Learning the Dance

Mandy

 

“So, what happens now?”

 

Dominic laughed. “We will start slowly. You still have no idea where you are headed, and there is no point trying to do everything at once. First, we will have a drink.”

 

At that moment the large man entered again, carrying a tray that held two glasses and a decanter. “Michael,” said Dominic “Meet Jaffa. Jaffa is one of our oldest and most trusted employees. He knows as much about this business as myself, and his advice is treasured.”

 

Jaffa placed the tray on the table, and Michael shook his hand. “Welcome, sir.” said Jaffa. “I will be very pleased to work with you.”

 

“Thank you,” said Michael as Jaffa poured them both a glass of Cognac. The two men toasted their future together while Jaffa stood. When they were finished, Jaffa refilled their glasses somewhat higher and then left the room, leaving the tray and the bottle behind on the table.

 

As the door closed Dominic began to speak, but Michael interrupted: “Why not let Jaffa run things?”

 

“A good idea, Michael, except that Jaffa is not capable of carrying through on all parts of the training. Jaffa can do a great deal, but there are times in a slave's training when it is essential that she be sexually dominated by her trainer. Jaffa is a eunuch. This makes him a poor trainer but the ideal assistant - completely trustworthy.” Dominic's eyes were sparkling again.

 

“It would be best, I think, to give you a short demonstration. Jaffa will bring Mandy along shortly.”

 

Michael's cock stirred once again at the sound of the girl's name. He adjusted his position on the chair, and Dominic laughed again. “I see that Mandy has had an effect on you. She is a special girl. Quite special, as you will see.”

 

At this point the door opened, and Mandy entered the room. This time Michael was not afraid to stare. Mandy had her hair done differently. It was completely in curls that hung softly to frame her face. She wore little makeup except a touch around her eyes. A light blue silk dress clung to her skin, revealing clearly that she wore nothing else. Her breasts were covered, but the fabric clung so tightly that they formed two separate mounds on her chest that jiggled promisingly as she approached the table in between the two men. Michael watched her nipples. There is something incredibly exciting about seeing a woman and knowing that soon you will see her naked.

 

She was looking at Dominic as she approached, but gave Michael a quick and apprehensive glance before arriving in front of the low table. Stopping, she lowered herself until she was on her knees, and then settled down further, her shapely ass coming to rest on the heels of her bare feet. Then she raised her arms above her head and arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Her hands came to rest finally at the back of her neck, elbows out. She held her head high but her eyes were downcast. She remained still, her breasts rising and falling slowly with her breathing, and said nothing.

 

“You were saying that the breasts in the picture were larger than life? Are you so sure now?” Dominic reached forward and squeezed the nearest one from below, causing it to bulge upwards under the silk. He was smiling at Michael, but Michael could not take his eyes off the girl and her magnificent breasts. Even as Dominic let go, they stood well out from her chest, massive, the upper slopes convex, the nipples jutting out proudly. And the rest of her body was slim and fit but voluptuous as well. Michael's mouth was open and his eyes were large as they roamed up and down the girl’s body.

 

“Mandy is a slave, Michael. She is a very special slave, but it should be clear that her only duty in life is to please her master.”

 

“Watch.” Dominic rose to his feet and moved the table carefully to one side so that there was a space in front of Mandy. Then he stood in front of the girl, looking down. Reaching, he unzipped his pants and swiftly took out his penis, which was erect and hovered in front of Mandy's face.

 

Michael was transfixed.  He had not seen another man’s erect cock since he was a kid, and he could not take his eyes off it.  It looked so lewd, shivering there above that beautiful upturned face. He leaned forward to get closer, and became aware of his own cock straining inside his pants. He had a brief feeling of pride that his was as big, and perhaps even a bit thicker.

 

“Mandy loves my cock.”

 

It was true. Mandy's eyes were focused in on the head, and followed it as Dominic, his hand on his hips, slowly moved it from side to side in front of her. Dominic led her all the way to the point where she faced Michael, her eyes still focused in on the member directly in front of her. Michael could not believe the simple beauty of that face. He looked again at the large soft eyes, full but delicate lips, and smooth young complexion. Her expression was calm and attentive – she seemed happy.

 

“Take.” The order was sharp. Mandy's mouth opened wide, and her eyes closed briefly as she moved her head forward to envelop the round end of Dominic's shaft. Then she moved her head back and around so that she could slide him in all the way, burying her nose in the pubic hairs that emerged from his pants. Then she moved out again, letting Dominic's glistening shaft emerge slowly from her lips. At this point her eyes opened, and she looked up at him. In all this time her hands had remained behind her neck, and now she made an effort to push her elbows back even further. Her face moved back until the head began to emerge, and at that point her pink tongue moved out to caress the underside. Expertly, she was able to hold the shaft steady with her upper lip while her tongue rasped gently underneath, her soft wide eyes all the time looking up at Dominic.

 

“What you are seeing here, Michael, is an extremely well trained slave.” Dominic still had his hands on his hips, and was now looking at Michael. Michael sat back in his chair.

 

“She has been with us for three years. During this time she has been devoted entirely to me, her Master. She is my slave.” Dominic looked down at Mandy again and smiled. Then, almost absentmindedly, he took his penis in his hand and held it above Mandy's uptilted face. She was beaming up at him, acknowledging his smile. Her eyes were wide and happy. She kept her mouth open and her tongue still rested against her lower lip. After a moment Dominic brought his cock down against her cheek -- not hard: it was almost with affection. There was a wet slapping noise. He continued, slapping both cheeks, her mouth, her eyes.

 

“You see that Mandy is content in her status. She desires only to please her Master, and she is happy to be here and to see her Master being entertained.”

 

Dominic reached to his waist and undid his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Stepping back, he removed them completely and calmly started folding them in his hands.

 

Michael was still transfixed by the scene. So many strange things had been happening to this point in the day that having another man half naked in front of him did not cause him any real embarrassment. More than anything, Michael just felt completely out of his element. His fantasies, detailed and exciting as they were, gave him no preparation for this reality. He had no idea what to do. He watched Dominic move to place his pants on the chair, and then he looked at the girl and her breasts once again. Then as Dominic turned, his erection hovering once more above Mandy's face, Michael realized that Dominic was not expecting him to do or say anything. He should just watch. “All right,” he decided. “Let's see what happens next.”

 

Dominic entered her mouth once again, pumping slowly inside her for a few moments. Then he withdrew, his cock hard and glistening. Turning, he faced away from Mandy and spread his legs. Then he bent over to place his hands on his knees. “There are many ways that a slave can show her affection for her master,” he said to Michael. “This is one of my favorites.”

 

Mandy clearly knew what to do. She brought her hands forward to gently spread Dominic's cheeks with her thumbs. Her head moved forward, and Michael saw her pink tongue reach out, pointing for its target. Tipping her head back, Mandy buried her face in Dominic's flesh.

 

“Ahh!” Dominic's groan was heartfelt. “She has the most wonderful tongue!”

 

Mandy's eyes were closed as she concentrated on her Master's pleasure. Her hands fell away from his buttocks now that her tongue had found its mark. She brought one around his thighs to reach for him while the other went between his legs to cradle his balls gently. Both her hands began to caress him softly, her fingers moving like spider legs across his skin.

 

Dominic's hips were rocking slowly as he continued speaking to Michael. “Mandy is trained to respond to the movements of my sphincter. When I push out, she sharpens her tongue and drives it as deeply as she can into me. Then when I close up, I can draw her tongue inside me. Ahhh! Like this!”

 

Mandy's face was tipped back and pressed deeply into Dominic's cheeks. Her neck was outstretched, and Michael could see the muscles working in her throat. Underneath, she continued to caress Dominic's balls, and her other hand was now wrapped around his cock, gently stroking in and out. Dominic's eyes were closed -- he was lost in his own world. Mandy was crouching underneath him on her knees, her head pushing up between his legs. She nestled his balls gently against her chin as her tongue continued to work inside him.

 

Suddenly Dominic cried out and pulled forward, leaving Mandy with her tongue waving in the air. Turning swiftly, Dominic took his cock in hand and held it over the young girl's face. Immediately a stream of sperm erupted into the air, landing in a while trail on Mandy's forehead, nose, and lips. Her tongue was still out, and it reached up to touch just below the opening of Dominic's cockhead as a second spurt filled her nostrils and dribbled into her mouth. Her eyes opened, blinking away some fluid that had landed there, and then she smiled up at Dominic, her tongue still rubbing him. Another dollop emerged, running down her tongue and into her mouth.

 

After a moment, Dominic lifted his cock higher and at the same time reached behind his balls to goose out the last drips. He moved over Mandy's upturned face, dotting her cheeks with white drops. His legs were spread wide. Beneath him, Mandy once again brought her hands up behind her head and arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward.

 

Finally, Dominic stepped back, leaving Mandy with her tongue still pointing into the air. Her face was covered with white streaks and dots that were slowly oozing downwards. As Michael watched, a large glob reached the edge of her chin and started to flow more swiftly down her neck. Michael noted that Mandy did not swallow. She kept a white pool in her open mouth, where it covered the base of her  tongue. One of her nostrils was filled, and a big glob drooled out as she breathed.

 

“I think a woman looks her best when she has cum on her face. Don't you?” Dominic turned to reach once again for his trousers, but then seemed to have a second thought. He moved over to a cupboard in the wall, taking off his shirt as he went. For a moment he was completely naked, but then he took out a beautiful long silk dressing gown and put it on. He took another one out of the closet, and gave it to Michael, who was still feeling somewhat stunned on the couch. “Put this on -- you'll feel much more comfortable.”

 

Michael mumbled out something like a “Thank you,” and rose unsteadily to his feet. He felt uncomfortable having to undress, especially with his rampant cock about to erupt from his jeans. But he removed his jacket and tie and then, as he looked down at the girl's upturned face, another feeling

-- darker and more confident -- began to grow within him. Incredibly, his cock grew even larger as he undid his belt and opened his fly. He was standing in front of the girl, watching her stained face and the slight trembles of her tongue. Leaving his pants partly down and the head of his cock bursting from the top of his shorts, he took off his shirt. He removed his trousers, and then, finally, reached behind to run his hands down his buttocks and pull down his shorts. His large cock bounced free, and then he was completely naked.

 

Almost immediately he felt the gown being draped over his shoulders. Dominic laid his hand on Michael and said: “Patience, my boy. All in good time.” Michael's mood immediately changed, and he gathered the gown around himself. Dominic motioned for him to sit again, and he did.

 

“Mandy is a personal slave, Michael. That means she has served no-one but her master, and does not know how to react to anyone else. At the same time, you have no experience in exercising a slave of any kind. So I must ask that you start slowly and follow my instructions. This may be frustrating, but I must insist. Can you do this?”

 

“Yes, I ... .” Michael was at a loss for words, but forced his thoughts together finally and continued. “I obviously have a lot to learn. But what I felt moments ago -- that was incredible!”

 

“Yes, you felt the strength that comes with Command. Not everyone has this strength, but I knew it was powerful in you. It is another reason why we chose you. You will learn to control it, so that it does not destroy you. But at the same time, the pleasure you will feel as it is exercised will be unlike anything you can imagine.”

 

“All right.” The words indicated acceptance of tonight's restriction, but also of the promise Dominic had made. Michael's cock stirred again, more freely now underneath his robe.

 

“I love to watch Mandy swallow my cum.” Dominic moved over to kneel beside Mandy, his face only inches from hers. “Watch. Come over here.”

 

Michael moved over to kneel on Mandy's other side and brought his face close to hers. Dominic's cum was already drying on parts of Mandy's forehead and cheeks. But in her upper lip was wet with fluid that was still draining slowly from her nostril, and the pool in her mouth was deep. She was looking steadily at Dominic.

 

“Mandy, I want you to bring your tongue into your mouth and bathe it in my cum. Keep your face tilted upwards and mouth open so that Michael and I can watch. Swirl your tongue around, and then bring it back out again. I want you to keep your mouth open the whole time. Begin.”

 

As Michael watched, his face only inches from hers, the obedient girl brought her pink tongue down into the white pool inside her mouth, moving it around and around. Squeezing in her cheeks and closing her mouth slightly, she was able to raise the level until her tongue disappeared under the white surface. Then, slowly, the tip emerged and came up again. Covered, it slowly retook its exposed position between her lips.

 

Dominic reached down to hold Mandy's chin, his thumb and fingers circling her neck and pressing in against her cheeks. Then he pushed in gently a few times, watching the pool of cum rise and fall within her mouth. Mandy kept her tongue out and pointed. “I love the sight of my come in a beautiful woman's mouth.” said Dominic. “There is something so lewd about it. So nasty. I never get tired of it.”

 

Michael couldn't speak. He simply could not believe what was happening. His cock felt ready to explode. Never had he been so aroused.

 

Dominic let go of her chin, and told Mandy it was time to swallow. Mandy kept her mouth open as her tongue moved to seal behind her upper teeth. She swallowed several times, awkwardly. Each time her eyes closed, then opened to look up, seeking approval. Then she licked her upper lip to clean it, and swallowed again.

 

“Oh, that's lovely,” said Dominic. Then he looked at Michael again. “Did you enjoy that too?” He laughed, the said: “So, I imagine you are anxious to see the rest of her. Would I be right?”

 

Michael nodded, his mouth dry.

 

“Relax!” said Dominic, accurately judging Michael's condition. “Sit back. Have some more of your Cognac. I will have Mandy introduce herself to you.”

 

Michael sat back on his seat. It was a stuffed armchair, and he could lean back comfortably. His gown was closed across his crotch, but the outline of his erection was huge.

 

“Open your gown, Michael,” said Dominic. “Show off your cock. Mandy knows the power of an erect penis.”

 

This felt strange to Michael. Even after all he had seen, the thought of another man asking him to reveal his erection made him nervous. He made to say something, but then noticed that Dominic was not even watching him. He was still on the floor by Mandy, who was returning his gaze. Dominic was about to say something, and it was clear to Michael that whatever it was, it was more important to Dominic than the sight of his erection. Michael watched, fascinated by the interaction he was witnessing.

 

“Mandy,” Dominic began in a soft voice. “We spoke of this, and you know it must happen.”

 

“Oh, Master. I love you so much.” It was the first words she had spoken. They were real.

 

“I know, Mandy. And I love you. But this is best, and you know I must punish you if you fail. Your pain will give you courage. Now we must begin.”

 

But Dominic made no move, and the strange thing was that he seemed as frightened at that moment as Mandy. Michael watched them both kneeling on the floor, looking at each other. Then, not even realizing what he was doing, Michael opened his gown. His erect cock lay flat up against his belly, hard but not enormous. Dominic looked up at it. “There we go, Mandy. We have rehearsed this. I will be here watching you.”

 

Dominic got up first, and went over to a large and elegant wooden cabinet in a corner of the room. He returned quickly, holding in his hand what Michael immediately recognized to be a riding crop.  Tapping it lightly against his palm, he said: “Now, Mandy.”

 

Mandy's legs moved first as she shuffled on her knees to face him. Her hands were shaking slightly as they came from behind her neck to rest at her sides, just at the level of her hem. Her hips were just inches from his knees. Michael's eyes roamed to her breasts, still covered by the silk. Then as he looked at her face, Mandy's eyes suddenly locked onto his.

 

The thrill that ran up Michael's body at that moment was electric. He could not take his eyes from that face. It showed her fright, but more than this it just showed everything. It showed Mandy's innocence. Her love for Dominic. Her dreadful desire to please him, in order to please Dominic. Her fear that she would not know how to succeed. It was a gorgeous face -- a stunningly beautiful face. And covering it were wet streaks of cum, revealing her incredible surrender.

 

Michael felt the dominant strength rising in him again. He reached for his cock, circling the base underneath his scrotum with his thumb and forefinger, and held it in the air.

 

“Dr. Sharpe,” said Mandy, her lips trembling. “My Master wishes me to introduce myself to you. My name is Mandy Grey. I am a slave.”

 

Mandy looked down at herself, and her hands ran over her hips and up to cup gently her breasts from underneath. Michael's jaw went a bit slack as he saw the flesh being plumped upwards under the silk. “My breasts are at your pleasure, Sir” she said, looking at him again. Then she shuffled slowly around so that her round behind was in front of him.   Slowly she spread her legs, the tight skirt riding up her thighs. Then her hands came back to the hem of her dress and pulled it up suddenly. At the same time, she bent forward at the waist, so that all Michael could see was her lower half, completely naked.

 

“Whoa!” Michael's outburst was involuntary. Mandy's crotch hovered in front of him. Everything was completely bare and smooth. The twin mounds of her cunt were fat and slightly parted, showing just a hint of what lay inside. As he watched, Mandy brought one hand between her legs and ran two fingers down the cleft, spreading herself so as to make the inner lips pout attractively. Then both her hands came around to lie softly on the tops of her ass cheeks. Gently, she moved her elbows together and used her fingers to pull herself apart.

 

Michael had seen this sort of thing in porn films, but what astounded him was the gracefulness of the entire performance.  Mandy’s fingers and hands retained a slender elegance even as they performed this most degrading of acts.  Her soft voice rose again: “My cunt and my asshole are for your pleasure, Sir.”

 

Dominic walked around to stand behind Michael's chair. “Nice looking pussy, don't you think? And so much nicer when it is kept bare like that.”

 

Michael's cock was throbbing in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the girl's pussy and the puckered pink ring above it. “Woah!” was all he could say, again. Then, incredibly, the ring began to move. She was pulsing her anus at him. The lovely pink ring contracted and expanded, in and out, in and out.

 

Dominic chuckled softly. “Looks quite inviting, doesn't it. I bet you've never seen that before.”

 

They watched for a few moments. “It feels remarkable when she does that around your cock.”

 

A guttural sigh escaped Michael's throat. His penis felt like it would explode in his hands. He was helpless – paralyzed in his chair.

 

“Mandy,”' said Dominic. “I think Michael would like to see your breasts now.”

 

Mandy straightened, and the first thing she did was to grab her dress and lift it completely off her head. Keeping her knees spread, she leaned forward again to place the blue silk in a soft pile on the table. Then she stood up and turned to stand completely naked before Michael. She spread her legs again, and placed her arms behind her back. Looking at Michael, she leaned forward at the waist, keeping her chin up and her shoulders back.

 

A wall of breast flesh descended in front of Michael's face. He could not believe what he was seeing. Mandy's breasts were so huge they formed a cleavage even as they hung freely in front of him. Yet they were not overly pendulous -- they seemed to have their own internal sense as to shape. The nipples hung only inches above his chest. Michael's hands left his crotch and opened as to gather her breasts in from either side, but then stopped suddenly.

 

Behind, Dominic chuckled softly again. “Go ahead. Grab them!”

 

Michael's hands touched Mandy for the first time, on her naked and dangling breasts. His first touch was light, shaping and sizing and judging the firmness. Then they went underneath, and Michael gently lifted, feeling the weight. Her nipples pressed into his palms as he pushed them up toward her chest, watching the flesh bulge.

 

He heard Dominic’s friendly chuckle behind him. “Michael, you show too much respect. Remember the picture? Is this how a slave’s tits should be treated?”

 

Michael looked up at Mandy's face, but it was too close for him to see. He grabbed her breasts more tightly, and moved Mandy away from him. Mandy's mouth was open slightly and her gaze was apprehensive. Michael was feeling strong, but he didn't know what to do, and it was not Mandy's responsibility to know.

 

The room was silent for a moment, and then Dominic moved calmly to stand beside Mandy, the crop in his right hand. “I think perhaps we need a demonstration,” he said softly. Mandy's face grew even more apprehensive, and she closed her eyes.

 

“Mandy! You will look at Dr. Sharpe. Look directly into his eyes! It is for his benefit that you are being punished.”

 

Mandy opened her eyes and looked at Michael as he opened his hands wide. Her nipples dug into his palms as he grabbed as much of her as he could. His large hands did not reach her chest, so he held firm and twisted his elbows out to create some tension in the flesh he could not hold. The flesh within his hands was firm but yielding. He squeezed hard, testing its strength, twisting and pulling her breasts apart until he felt he had her torso secured firmly. Then, looking at her frightened eyes, he said “Yes”.

 

Dominic raised his hand and brought the crop down sharply across Mandy's ass cheeks. “Whap!” The noise was loud, crisp. It was a sound that Michael had never heard before -- leather sharply meeting the flesh of a naked girl. It went straight to his cock, causing it to jerk upwards from his belly. His hands dug into Mandy's breasts, holding her steady as he watched her face.

 

The blow caused Mandy's eyes to narrow in shock and pain, but she kept them open and focused on Michael. Her lips trembled as a soft breath escaped. Her apprehension left her, remarkably. It was as if knowing she was being beaten with the crop was better than not knowing what would happen next. Michael was overcome with lust -- the sensations from his cock were becoming unbearable -- but at the same time he was fascinated by the emotions of the girl in front of him. She was losing her fear as the pain began to course through her brain.

 

Dominic brought the crop down again, even harder this time. Again Michael's cock jumped at the delicious sound of leather on skin. Mandy cried out, softly, and her eyes began to brim with tears. She blinked, and the tears came out to run down her cheeks, their liquid trails joining the shiny streaks of cum.

 

“Whap!” The crop fell again, and Mandy's cries began in earnest. “Ahh! Oh Master! Please!”

 

“Whap! Whap! You are being punished for Dr. Sharpe's pleasure, Mandy. It is he who will decide when the punishment stops!''

 

“Whap!” Suddenly Mandy's eyes focused in clearly on Michael, full of hope and dread. “Please, Dr. Sharpe! Oh, Please!”

 

Michael's cock was enormous. He sat up on the couch so that he was looking directly at Mandy, who now had to arch her back and hold her head uncomfortably high to meet his gaze. Her gorgeous suffering eyes were wide and full of tears. Michael reveled in his power. His fingers were moving and digging into her breasts. His ears were ringing, his mind in complete uproar.

 

“Whap!” The crop continued to fall against Mandy's naked ass, arched more pleasingly now to receive its punishment. “Whap! Whap!”

 

“Please Sir!” Mandy's plea was repeated. Michael watched her face closely. Her eyes would narrow in pain each time the crop met her flesh. Her mouth was open, and tears flowed freely now down her cheeks. Yet she made no move to escape, or to move her buttocks to lessen the blows, or even to avert her gaze.

 

“Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!”

 

Mandy's eyes were losing focus as the pain coursed through her body. Michael moved his head back slightly, and his grip on her breasts loosened. He looked at her face, and then down at her breasts, kneading them and watching the flesh bulge through his fingers. He dropped his hands far enough to see her nipples against his palms, and then grabbed the flesh again, gathering it against her chest. He marveled at the expanse of skin now bulging attractively towards him, covering his wrists from view. Dominic, still standing to the side, lowered the crop and watched.

 

Michael loosened his grip again, and brought his hands down and out to the sides of her dangling breasts, feeling the soft curves with his palms. One of her nipples grazed his chest as his fingers wrapped around behind, and he began to gently pull them forwards.

 

Then Mandy, her back arched and arms still held obediently behind her back, gently shook her shoulders, causing her breasts to jiggle pleasantly and move from side to side against Michael's arms. “Please Sir,” she said. “Make it stop! It hurts so much!”

 

Michael's hands froze for a second, and then he swiftly spread his fingers and once again pushed up to grab her breasts from underneath, causing them to bulge tightly. His eyes locked onto hers. There was silence while Michael's grip tightened further, and his gaze burned into her. “Does a slave try to influence the decisions of her master?” he said softly.

 

Mandy's eyes grew wide with awakening fear as Dominic replied: “It is a serious transgression.”

 

Michael spoke: “Mandy, were you trying to make me stop your punishment by shaking your breasts in my hands? Did you think that I would relent if you waved your tits at me?” Michael's grip was like steel. Mandy was frozen, her eyes wide in terror.

 

Michael was transformed. Never had he dreamed, even in his fantasies, that he could behave with such force and authority with a woman—let alone a gorgeous naked woman that he held firmly by the tits. His mind was spinning. His hands were full of Power and his cock felt enormous. It was as if the head was suspended in space above his belly like a beacon, radiating waves of pleasure in all directions.

 

“Mandy! I asked you a question.” His grip on her breasts was like iron, and he twisted as he said: “Answer me! Were you waving these tits at me to make me reduce your punishment?”

 

“Oh, sir! I . . . I just wanted to please you! I . . . “ Mandy’s eyes betrayed her uncertainty, and she knew it. “Oh I am so sorry! Forgive me, please sir!”

 

“And a pathetic attempt to lie.” Michael looked at her tearstained and frightened face a moment longer, and then turned to Dominic, but it was Dominic who spoke first.

 

“Another serious transgression, Mandy. I'm afraid your punishment has just begun.”

 

Mandy's face showed fear approaching terror as Dominic walked back to the wooden cabinet and returned with another whip. This one was bigger and seemed quite stiff. Dominic stood behind Mandy, who was still looking at Michael. Her eyes were brimmed with tears, her lips trembling.

 

“Mandy, I would like you to move backwards toward me. Since your disobedience has insulted Dr. Sharpe, It is appropriate that your punishment be designed to give him the most pleasure. Come.”

 

Mandy started to shuffle her spread feet backwards. Michael held onto her breasts as she moved down his chest, letting them go finally to swing down onto his rigid cock. An involuntary rush of air left Michael's lungs as his cock emerged from her cleavage.

 

“That's far enough.” said Dominic. “Now, open your mouth and take Dr. Sharpe deep into your throat. I want your nose against his belly. Do it now.”

 

Michael could not believe the sensations as Mandy's warm moist mouth closed down on his cock. He was enormous, and as the head felt the back of her mouth, and then the squeezing pressure of her throat he could feel the beginnings of his orgasm. He held it off desperately. Looking down, he could see only Mandy's hair filling his crotch and the attractive shape of her arched back and widely split buttocks.

 

“Arch your back properly for the whip.”

 

Mandy let out a muffled wail as her back arched and her buttocks rounded out. Behind, Dominic was not satisfied. “Push it out! Better than that!” Then, as his whip hand moved back wards and up, he said to Michael: “Best you hold her head.”

 

Michael grabbed Mandy by her curly hair and ears, forcing her down hard onto his cock and twisting so that he could see more of her face. He wanted to see her eyes. Finally, he placed his thumbs on either side of her forehead and forced her head back while he lay back slightly. His cock was pushed down and deeper into her arched throat.

 

“Look at me!” Her eyes showed panic and fear.

 

Behind, the whip whistled through the air and landed with a thwack! on Mandy’s rounded ass. Another blow fell swiftly, and then another. “Thwack! Thwack!”

 

Mandy's hips jerked upwards, her breasts moving delightfully against Michael's thighs. Michael could tell this whipping was much more painful than the crop. Mandy's whole body began to jerk back and forth. Her head, held firm in Michael's hands, also began to jerk up and back, sending incredible waves of pleasure down his cock. That gorgeous, elegant face was buried in his crotch, twisted and straining with pain. He could tell she was starting to choke, and he pulled her deeper.

 

Michael's eyes narrowed as he felt his orgasm beginning. He could not hold back. Liquid pleasure moved up from his balls and down his shaft, finally exploding deep into the girl's throat. His head flew back as his hips jerked up and down, driving his cock painfully deeper. The feeling built, peaked, peaked again, and then reached a point where his whole body was shivering, his torso and knees jackknifing around Mandy's head. His roar of pleasure filled the room. He looked down at the girl buried in his crotch and pushed even harder, jerking his hips into her.

 

“Hanh! Hargh! Harrgh”

 

Dominic had stopped the whipping. He watched as Michael's body continued to jerk, the movements of his hips gradually slowing. Then Michael slowly relaxed back into his chair. He still held Mandy's head tightly.

 

Finally, Dominic reached over to take his hands away, saying: “We must let her breathe.” As he did so, Mandy lifted up her head and took a huge breath, followed by a wail of pain. Dominic lifted her face up gently, got her to stand, and then held her to him. Stroking her hair as she sobbed against him, he made soothing noises: “There, there my sweet. It's over now. And you did so well. So very well.”

 

Michael did not move for several minutes, but just lay in his chair, eyes closed, as the warm waves of pleasure slowly retreated. His whole body continued to tingle. Finally, when he half opened his eyes, he realized that he was alone. Both Dominic and the girl were gone.

 

Moments later Jaffa entered the room and bowed slightly, taking no notice of his half naked state. “The Master has taken his slave for the evening. It is late. I will show you to your room, where you will find your dinner waiting. The Master will see you again tomorrow.”

 

Unsteadily at first, Michael rose to his feet, gathered his gown around him, and followed Jaffa out the door.

 

 

 

That’s all for now. I’ll be writing more chapters but in the meantime if you enjoyed this and would like to read the story of Mandy and Dominic D’Attilio, check out “Songs of the Dance” by Archetype (that’s me) in this archive.

 

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