it was to bring on an orgasm or avoid it. She feared if she were to touch herself now it would be all over.
She glanced at her watch.
Damn, eight more minutes to go.
“You haven’t obeyed your master.” His voice rang out. “And for that you must be reprimanded.”
He reached around the back of the frame and Jane heard the slide of metal. From the floor a wide black leather-covered table came up to the woman’s waist. The top of the frame bent forward, forcing her to lean on the table to support her upper torso. This position forced her legs wider, leaving her dripping pussy visible to those who were watching.
“You are not to come until I give you permission, slave.” He put his hand on the small of her back. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, master.” Her voice came out high and thin with need.
He brought the paddle down hard on her wet pussy and Jane bit her lip to keep from crying out. The woman’s shriek was long and loud causing a murmur to ripple through the audience. He continued paddling her, alternating between her ass and her wet pussy. Jane’s body reverberated with each blow.
The woman strained against the cuffs, trying to lean forward to open her legs as far as possible. Her plump backside was angled toward him, eager for the punishment her master dealt.
Jane’s arousal spiraled tighter. Her panties were soaked and her corset was at least two sizes smaller than when she’d put it on. Desperate for something to hold onto, she relinquished her flute then gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with exertion.
The slave’s flesh had turned a glowing pink. Standing on her tiptoes, her weight was fully supported by the frame. She thrashed against her restraints, sobbing with her need for release.
Jane could sympathize with her plight. Shifting in her seat, she leaned forward to place more pressure on her clit.
The master continued the sensual torture and the woman’s cries grew louder. The audience began to cheer them on; the voices growing more plentiful with each blow. Jane saw more than a few spectators were putting on their own little shows.
One woman, not ten feet away, had a man between her thighs eating pussy while two more laved her breasts with their eager mouths. They were oblivious to anyone else even being in the room.
A whimper broke from Jane’s lips.
More than anything she wanted to be the woman on the stage. She longed to know how it felt to be mastered in front of a crowd, her arousal and submission on display.
Her heartbeat increased. She wasn’t sure if she were more shocked or excited by what was happening on stage, all she knew was she was hot for the experience. The idea of being bare before a crowd of people while a talented master played her body like a musical instrument was enough to put her on the edge of a monster release.
The masked man dropped the paddle and began spanking her with the flat of his hand. The woman’s cries of arousal turned to animal-like howls of pleasure.
Jane’s breathing grew short and she shifted her hips to arrange even more pressure on her pussy. Her skirt eased up to flash an inch of her thighs over her stockings. Her level of arousal was both shocking and gratifying at the same time. She was only a hair’s breath from climax and she hadn’t even touched herself.
“You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”
Chapter Four
The sound of a Spanish accented voice in her ear caused Jane to jump. She turned to see who spoke only to have the stranger prevent her from moving. His hands, large and hot, landed on her shoulders. His warm breath caressed the nape of her neck and her nipples beaded painfully.
“No,” she lied.
His firm tone coupled with the Spanish accent spawned goose bumps over her sensitized flesh. His voice reminded her of warm chocolate and rumpled sheets. Dare she hope this was the birthday boy?
“Watch her.” His mouth brushed her earlobe and she shuddered. “Are you picturing yourself up on the
She glanced at her watch.
Damn, eight more minutes to go.
“You haven’t obeyed your master.” His voice rang out. “And for that you must be reprimanded.”
He reached around the back of the frame and Jane heard the slide of metal. From the floor a wide black leather-covered table came up to the woman’s waist. The top of the frame bent forward, forcing her to lean on the table to support her upper torso. This position forced her legs wider, leaving her dripping pussy visible to those who were watching.
“You are not to come until I give you permission, slave.” He put his hand on the small of her back. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, master.” Her voice came out high and thin with need.
He brought the paddle down hard on her wet pussy and Jane bit her lip to keep from crying out. The woman’s shriek was long and loud causing a murmur to ripple through the audience. He continued paddling her, alternating between her ass and her wet pussy. Jane’s body reverberated with each blow.
The woman strained against the cuffs, trying to lean forward to open her legs as far as possible. Her plump backside was angled toward him, eager for the punishment her master dealt.
Jane’s arousal spiraled tighter. Her panties were soaked and her corset was at least two sizes smaller than when she’d put it on. Desperate for something to hold onto, she relinquished her flute then gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with exertion.
The slave’s flesh had turned a glowing pink. Standing on her tiptoes, her weight was fully supported by the frame. She thrashed against her restraints, sobbing with her need for release.
Jane could sympathize with her plight. Shifting in her seat, she leaned forward to place more pressure on her clit.
The master continued the sensual torture and the woman’s cries grew louder. The audience began to cheer them on; the voices growing more plentiful with each blow. Jane saw more than a few spectators were putting on their own little shows.
One woman, not ten feet away, had a man between her thighs eating pussy while two more laved her breasts with their eager mouths. They were oblivious to anyone else even being in the room.
A whimper broke from Jane’s lips.
More than anything she wanted to be the woman on the stage. She longed to know how it felt to be mastered in front of a crowd, her arousal and submission on display.
Her heartbeat increased. She wasn’t sure if she were more shocked or excited by what was happening on stage, all she knew was she was hot for the experience. The idea of being bare before a crowd of people while a talented master played her body like a musical instrument was enough to put her on the edge of a monster release.
The masked man dropped the paddle and began spanking her with the flat of his hand. The woman’s cries of arousal turned to animal-like howls of pleasure.
Jane’s breathing grew short and she shifted her hips to arrange even more pressure on her pussy. Her skirt eased up to flash an inch of her thighs over her stockings. Her level of arousal was both shocking and gratifying at the same time. She was only a hair’s breath from climax and she hadn’t even touched herself.
“You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”
Chapter Four
The sound of a Spanish accented voice in her ear caused Jane to jump. She turned to see who spoke only to have the stranger prevent her from moving. His hands, large and hot, landed on her shoulders. His warm breath caressed the nape of her neck and her nipples beaded painfully.
“No,” she lied.
His firm tone coupled with the Spanish accent spawned goose bumps over her sensitized flesh. His voice reminded her of warm chocolate and rumpled sheets. Dare she hope this was the birthday boy?
“Watch her.” His mouth brushed her earlobe and she shuddered. “Are you picturing yourself up on the
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