*this is my first try at both third party and multi-part writing, any feedback is appreciated*
Freya surveyed the room with a smile. Around the walls were the individual raised glass enclosures; each with a lovely girl showing the different versions of women who had been fetishized throughout history. A plaque below each one explained the history and evolution of the fascination with the various stereotypes.
The princess, the nun, the barmaid, the harem girl, the school girl, the slave, the virgin, the pair of lesbians, the witch, the housemaid, and the married woman to name a few, all clad in a skimpy parody of her role’s clothing, leaving their ‘charms’ on display. They played the part they had chosen to the guests. The glass played an integral part in the show, providing full exposure while preventing any patrons from getting ‘handsy’. Additionally, if any performer became overwhelmed, a button was hidden in the bottom of the case, which when touched, instantly dropped a fully opaque curtain around the display. Bouncers were placed throughout the venue with strict instructions to watch for these and remove any offending patrons or escort the performers to the dressing rooms as needed.
An ornate archway opened on to a set of long wide stairs that led into the basement which had been transformed into a BDSM fantasy. A large raised platform with a glass enclosure similar to those upstairs. This is where the space differed. In the floor were a series of lifts each holding a different piece of equipment including stocks, a whipping cross, a school desk, a pommel horse, a bed, and a hanging harness were available to name a few, with more stashed in a well hidden storage room. The toys were similarly varied running the gamut from feathers to paddles and the variety of restraints would make even the most experienced enthusiast blink. The design was such that each piece of equipment could be raised from below the platform and locked into place in the centre, allowing patrons to walk around the outside of the enclosure and have an unimpeded view from any spot. Floor to ceiling glass mirrors lined the outside walls adding to the opulence of the space.
Freya had purchased and renovated this old house located in a popular evening area. The main window has been blacked out (so as not to offend passersby) and a sign hung with simple flowing white script with the name of the show: *WHORED, sexualizing women throughout history*. This brainchild of hers was ostensibly a piece of performance art, open only to those of legal age. In reality, while it was exactly as described, it also allowed her to indulge in her own personal favorite kink. In addition to being a switch, Freya was an exhibitionist. Just the thought of being used by either her Master or Mistress in such a public display could set her pussy throbbing and turn her legs to jelly.
And the girls in the displays? Well they were all volunteers, and like her, loved the idea of being used by someone in the dungeon below. All of them had chosen their roles, helping to write their scripts and designing their costumes. They were not available for use by the patrons, thereby avoiding being on the wrong side of the law. Even the name of the exhibit was taken down during the day to ensure discretion.
Word had travelled fast and tonight was the premiere. Like a movie premiere, this event was invitation only. Friends, fellow members of the BDSM community, and a few positively minded journalists would be in attendance at the catered event.
Freya watched as each girl took her place in her selected case. She slipped down into the dungeon to confirm her Mistress was ready. For tonight’s show they had decided that none of the performers would be male so her Master would be wandering as host, particularly during the finale in the dungeon. One last look in the mirrors to ensure her attire was in order and it was back up the stairs to greet the guests.
Her long brown hair had streaks of auburn, hinting at her fiery temper. It cascaded down her back, in voluptuous curls. Her lips had just a touch of crimson. At her throat was the sapphire and white gold collar that had been a gift from her Master. Cleverly hidden in the collar were various rings that toys could be looped through or attached to, but didn’t detract from the lovely elegance. The matching lace bra and panties currently hidden under her dress had been a gift from her Mistress, the lace designed to rub against her sensitive parts with each movement, stimulating her arousal. Sheer stockings enveloped her legs coming to rest nearly ¾ of the way up her thigh. Knowing that she would be on her feet for much of the evening, she had opted for kitten height heels instead of the taller stilettos, but they accented her slender feet well. Her gown was, at first glance, black. Low collared with full length sleeves. That is until she moved. Then the dress became a translucent display of shimmering fabric, clinging to each curve before draping down to the floor. Not quite thin enough to be completely see through, it still hinted heavily at pleasures to come.
With a nod to the doorman she took her position, centered on the stairway and in the circle of the single spotlight not pointed at one of the glass cases. At her nod, he opened the interior doors that led in from the lobby. Guests entered, looking like a glittering cascade of gems. As each entered they had been handed a plain velvet domino mask in either white or black. Men in dark tuxedos and women in long scintillating gowns looked around at the displays. As people filed in their eyes were inevitably drawn to her and silence slowly fell. She found herself the focus of all eyes in the room and couldn’t help a small tremble. Gathering her nerves she began to speak.
“Welcome everyone to our display of sexualized women! For those who don’t know, this show has been created entirely by women as a way of exploring how our bodies have been used and controlled throughout history. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, we have chosen to celebrate our various roles. If you choose to speak with any of our lovely displays, they will happily explain the role they are portraying and how it was used. Enjoy yourselves and remember the evening’s climax will begin at 11:00pm sharp downstairs.”
As she finished speaking, she raised her glass in a toast to the guests which was returned along with some laughter at her obvious pun. The guests dispersed, meandering slowly to whichever display most interested them. Since this premiere was invitation only, the glass cases were open, allowing the girls to step out and chat with the guests as they chose. The only rule was that it was not to turn into an orgy.
Freya watched the invited journalists with interest as they could make or break the success of the show. Despite the domino, they were easily recognizable by the press passes they were required to wear. After all, not everyone would like having their secrets shared in the news. They wandered from display to display asking questions, or occasionally just watching the interaction of the girls in their characters. One made his way over to her and asked if she’d be willing to answer some questions. She nodded, giving the caveat that they needed to be tasteful. They talked for some time before the journalist pronounced himself satisfied and thanked her for her time.
She turned back to the crowd and began to socialize, answering questions, teasing and flirting with the guests and ensuring her fellow performers were enjoying themselves. Over the next couple of hours she drifted from group to group, charming and conversing. Near the end of the evening, she stepped back to catch her breath and took a sip of water from a chilled glass handed to her by one of the waiters responsible for distributing such. She gasped slightly as she felt hands on her hips pulling her back against a firm torso. She tried to turn and berate her attacker when the low voice in her ear caused her to freeze.
“You look lovely out there Kitten. I’m very jealous that your Mistress will be the one displaying your talents tonight. But you’ll make it up to me when it’s my turn wont you?” The menace in his voice was clear and she shuddered against him, knowing very well the uses he would put her to. His hips thrust against her backside and she could feel his arousal through the fabric of his trousers.
“Yes Master.” Her voice trembled as she rocked back against him. She moaned low in her throat as he continued his assault, to the casual glance, looking no more than a lover whispering in her ear.
He released her moments later although to her it felt like an eternity. As he loosened his grip a chime sounded; cutting through the murmuring noise of conversation; and causing everyone to look towards the spotlight that had once again illuminated the head of the stairs. Taking a deep breath to hide her now raging arousal, knowing it was soon to be eased, Freya stepped forward under the spot.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the time is now 10:45. In 15 minutes the chime will once again sound, at which time, we invite you to join us to witness the finale of tonight’s performance.” As she finished speaking, all the lights in the room including the spotlight went out, and she slipped down the stairs before the low ambient lighting resumed.
Downstairs, she slipped into the dressing room and her assistant lost no time in slipping off her simmering gown, replacing it with a similar one that would be destroyed during the next portion of the event as she didn’t want the expensive gown destroyed. Once redressed, she sat at the dressing table and allowed her hair to be pulled back into a ponytail on top of her head, ensuring it wouldn’t be in the way.
Thus ready for what was to come she entered the dungeon with a smile for Mistress who was waiting. Dressed entirely in form-fitting leather with her own tumultuous locks pulled back to match Freya’s, her face was partially covered in a back domino like those handed to the guests. The mask lent a sinister air to Mistress as her eyes glittered in anticipation. Stepping forward, she assisted Freya up the stairs, before assistants removed them and closed the glass door, then slipped into the room under the raised stage.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this Kitten?” Mistress asked with some concern. “You know we can cancel this portion if you want.”
Freya smiled at Mistress’s concern. Shaking her head, she smiled “No Mistress, not unless you’ve changed your mind. I want to do this.”
Mistress returned the smile as the chime sounded. Freya took her place in the centre of the enclosure with her fingers laced together behind her back. This caused her ample breasts to further prominence. Something which made the guests now filing down the stairs lick their lips as the setting made it fairly evident what was to come.
“One of the least understood ways of sexual interaction amongst the average person is BDSM and its role in pleasure.” Mistress stepped up behind Freya and began to run her hands across Freya’s body, teasing goosebumps along her arms and fondling her breasts over the gown, causing her to gasp and sigh with anticipation. “For women, a relationship falling into this category can be extremely freeing as you shall see this evening. Our little Kitten here will consent to everything done to her body, indeed will beg for them. While this type of relationship should be entered into with much forethought and discussion between partners, unlike many situations shown in the gallery, here you will witness the true joy and pleasure of a woman asking for what she desires as opposed to having a role forced upon her.” With that Mistress took hold of the fabric resting above Freya’s breasts and ripped it from neck to hemline, leaving her clad in lace undergarments, heels and stockings.
Freya released her grip on her hands just long enough to allow the rent garment to fall to the floor. Mistress resumed stroking Freya’s torso bringing her nipples to aching tautness under the lace of the bra and causing Freya to press her legs together in an attempt to hide her building need. This caused Mistress to place a resounding smack to her right ass cheek, leaving a bright pink handprint on her pale skin. Freya whimpered slightly and became still again.
“Spread your legs, Kitten. Show everyone how much you like to be watched.” Mistress’ voice was stern, and Freya complied immediately. “That’s a good girl, Kitten. Now, tell me what you want.”
Freya licked her lips, while they had scripted this first performance and it was going to plan, she was having a little trouble keeping focus while in such a state of arousal. She therefore stumbled over her words slightly as she began to speak. “P-P-please Mistress, use… use me like the slut I am and make me cum until I beg for mercy.”
Mistress’ lips curled into a dark smile and she spoke to the guests. “You see, because she is consenting, instead of fear at the idea of being used in such a public fashion or the instinctual need to fight against an abuser, our little Kitten can indulge in her darker desires without the concern of being forced to exceed her limits.” Her attention returned to Freya as she pushed the first button on the console. This button brought up the first piece of equipment, the bed. The rails and posts on the head and footboards made excellent anchor points for all manner of restraints.
Still behind Freya, Mistress began once again to roam over Freya’s body. Cupping her hands under Freya’s breasts, she revealed the first surprise of the lace lingerie, as she removed the lace covering, leaving Freya’s full breasts fully exposed yet held, hinting at future bindings. Dropping the scraps of lace on the floor she tugged hard at Freya’s nipples, causing Freya to arch into her touch and moan. Freya’s hip rocked in an attempt to gain some friction and bring about the first release that had been building all evening.
Releasing one nipple, Mistress reached for the table of instruments next to her, taking hold of a pair of small vibrating clamps. Tugging on the still trapped nipple to ensure its hardness, Mistress attached the clamp and flicked it on. Freya moaned again, long and low, ending with her panting heavily. Mistress played with the still free nipple, licking her fingers and running the moistened digits over the taught bud, rolling it around between her thumb and index finger, clamping it and releasing it before finally attaching the clamp and setting it vibrating.
Freya, whose nipples were extremely sensitive, along with having been becoming increasingly wet over the course of the evening, began to beg “Please Mistress, make me cum, I need to cum, please Mistress.”
Mistress reached down and pulled Freya’s left leg up, exposing her centre, which by this point was evidently drenched. Repeating her earlier motions at Freya’s breasts, she gave a quick yank at the moist lace covering Freya’s femininity. The lace parted from the outside hems, once again hinting at bindings to come. “No one is stopping you, Kitten, go ahead and cum like the good little slut you are”. Permission granted, Freya’s moans accelerated as the vibration at her nipples and her exposure to the crowd finished what had been building.
*Click*
*Click*
Freya startled from her orgasm induced stupor at the sound of the soft leather manacles being fastened around her wrists. “On the bed.” Mistress ordered moving to stand at the headboard. Freya scrambled to obey without dislodging the nipples clamps which continued to vibrate, sending pleasure coursing through her body. “Lay back.” Freya did as she was told, leaning back against the pillows specifically placed to prop her up for easy viewing. “Arms.” Again she obeyed and Mistress bound the manacles to specially mounted rings. “Legs.” Knowing exactly what Mistress meant Freya placed her ankles against the posts to each side of the foot of the bed. Now most beds would be too long for this, but this bed had been custom built so that if someone so chose to, they could stand at the end of the bed and easily reach a person bound to it and penetrate them without being on the bed. It also made it much easier for the guests to see when Master or Mistress had the fucking machine set up, but that particular toy wasn’t on the menu for this performance. Due to this shortened length, Freya’s knees were bent allowing them to lean against each other as Mistress fastened the manacles around her ankles and to the rings in the bed post. As a result, Mistress issued a final command. “Spread”. Once Freya had obeyed to her satisfaction, she attached a wider cuff to each thigh just above the knee which was in turn attached to a chain welded to the frame of the bed.
Freya was now held in a pose similarly to an inclined butterfly in yoga and was clearly visible from all angles. For those standing around the enclosure who may not have a direct view of her most private areas, they could simply look over to the mirrored walls. Nothing was hidden in this space, there was no place to hide. Freya was on display in a way she had only fantasized about.
“Is it everything you wanted, Kitten?” Mistress leaned down and spoke for Freya’s ears alone.
Freya bit her lip and nodded slightly “Yes, Mistress, please don’t stop.”
Mistress stepped back, once again addressing the crowd. “You see our Kitten free in her desire to play with these urges, how she obeys without objection or complaint. Yet, where this incites fear to those uninitiated in these games, she is the one in real control, for should the game go too far or for any reason should she wishes the game to end, she has merely to utter her safeword and she would be unshackled and released, the game at an end”. Turning to Freya, Mistress asked “What is your safeword, Kitten?”
“Dragon, Mistress.”
“And do you wish to give your safeword, Kitten?” Mistress waited one eyebrow raised as if the answer was unknown.
“No, Mistress, I would like to continue.”
“Excellent!” Mistress stepped forward and leaned down to place a delicate kiss on Freya’s lips. Stepping back she announced “then continue we shall.”
During this conversation, the vibrators on Freya’s nipples had continued their torturous stimulation and she was once again beginning to pant in anticipation of her next release. Mistress looked down at her glazed expression and smiled in a deliciously cruel way. “I think we’ve had enough of those.” And without further ceremony detached both clamps, switching them off. Freya whimpered, both in mild agony at the returning blood flow, and disappointment as her primary source of pleasure was removed.
Taking up a feather wand, Mistress traced patterns all over Freya’s skin, her arms, belly, calves and thighs, constantly teasing the edges, but never touching her nipples or pussy. Freya’s eyes rolled back and she pleaded with Mistress to touch whichever one the wand happened to be closest to in the moment.
Pleased with Freya’s continued response, Mistress reached for a small egg shaped vibrator, pressing it just above her clit, allowing Freya to buck her hips in a vain attempt to move it down the last bit. “Do you want to cum again for all these people, Kitten?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Mmm, yes what Kitten?”
“Yes, please Mistress I want to cum in front of all these people.”
“And why is that, Kitten?”
“Because I’m a naughty slut who wants to be put on display, Mistress.”
“You certainly are Kitten, now show everyone your appreciation of them watching you and cum like a good little slut.”. With those words Mistress flicked the vibrator up to high and pushed it firmly against Freya’s slick clit. Freya screamed, her entire body arching off the bed as much as her bonds would allow as wave after wave of orgasm crested her body. Mistress kept the vibrator firm against Freya’s writhing body, preventing her from collapsing and forcing several more orgasms out of her, before finally pulling it away.
Freya was panting heavily again, her breasts heaving with the rise & fall of her chest. Mistress decided it was now time to take it up a notch. She selected a jewelled metal plug, showing it off for the crowd. It was pretty, matching the collar Freya still wore. It was also fairly large, 3 inches as the widest point. Seeing it, Freya whimpered and writhed against her bonds. Mistress stepped back to the bed and pressed it to Freya’s lips, parting them and using her saliva to lubricate it to her satisfaction. She then pressed it against Freya’s rear entrance, which was fully displayed due to the nature of her bindings. Far from showing discomfort, Freya moaned and tried to bear down hard on the plug, much to the amusement of the crowd who chuckled, causing her to blush as she moaned in frustration when Mistress pulled it back slightly, only to yelp when it was pushed in rapidly.
Mistress returned to her selecting of toys and began to hold up various items in clear view of Freya, increasing her torment and causing members of the crowd to offer suggestions and the occasional calls of approval. A large dildo met with particular enthusiasm from the crowd as well as much begging from Freya. This toy was unique, in that it was not the standard phallic shape. 9 inches long and roughly 4 inches in diameter, and was vaguely miss-shaped, with a number of low bulbous protuberances which were obviously designed to increase the internal stimulation of its victim. Additionally, as Mistress demonstrated, it was equipped with a variety of vibration and pulsing capabilities. Lastly, a handle was affixed to the end for easy manipulation and making it clear that the entire shaped length was intended to enter the body.
In order to ensure that no tearing would happen during its entry into Freya’s most tender parts despite the completely soaked state of her nether regions, Mistress coated it in lubricant. Spreading Freya’s lower lips, Mistress placed the tip against her opening. The first 2 inches were narrower and entered easily with Freya arching and pleading for more. Like with the plug, Mistress teased her to the encouragement of the crowd, withdrawing the dildo and re-inserting it.
“Please, Mistress, more, deeper, please, stretch my slutty pussy”. Freya’s begging quickly became frantic as the head rubbed against the plug in her anus, causing intense stimulation.
“Are you sure, Kitten?” This too was part of the game, both Master and Mistress loved to make Freya beg explicitly for the ways they inflicted pleasure or pain on her body. Freya loved this kind of use as well and found that it drove her pleasure to even higher levels.
“Yes, Mistress, fuck me hard with the dildo. Make me cum, please Mistress, show everyone what kind of whore I am.” Freya was frantic with need, the ongoing stimulation of the evening causing each orgasm to build to a higher level.
“Very well, Kitten.”. Slowly, Mistress thrust the dildo into her centre, a steady thrust that stretched Freya’s pussy wide open. For her part Freya began to orgasm as the toy passed the halfway mark, the lumps on each side rubbing against her g-spot and the plug. Orgasm after orgasm followed until the entire length was inside of her with the head resting against her cervix, parting it slightly. Mistress shifted the toy side to side, then up and down causing Freya to cry out in pleasure. Satisfied, Mistress turned on the vibrator inside and took the remote in one hand, enabling her to control it without maintaining a hold on the handle.
Standing back from Freya she manipulated the controls, increasing and decreasing the vibration and switching it from vibration to pulse and then adjusting the pulsing until Freya was writhing, moaning and whimpering. At this point Mistress picked up the crop, Freya’s favorite tool to be punished with. She abruptly stopped all movement from the toy and traced the crop between Freya’s damp, quivering breasts, circling her taut nipples and flicking them. As sense returned to Freya’s eyes, Mistress held the crop up.
“Do you know what this is, Kitten?
“Yes, Mistress.” Freya’s voice was breathless and she trembled in evident anticipation. Regardless of the intense usage she had endured so far, Freya wanted more.
“Tell me.” Mistress’ command carried a cool expectation of obedience.
“It’s the crop you use to punish me for being a naughty slut, Mistress.”. Freya’s eyes dropped in a fairly convincing approximation of contrition.
“And do you think you deserve to be punished now?”. As she spoke, Mistress continued to tease Freya with gentle strokes and flicks to her breasts, belly and thighs, coming close to the swollen bud pressed against the toy but never quite touching it to Freya’s obvious disappointment each time.
“Yes, Mistress.”. Freya bit her lip, enjoying Mistress’ torment, rather than it being any kind of punishment.
“Why?” *Snap* As she asked the question, Mistress administered a rapid strike to her rib cage, eliciting a gasp from Freya, and a collective low groan from the crowd, who, while not descending into an orgy, were very obviously aroused by this show and there was much petting and fondling throughout the group, including the journalists who had obviously abandoned their “fly-on-the-wall” personas.
“Because… Because I’m a naughty whore who likes being used in front of people, and am insatiable, needing my pussy and ass fucked at the same time. Please, punish me in front of everyone just like you used me so they can see how sluts like me should be treated.” As she spoke, Freya’s hips ground against the items impaling her nether regions, demonstrating her continued stimulation.
Wordlessly, Mistress turned the toys settings up to the middle, causing Freya to arch her torso in response, creating a smooth target for the crop. Mistress brought it down across her breasts, striking each nipple and down towards her thighs. Freya cried out with each strike, ending many cries with moans of pleasure.
“Harder Mistress, more, please!” Freya begged.
The crop rained blows down over her body while Mistress continued to manipulate the controls of the toy. Pleading for mercy Freya again experienced repeated orgasms to a chorus of encouragement and calls from the audience.
“Whore”
“Slut”
“Turn it up”
“Spank her pussy”.
“Punish her clit”
The last quickly became a chant, with Freya joining in breathlessly, begging for the impact of the crop against her most tender part. Mistress teased both Freya and the crowd, carefully placing strikes across her mound and inner thighs, before unleashing 5 hard swats to Freya’s glistening bud. Freya’s eyes rolled back and she reached her highest climax yet, seeing stars for a moment and her body going limp.
Mistress laid the crop at Freya’s side and stroked her hair gently while turning the power on the toy down.
“That’s a good girl Kitten. I think that’s enough punishment, you’ve earned a reward”. She leaned down and fondled Freya’s nipples, massaging the abused tips, until Freya was once again moaning and writhing in response. She returned to the toy still firmly embedded in Freya’s center. Taking hold of the toy in one hand, she once again increased the power before also taking hold of the plug.
She first tugged on one then the other, alternating the further penetration of both Freya’s orifices. As she increased the speed she also increased the strength of the thrusts, again and again the tip of the dildo opened Freya’s cervix, stretching her wider and forcing her towards another overwhelming orgasm. Freya squealed at the combination of pleasure, pressure and pain as her openings were repeatedly opened wide. Once more, Freya’s eyes rolled back and her body convulsed violently. Her pussy clenched around the toy and plug, preventing them from moving as she went over the edge for a final time.
When Freya’s body finally relaxed, she moaned, long and slow before looking up at Mistress.
“Dragon, Mistress”.
Without further discussion, Mistress turned off the toy, before gently withdrawing it from Freya’s center, followed by the plug from her anus. No longer stern or cruel, she grabbed the pitcher of ice water and poured Freya a glass, holding it to her lips to help her hydrate since her arms and legs remained bound. Once Freya’s thirst was eased, Mistress returned to the process of releasing her, before covering her with a sheet and handing her an additional beverage.
Mistress turned back to the crowd, addressing them directly for the first time since her explanation of safewords.
“As you can see, control truly is in the hands of the submissive. Whether at a pre-decided end of a scene, or with the utterance of a safeword, the games are over and it is time for aftercare.”
Freya rose from the bed, the sheet wrapped around her body like a silken toga, demonstrating to the crowd that she was no worse for wear. She was met with resounding applause, whistles, catcalls and cheers. Blushing, she curtsied cheekily and blew kisses to the crowd. Stepping up beside Mistress, she placed an enthusiastic kiss on her mouth, much to the approval of the crowd. Stepping away from Mistress she spoke to the crowd.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for attending our premiere event this evening! A round of applause for all our participants, for without whom this would not have been a success.”
An even more thunderous applause echoed through the chamber, drowning Freya out, and she waited while they calmed slightly.
“And a special thank you to my Mistress for indulging this naughty slut in my desire to demystify this most risque of games!”
To everyone’s surprise, Mistress blushed bright red at this acknowledgement and her eyes promised future punishment as she took a bow to a final cacophonous round of applause, punctuated by a number of invitations to play.
“Lastly, please feel free to join us upstairs for refreshments.”
With that Freya gestured and the lights came up while the spot lights turned off. She slipped from the stage and retreated to her dressing room. Her assistant was waiting with fresh lingerie and her previously discarded gown. Changing took only a few moments and after sitting for just long enough to release her hair she was ready to return to her guests.
Her assistant slipped out ahead of her as she took a brief drink of water. Entering the room in her wake, Master and Mistress greeted her with a smile.
“You look very pleased with yourself, Kitten. As you should be”
Master looked down at her with a smile of pride. Mistress slipped over to the mirror and loosed her own locks to cascade over her shoulder and she removed her leather leggings to replace them with a more formal flowing skirt.
“I am, sir. Everyone was very respectful and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I certainly did.” Freya couldn’t help but cast a cheeky glance over at Mistress, who rolled her eyes and continued her transformation.
“It’s too bad, you were holding back because of the journalists. If it had just been our friends, you could have really showed off”. As he spoke, Master stepped behind her and unbuttoned the back of her gown. Pushing it over her shoulders, he cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples through their lace enclosures before spilling them out of the cups.
“Master, please, our guests are waiting.” Freya protested but didn’t fight against his touch. He unzipped the trousers of his tux and bent her over, placing her hands on the back of the chair that Mistress sat in. Pushing up the skirt of her gown, he slipped her panties aside and easily penetrated her with his fingers. Despite the hard use she had experienced not long before, the walls of her pussy gripped his fingers tightly and she whimpered as they stroked her.
“Well I guess we’d better make this quick then”. Removing his fingers, he replaced them with his shaft, engorged and swollen from the arousal of watching her being used all evening. Pushing his fingers into her mouth, a silent instruction to suck them clean, he began to thrust inside her, groaning as her walls resisted his withdrawals. Each thrust penetrated deeper, until he was sheathed as deep as the toy earlier. Freya moaned with each thrust. All pretend objections aside, she loved the feeling of him inside her.
His hands found her breasts and he used them to pull her back against his chest as Mistress stood and moved the chair, leaning back against the dressing table. Lifting her skirt, she revealed what Freya had not noticed while Mistress had been changing. Mistress was not wearing any panties.
“You didn’t think you were the only one experiencing pleasure tonight, did you, Kitten”. Reaching up, her finger laced into Freya’s hair and she pulled Freya down to her glistening lips as she spread her legs.
“Make me cum while Master is using your pussy, Kitten” Nothing loathe to obey, Freya went to work, her tongue lapping at Mistress’ swollen clit and her fingers penetrating her moist hole, moaning against Mistress’ skin as Master continued his relentless assault on her breasts and pussy.
Although he had eased his grip on her breasts enough to allow her mouth to reach Mistress’ tender parts, that did not stop Master from mercilessly pinching and rolling Freya’s nipples as he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts.
Mindful of their waiting guests, Master thrust hard and fast, driving Freya and himself over the edge, with Mistress orgasming as she felt the vibration of Freya’s scream against her clit. Once satisfied they helped Freya put herself back together and headed upstairs, to the knowing smiles of more than one guest.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tewwdk/freyas_art_show_part_1_mff_bdsm_exhibitionism