“You need to open wide Sonya.”
His voice is low and coaxing but I know that if I hesitate for even a second, it will turn to steel. My mouth falls open, tongue sticking out eagerly. My nipples are hard and aching to be touched and I can feel that my pussy is slippery, with a need that can be seen from a dozen feet away.
I am on display. The watchers have come to witness me this evening.
The reality of this situation makes me shiver and my hips undulate wantonly.
The rope harness around my middle, ties me down on the low bench- face up. It is soft but strong, abrading my skin and making me achingly aware of how it puts me on display. I am blindfolded and can feel the heat of the lamp above me. It guarantees nothing goes unseen. The hardness around my torso, connects to ropes that bite into my thighs, with a pressure just this side of painful. They are knotted to another set of binding around my calves, keeping my knees bent and legs spread open. I cannot close them or drop my feet to the ground. The entire room can see my soaked cunt as Henry orders me to keep my mouth open and wait for him.
The complicated network of ropes has allowed him to show me off to our audience. The blindfold keeps me unknowing of how many of them there are, how close they stand, or what he will allow them to do to me.
I am immobile from the waist up. An intricate system of adjustable metal bars frames my breasts, forcing them to jut lewdly towards the ceiling. It holds my chest down and shackles my hands up around my shoulders. My head and neck are supported carefully by a padded stand. It is not uncomfortable but it leaves me with no option for escape as Henry positions himself to fuck my mouth and throat.
I can feel the air stirring around me.
People are moving, so Henry must have given the signal for them to advance. Soft warm hands cup my breasts, plumping them and grazing long nails over my aching nipples.
More hands grip my thighs, roughly pulling them even further apart. The air hitting my wet cunt cools the river of arousal that has leaked out of me, pooling around my asshole and- surely- running down the front of the stool.
Their touch explores every inch of my body and my eyes roll back in my head as Henry’s cock comes to rest against my tongue. He allows me the briefest taste of his precum before slowly feeding his length into my mouth, past my gag reflex and into my throat. He strokes my neck gently, coaxing me to swallow and accept more of him.
Once he is seated as far as he can be inside my mouth and throat, he caresses my face. Tenderly, his hands stroke my cheeks, lips, and chin. He whispers quiet encouragement, that is both filthy and tender and I know the words are meant only for my ears. My tongue laps at his rock hard erection and I breathe deeply through my nose, sucking hard as he pulls back, slowly fucking my mouth. He tastes like clean sweat and tangy precum and it is intoxicating.
I have lost track of how many hands are touching me.
They are all so different- calloused, smooth, long and dexterous, short and plump. I feel long nails scratching at my breasts and down my sides. I feel blunt fingers gripping my labia, stretching them this way and that as they explore and fondle my slippery folds.
I feel a finger teasing my asshole at the same time two slip inside my pussy and I cry out around Henry’s dick, rolling my hips as much as my bondage will allow. Anything- any movement I can achieve to get more of the delicious feeling of being filled.
I don’t ever want this to stop. I want them to use me, consume me and let me drown in pleasure forever.
Henry’s fingers are sifting through my hair. They are gentle on my scalp until he has gathered the long hanging strands and wrapped them around his fist. He yanks the messy handful of hair roughly towards the floor, forcing even more access to my throat. He is so big and he keeps sliding in and out of my mouth. Were it not for the position I am in, I never would have been able to take him so deep. I gag around him as he feeds another inch of his cock into my face and I want to thank him for the privilege of sucking him. I feel like I will die if he stops fucking me.
The hands at my breasts are more insistent now, pulling and pinching my nipples. They are rolling the swollen tips between their fingers, testing how much I can take. They know I love it. The evidence is a flood of heat across my skin, and wet slippery cream runs around those fingers in my cunt. I beg for more around the obstruction of Henry’s dick.
Like a blast of arctic air, everything stops at once.
The hands leave me and while I still cannot see them, I can feel the watchers moving away from me. Back to their seats they go, and every soft step is like ice settling over me.
I want them back!
In the next instant, Henry pulls out of my mouth and I feel bereft with the loss. He’s circling me, like some kind of predator. My body can sense he is near and it needs him.
There is a disturbance in the air and the crack of his palm hitting my pussy is deafening in the silent room. I feel it reverberate through me and my slit throbs. As my aching hole begs to be filled, I’m scared he will do it again.
I’m more terrified he won’t.
The second smack is like fire against my swollen, needy flesh and I realize distantly that I am begging. Mumbling nonsense in broken sentences as he continues to punish my body in the most delicious way.
“Did you like all those hands on you Sonya?” He asks calmly. “Did you like having strangers touch your little cunt? Did you want them to fuck you?”
He smacks me one more time and a low keening escapes me. I sound like an animal and the echoing moans in the otherwise silent room only intensify my mindless need. Henry’s fingers slide through my slick folds, separating the lips lewdly. I feel his breath on my slit seconds before I feel his mouth closing over me. He doesn’t just tongue my vagina, he kisses it like he loves it. Like the taste is heaven to him.
The flat of his tongue travels the length of my slit before he sucks my lips into his mouth, pulling on them and releasing them with a sloppy wet sound, over and over again. His hands are holding onto the ropes around my calves as he settles in, making a feast of me. When he circles my clit with the pointed tip of his tongue, it’s too much. I feel myself sliding over the edge without permission. My blood feels molten and I am sobbing as I come against his face.
My entire body is over sensitive and my instincts are screaming for me to get away from his devilish mouth. Instead I am caught. Unable to stop the onslaught of pleasure as he sinks two fingers deep inside me and continues to suck at my clit. A graze of teeth and I am coming again with a scream.
“I’m so sorry sir,” I groan deliriously, tremors wracking my body.
I have come twice without asking for my pleasure and he will punish me for it.
Henry is the picture of control at all times. When we are in a scene he never falters, never loses his calm and focus. Something this time is different. His hands shake as he grips my hips and I just catch the whisper of a curse as he grips my swollen breasts roughly. He’s sliding his cock through my wet cunt, teasing my entrance with the head.
I hear his fingers snap and then there is movement all around me.
The blindfold is ripped from my eyes at the very second he enters my body and I shout both from the shock and the pleasure. He fills me completely, stretching my flesh around his cock and burying himself inside me as deeply as he can. His cock tests the limits of what I can handle and still I take whatever leeway the ropes will allow, trying to take more of him.
I stare at the bright white of the light suspended above my bound body. It burns out all but the peripheries of my vision and around us I can see the shadowy figures of the audience. He’s summoned them back to the center of the room where they form a ring around us. I cannot see their faces but their eyes are laser focused on my sweating, thrashing body and I know my punishment for coming is about to begin.
“You are not to come Sonya. I know you can feel them staring at you and I know it makes you burn. If you come, they will never see you again. I will never bring you back here for them to watch.”
He draws out of me with an agonizing slowness, letting me feel every veined inch of him. My pussy weeps, clenching hard to keep him inside.
“Do you understand me?” he snaps, thrusting hard until his balls are slapping my ass cheeks and my teeth are clattering.
“Y-yes!” I moan. “I understand sir.”
“When do you get to come?”
“When you allow me to sir!”
He sets a grueling pace and tears are streaming down my face like a river within seconds. I need to come so badly, I am shaking with it. All of these strangers are watching me and my skin feels too tight. If they touch me now I will burn them with the fever of desire raging inside me.
Gasping for air I try to focus my mind, to center myself and keep my orgasm at bay. My tight core is rippling around Henry as he relentlessly pounds into me. I can’t stand the pressure building inside and I know I am going to fail him if he doesn’t give me permission to orgasm soon.
I feel his palm settle over my mons, a grounding presence that brings me back from the madness threatening to snatch my control away. That simple touch allows me to ride the waves of sensation, holding me with him so that I do not fly apart under their onslaught.
Henry leans forward, into the light so I can see him. The lines of his face are etched in a fierce expression and I can see his own struggle for control. It is an unfamiliar look in his dark eyes and it steals my breath. A muscle in his strong jaw ticks and the glare of the light bounces off the smooth dark skin of his bald head. His grimace as he struggles for his own control fills me with awe. He is beautiful in his ferocity.
He knows I am close and even with that large warm hand holding me here in this moment with him, I will not last much longer. He stretches his thumb to lightly graze my clit.
Once.
Twice.
“Come for me now Sonya.” he whispers, pinching that tight bud between his fingers. “They all want to see you fly…”
I shatter into a million pieces before their eyes.
Bucking against my restraints I orgasm harder than ever before. I can hear the dripping of my soaked cunt as I squirt on Henry’s cock and the noises I make are possessed and unintelligible. He’s pumping me full of his semen and a thought dances through my brain as the endorphins take over.
What must I look like?
I know I am a mess, that I am a wild thing strapped into Henry’s devilish contraption. The light above me dims and I hear him speaking to our audience in low tones. He instructs them not to touch me, to stay quiet and allow him to free me.
This is always part of his aftercare. He doesn’t dismiss them, but he makes sure that I have a soft space to land as I float back down into my body. My muscles feel strained and are twitching with the aftershocks of my orgasms. I am faintly aware that my hands are shaking as they are freed from makeshift stocks and that I am still moving my hips, though I cannot possibly take more stimulation. Someone has brought me a glass of cold water and I can feel Henry massaging my calf as he unties the first set of ropes.
In minutes I am released and enfolded in a warm robe. He’s carried me to a plush couch on the far side of the room. He feels too large, too solid against my own soft, boneless body and he holds me close. I rest my head on his shoulder, still shaking, still floating a few feet above myself in a subspace that feel muted from the rest of the world.
Eyes closed, I hear the watchers begin to leave.
They file past us, each one pausing to offer a few soft words. They thank both of us, say lovely things about the evening, and promise to see us again soon. I lie there with Henry once they have all gone. His hands stroke my face, my hair. They roam around my body as he brings me further back to reality.
Looking at him drowsily, I watch him stare into the distance with a soft smile on his lips. He nearly lost control tonight but he is calm now- floating, I think, in the same space just outside of this room that I am.
He is my favorite master here at the club and there are rumors that he doesn’t play with any of the other submissives anymore. I wonder if he knows I don’t come here anymore unless I know he will be in attendance. There are even more rumors that our next session will be something rather special and as he rubs a deliberate touch into the back of my neck, I fantasize about what it would be like for the watchers to see me collard by him.
I hope to find out very soon.
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Thank you for reading! Sonya Witnessed is an excerpt from a collection of erotic short stories titled Are You Coming? by Alex Slaine, available on Amazon Kindle in February 2018. Please subscribe to my mailing list for updates, more free stories, and news about other publications featuring my work. www.AlexSlaine.com
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