[Part 1](https://redd.it/tvh9ga)
He guided the Violinist towards the large king-sized bed, a Scarborough House four-poster in mahogany. Two pairs of leather restraints, cuffs finely embroidered with East Asian motifs, were already attached to the posts; the Director has obviously foreseen this scenario long before the audition had even begun.
He lay the girl on her back, first securing her wrists before reaching for her legs. He took his time to remove her right sandal, cupping her foot in his hands for a moment before pressing it down against the mattress and fastening her ankle. He repeated the process by easing off the left Bottega, but this time the Violinist gasped as the Director began to run his tongue along her sole, leaving a trail of saliva from her heel to the tip of her big toe. He then finished tying her down, spread-eagle, completely exposed.
The Violinist’s breathing was ragged, but she kept her composure, focusing on a small ring bolt attached to the white ceiling above. She heard the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed open, the sound of ruffling echoing within the room soon stopping as abruptly as it has begun.
Moments passed, and the Violinist turned her head slightly, catching the glimpse of the Director looking intently at the Ottava SC-C70 Technics system on the nightstand, lost in thought. Finally the Director made his choice and the music player came to life. Marriner’s version of “The Art of Fugue” quietly commenced, the sound of strings from the first contrapunctus discretely filling the room.
The Violinist closed her eyes as she felt the Director approach. She could hear him taking a deep breath, and then a brief, tentative lap of his tongue moistening the recess under her armpit. He began kneading one of her breasts as he kissed and licked her shoulder and the base of her neck.
His roaming hands proceeded to touch, grab, caress, and squeeze, while kisses and gentle bites continued to explore the entirety of her body, mapping the landscape of her skin. She flinched as his tongue darted into her ear, only to recede as he softly began nibbling her earlobe. His saliva marked a trail from her armpit, up her neck to her ear, down her cheek, on her mouth, between her breasts, into her navel, past her inner thigh, and finally tracing the arch of her left foot to her toes.
He then started the journey in reverse, kissing her right foot and working his way up until he began taking turns devouring each one of her breasts, filling his mouth with one mound while he massaged the other. He took his time, focusing on her nipples, flickering his tongue over one nub while pinching the other between his fingers.
By now the Violinist had started to respond, her breath accelerating as the stimulation began to heighten her senses. She found herself pulling at the restraints, her back arching ever so slightly, pushing her chest against his mouth and hands. The Directory suddenly grabbed her tits and squeezed them together, allowing him to engulf both of her areolae simultaneously, making the Violinist gasp. He suckled, licked, and nibbled, and when he finally released them the cool air transformed her saliva-drenched nipples into a pair of bullets. She was heaving by now, restraints taut, her entire body tense.
Suddenly the Violinist squirmed, the cuffs digging into her wrists and ankles. The first clamp had caught her by surprise, digging deep into a turgid nipple. Already expecting the second, she managed to subdue her reaction as the second one tightly gripped the other nub. Across her sternum she could feel the coolness of a thin metal chain which joined them.
The Violinist then felt the Director starting to explore her pubic region, stroking the dense black bush with the back of his hand before cupping her groin. He then began to rub her slimy cunt, making her aware for the first time that she was dripping wet as he slathered her juices from her clit all the way deep down into the crevice of her ass. Using his index finger he took his time lubricating the rim of her anus, making her flinch every time he made a tentative incursion, all the while his thumb played with the folds of her plump outer labia.
The Violinist was nearly panting, the shiny gleam of sweat permeating her body. She was squirming by now, pulling against the restraints, suffocated nipples protruding obscenely from the tips of her breasts. In one swift motion the Director suddenly slid his finger deep inside her anal passage and the girl winced, unable to hush a deep, hoarse grunt.
She then felt his lips pressing against her pussy, sucking her engorged clit from within the enclave of her inner labia. He swirled his tongue around the hard nub as he slowly continued sodomizing her, exploring the depths of her rectum with his middle finger. Using his thumb to breach the opening of her vagina he was able to feel the finger in her anus through the thin wall of flesh separating them, and proceeded to gently rub them together. At this point the Violinist bucked, the sensations inside her overwhelming her.
“You’re… ungh… making me… come…”
The Director paused his ministrations, allowing for the crescendo to settle. He waited a few moments, and then slowly started to work on her again, keeping her anus plugged with one finger and using his other hand to insert two fingers deep into her cunt while he forcefully lapped her clit. The Violinist whimpered and twisted under the assault, but her bonds held firmly. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead as she grimaced, clenching her teeth, feeling her orgasm quickly approaching. The peak, however, never arrived; the Director had once again stopped, expectant, not unlike a voracious hunter patiently stalking its prey.
“Why…?” came the gasp, but the Violinist immediately regretted it, as the answer was obvious: control.
The Director slowly withdrew his finger from her orifices, allowing the Violinist a few moments of respite. Contrapunctus 10 echoed within the room, he had been edging her for over thirty minutes. As he oiled the large metallic beads of the hook he had taken from the nightstand she realized he was nowhere near done with her.
She flinched when she felt the first shiny bead press against her anus, slowly but surely making its way into her. A second one, slightly larger, soon followed, and then an even larger third. As the fourth and largest sphere began to penetrate her, the rim of her anus tightly hugging the metal surface, she bit her lip, nearly causing it to bleed. The sensation of fullness was something she had never experienced before, her rectum spasming under the pressure.
A Soraya Lelo vibrator soon followed. The Director shoved it deep into her vagina, making sure its second tip was pressed tightly against her clitoris. Soon the low-frequency rumble began to stimulate her genitals, a sensation which transferred through the hook all the way into recess of her bowels.
The onslaught hit her like a runaway train, but as soon as the tide began to rise the Lelo stopped, its programming designed to heighten but not overwhelm. Now free to continue exploring, the Director returned to her breasts. The Violinist whimpered as he released one of her engorged nipples, not having realized it was not the constriction but the renewed vascular circulation which enhanced the pain. This in turn only increased the sensitivity as he once again engulfed her tit and began sucking the tormented tip bursting out of her areola.
Time started to lose meaning as the tide of pain and pleasure rose and ebbed through her anus, vagina, clit, nipples, armpits, ears, mouth, indeed her entire body. He would continue to edge her mercilessly, but until when? What was the endgame?
“Why?” she hoarsely asked again.
The Director looked into her bewildered eyes as he straddled her chest, looming over her, and lifted her head, pushing his raging erection against her lips. The Violinist took the slimy glans of his cock in her mouth as he began to bob her head back and forth.
“Because I’m going to train you,” he explained.
“You’ll come every week and strip the moment step into my home. You’ll play for me while I have dinner, and I’ll whip the mediocrity right out of you with my bow. Afterwards I’ll leash you and fuck you like a dog. Perhaps then, someday, I’ll be able to actually finish my food uninterrupted and only then will I consider giving you that chair.”
He pushed her back, freeing his dick, strands of saliva and pre-cum dangling between his member and her lips.
“It’s about control,” he continued, “my control over you.”
The Director released the four double-clasps restraining the Violinist’s extremities, and turned her over, face down. He binded each wrist with its corresponding ankle, forcing her to lean forwards and spread her legs. He then proceeded to stand on the bed, his feet digging deep into the mattress at her sides, fumbling with something she could not see. A few moments later she felt the beads in her rectum wiggle, and then a tug pulling her ass even higher up in the air.
She then remembered the ring bolt attached to the ceiling. The Director had threaded a thin nylon rope through the eye of the anal hook and up through the ring above, pulling it taut, the fourth large bead inside her bulging out and distending the rim of her anus. She groaned as she arched her back even further, burying her face in a pillow.
Her ass and pussy fully exposed, the Director began to slowly work the Lelo in her vagina and on her clitoris, pushing and twisting as he repeatedly triggered the vibrator. Cunt juice drenched her pubes and mixed with sweat, leaving slimy trails down her inner thighs while grool foamed on her engorged labia.
The Violinist squirmed and twisted, muffling her screams by biting into the pillow. Every time she tensed at the brink of release the Director would stop the vibrations and remain motionless, waiting for the wave to pass. He would then start churning the Lelo once again, or switch over to let his tongue roam the length of her soppy slit and forcefully flick her clit.
By contrapunctus 13 the Violinist was in a daze, having been methodically edged for over an hour. Her tits dangled below her as her chest heaved, sweat dripping from the tips of her swollen nipples. She was near her breaking point.
“Beg, you bitch, beg for me to finish you,” he ordered during a lull.
“Fuck you,” she growled, defiant, “I’ll… ungh!”
Her head snapped back, her face a grimace as her bravura was quickly squelched by a firm jab of the Lelo deep into her vagina. Her entire frame trembled as the Director reamed her pussy with renewed vigour, simultaneously milking one of her tits from under her with his other hand.
Twenty minutes later, mid-way through contrapunctus 14, the Violinist jerked when the Director pressed the Lelo hard against her clit and a shiny metal bead popped out of her anus. The sensory overload made her scream, despairing as he once again pulled away the vibrator.
“Please,” she begged, drooling and whimpering, “I… I can’t take it, I need to come, please make me come.”
The Director turned off the Lelo and stopped his onslaught. He paused for a few moments as the final contrapunctus, inconclusive, abruptly finished. Putting the Lelo aside, he proceed to untie and slowly extract the hook from her anus, the Violinist twitching as each bead made its way out her rectal orifice. Finally, he removed the remaining nipple clamp and unclasped the cuffs, at which point she collapsed on her side, her body soaked in sweat.
The Director had had enough, and was determined to dominate her in the most primal way, with his cock deep inside her as she writhed in orgasm. He laid her on her back and placed her legs on his shoulders, folding her nearly in half as he grabbed her arms, pinning them down. His penis, gleaming with spit and pre-cum, slid smoothly into her gaping pussy, burying itself until his balls pressed against her outer labia. The Violinist groaned as she curled her toes behind the Director’s head.
He knew she wouldn’t last long, but he had to be careful. His erection had been raging for nearly as long as he had been edging her, and after having her suck his dick half a dozen times he too was reaching his limit. He had to remain in control, and slowly inched his cock in and out of the girl, only quickening his thrust as he bottomed into her, grinding his pubic area against her clit.
The Violinist felt her entire body rock every time his hips pounded her groin, and could see her feet bobbing up and down in rhythm with the grunts she was making. She knew the Director was trying to fuck her into submission, but she would not give up without a fight.
She locked her eyes unto his, gutturally vocalizing with each stroke, enticing him.
“Deeper… nyagh! Fuck my cunt… ungh! Make me come!”
The Director, however, remained focused, accepting her challenge as he maintained a steady tempo. His heavy breathing and sweat-drenched brow, nonetheless, were indicative of the effort he was making, and so the Violinist pressed on.
“C’mon… augh! Give it… give it to me, give me that… unnngh!”
She spasmed as he shoved deep into her and began to grind. His cock twisted within her, exploring, pushing and prodding, while his pubes rubbed against her engorged clit, churning her pussy secretions into a foam. She was starting to lose it, her impending release about to explode. She had to break his concentration somehow, and in a moment brief lucidity she remembered the reason for the Bottega Veneta.
The Violinist unhinged her calves from his shoulders and spread her legs as wide as she could. In response the Director quickly leaned back and grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs forwards until her knees nearly touched her face. He did this without missing a stroke, making her groan as his cock changed angle and shifted within her.
The Director kept fucking her, but moments later became mesmerized by the smooth heels mere centimetres from his face, the perfectly manicured toes curling and spreading out with the rocking of his hips. Soon he had buried his face into her soles, kissing and licking them.
The Violinist knew he had a powerful foot fetish, a trait the Director never really bother to disguise. Indeed, she had realized it the moment they met as he repeatedly glanced at her homely Birkenstocks. The Venetas were meant to improve her chances, but she now had no choice but to exploit his kink to the fullest extent. She pressed her toes against his mouth, which he then eagerly began to suck.
The Director became lost in the smell, the dainty colour of her nails, the sensation of her toes wriggling in his mouth. He failed to realize the Violinist had taken hold of his hips, pushing back and forth, setting the rhythm of his thrusts as she lasciviously spurred him on.
“Keep sucking my feet! Unnngh! C’mon, fuck me harder!”
He suddenly realized he was fornicating her with abandon, his urgency for release rapidly increasing. He was becoming overwhelmed and was starting to lose control.
In a desperate attempt he released her feet and grabbed her by the wrists, pulling them off his hips and pinning them down unto the mattress. He leaned forwards, putting his full weight on top of her. The Violinist in turn wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him inside of her.
For a few moments they remained locked together, a quivering, sweaty mass of flesh. The Director was taking deep breaths, trying to recover, but the girl would have none of it. Both their bodies began to sway as the Violinist pushed her hips against his. From underneath his frame she kept lifting and lowering her ass, using her legs for leverage, forcing his penis deep into her. Once balls-deep she slowly gyrated her cunt around his cock, churning the pussy secretions which lubricated their genitals, the distended lips of her twat tightly hugging his member. By now the Director was breathing heavily, desperately trying to fend off his impending orgasm.
“Don’t move,” he hissed.
At that moment she knew she had to finish him off, and launched her final attack as she began to clench her vagina in rhythm with the rocking motion. Whenever his member inched inwards she would apply pressure, her pussy walls tightening around his cock, milking it. She would then ease him out, only to repeat the clench with each thrust, over and over again.
“Stop… stop fucking me,” he pleaded into her ear.
Breathing raggedly, she hissed one last taunt.
“Shoot your seed into me, motherfucker, shoot it!”
The first spasm shook the entire bed as the Director grunted, thrusting his hips into the Violinist with all the strength he could muster. A second spasm had him arching his back so that he nearly lifted her off the bed. He remained this way for a few moments, shivering in a paroxysm of ecstasy, gasping for air. The Violinist, now freed from his weight, violently started to jerk her hips, thrusting her cunt over his exploding cock.
“Come on, you fuck, keep coming!” she coaxed him, grinding her pussy against his groin, crossing her feet behind his back to make sure he remained inside.
The Director’s body painfully tensed when another spasm ripped through him, his legs stiff, neck veins bulging as he kept pumping into the girl while her pussy lips slathered a foamy mix of grool and semen over his shaft and testicles. He heaved once more, burying his cock balls-deep into her cunt as he managed one last powerful spurt, and then finally collapsed. The Violinist kept clenching her pussy, wringing out every last drop of ejaculate, until his twitching subsided and he rolled next to her, dazed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/twke9o/the_audition_mf_23