You have made me do this before but this is the first time you have invited guests to watch.
You have had me perform in front of them before. You like to show me off. They know what my body looks like, they know what my orgasm sounds like. They’ve heard me beg. Seen me writhing at my limits but this particular act is new to them.
You edged and teased me until I was feverish under your touch and ready to agree to anything. I reached the brink faster with them watching.
Now you have me take off my red silk dress. It sticks between my legs as I slide it down, evidence of what your skilled handling has done to me. You did not allow me underwear this week so as the dress slides to the ground all I have on is the black silk bow around my throat and the ballet pumps on my feet.
The cool early evening air feels like a carress across my skin. Just the act of undressing and exposing myself makes me want to beg for relief.
I walk through the gardens like an obedient pet. My breasts sit heavily on my narrow chest swaying in time with my long graceful strides as I move past the bamboo thickets towards the koi ponds. The ghostly tanlines at my chest and groin seem to emphasize the vulnerability of those areas not that you have ever needed reminding.
The gardens are lush and green. Ferns, bamboo and vines grow around old statuary surrounding the stone pathway that I follow down towards the network of Koi ponds.
The Kou ponda are a series of glassy pools linked by deep narrow channels. Fat orange and silver fish swim torpidly beneath bright green Lilly pads.
The air is cool and damp against my bare skin. Despite my calm demeanour and elegant movements I feel frantic inside. A mix of feverish need and a desperation for relief I can barely contain.
The garden is so tranquil but all I can think off is the ache between my legs.
I go to the spot you indicated on the bank of the Koi pond. I lean over resting my hands on the far side making a bridge of my smooth naked body.
My breasts hang pendulously down. I lower myself until my hard nipples break the surface tension of the water. The cold makes me exhale a short gasp as I immerse my nipples to the puffy rose pink domes of my areolae.
I hold myself like that, muscles taut as if I were attempting some gymnastic event.
The vibrations of my breathing attract the fish. The big carp move sluggishly toward me. I find the anticipation almost unbearable as they circle my nipples in the water below me.
My breathing quickens as the fish nibble with exquisite delicacy on my nipples. The tiniest suction. A teasing touch more delicate than anything a human could apply.
I fix my gaze on a willow tree in the distance and try to ignore the tickling stimulation. My arms and legs begin to ache and it is a welcome distraction.
When I cannot hold the position any longer and muscle fatigue has ne trembling helplessly you let me stand. My nipples are wet, painfully stiff and tender. I want to touch them and soothe myself but instead I stand silent hands on my head while your guests examine my straining teats.
You don’t let them touch me. Not yet. You are not being merciful you just don’t trust me not to come from their handling. You are right not to.
You order me into the next position. This time I must straddle the pond and lower myself into the splits position letting my warm wet mound break the icy surface of the water.
The cold is a relief until the fish return to nuzzle and suckle and worry at me. This time I cannot stay quiet and my dignified demeanour cracks as I beg you for permission to come. I know the touch of the fish will not be enough. Not quite, although it will take me closer than seems possible. I offer myself to you, to your friends, whatever you want. I scarcely recognise my own voice as I plead.
I hear laughter and admiring comments from your friends as they compliment you on this latest torment.
Finally you allow me to rise to my feet. The six fat carp move slowly away dissappointed. I prepare myself for whatever debauchery you have in store consoling myself that whatever you do with me in this state I will come.
Then to my despair I see the metal chastity belt and breast cages that you have brought from the house for me.
It seems tonight my role will be only to give not receive.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x7u624/the_koi_pond_bdsmfemsubfish_as_sex_toy_but_not_in