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by the ropes that stopped her legs from closing.
    Lights flicked on again behind her, and Arthur stood still, watching imperiously as the circle tightened, people pressed up against each other to form a kind of human wall around the couple. Amelia drew Jenna tighter to her, nodding to the tall woman who stood on the submissive’s other side before withdrawing to tug Dom into a seated position in front of her. He settled happily, leaning down to nip at her toes and prompting her to tug on his lead, forcing him into a more postured position. Jenna arms curled around herself as she remained standing.
    As the room began to quiet, the feel of fabric rustling against her back almost had the blonde woman turning, until she heard a freshly familiar voice, far too close to her ear.
    “Amelia,” He murmured, and the redhead turned, conversing quietly with the tall dominant. A couple of moments later, she turned to Jenna.
    “Henry is staying down here for the duration of the demonstrations,” She murmured. “And he is happy to be responsible for you this evening.”
    It was a statement, but one that awaited a response, and Jenna nodded without turning.
    “That sounds acceptable,” She whispered, but her insides were juggling.
    He pressed closer to her, one hand against her waist connecting her to him as a hushed murmur spread and then faded. The candles were quickly lit, a match used for the first candle, then the first candle used for the others. They flickered happily on their polished wooden table and already Jenna could see the red wax was beginning to drip, drip, drip down the short length of candle. She watched, transfixed, as the hot liquid trailed. Something else trailed, too.
    Jenna inhaled sharply as heated hands caressed up and down her sides, lingering over her hips. A woosh of sound had her jumping, startling like a small animal to stare wide eyed at Arthur. He held a soft flogger in his palm, swinging it gently to and fro as he slowly paced beneath his swinging subject. He gave a brisk nod and stood aside, watching with a careful eye as his submissive was slowly lowered. She remained above him, a short distance above his head, and when he returned to his place directly below her hanging breasts, Jenna shuddered.
    “Would her cunt be level with his mouth do you think?” A warm honeyed tone licked at the shell of the captivated woman’s ear. “Were he to move to her dripping pussy and lick it? Look at her,” He demanded. “Look how wet she is, knowing that she can be seen, touched if her Master permits it?”
    Jenna whimpered, and leaned back against caressing hands as the woman moaned, the soft strands striking her creamy breasts hard. The warm hands, both of them, trailed their lowest yet as the woman’s cry echoed chillingly around the room, the ropes straining as she rocked her hips. As Arthur took hold of the flailing sub, holding her in place and giving her several short strikes in reprimand, Henry grabbed her by her thighs, tugging her back against his slightly bent legs. He was lowered, all the better to lean her against his crotch and whisper dirty thoughts into her ear. His hands snaked up beneath her tight skirt to play higher, tugging the material with it. Feeling bare, Jenna fidgeted, unconsciously rubbing her barely covered arse against him tauntingly.
    “Don’t look away.” The sensual voice commanded, and Jenna was overcome with the urge to look down at herself, and at Henry’s ministrations. His fingers teased, but went no higher, tracing over the metal clips of her garter belt. “Watch them. You wish you were up there, don’t you?”
    She whimpered, the words falling straight to her core and winding at the thought. Tied up with her bare pussy on display. Wet and blindfolded as the torturous instrument worshipped her nipples, coaxing them into painfull y tight peaks and strumming them, plucking them and sending the feeling directly to her bared cunt.
    She did want to be up there. And it