Candy felt hornier than she had ever been in her life. She had attempted to gain some resemblance of composer when she opted for a cold shower, as she prepared for tonight’s festivities, but to no avail. She tried to convince herself that tonight was going to be no different than some of her other previous experiences, but she could not deny any longer something was different. It was not the number of guests that would be using her or the ways they would be taking advantage of her because she knew how to prepare herself for those variables.
As she sat, spread legged, shaving her pussy smooth, to comply with his preference, while her excitement leaked out from between her leg, it dawned on her that he was the source of her trepidation which translated into her erotomania. It was not just about the earning a payout, at the end of the night, she would for the first time be attempting to impress or at the very least earn his respect. With a new sense of importance, her fingers began to traced over her smooth mound, inspecting it, verifying that it was indeed hairless. She turned on the water and used the hand held shower head to rinse the bits of hair down the drain and lingering longer than necessary, before rubbed the area a bit with a skin lotion, smoothing the slight razor burn, making it tingle, and treating her soft skin.
The shaving, touching and looking at herself down there, only heighten her sexual desires. She found herself going to the lotion soap and lathering the area again. Closing her eyes, she slid her finger between her legs, opening the lips, gently, so she could rub the inside her sensitive slit, careful not to orgasm prematurely. Even though she she had not been given any explicit directions, it made her happy to wait and let her urgency build until later. As the water sprayed over her body, she laid back and gently moved her finger inching herself ever closer to that edge, then squeezed two fingers around her sensitive little clit, before conceded that she was not improving her current predicament.
Frustrated, she dried herself off before scenting her arms and neck with oil, infusing her skin with the sweet scent of jasmine. Feeling cleansed she walked to her new bedroom were she found her outfit laid out for her. Tonight’s garments consisted of a emerald green garter belt and lace black stockings that he had picked out to highlight her hair and enhance her eyes. A cushion cut emerald set in platinum necklace, nestled in her cleavage, matching earrings and high healed completed the outfit. Normally she was quite comfortable wearing so little clothes, but today she could not help, but feel totally naked and exposed, ironically even more than when she was literally naked, a few moments earlier.
She heard her bedroom door, as it swung open, causing her to hold her breath. A gentleman with black hair, slicked back neatly, without a strand out of place, dressed in a crisp black tuxedo with a white bow tie. His bright hazel eyes gleamed through his masquerade mask, piercing right through her like daggers. His disguise did not trick her though. She still knew it was him, that stood in front of her, making her knees weaken. Without saying a word, he motioned for her to follow, turned and walked swiftly away. Caught off guard she awkwardly hurried to chases after him, almost losing her balance.
She followed him to a door which led us down a different passage, where the light receded. By the time they had gotten to the end of the passage it was near pitch black. She heard a loud clanking sound as the bolted door in front of them was opened revealing the flicking light of a single torch, dancing in the mysterious room beyond. It was a dungeon of sorts. She saw cages and harnesses, straps and whips draped all over the wall. The floor was, dry and cold, made with smoothly polished marble. The smell of sweat, sex, and pain hovered all around her, overwhelming the fresh jasmine on her skin. Across the room was a large double door where the faint sounds of music and the muffle sounds of excitement and conversation emanated.
“Before you even wonder, there is no safe word here. The men and women, in the next room, wearing masquerade masks, are my guest here, and as such, your Master and Mistress and will only be addressed as such. You are to be at their will and command at all times. If you disobey in any way, you will be punished. If you comply, you will be rewarded for your good behavior.”
His words hit her, as if she were being flogged. The idea of no safe word made her grow nervous, although if she was ask why she could not tell. Its not like she had a safe word when she was booked for bachelor parties. She felt her heartbeat raise to her throat, none the less, but no sound came out except, “Yes, Master,” as if her lips spoke for her while her brain was busy contemplating all the possibly reasons why she would need a safe word. She was naturally succumbing to her role, as if she was born for it.
He snatched her by then chin, bring her back into the moment, with his thumb and forefinger, correcting her posture by forcing her to stand straight up, before moving her head about, studying her features. He examined her, “What a pretty little face,” he said proudly, his voice taking a deep, lusty edge, before scooping her up on his shoulders, carrying her like she was little more than a sack of potato. His left arm holding her in place while the right takes advantage of her exposed ass, with strikes of the palm to first the left cheek and then the right cheek, before depositing her on a bondage table, in the center of the room.
His hand capturing her right wrist and slid it above her head, while biting the flesh of her neck lightly. The feel of his lips made her melt. It was the only tender touch she had since arriving. She hungered for more, but his attention had turned to securing her body in place. Wrapping a thick leather bracelet around her tiny bird boned right wrist, followed next by the left wrist. Her legs were spread widely apart and bound with leather straps, as well.
As she tested the restraints, he grabbed her bare breast and squeezed it harshly, then let the tips of his fingers trail down her chest and stomach. He cupped her pussy in his hand, like she was weighing a sack of fruit. Her cunt was hungry to be entered. Her clit throbbed on his palm, begging to be touched more.
“You did an excellent job grooming” he whispered, while inserting his middle finger inside her. “Not one hair left…a perfectly fuckable slut.”
She gasped, as he raised his hand and smeared her juices on her lips, making her taste herself. She licked her lips, savoring her wetness, it was delicious. He leaned in and licked her lips softly. His tongue made her entire body jolt in surprise. She wanted him to kiss her so badly. She tried to lean forward to catch his lips with her’s, but he withdrew too quickly.
“Please let me kiss you, Master?” she pleaded, shocked how naturally the word “Master” left her lips.
He came teasingly close to her face again, clamping her lower lip between his teeth. “No,” he provoked. “You are a long way from earning that.”
She felt disheartened by the rejection, but it only made her crave him even more. She wanted desperately for her hands to free so I could touch him somehow. She struggled again to get loose. A slap to the thigh stilled her movements. The sting was unbearable. She felt an instant flush of heat causing her pussy to yearn even more for his touch. Her bare breast heaved, with nervous anticipation, as his hand raked down to her ass cheeks. Gripping both ass cheeks, she felt him spread them open. Her asshole was an exhibitionist on display for him. He closed and open the cheeks wide again. Her body tensed, trying to anticipate his next move. Her heart raced like a trapped bird’s wing in a cage.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you? Vulnerable… And you hate it,” he whispered in her ear. “Breathe… And trust me. Know that I want this little ass of yours, to spread it wide, to fill it so deep and so full of my cum you’re leaking it out for day.”
She was so aroused, she cried out at the delicious naughtiest of his words and the heat of his breath. She felt him unceremoniously appling a liberal about as lube to her asshole. Groaning and squirming, her ass tried to raise up against the coolness of the lube, but her bonds held her in place. He ran his fingers up and down teasing her lubed asshole before sliding a finger inside.
With his free hand he produced a cold metal anal plug. He smiled knowingly, as he showed her the jeweled end of the plug, while continuing to steadily fuck her ass with his index finger. As she read the word “reserved” engraved on it, he added his middle finger inside her ass. The sensation made her tried her rock up against his hand, as best as she could. She fell into a rhythm of pushing back into his exploration, then his fingers disappeared and she was left squirming and felt a sense of emptiness.
“What do you want?” He teased.
She was like a cat looking to be stroked again. As his tongue lapped at her clit, she signed with ecstatic, desperately wanting to grab his hair, to force his face as deep into her clit as possible. Instead, he shoved the cold metal of the anal plug into her ass. She squirmed as it makes its way inside her. The feeling of fullness returned exacerbated her horniness. She began squeezing her thighs together, against her restraints, as wetness visibly dripped down her inner thighs.
He was a maestro orchestrating a sexual orchestra and as the first movement of this symphony was coming to a close, as he fastened a ball gag around her lips. He exits to the room with the music. Briefly, she was able to hear additional sounds, sounds of sex, indulgent and excess, but when the door closed all she felt is a rush of loneliness. t
In the darkness, she had no assemblage of time. She felt like she was alone for hours, nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. Her pussy was desperate and aching to be filled by him, but at this point any cock would suffice, someone, anyone. Her ass clenched and twitched against the hardness and girth of her anal plug. Every motion, even the smallest, caused her to make muffled moans into the plastic of the ball gag in her mouth.
She drifted to sleep for a while and had herself a short dream, of their first shower together when they where together in that wet, warm, wonderful, exquisite place of ecstasy. As she dreamt about holding, stroking and kissing each other while her pussy pulsed with sympathy.
This was only the first hours of her first night here. What else will become of her? The night is still young.
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