and then stopping again when he got too close.
Then she sat back again and ran two fingers against her clit and into her
vagina for his and her Master's enjoyment. She looked at her Master who had
been stroking himself and maintaining control throughout. She wondered what
he would do. When the Stranger came would we walk the two steps over, bear
her face before him and come on it?
She turned her attention back to the Stranger who was rapidly crossing the
border between pleasure/pleasure and pleasure/pain. Nothing she had done was
painful in the usual sense of the word, quite the opposite. But she knew how
to prevent him from gaining his release and that was causing him much
distress and the tension built in his balls and cock, in his heart and lungs
and in his legs. He could not be still now and the Master warned him that if
he were not still he would never order her to finish him off.
The ceremony had gone on for an hour now. The Stranger was holding in place
but was shaking and crying in pleasure/pain. She was especially hot to him
now, asking him in a soft voice if he wanted to come on her. Blowing hot
breath against his cock and balls. Slurping loudly as she sucked him and
licking his balls as she deep throated him and buried her nose in his pubic
hair at the end of a long slow stroke.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw her Master nod slightly in signal.
She reached behind him and stuck a wetted finger in the Stranger ass and
quickly inserted it up to the second knuckle. She began to stroke his cock
swiftly in tip to base strokes, the wet cock making shlapp! sounds each time
she did so. The Stranger shook even more now, so much so that she thought he
might pass out. And then he began to thrash about wildly in his bonds and
scream. heading snapping to and fro.
His cock had been pointed slightly upward and the cum which had been building
up in larger and larger quantities during his ordeal suddenly spurted in gobs
across the gap to her neck, breasts and chin. As soon as the first spurt was
out she devoured him quickly, burined his quivering rod in her mouth and then
her throat. Sucking him hard and long until he was dry... and still. The
Stranger cried in relief. The Master still stood, muscles distended but still
in control of himself, and the performance.
He would again order her to begin again but this time the strainger would have feathers and silk used as the only method of relief.
