Watch What You Ask For

WATCH WHAT YOU ASK FOR

Part Three… Her experience of submissiveness

Having tentatively accepted the author’s alternative, she prepares for the journey to the S and M club by bathing, dressing for the occasion with the new fetish garb brought back by her fiancé.  A couple hours of basic instructions for her to perform as a submissive are finally followed up by an hour or so drive to the other side of town.  The trip remains virtually silent as their individual thoughts of the upcoming evening are kept mostly to themselves, his of excitement and anticipation while her persuaded commitment’s mixed with an uneasy nervousness, even with the couple Xanax taken earlier without his knowledge. 

Chapter One

Staring out the passenger side into the semidarkness of dusk, she feels the car slowing as it nears the posted entrance of their destination.  The partial silhouette of a large mansion high on a hill in the background, the sight of the foreboding opening gate of the driveway heightens her misgivings, her thoughts dwelling more and more on the author, actually his graphic stories of just this type of place that they’ve agreed for her to submit herself too.  She also realizes that her first authentic submissive experience is about to begin in earnest as they slowly pass what appears to be the guard shack as the gate closes ominously behind them.

Her new garb binding, uncomfortable to say the least, she reaches above the rim of the corset, reflexively cups, lifts her firm, bare breasts outward.  Gently caressing her globes bulging across the top of the boned hemline beneath the spread trench coat, she senses the nubs of her nipples responding from her circling thumbs, even as her stomach continues to churn. 

Still silence, the car navigates the winding driveway, the secluded drive from the city having taken a better part of an hour.  Slowly passing the covering trees, shrubs lining either side of the winding brick drive, the clearing in front of the veranda’s lit up out of the darkness in front of the ivy covered aged brick façade.  Even more imposing close up, its numerous leaded pane windows appear ominously shadowed from the dark curtains drawn from within, all so much like described in his more sadistic tales.

The black Lexus slowing to a stop at the curb behind several other obviously more expensive vehicles, they momentarily glance into each other’s eyes, his unable to conceal his excited anticipation, hers showing the signs of her trepidation as he reaches across the seat, unwraps the waist strap, spreading her trench coat open he slips her hands down away from her breasts.  Almost anxiously placing his index finger up across her lips, he whispers.  “You know how hard it is to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut!... Now remember the instructions… Silence and obedience… At all times…. Okay?”  Staring into her eyes, reaching toward her, gripping and sliding her hands down into her coat pockets, he continues.  “Now… You look beautiful… Perfect… I can’t wait to show you off!... Ready?”

Glancing into her uncertain eyes, reaching across, cupping a bare breast, he smiles.  “Tease ‘em a little with these big titties of yours… Have some fun… Show ‘em off!... You know I’m not going to let anything really happen to you in there, don’t you?”  Tweaking the nipple, another grin, he adds.  “Now then… Arch those shoulders back real good and keep your hands in your pockets with the coat spread wide when we get out… Remember one of the rules… You’re not allowed to conceal yourself from anyone.”

Giving a nervous nod, then almost startled by the sound of one of the valets opening the door on her side of the car, she senses the eyes already on her as she turns, twists in her short trench coat brushing across her breasts as she nervously steps out of the warm car and onto the brick circular drive.  Several uniformed young men attending to the cars, a doorman on the stoop, all are obviously drawn toward her as she embarrassingly glances around.  Anxiously obeying her fiancé’s instructions, taking a deep breath of cool air as her heart pounds in her chest, she arches her shoulders back, hesitantly but obediently spreads the coat apart from the bottom up exposing the black garters and fishnet stockings adorning her toned thighs.  Another nervous breath as she feels the crisp night air brushing across her naked flesh, she lowers her eyes before spreading the coat even further, revealing her bared pubic mound along with her glistening legs down to her defined calves, her embarrassment obvious.

Hearing a couple whispers, a lewd murmur or two, feeling the warmth blushing across her face, she silently stands beside the car in her matching six inch heels, hands still clenched, fingers gripping the insides of the pockets as her fiancé steps from the driver’s door, glances toward her over the roofline.  Sensing his stare, taking another deep breath, she spreads the coat even wider as she nibbles on her lower lip, her bare breasts jaunting outward, the areolas shriveling, nipples hardening while pressing toward one another as the spreading cloth coat material contours around the curves of her globular mounds, exposing them to the elements.  Hearing a number of obvious lewd remarks from the valets, still staring downward between her bared breasts, toward her feet, she obediently waits for her fiancé.  Glancing upward toward the imposing double entry doors of the imposing structure as he circles the Lexus to step in front of her she again  takes a couple deep breathes.

       Remaining a step or so behind him, cautiously maneuvering several wide, curved stone steps, reaching a short landing in her tall stilettos, she finds herself entering inside the circular foyer furnished in the Victorian style period, its curved walls spiraling upwards to the decorative ceiling twenty, maybe twenty five feet above the checkered marble floor.  The area in foreboding shadows, the dim lighting appears to set the tone, even in the occupied hallways leading toward different directions into the facility.  A counter not unlike one in a finer restaurant off to one side, a formally attired man standing behind it nods at their arrival, glances down through his glasses toward the pad under the reading lamp with pencil in hand.  Their ‘reservations’ being quickly acknowledged for the evening, she stands just off from her fiancé as they listen to the man’s slightly accented and firm voice overriding the immediate silence.

“The name of you and your submissive has been withheld by request of your sponsor for the evening’s activities for your privacy.”  He instructs before glancing past the fiancé, nodding directly toward her open coat, bared breasts.  Slowly eyeing her up and down, he lowers his spectacles partially across the bridge of his nose with one hand while adding.  “Tonight you will be known simply as “O” and nothing else…”O”… Should be easy enough to remember… Like in the classic Pauline Reage literature… You will answer obediently to “O” or be punished… During however long we determine your stay with us will be, you are “O” while in our presence… Understand?”

Struggling not to speak out at the redundancy of his remarks, emotions mixed, wanting in the worst way to tell him she’s been promised that they’ll leave whenever the fuck she decides too, instead she just gives a reflexive nod toward her fiancé as he turns, reaches out for her coat sleeves.  His eyes not meeting hers, she can’t help noticing the anticipating expression on his face while a pair of the valets steps behind her carrying the cuffs and collar in the bag, her tension mounting as she realizes her ordeal’s beginning in earnest.  Allowing her hands to be lifted from her pockets, sensing an already approaching gathering from the corridors into the foyer around them as she allows herself to be turned around, remains motionless as her tan coat’s roughly stripped from her bowing shoulders.

More then a couple murmurs from the encircling group breaks the silence as her pendulous breasts jaunt outward, bouncing, freely swaying as they overflow above the wisp of her black corset while the rest of her olive toned naked body’s totally revealed down to her black fishnet stockings.  Realizing her shaven pubic mound, her vagina’s also getting plenty of attention she senses the warmth of her face immediately blushing again as she reflexively presses her thighs together, lowers her eyes.

Directing her attention away from the onlookers and toward the black and white tiled floor while still hearing the murmurs picking up from the obviously impressed group, the sight of her virtual nudeness draws further scrutiny, even more so as she finds herself being twisted about while her wrists are cuffed behind her back.  She can’t help sensing the reality of the situation, the starkness, the chill of the foreboding atmosphere as her flesh tingles from the Goosebumps rising across her bare breasts separating, spreading even further out above the seemingly ever tightening corset constricting her waist.

Feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat escalating in her chest along with the queasiness in her churning stomach as she forces herself to remain silent and stare downward, she feels the black leather strap being wrapped around and affixed just above her elbows.  Tugged tightly, her swaying breasts are humiliatingly forced to jaunt even further outward with each jerk, separating and jiggling, the tanned nipples dancing high on her chest as her shoulders are forced to bow, arch back.  Sensing the continuous warmth of her face as she again glimpses the circling onlookers, a leather neck length chocker collar is slipped around her throat as her chin’s forced upward.  Secured with a leader leash attached to the front of the black collar holding her head straight forward while a bright red rubber ‘O’ ring is forced to squeeze inside her mouth, she feels  it’s black straps firmly fastened behind her neck.

Lips spread painfully wide, stretching around the firm rubber circle; she senses the initial traces of saliva already trickling from her yawning mouth down across her bare flesh.  Surrounded by the emergent group, the looped end of the leash is handed to the receptionist as her fiancé unexpectedly steps aside, back out of her sight.

“Time to begin her tour.”  The man instructs as he nods past her, toward her fiancé. Glancing back toward her, he adds.  “Don’t worry… He’ll meet up with us again…  It’ll just be a little later… After you’re prepared!”

Without warning she finds herself stumbling forward, unable to look back from the collar for her fiancé, the only person she knows as she’s led flushed face through the curious gathering, being displayed basically naked while awkwardly following the man from behind into the bowels of the old Victorian style building, a building seemingly way to large to be just a mansion, more like an old sanitarium.

Beginning their walk from shadowy room to shadowy room amongst the various accumulating members of the club, even with the surreal feelings of what’s happening to her, she can’t help observing that the somewhat scattered groups consist of mainly couples, mostly what appears to be male Doms with a number of them being accompanied by their obedient female subs.  Her compressed stomach churning, twisting in knots, she mentally chastises herself for agreeing to submit to something obviously so far out of their league, something obviously way more then just play acting and now, especially with the unexpected disappearance of her fiancé.  The hollowed, stoic expressions of some of the silent submissive’s sending chills up her spine, the gravity of her situation’s becoming clearer to her as the effects of her Xanax have diminished.

Still being led by the jerking leash, the attention she’s already receiving’s humiliating, bordering on sinister as she’s more then worried about being separated from her fiancé.  Trying to avoid the lewd stares while it’s obvious to her that she can’t ignore the overwhelmingly crude comments, her apprehension mounts with the collection of ominous strangers as she nervously shuffles behind the man.  

Keeping her gaze downward to block out the surroundings as much as possible, glancing between her spreading breasts thrust out across her restrictive corset, she tries to focus her eyes no higher then the leash with her chin forced upward by the leather formed chocker collar.  Finding the atmosphere more and more ominous the deeper they disappear into the vast mansion, actually even more physically chilling and damp, she can’t prevent the constant traces of saliva stringing down, glistening across her tanned bare breasts from the bight red ‘O’ ring that’s forming her matching red lips into a near perfect oval.  Stumbling along as the leader leash alternates tugging, slackening from the tight fitting collar, she senses hands, fingers beginning to disgustedly touch her bare flesh from the sides, from behind as they slowly pass through the ogling crowd.

Arms tingling, numbing as they arch back from her bowing shoulders compressed in the tight straps, she can sense her thick tight braid of slicked back hair brushing back and forth between her strapped elbows.  Palms offered outward beneath her wrist cuffs, her flexing fingers nervously brushing across the curving mounds of her bare buttocks, she tries to somehow cover, to protect the crack of her butt cheeks from the roving fingers.  Starkly sensitive that she appears almost more then naked, the matching but unbroken-in black leather and latex outfit she’s wearing, what there is of it, presses into her bare flesh, her stomach condensed inside the clinging material.

At times returning quick piercing glances toward the onlookers as she feels their fingers beginning to not only touch her breasts, but also probe between her thighs, she’s more and more reminded how vulnerable she is.  Her only covering clothing, the looping boned top of the diminutive cinching corset rides up her hollowed stomach to just below the edge of her defined ribcage while the boned bottom hem of the material rides well above the curves of her hips. The taut material in front stretching downward to just below her navel cinches her waistline to no more then twenty inches, not only accentuating her otherwise naked body but forcing her to struggle for shallow, rasping breaths.

Led ever deeper into the building, her cold, saliva spattered breasts formed into firm globular mounds; humiliatingly stand outright off her bare chest as her torments both mentally and physically escalate as she steps through the hallways.  The wide spreading dark areolas having become unprotected targets of what’s becoming an occasional tweaking fingernail, she can only reflexively twist, bend or grunt as her shoulders are forced back by the straps.  Keeping her buttocks awkwardly likewise to try to at least protect her shaven slit from the mounting probing fingers, she tries to mentally block out the occasional tweak as she struggles to keep her eyes focused downward.  Allowing herself to be slowly led further and further into the bowels of the mansion her anxiety mounting, she’s still mostly apprehensive of where she’s being led and what’s in store for her. 

Almost a half hour ticking slowly by, she’s forced to continue their journey from what seems like one endless room after another.  Intermingling and vocally abused by both men and women alike, even with her mounting trepidation she can’t help noticing that of all the other subs, none so far has been presented with such revealing outfits as hers; actually nowhere near.  A partial nipple exposed here and there, showing a piercing stud, maybe a tattoo, even one with what appears to be a branding, there’s not another female outfitted nearly as humiliating as her own attire revealing virtually everything.  Each minute becoming even more unnerving, the tour of the first floor of the mansion seemingly eerily endless and filled with ogling eyes and roving hands, she’s aggravated, anxious and unfortunately helpless from the continuous abuse, all just adding to the more then surreal atmosphere.

Chapter Two

Finally stepping into yet another crowded room like so many of the others, having so far noticed that there’s less then a handful of female Dominatrix accompanied by their male subs intermingling, she notices a female Dom with her submissive standing out from the crowd, seemingly as exposed as her, even more so.  Also followed by a considerable contingent, she’s leading her male sub with a leash stretching outward, attached somewhere down between his thighs.  Tall and muscular, wearing only a black satin mask over his dark brown eyes piercing out from the pair of oval cutouts, he’s literally standing out from the rest, stark naked and with his enormous privates swaying out in full view.

Gawking toward his dark portentous presence following beyond the Dom, herself strikingly attractive in a harsh sort of way while attired in the stereotypical black leather Mistress outfit, ‘O’ tries to maintain the appearance of not staring down toward his enormous attributes.  Briefly glancing away from the couple as she feels the tug on her own leash, the man leading her toward the pair, she finds herself nearly stumbling face forward, barely catching herself as she momentarily stares down between her swaying breasts toward the carpet, but then again quickly back to between his muscular thighs.

Having doubts as to if what she’s staring at could even possibly be real, she senses the warmth of her face obviously blushing as she’s mesmerized by the size of the thick erect penis standing practically upright above the glistening silver leader chain attached to a matching band tightly squeezed around his engorged, purplish scrotum.  The thoughts flashing through her mind, she can’t help realizing how the glistening cock’s length and girth rivals the description of the stranger’s in the author’s tale, a good couple inches larger then her fiancé’s own quite large manhood.  And, actually even his athletic appearance, the broad shoulders, the Pecs, his rippling thighs, all seems out of the story, and belonging to her ravaging stranger.  On the other hand, she can’t help thinking he seems so oddly out of place with his rugged good looks to be someone’s sub.

Again her stomach churning, her chest pounding, quickly glancing around, she realizes he’s receiving as many stares as she is.  His hands cuffed behind his back in chains, chest thrust outward, thick, overly large metal nipple rings glistening on his hairless chest; a brilliantly colored dragon tattoo stands out just below his left shoulder as he’s led toward them.  Unable to stop staring down toward his crotch as they step even closer, she’s struck by the sparkle, the thick, double balled stud affixed through his swollen shaft just behind the enormous crown oozing a trace of fluid.  Watching the surreal pulsing movement of the glistening stud, she can’t help to wonder just how painful that had to have been when applied, driven through his cock.  Briefly glancing upward at his broad silhouette, even with his huge physic he’s not so tall above her with her six inch heels.

The room becoming deafly quite, she senses the chill up her spine, the hair raising on the back of her neck as she notices’ his dark piercing eyes through the narrow slots of the black mask, almost evil, not blank like many of the other submissive’s.  Lewdly glaring downward, obviously transfixed onto her overflowing breasts, she realizes he’s silently staring just as strongly at her bare breasts, her quivering nipples as she’d been at his chained cock.

“Evening!”

The woman’s voice firm, almost startling in the quietness of the area, more then a hint of a foreign accent, she’s also staring obviously toward ‘O’s breasts.  Speaking directly to the man first, she adds.  “So I finally meet her!... The girl in his latest tale… And tonight she is ‘O’… I’ve heard so much about her already by our mutual friend, who by the way sent me some fantastic photos of her over the club’s website!”  Nodding toward ‘O’s reddening face, her unexpected knowledge of photos being spread across the internet showing in her expression, the Dom glances back toward the man, continues.  “I guess she didn’t know, huh?... Oh well… Anyway… It’s obvious who’s been sent here tonight to get her brains fucked out by my boy’s monstrous cock, isn’t it?”

Another glance toward  ‘O’s bare breasts quickly followed by a glance down toward her submissive’s cock as she gives the leash a harsh jerk, the Dom glances around at some of the collecting group and adds.  “My oh my!… Just look who we’ve brought with us to copulate in front of everyone tonight… The girl with the biggest set of titties and my boy with the biggest cock in the house… And both from the newest story line!... And we have ‘em both right here together in the same room right now, huh?”  Looking around toward ‘O’s cuffed wrists, back up toward her deeply blushing face, she sarcastically glances toward the man as she checks the bindings.  “May… I?”  She slowly, patronizingly asks even as she reaches out, begins to manipulate the strap as her leader leash’s end loops around her wrist, the opposite end still dangling off her submissive’s privates.

Not even waiting for an answer, she first unties the strap binding ‘O’s elbows, and then undoes a single wrist cuff.  Raising ‘O’s arms upward, lifting both elbows high above her head, fastening the free cuff back on the wrist, securing both wrists to the back of the chocker collar, she smiles as she watches the nipples jiggling, the globular melons separating as they rise higher across ‘O’s arching chest.  Looping the strap behind the collar, crossing the dangling ends around and in front of her armpits, tugging back, forcing her shoulders to bow further back, her elbows to spread apart above her head, she tugs the ends of the strap together thrusting ‘O’s already substantial breasts even further outward.  Ignoring the grunts, the whimpers coming from the glistening red ‘O’ ring drooling saliva as she gives another couple brisk tugs, fastening the strap’s ends to the same ring on the back of ‘O’s collar, she checks the tenseness of the bindings as she watches the set of heaving breasts bounce, sway, slap together before finally coming to rest practically pointing in opposite directions out above the miniscule corset.

A satisfactory nod, she runs a fingernail slowly down across ‘O’s right breast, looping the finger around the puckered nipple, letting the pointed tip sink into the tan flesh. Tracing the manicured red polished nail inward, downward into the saliva crisscrossing in multiple defined streaks through the widened valley separating both thrust out globes, sliding the long tip of the nail around the left areola, poking it playfully into that puckered nub, she nods again toward the man as her finger sinks into the tit flesh.  “See… Aren’t they much better separated way out on her chest like this?… Totally unobstructed?”

Slipping her hands beneath, cupping both breasts, glancing toward the numerous small bruises across the rounded globes, she slowly shakes her head back and forth as she smirks.  “Oh my!... Just look at all these little bruises from pinch marks!...  I see you’ve been introduced in the other rooms, haven’t you dear?”   Glancing back toward the man, she continues.  “Anyway… Pushed out like they are now… Just makes these big ‘ol titties that much more assessable for anything you want to do with them!... Don’t you agree?”  Dropping her hands, smacking both globes at the same time, watching the swaying breasts slap together, spread apart, she again cups the bouncing melons, holds them still before she slowly draws her hands back away before adding.  “Together or separate… Watch!”  A quick slap of the left breast, watching it bobble, gently sway, followed by another slap of the right with the same result and she nods toward the fiancé.  “See what I mean?”    

Staring back into ‘O’s welling eyes, the tone suddenly becomes more serious, sinister.  “Look at me… Listen up… My boy was brought here for one reason tonight… To mount and fuck you in real life for the member’s amusement… Pretty much like in the story you’re featured in!... Yes… He’s going to titty fuck you first and then explore all three of your orifices… Each and every one of them one at a time… He’s going to fuck them until he cums in each one separately!... Then all over you while you hang there naked, just like in the story!”  Watching ‘O’s eyes widening, her face maintaining a reddish glow, she continues.  “He’s going to entertain the members with his abilities to have multiple orgasms… You’re going to be displayed quite nicely for him too… Naked of course!... Like in the story… But you’ll be expected to do your share while he does his or I’ll be right there to coach you along…. Painfully coach you along…. Understand?”

Wide-eyed, her eyes darting around, the story flashing through her mind, scanning for the sight of her fiancé, ‘O’ can barely grunt an inaudible reply through her drooling gag as she feels her nipple being compressed between the Dom’s fingernail and thumbnail, then just as quickly released.  Whimpering again as she feels the lasting effects of the harshness of the fingernails impression, saliva trickles off her chin, her eyes darting back down toward the sub’s thick manhood appearing to continue to swell as it flexes above the leader leash.  Smiling, the Dom staring down toward the huge shaft, then quickly between ‘O’s thighs, warns.  “I think you’re attracted to this big ‘ol cock of his, aren’t you dear?… I certainly hope that cunt of yours can stretch as big as those titties there or he’s going to get blood all over that thing of his!”

Feeling her heart pounding deep inside her chest, ‘O’ can’t help staring downwards, doubting it could possibly penetrate her without tearing her vagina, and even worse, thinking of her rectum, she’s never been anally penetrated before, ever!  Emitting more muffled grunts, glancing wildly back and forth for the sight of her fiancé, back toward the Dom, then down toward the throbbing cock again; she can’t believe the threats, what’s in store for her, how much of that story she’s going to be forced to mimic!

Turning with more then a smirk then a smile, the Dom glances sharply into ‘O’s eyes as she gives another harsh tug on the leash, the sub’s cock smacking across ‘O’s bare thigh as he’s made to step even closer.  Giving off what sounds almost like a childish giggle while slowly nodding, turning her head she slips a forefinger down across ‘O’s bare pubic mound.

Fingering, flicking the tip of the hidden clit for just a couple moments, she lifts the girth of his cock in the palm of her hand, rubs the engorged crown up and down against the puffy lips of ‘O’s parting labium, forces the oozing head to press past the spreading folds and against the exposed nub.  Rubbing the crown firmly up and down three, four times, she smacks the thick shaft causing it to bounce away, slip down between ‘O’s thighs leaving a drool of sticky fluid across her glistening, spreading puffy flesh.

Squinting her eyes, turning her head away while feeling the warmth of his manhood pressed across her shaven vagina, sensing it pulse as it’s pressed forward between her spreading cuntlips, the swollen head rubbed across her tingling clit, she struggles to hold back a moan as saliva drools from the mouth gag.  Shoulders twitching, breasts swaying above the corset, she inhales a harsh breath through her flaring nostrils as her thighs reflexively presses together, an attempt to squeeze tight, but unable to keep the shaft pressed across her surprisingly responding clit. 

“Yes… It looks to me like he just might rip you wide open, girl!... Let’s see.”  She smirks as she lets a fingertip probe into the quivering tight slit up to a knuckle, twisting back and forth, her thumb pressing across the responding, engorged clit as the moistness clings to her finger.

“Let’s see here… Damn!… This really is a kind of tight pussy, and … And what’s this?... Why it feels to me like its kind’a getting a little wet too… Isn’t it?”  Stroking a single finger, then two, finally three up to their second knuckles, she smirks.  “Yes… That’s better… Much… That tight little hole does stretch out wider with a little help, doesn’t it?”  The Dom practically giggles as she works her fingers, watches ‘O’ twist, sees her still squinting eyes somewhat glazing as she bends forward, her bare breasts swaying above the corset as the fingers press, twist in and out, scraping across the nub of ‘O’s engorging clit.

Sliding her hand away, holding her glistening fingers up, smiling toward the group’s obviously enthralled expressions, the Dom smirks.  “Wow!... What a tight little wet cunt… And for such big ‘ol titties bouncing around up there, too!... And, my!... Just look how hard those nipples are getting!”

Turning toward her sub’s cock, yanking the leash upwards, spreading her hand, she’s only able to partially encircle his throbbing shaft with her index finger and thumb as she slips her hand backwards toward his thighs, stretching back the foreskin in her grip.  Slowly shaking her head back and forth as she glances back toward ‘O’, catching the disbelief in her glazing eyes staring at the swollen, oozing crown throbbing, twitching, pointed directly at her, she smiles while slowly nodding her head back and forth, barely whispering.  “Ouch!... He’s going to hurt you with this monster, isn’t he?... Those studs will feel exuberating ripping back and forth inside that cunt of yours, too… I know!”

Giving a couple of rapid back and forth harsh strokes of her fingers across the swelling shaft, a mounting drool of creamy fluid oozes from the tip of the engorging crown as she hesitates, glances into ‘O’s riveted eyes once again.  “I usually have to use both hands on him when I milk this thing… When I do allow him to cum occasionally.”  A couple more jerking strokes as the tips of her fingernails dig into the stretching foreskin, the thick purple veins jaggedly visible, swelling as his cock pulses, she adds.   “That’s between these exhibitions once in a while, when he’s been good… Real good for me!”

A slight giggle, letting his cock bounce free as she releases her grip, again a knowing smile while turning her head back away, toward the man with the leash, she points toward a wide staircase, nods.  “Come along to the room upstairs in a couple minutes so we can prepare her for the group… And by the way… It seems everyone’s responded for tonight’ show… I guess they all love the storyline… And I think they’ve all seen the photos of her on our website!”   Another glance toward ‘O’, she nods. “If you’d be so kind as to let me have control of her for the rest of the evening once she’s upstairs… Then I can get her ready for my boy… Show her what I’ve got to help keep her motivated if need be.”

Another glance into ‘O’s welling eyes, she adds.  “There’s a nice platform with bondage pillars up there reserved just for you tonight… For all night if we want… It can be surrounded by the members while he rides you in various positions like in your story.”  Another glance toward the stairs, slowly shaking her head back and forth, she steps over, acknowledges another group of her friends as she gives a brisk yank of the chain.  Her sub’s eyes staring menacingly into ‘O’s as he obediently turns, the warmth of his oozing cock scrapes forcefully across ‘O’s cold, bare leg.

Feeling like her heart’s pounding out of her chest from the alarming comments, even more from the sensations of his enormous manhood being pressed across her thigh, his hot secretions clinging across her bare flesh, ‘O’ can’t help continuing to stare down at that enormous cock visibly throbbing, seeming to grow even larger, even as he turns and walks away.  Swollen into at least a twelve inch long shaft, its engorged head jiggling, oozing as he steps away, the silver stud‘s balls glisten behind either side of the swollen crown.

Feeling her knees weakening, her own body quivering, the sounds of anticipating voices rising around her, she finally takes her eyes from between the sub’s thighs.  Gazing down, then around from the rim of the stiff leather collar she embarrassingly notices her own nipples are even thicker, harder on her puckering areolas as she senses the warmth spreading across her still reddened face once again.  Glancing around, she quickly realizes how many people are surrounding them, climbing the staircase, listening, watching, obviously ready for the show, anxious to see their naked bodies mounted together like in the tale on the website.

Her leash jerked, she finds herself almost pleadingly grunting, whining while following the man from behind.  Passing through the group, she can’t block the thoughts of the early storyline flashing through her mind, the fantasizing of that huge cock consuming her.  Now after actually seeing, and then feeling such a monstrous cock against her bare flesh, the feeling’s almost indescribable.  Still feeling the initial overwhelming shear terror of being brutalized, yet somehow she senses something else too, almost as overwhelming.  Sensing her body’s physical reaction to the threat seeming somehow much different, she realizes her thickened nipples seem to almost ache to be touched, manipulated while she humiliatingly realizes the stickiness between her thighs isn’t just his as it traces down her inner thigh.   And, the churning in her stomach caused by fear, somehow similar but heightened sensations are spreading deeper inside, much deeper, clear up through her womb.  As they reach the bottom of the stairs she finds her heart pounding, and not just from fear.

More drool flowing from the ’O’ ring, her chest glistening with trails of saliva, her breasts bouncing as she awkwardly climbs the staircase, a steady stream traces downward across her sternum onto the top edge of the dampening corset.  Staring up toward the back of the man’s head as she feels the leader chain tugged again and again, she can see the light reflecting from the double doors opened at the top of the landing, more of the crowd gathering across the second floor, awaiting, anticipating her arrival and workout.  She can only wonder where her fiancé is as she also thinks of the huge cock waiting for her.

End Part Three