I moaned and panted as I twisted in opposition to the heavy rubber cuffs at my wrists and ankles, pulling fruitlessly in opposition to the chains holding me unfold eagle on the upright cross.
“Awwww, does our boy not wish to play?” Miss Crimson teased, elevating her voice so I might hear her via the leather-based, as she ran her lengthy pink nails alongside my again, skating alongside my naked pores and skin down throughout my ass cheeks. I flinched away, eliciting a bark of laughter from each her and our viewers watching from elsewhere within the dungeon.
I used to be hooded, imaginative and prescient blacked out since she locked me onto the rattling factor, however I might nearly image them. Tony, brief and thick in his inexperienced gown, seated between Mel and Ros, his two attractive T ladies. They’d be dressed identically in membership clothes, however I hadn’t seen them earlier than Miss Crimson put me on the cross.
William, grey haired and slim, in all probability nonetheless in his go well with shirt and slacks, with Jaime on his knees sucking him off. Even when his little boytoy wasn’t blowing him but I used to be positive he’d be wrapping his lips on that outdated bastard’s cock earlier than the primary whip stroke landed. From a number of squeaks I assumed Jaime was in latex tonight, if anybody was shimmying round in black latex shorts and vest it might be the little german youth look alike.
From a very loud cackle I knew Shannon was there. I might simply image her, black hair cascading down her broad again, striding confidently in heels and a leather-based gown. She’d by no means let her faculty volleyball muscle tissue fade, and I shivered on the reminiscence of the final time Miss Crimson let her maintain the whip.
I did not fairly know who else is likely to be there. In all probability James, I might think about him sitting nearest to the motion, prepared to tug out his cock and begin stroking as I danced. The hulking bodybuilder actually enjoys nothing a lot as watching Miss Crimson work. Yu and Sung might need arrived, they too beloved an excellent onerous ache session, however they had been nearly at all times early. I would not have missed their loud and excited chattering as Miss Crimson received all the pieces prepared. The pair of them had been at all times looking out to develop both their toy assortment or skillset.
I am positive there have been others I did not know. It was a kink, a weak spot of mine, and one Miss Crimson used ruthlessly. For use and abused and degraded earlier than an viewers who had been strangers to me.
Miss Crimson had teased me with the opportunity of inviting Sarah, however I doubted it. She wasn’t even into kink, so far as I knew, and we might been associates for ten years. I used to be 99% positive it was Miss Crimson taking part in one other of her complicated and fairly demented thoughts video games with me.
However I would realized an excessive amount of in regards to the pricey, merciless, and ingenious Miss Crimson to completely low cost it. The heavy leather-based of the hood round my ears saved me from being positive, however each time I caught a snatch of a female voice, or a excessive pitched giggle, I questioned. And as I questioned, I squirmed.
A slap to my naked ass introduced me again out of my musings and I groaned across the gag. A brilliant pink ball gag, fairly conventional. Aside from it, the hood, and the steel cage round my cock I used to be utterly bare. Miss Crimson dug her fingers into my ass and rested her chin on my shoulder.
“I’m going to fucking wreck you, slave,” she hissed in my ear. I trembled beneath her focus. She wasn’t kidding and I knew it.
“Be an excellent boy and placed on a present for our associates,” she tapped my balls with a protracted lacquered nail and I nodded. As if I might do in any other case.
Then she retreated, and the gang grew hushed. I knew she was withdrawing the primary of the implements she would use. I shivered as I assumed what she would possibly decide. May or not it’s a paddle, a flogger, a small whip? She’d began on me with the lengthy single tailed whip final time, so I doubted She’d repeat herself, and even she wasn’t sadistic sufficient to make use of the cane earlier than I used to be good and warmed up.
Or, effectively, I hoped she wasn’t sadistic sufficient.
The primary hit got here with out warning, a stroke throughout each my ass cheeks, flat and stinging. I knew immediately it was her slim picket paddle with the phrase ‘bitch’ carved out of the center.
It ought to actually inform you how effectively acquainted I’m with Miss Crimson that I knew it from the primary stroke. I jerked in opposition to my bondage and let a wordless sound break from my gagged lips, spittle dribbling across the gag as I shifted place.
The paddle landed once more, and once more. A pair on one cheek, then the opposite. A pair of blows angled up, then angled down. I jumped as, with out pause, the subsequent stroke drove powerfully into my now smarting buttocks.
The firehouse, heavy rubber cored with a thick cloth overlaying, all hooked up to a picket deal with. The king of thud.
I did not leap at that, simply tried to twist my legs into my core, and it landed once more. I used to be dimly conscious of extra chatter, cat calls and laughter, however as at all times as soon as Miss Crimson started her work my world shrank to some sq. toes of pores and skin and the efforts she lay on them.
The hose landed a number of extra strokes, pummeling my glutes, earlier than she switched to a flogger. The trailing finish of the leather-based straps landed from my shoulders to the small of my again, and I hung my head. She used two, one in every hand whirling via the air to impression, and I moaned once more, this time with aid. After the depth of the paddle and hose this was nearly form, waves of warmth and vitality flowing down my physique.
Then, a cease. Silence. I lifted my head and exhaled, consciously driving all of the stress and pressure from me in anticipation of the subsequent stroke.
One thing snapped behind me, and I felt the barest contact of air between my shoulder blades. I knew immediately what it was and froze. That was the sound of the lengthy, single tailed whip.
Extra snaps, and now the tip raked my pores and skin. Miss Crimson was a virtuoso with the whip, I would seen her put out candles with out spilling a drop of sizzling wax. The strokes, brilliant sparks of sting that blotted out all the pieces else, landed sharper and sharper, decrease and decrease.
I could not keep away from thrashing as the subsequent set landed throughout my already reddened ass, every crack of the leather-based accompanied by a burst of ache that tore via my focus and resolve. I discovered myself babbling via the gag, wordlessly venting myself, writhing on tiptoes.
Simply as all of the sudden, she stopped. Silence. I relaxed once more, letting the warmth and lingering sting pervade my thoughts as my pores and skin burned from her ministrations. I received my respiratory beneath management, taking in deep and leather-based scented gulps of air via my nostril.
Then I felt it. She was resting a protracted, skinny rod in opposition to my ass, as if promising the place it would land. I could not assist myself, I jerked although it hadn’t really hit me.
A cane isn’t any joke, even to an skilled submissive. I heard extra laughter, nearer, after which the primary actual contact of the cane.
I knew immediately it wasn’t Miss Crimson’s wielding the merciless cane. She knew me front and back, in all probability understood my limits and the turns of my kink higher than me. However this particular person was timid. The primary stroke was hardly greater than a faucet, and the second solely a bit more durable.
Miss Crimson will need to have given them some pointers, as a result of after the house of a deep breath the third hit onerous. I let loose a whine because the wooden crashed into my buttocks, the flash of agony erasing all my dignity without delay. The following one was even more durable, and I began gibbering. I do not know what it will need to have sounded prefer to the viewers, however the wielder of my torment appeared to love it. The following stroke got here at almost the identical spot and simply as onerous. My cock, caged and sure away, bounced as my physique bucked.
My knees bent and hand curled into fists. I shook my head and grunted, misplaced within the flood of adrenaline. There was nothing for a breath, then two, and in the course of the third a brand new stroke of the cane landed. This was the heaviest of all, and I noticed stars inside the darkness of the hood.
I trembled, nearly hanging off the cuffs that held me, totally spent. I used to be mendacity limp for a full twenty seconds earlier than I spotted no extra strokes had come.
Then, fingers. Mushy, caressing fingers rubbing my poor abused butt. I knew from the shortage of lengthy nails it wasn’t Miss Crimson, however I had no thought who else it is likely to be. Ros and Mel would not be doing aftercare, Jaime can be tickling William’s pubes together with his nostril, and Shannon would in all probability be making an attempt to interrupt out extra toys.
The fingers led to arms rubbing ointment from my shoulders to my thighs, tracing the welts of the whip and the bruises of the cane. Then they washed me down with a moist hand towel, heat and calming.
Lastly, I felt the cuffs being unlocked, every padlock in flip being clicked away. I received affirmation that the arms weren’t Miss Crimson’s, as her acquainted sturdy presence helped me off the body because the comfortable arms continued soothing me.
“Now boy, I will take the gag out however not the hood,’ Miss Crimson murmured in my ear, in that rumble of a voice that advised me she was basking within the afterglow of the scene as a lot as I used to be. “You get some water, then are you as much as consuming some pussy?”
I nodded, and I felt the gag’s lock being opened. I rolled my jaw because the gag got here out, savoring the liberty, and to my shock the soothing hand wiped my face with one other, contemporary towel.
“I guess you are questioning who that’s,” Miss Crimson giggled. “Endurance boy. You will know quickly sufficient.”
I nodded, and gulped greedily as a water bottle was introduced to me. The chilly shocked my pores and skin, refreshing each a part of me as I drank.
“Thanks,” I gasped, water dripping down my naked chest. I felt two units of arms, one the talon of Miss Crimson and the opposite the comfortable arms, information me throughout the house.
Now that I wasn’t as distracted, as nearer to the middle of the motion, I might make out particular person voices. Jaime gagging on William’s cock. Tony cooing and egging on Ros. Shannon grunting as somebody or one thing plowed her. My ache had kick-started their evening, and it was removed from over.
I used to be guided after which inspired to lie down on my again with a hand to my chest. I felt the comfortable cushion of the queening bench cradle me, and I smiled. I had really constructed it for Miss Crimson, a strong wooden development with padding. A easy design however effectively carved for max consolation, the place one particular person lay face-up and one other sat on their face. I could not see it, however I might think about the virtually bathroom seat-like opening, my hooded face framed by black cushion.
As I lay, I felt Miss Crimson and her helper restrain me. My cuffs had been locked to eye bolts, a picket inset slid into place to maintain my head nonetheless.
I waited. I did not have to attend lengthy. Quickly I felt somebody take their seat, the sudden scent of musk filling my nostril. I did not hesitate earlier than lifting my head and diving in. A slight click on echoed within the small field as a headrest ratcheted into place, a obligatory lodging for good lengthy classes.
I did not acknowledge the pussy, I knew that without delay. Nearly each vagina that attends Miss Crimson’s play events I’ve dived into at the least a number of instances. This one was naked, which dominated out most, and the form of the labia lips dominated out Sung and Yu. It was dripping moist, however hadn’t been creampied. I would gotten loads of expertise with that too.
I had prided myself on being an enthusiastic, if comparatively inexperienced cunnilingist once I met Miss Crimson. Below her, effectively, tutelage the inexperienced a part of that description vanished.
Quickly, the cunt I used to be licking, slurping, sucking, kissing, and teasing shook and I felt the nice and cozy glow of a job effectively performed. It rose, and one other changed it. I knew Miss Crimson’s snatch very almost from the scent, and one good lick confirmed it. I started once more with gusto, burying my lips into her lips, and was rewarded with a shudder from her.
As soon as Miss Crimson had her orgasm, somebody gave me extra water, then a break. I nearly dozed off, the sounds of debauched laughter and muffled moans performing as a soporific.
Then I felt arms fidgeting with my cock cage. I jerked within the cuffs, and I felt one comfortable hand gently positioned on my abdomen to reassure me.
Now I actually had no thought who it is likely to be. Nearly everybody at Miss Crimson’s events is there as a result of they get a kick from seeing a submissive wrestle.
The arms unlocked the cage, resulting in extra questions, earlier than releasing my aching cock. These comfortable arms stroked and tickled, and in seconds I used to be onerous.
Then somebody sat on the field, from the improper path for it to be the identical one that had comfortable arms. I lifted my head and took a effectively educated lick. ‘Ah, Shannon’, I spotted from the thick bush and robust musk. After a number of extra licks I tasted a salty tang, and knew I used to be sucking a creampie out of her snatch. ‘Positively Shannon,’ I knew. Miss Crimson might need fairly loved getting her boy to wash her out after a tough fucking, however for Shannon it was an integral a part of her play expertise. If there wasn’t another cock proprietor obtainable, she’d even requested Miss Crimson for my keys upon event, so intensely did she wish to get a sizzling load shot into her cunt.
The comfortable arms weren’t very skilled as they made their approach round my cock. Not the arms of a femme twink then, I knew. It wasn’t onerous to maintain myself from coming as I diligently cleaned out the messy snatch earlier than me.
Shannon grunted and rose. She hadn’t cum, however that was by no means the purpose; I used to be fairly positive she might solely come from a fairly sizable penetration or actually intense clitoral stimulation. I returned my consideration to the arms massaging my cock. They had been now softly dealing with my nuts, and gently stroking the shaft.
I used to be shut. Simply being out of the cage was a marvel, and between the lingering impacts, the style of intercourse in my mouth, the environment of an orgy, and the primary hand job I would acquired shortly I used to be nearing my restrict.
It was a take a look at or sport from Miss Crimson after all. A technique to tease me, and both get my lust revved up earlier than icing me down and locking me, or forcing me to blow a load in opposition to her standing orders. Both approach, I used to be helpless in opposition to it.
Then a set of moist lips lined the tip of my cock and a tongue licked the slit. I moaned, and will really feel these lips smile. I used to be screwed.
Simply as I used to be positive I used to be about to shoot my load, a voice simply above the queening field mentioned, “go on boy. You will have my permission.”
I used to be so shocked I nearly forgot to say “Thanks Miss Crimson,” earlier than permitting myself to be carried away as a second lick triggered me to blow up. I hadn’t cum in two weeks, and jet after jet of semen burst into that pretty particular person’s mouth.
They appeared to catch most of it. And in contrast to a few of my expectations of the place that cum would wind up, they will need to have both swallowed it or spit it out someplace, for the mouth vanished. The hand returned to wash me up, then got here the inevitable ice bag and the chilly steel of the chastity cage.
However I used to be nonetheless basking within the glow of it. And by the point my cock was capable of stir and hope for spherical two, one other snatch appeared for me to service. I used to be fairly positive it was Yu’s however it might need been Sung. I used to be fairly misplaced by that time within the evening, adrift in sub house and endorphins.
I nearly fell asleep within the queening field, however was roused to do one final bow. Everybody gave me one good smack on my poor abused ass cheeks, starting from a playful swat that I used to be positive got here from Ros, to a robust spank that would have solely come from Shannon or James.
Solely as soon as her visitors had left, did Miss Crimson take away my hood.
I blinked in opposition to the pink mild of the dungeon lamps, regardless of how low they had been. She smiled and took my chin in her hand. “Did you’ve an excellent time boy?” She requested nearly lazily.
“Very a lot Miss Crimson,” I advised her truthfully. She seemed about as drained and stuffed with afterglow as I used to be.
“Good, let’s get cleaned up. I ordered some Chinese language supply that ought to get her in about 20.” She turned and began to wipe down a few of her gear.
Miss Crimson was a effectively preserved 40, a stunning girl who equaled my peak in flats and towered over me in heels, as she did now. She favored pink in all the pieces; dyed pink hair, pink nails, pink leather-based clothes and pink PVC leggings. She even had pink contact lenses to actually journey out a submissive.
She had an important rack she’d paid good cash for a number of years in the past, and a incredible physique and ass she labored onerous to take care of. I nonetheless might hardly consider I would wound up as her submissive.
Upstairs, tastefully lined by bathrobes and digging into Chinese language supply, she requested me, “did you guess who that was?”
I shook my head no, mouth stuffed with orange rooster. It barely mattered, now that I used to be out of scene. I wasn’t particularly shy about my curiosity in kink, so most of my associates knew I used to be lively in ‘the scene’. If certainly one of them noticed me, hey, it would be weirder for them than for me.
She smirked. “She loved you. You would possibly even play once more. She was a novice however has some potential, calls herself Miss Lilac. Discover something misplaced whereas we had been cleansing up?”
I thought of it. William left a number of hundred {dollars} tucked out of the way in which as a pleasant present, however he at all times did that. There weren’t any leftover underwear or jewellery that I had discovered.
“No,” I mentioned, gulping down.
That smirk grew wider. “Effectively, give it some thought,” she teased.
I thought of urgent her, however I dropped it.
I spent the evening, made her breakfast in mattress and gave Miss Crimson a morning orgasm as was our customized.
As I used to be climbing out of her mattress, wiping her juices from my chin, she mentioned thoughtfully “I will miss this,” as she took a sip of espresso and sighed.
I turned, and simply raised my forehead.
“Oh, nothing,” and that smirk returned. “Simply considering that nothing lasts eternally. You are greater than a decade youthful than me boy; you need to discover a domme your age and present her the ropes. Educate some younger factor how you can actually personal a person.”
I shook my head. “I can not think about one other girl being something such as you, Miss Crimson,” I mentioned, as at all times cautious to make use of her full title.
“Oh, nothing like me,” she waved. “However take into account it. Selection is the spice of life in any case.”
“Do not you normally say that proper earlier than testing some new toy on my ass?” I teased, and we each chuckled.
“Anyway, you’ve one thing immediately, proper?” She mentioned, glancing on the clock.
I adopted her gaze and nodded. “Assembly Sarah for brunch, yeah. See you in a number of days?” I requested.
She nodded, and waved once more to dismiss me.
I used to be nearly late to brunch, which should not have mattered since Sarah was at all times late to all the pieces in her life. However as I entered the Cafe there she was, wearing a lightweight purple sundress accented by a dozen or so items of steel and glass jewellery. She seemed each inch the manic pixie dream lady, bubbly and a bit off placing, slim and petite.
“Hey,” I mentioned as I embraced her. She’d lower her brown hair just lately, leaving only a bob.
“Hey your self,” she smiled and motioned for me to sit down. I did, leaning again and opening my mouth to ask how her journey to Europe had gone.
However one thing caught my eye. It was a key, hiding within the particles of her bohemian necklaces. A metal key with a large, flat base and a slim backbone with one row of very exact sharp tooth.
I knew that key. And all of the sudden I knew what Miss Crimson had meant from the evening earlier than. Not one thing misplaced from the dungeon, however misplaced together with her.
She had not been sporting my chastity key round her neck as she normally did. As a result of that key was dangling from the neck of my oldest childhood pal.
A dozen feelings crossed over themselves without delay as my eyes roved over Sarah. I noticed her arms, nails brief and pores and skin very effectively moisturized. The glint in her eye, playful, as she tracked my very own gaze.
The smile, the identical lopsided smile that meant she had some prank or sport occurring and wished me to play. Solely this time I knew precisely what sport she wished.
My cock throbbed in its cage.
“Effectively, hi there, Miss Lilac,” I mentioned as she leaned in and beckoned me with a finger.