I became acutely aware of the full sensation inside me, the anal plug and dildo nestled snugly within. As I wiggle my hips experimentally, they shift ever so slightly, creating a delicious friction that sends jolts of pleasure through my body. If only I could keep them moving just a moment longer, I"m certain I could bring myself to a climax. But my hopeful reverie is interrupted by the red-haired lady"s sharp voice.
"Uh uh, don"t even think about it.", she warns, her eyes locking onto mine with an authoritative glint. "You will only receive pleasure if you give it to us first."
I swallow hard, her words resonating with a strange truth within me. I am filled with a sudden anxious desperation. How can I possibly give them pleasure when I"m bound so tightly to this cross, unable to move freely? The thought of being denied an orgasm gnaws at me, a deep-seated fear taking hold. It feels as if I am programmed for that sole purpose – to seek and deliver pleasure.
The red-haired lady steps closer, her presence intimidating yet oddly comforting. She reaches out, running a finger down the side of my neck, causing my skin to tingle in response. "You can still use your mouth, your voice, your reactions.", she purrs, her breath warm against my ear. "You can make us feel desired, aroused, powerful. Your submission is your gift."
Her words sink in slowly, and I realize that my performance isn"t just about physical acts. It"s about the way I respond, the way I make them feel in control. I feel my anxiety morph into a strange sort of resolve. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, and prepare to give everything I have, every ounce of my desire, to these people who crave my submission.
A murmur of approval ripples through the room as the guests begin to engage with the other slaves, their attention flickering towards me with growing interest. I can feel their eyes on me, waiting to see how I will perform, how I will offer myself up for their pleasure. The anticipation thickens the air, making it hard to breathe, but it also fuels a fire within me. I want to be their perfect slave, to show them just how much pleasure I can bring.
"That"s it.", the red-haired lady whispers, her fingers still tracing patterns on my skin. "Let them see how much you need it. Show them your desperation, your willingness to please."
I nod slightly, my eyes meeting hers, filled with determination. I let out a soft, needy moan, arching my back slightly against the restraints, and feel the murmurs of the crowd grow louder.
"She is amazing, so needy.", a man beside me murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine. He circled his finger around my nipple with a slow, deliberate motion, speaking to his friend as if discussing a prized possession. I was drowning in the sensation of his finger on my skin, each touch a tease that heightened my desperation. I craved the sharp pleasure of him tugging on my nipples, the release that felt agonizingly out of reach.
My moan was soft and breathy as his fingers finally neared my aching nipples, the anticipation almost too much to bear. I heard a chuckle, but I was beyond caring. "She"s begging you to touch her.", his friend commented, amusement lacing his words.
The moment he tugged on my nipples, my sight blurred with pleasure. I arched my back as much as the restraints would allow, pushing my breasts eagerly into his hand. My eyes fluttered closed, surrendering completely to the sensation of my nipple being rolled between his fingers. It was blissful torment, and I loved every second of it.
"So responsive.", his friend observed, admiration clear in his tone. Another hand found its way to my pussy, nudging the dildo that was buried deep inside me. I moaned loudly, the intrusion a delicious reminder of my helplessness and arousal. "You like that, huh?", the man asked in my ear, his voice dark and seductive. The sound of it made me drip with need, my body reacting instinctively.
I tried to nod, but my movements were restricted. He continued to move the dildo ever so slightly, each motion sending waves of pleasure through me. My eyes flew open when someone gripped my chin harshly, turning my head to face them. "Use your words.", his friend demanded, his tone brooking no disobedience.
My gaze fell to the floor, not daring to look him in the eye. "Yes, sir.", I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with desire and submission.
"Good.", he said smugly, a satisfied smile curling his lips. "Do you want this?", he asked, pulling the dildo out slightly before thrusting it back in with a firm, deliberate motion.
I whimpered, the intense sensation making me ache with need. I remembered his command, forcing myself to speak despite the overwhelming pleasure. "Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need to cum."
He continued to work the dildo in and out of me, each thrust designed to drive me closer to the edge. His friend tugged harder on my nipple, the pain and pleasure mingling until I couldn"t tell one from the other. I was a slave to their touch.
"Good girl.", one of them praised, his voice like velvet over steel. "Beg for it."
"Please, sir.", I whimpered, my voice breaking with need. "Please let me cum. I need it so badly."
They exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. "Make her earn it.", one of them said, and I knew my ordeal was far from over.
"Open your eyes.", one of them demanded. Desperation coursed through me, a need to comply burning in my chest. I struggled but managed to pry my eyes open, my gaze landing on the man in the pillory. "Look at him.", the voice whispered in my ear, soft yet commanding. Helpless against the seductive authority, I obeyed, focusing on the scene before me.
His friend stood before the man in the pillory, his cock freed from his pants, thick and rigid. He stroked himself leisurely, preparing for what was to come. My breath hitched as he pushed his cock into the man"s mouth, a slow, deliberate motion that sent a jolt arousal through me.
"You see how hard you made him?", the man asked, his voice a mix of amusement and desire. I nodded, my body trembling at the erotic sight of the man in the pillory eagerly sucking the cock offered to him. Realizing my mistake, I quickly corrected myself when I felt his fingers on my chin. "Yes, sir.", I answered, my voice barely a whisper.
His grip on my chin softened, a hit of approval in his touch. "I would love to put my hard cock in your mouth.", he whispered, each word a promise that made my core throb with need. His thrusts with the dildo became harder, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I whimpered, the sensations overwhelming, my body helpless under his skilled manipulation.
He continued to fuck me slowly with the dildo, each thrust measured and deliberate. The pleasure built inside me, coiling tight and hot, as I watched his friend thrust into the man"s mouth. The sight was intoxicating, each movement a reminder of my own helplessness and arousal.
The man beside me leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Do you want that too? Do you want to feel my cock in your mouth?", he asked, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine.
"Yes, sir.", I breathed, my body aching with need. The desperation in my voice was palpable, a raw, unfiltered plea for the release only he could grant.
"Good girl.", he murmured, his approval washing over me like a warm wave. His fingers tightened on the dildo, his thrusts becoming more insistent. I moaned, my body straining against the restraints, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo.
The man in the pillory continued to suck eagerly, his eyes half-closed in submission. The sight fueled my own desire, every touch, every whisper pushing me further into the abyss of pleasure.
"Keep your eyes open.", he commanded, his voice a husky whisper. "Watch and learn."
"Please, sir. I need to cum.", I whimpered, my voice trembling with raw desperation. Before me, his friend climaxed, releasing hot, viscous streams of seed into the slave"s mouth. The slave groaned, a mix of pain and reluctant pleasure, as some of the cum dribbled down his chin, pooling on the floor. As the friend of my tormentor tucked his spent cock away, the red-haired lady stepped forward, her presence commanding and stern.
The grip on my chin tightened once more, pulling my attention back. "Keep watching and pay attention.", I was commanded, the words laced with a dark promise. My eyes flicked back to the scene unfolding before me.
"Slave, you did not swallow all the cum that was offered to you.", the red-haired lady"s voice was harsh, disappointment evident in her tone. The slave"s head bowed in shame, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I"m sorry, mistress.", he murmured.
"As a punishment, you will receive ten spanks with the cane.", she handed the cane to the friend, who moved behind the slave, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
The first strike landed with a sharp crack, the sound reverberating through the room. The slave"s face contorted, a twisted blend of pain and pleasure. Each subsequent strike deepened the mix of agony and ecstasy on his face. I watched entranced as the cane fell again and again.
Beside me, the man ran his fingers through my slick folds before thrusting the dildo back into me with a relentless rhythm. "You like the idea of being spanked?", he asked, his voice a low, seductive growl. I didn"t know if I did, but the thought alone made my pulse quicken and my arousal surge.
"Yes, sir.", I whimpered, my voice barely more than a breathless whisper. The idea of being spanked, of feeling that mix of pain and pleasure, sent shivers of anticipation through me.
"I would love to spank your ass and tits.", the man groaned, his words sending a fresh wave of arousal pooling between my thighs. His constant, maddening thrusts with the dildo drove me closer to the edge of sanity. The tension in my stomach coiled tighter and tighter, the need for release growing unbearable.
Each thrust, each filthy promise whispered in my ear, pushed me further into a haze of desire. The sight of the slave being punished, the feel of the dildo filling me, the man"s hands and words – all of it combined into an overwhelming need to climax.
"Please, sir.", I begged again, my voice raw with need. "Please let me cum."
The man chuckled, his grip on my hips tightening. "Not yet, pet. Not until you earn it.", he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. The anticipation, the denial, only heightened my arousal, making the promise of release all the sweeter.
The red-haired lady approached us, her lips curling into a knowing grin as she observed my desperate state. "James, Levi.", she greeted the men, her tone both warm and authoritative. Her fingers found my clit, rubbing it softly but with enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure through my body. I struggled against the restraints, whimpering and moaning, unable to control the torrent of sensations.
"How do you like W46?", she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"She is sweet.", James responded, his voice thick with lust.
The red-haired lady nodded, her expression pleased. "Her arousal makes her naturally submissive. His Great Enjoyment is overseeing her training Himself.", she explained, her finger continuing its torturous dance on my clit. "Of course, that also means she will not be paired with just anyone."
James and Levi exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with shared understanding.
"You know.", the red-haired lady continued, her voice a seductive purr. "It would be good for her training if you continue her torment but do not let her climax."
With that, she stepped back, leaving me in the hands of two men whose grins promised both pleasure and agony.
James moved closer, his fingers replacing the red-haired lady"s on my clit, while Levi slid his hands down my sides. The anticipation was maddening, every nerve in my body screaming for release. But I knew, deep down, that they would deny me that sweet relief, just as she had instructed.
"Let"s see how long you can last, pet.", James murmured, his fingers deftly teasing my most sensitive spot. Levi"s hands roamed my body, his touch both gentle and demanding. Together, they orchestrated a symphony of sensation, pushing me closer and closer to the edge without ever letting me fall over.
The torment was exquisite. My body ached with unfulfilled desire, every touch, every whisper driving me mad with need. James" fingers worked my clit with relentless precision, while Levi"s hands explored my breasts, pinching and tugging at my nipples until I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
"You"re so responsive.", Levi whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "I bet you want to cum so badly."
"Yes, sir.", I whimpered, my voice trembling with desperation. "Please, sir. I need it."
James chuckled darkly, his fingers never slowing. "Not yet, pet. You haven"t earned it."
Time lost all meaning as they played my body like a finely tuned instrument, their touch both punishing and rewarding. I teetered on the brink of climax, the promise of release always just out of reach.
Finally, when I thought I could endure no more, James" fingers stilled on my clit, and Levi"s hands left my body. I whimpered in frustration, my body trembling with unspent desire. They had brought me to the edge and left me there, teetering on the brink of madness.
"You did well, pet.", James murmured, his voice softening. "But remember, pleasure is a reward, not a right."
Levi leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "We"ll see if you earn it next time."