Mistress
stopped the car and then came around to unfasten my seatbelt. I looked up
to her, knowing I would pay for mistake later and then I averted my eyes
as my mistress has trained to do. She smirked and reached under the cloak
and pinched an exposed nipple. My pussy was soaking the whole trip from
her house and even before that and to make sure I never touched myself for
the hour trip, she cuffed my hands to the leather belt and strapped me in.
I
naturally winced and she sported a Cheshire cat smile. Lady Olivia helped
me out of her car and attached the leash to my collar. The night was a
little chilly for me even covered in the cloak, but then a wind blew up my
cloak more than once. I had to walk across the wet parking lot in my new 5
inch heels, leashed and my arms forced to my sides. She lead to me to the
back door of the club and walked my inside.
I
had been taken to a table occupied a corseted Domme, who I had seen before
at one of my mistresses parties, a Hispanic woman who called herself,
Contessa Rosalinda, and has a small harem of men and women. The two
exchanged information about me. Then my mistress had to sign a Dom/Dommes
Contract, and then I was led to a special room where other submissives,
male and female waited with me for this group function. I was nervous as
my lady released the leash and kissed me on the cheek.
She
smiled and said warmly, “Good luck, my pet. I am proud of you.”
Then
turned to the man dressed in a tuxedo and whispered a few words to him
before she left the room.
Even
though I trusted her with my life and heart, I still was worried about she
said to him. Then I wondered why I agreed to do this in the first place.
But I did this for her, for friends, and for me.
Then
the man in the tuxedo, whom I never had seen before at any of the play
parties, munches, or bar meets, looked at his watch and announced,
“It’s nine o’clock, time for the party to begin, lads and lasses.”
We
all looked at each other. Julian, Mistress Skye’s boi almost jumped out
of his seat. He was young and new to all this and I think he did this to
keep her happy. His mistress always has him dressed in feminine outfits,
even in public. Tonight, he was sitting in a pink thong. But as I looked
in to his hazel colored eyes, I could see who scared he really was
especially with Master Spider and Domina Araknia in the seats. Of course,
this was their club that they generously donated for tonight’s
fundraiser.
Laura,
Master Stone’s submissive hung her head and I couldn’t tell if she was
preparing herself or not for what will happen tonight. And kneeling next
to her was Roger, Mistress Carla’s slave boy, straight and tall with
head lowered, dressed in black leather thong and oiled up. Lady Minh had
both her submissives, Pepper and Jason; although Jason had recently made
her full time house slave, ready for tonight. (I did like Pepper in her
red corset.)
There
was others for other groups in the area, a few I have met at play parties;
a few new that I have never met before. And we all knelt on the padded
floor and waited. Finally, we ordered to stand and move to behind the
curtain and kneel and wait while the tuxedoed guy stepped though the
curtain, leaving us to the two leather guys to watch over us.
“Masters
and Mistresses and all in between, I’d like to thank everyone for coming
tonight. We have five different groups tonight, the Iron Chains, Leather
Thorns, the Rural Area Dominants and Submissives, Metro Area Mistresses
and Submissives, and our hosting group; DeSade’s Forum and Master Spider and Domina Araknia would like to thank you
all for coming to this fundraiser.”
The
crowd enthusiastically cheered, letting the master of ceremonies to
breath. “Let’s give them a hand to donating the use of their club
tonight for this activity. Not many people would close a strip club on a
Thursday night.”
The
applause faded and the MC continued, “It is all agreed that all
participants tonight have consented to this and that all dominants have
agreed to respect all limits of the submissive they purchase and that all
have agreed to a set time of Friday evening to Sunday evening of whatever
weekend that is agreed on from both parties.
“Whatever
happens tonight, remember; we are doing this for the victims of the
hurricanes, so tonight, let’s have fun and respect the willing
participants.”
The
cheering rose again and then MC spoke again. “We have twenty-five
submissives tonight so we better started. First on the docket is Kathy,
owned by Master Felix of Iron Chains from the east side. Kathy is a
submissive in a poly relationship and has bi tendencies. Her limits
include body wastes, blood, breathe play. She does love wax play and
nipple torment, rope bondage, and electro-play, and just started training
in equestrian play. The bidding begins at twenty.”
“Twenty.”
“Twenty-five!”
The
bidding continued until the final bid was one hundred to Master Royce from
Leather Horizons. All I could do was listen.
“Next
we have wolf cub, a full time house slave to Lady Megan from MAMS. Wolf
cub also works in constructions and works on equipment and dungeons for
Lady Megan as well as cooks and cleans. He worships women and trained for
service to women, including strap-on and anal worship.
Wolf
cub was bid on quickly ending at two hundred and twenty-five to Mistress
Eboni and she is a SADIST who would make the Marquis DeSade proud. One
would think that one her past lives from the Spanish Inquisition awaked in
a strong African-American body.
I
panicked when I heard the next name.
A
large leather guard lifted me, surprisingly, gently, and escorted me on
the stage and down the runway to the round stage and the pole. I
couldn’t see much with lights in my eyes but I could make out my
mistress sitting and talking to another dominant
“Next
we have, phoenix, which is submissive to Mistress Rhiannon of DeSade’s
Forum.
Phoenix
’s hard limits include needle and knife play and is experienced in
equestrian play, pet play, wax, breath, and golden showers.”
Golden
showers? That was once and mistress very drunk and it was an accident.
Wasn’t it?
I
did hate needles and blood. One time I freaked out when another mistress
and her sub demonstrated menstrual service. But Mistress calmly took me in
her arms and sat with on the floor in another room and calmed me down. She
swore she would never try that with ever. I kept apologizing to her about
the way I behaved that night and would do anything to make it up to her.
That
woman is here tonight and already bid fifty dollars on me. I was praying
for someone else.
I
received two bids from masters, but Sir Elliot finally bought me at
two-hundred dollars. I never thought I would be worth that much to anyone,
although Mistress does think I’m priceless.
Sir
Elliot came up to the stage and attached a leash to me and made sure I did
not fall down. I had to follow him through the crowd to his table. He was
facing my mistress and I lowered my eyes as they talked about me and the
last thing I heard was, “Sure she will be ready to serve you this
weekend.”
I
raised eyes and gasped, “Tomorrow?”
I
could tell she not pleased with my reaction. But she smiled sweetly at Sir
Elliot when he handed her my leash and as soon he left, she scowled and I
know I pay for what I did. She pulled me in to the woman’s bathroom and
took me a stall. I was forced to kneel and watch her reach under her skirt
and remove her black satin panties. She forced her panties into my mouth
and roughly bent me over the toilet so my hands were supporting me on the
toilet seat. She unfastened her leather belt and growled at me.
“You
keep your eyes down!”
She
worked her belt on my ass several time and pulled me up be my hair. She
would never get upset with me like this before. I had faced her with tears
in my eyes. The burning on my ass didn’t feel as bad as the shame I felt
for disappointing her in front someone and I just realized that is why she
is very angry with me. She had been proud of me and bragging me up to her
peers tonight and in front of the man who bought me, I failed her
training.
I
failed her.
I
had to face this fact as I knelt with my burning ass resting on my legs
and her panties in her mouth, by her chair for the rest of the auction. My
sorrow heavy in my chest and I was no longer a person, but a bad pet or a
useless object set aside.
I
want to please her and she knows this, yet I am being punished and can say
nothing to her until I am acknowledged to. I hope it will be soon.
She
glared down at me and pulled her panties from my mouth. I turned my head
away by she held my chin firmly and stared intently into my eyes.
“I
hope you have learned your lesson, slut. I bragged about well disciplined
you are and you did what you did. I’m getting over being upset with you,
but still you have to earn my pleasure with you before I hand you at five
o’clock tomorrow. I promised you and you will obey him as you obey
me.”
“Yes,
mistress.” I muttered. “This girl is sorry for offending you,
mistress.”
She
kissed me and smiled. “Let’s go home, my pet. You have please me and
get the house ready for my purchase this weekend.”
The
cool air felt good blowing my cloak and cooling my ass in short spurts as
I walked across the parking lot to her Jeep Wrangler and let me in first
before she got in. I thought she was going to attach me to something like
she does night nights and open my cloak as she des once in awhile, but she
decided to let me sit uncuffed in the front seat as we head back through
down town to her house in the suburbs.
She
was quiet on the trip back. She wouldn’t even put on her music. I guess
she needed to think and I needed to think as well. I knew I shouldn’t
have responded like I did, but I was caught off guard and I suppose I lost
my trust in her for the moment. She had been so patient with me since I
first served her three years ago. She never once pushed me in to something
I was not ready to do and she felt I was ready for this. I have to live up
her expectations fro her and myself. She has always expected me to be at
my best with her and without her.
I
was also thinking her purchase and I was embarrassed that I could not
recognize my mistress’s voice in a crowd. She would have to make the
purchase while I was still backstage but I couldn’t help but to wonder
who she bought.
Or
what she will do with her or him. Is mistress feeling jealous me like I am
starting with her? This is only for a weekend, but so much can happen in a
day, much less a whole weekend. Will I still feel the same about Mistress
Olivia like I do now?
I
looked over to her and wondered if she was thinking the same thing about
me.
She
looked over to me and smiled. She put her hand on my knee as if she was
reassuring me about my fears of the future. Her hand didn’t stop at my
knee. We turned off at our exit and waited till we got into traffic before
my thigh quivered with her touch. I sighed slowly and closed my eyes. My
legs spread for her a little more, since my protocol is to have my legs
spread and every part of me is accessible to her at anytime.
Now
was a good time.
I
knew by her touch that was no longer angry at me and that for this moment,
everything is going to be okay. She kept fingering on the way home,
teasing me and bringing e to the edge and then stopping, never letting me
further. My eyes pleaded at her but she was keeping her eye on the road
and at long last, we arrived to the two story house.
When
we arrived in her driveway, she clipped the leash on to my collar and
unclipped my cloak. She pulled me out the jeep and to her front door. I
know how late it was but I was still afraid of a neighbor or a patrol car
passing by. Mistress Olivia gave me a coy smile and then slipped inside
and turned on the porch light, leaving outside, naked, and cold, where I
could be seen by anyone.
“Mistress?”
I whined softly enough to get her attention and not alert the neighbors to
my predicament.
She
watched me through the glass door and smiled sadistically. I could see my
reflection and I noticed how hard my nipples were.
She
opened the door and pulled me inside to the living room. She pulled me to
the center of the room and then she went her rattan chair. She sat in her
chair and crossed her legs like a queen.
When
she did that, I lowered my head and knelt in front o her.
She
crooked her finger at me and I crawled to her. She removed the leash and
pulled me by my D-ring to her lips.
“You
are cold, my pretty.” she whispered, “Get your naked slave girl ass up
those stairs to my room and wait for me.”
“Yes,
mistress. Gladly.” I whispered back to her.
She
kissed me and got up. I hauled my ass up the stair to her bedroom. I use
one her guests room during vanilla occasions like a social party but I
also have secret room the size of a walk in closet, attached her room.
When
she says “Wait for me” I’m supposed to climb under the covers keep
my hands above the covers and showing for her. I want to touch myself. I
need to cum but my body belongs to her she controls me completely.
Then
she appeared in the doorway and stared at me like a banquet. She sauntered
over to me. She pulled the covers from me.
I
was warmed up and my nipples were still rock hard. I spread my legs for
her, wider and bend my knees, show her how wet I was for her.
Stripped
from her gown and glided to the dresser and put on her black lace gloves.
She came over to me and traced my thigh with her lacy fingers. I put my
arms over my head and moaned. I gripped the iron frame, holding myself
back fro reaching her and guiding her hand to where I need it the most.
I
hate when she teases me.
I
love when she teases me.
Her
touch is electric and sensual.
I
whimper she starts at the knee and traces her finger up my left thigh to
just below my pussy. My eyes plead for her to finish me. I want to cum for
her and she is going to make me work for it.
“Mistressss!”
I hiss. I squirm under her touch more and more. My hands are gripping the
cold metal frame. I’m thrashing uncontrollably now.
She
stops.
I
need her now.
She
answers my silent prayer to her with my favorite strap-on and I was
gagged, you would have made out my smile.
She
was a gentle any woman and but as hard and brutal as any man could be. She
knew every part me and knew what I needed, desired, and wanted from her.
She
gave everything, to me and for her. My pussy was her to control and she
used it. She owned it and I was hers till she released me. She lorded over
me, constantly reminding me that my place was under her command, yet it
also meant that I also belonged to her and that I should never forget
that.
I
pray that she never will. dragonkeeper012003@yahoo.com
by Luna © 2003
I didn’t usually brave the bars at night, I was new in
town, but something drew me that night to see the ladies dancing, and
maybe catch glances with a few men. Maybe it was my new found
confidence, or the fact that I was free again. My marriage never did
make me feel good about myself, it made me feel… stuck, trapped, and
undesired. I was ready to be me, to let myself feel everything I had put
aside for so long.
Dressing to catch the eyes, I put on my favorite dress, silky pink rayon
with a scooping neck, dipping dangerously low over my breasts; it stops
just above my knees with a soft finish. The fabric clings to me, shaping
my curves, and accentuating my body. I would never have dared to wear
this around my husband, he just didn’t care. It has no sleeves, I like
the spaghetti straps, my arms are creamy and luminescent, and this dress
made me glow and that makes me feel good. I’m careful with my make-up;
I want to look good, not made up. That is till I reached for the deep
red lipstick. I don’t know why I love this on my lips so much, just
look at my lips puckered lightly with the dangerous stop sign red color.
I would drop dead if I were a man looking at me. My hair curls most
days, others I have to fight with it, but I’ve never had anyone say it
looked bad, so I just play it up a bit, add a bit of volume so that it
is still soft to the touch. The fingers will want to be in it
before the end of ‘hello’.
I bend to slide my feet into my heels, chunky heels, with straps up my
ankles, I’m buckled in, can’t get out of these in a hurry if I
tried. I like the feel of the buckles on my ankles, they make me feel so
feminine, so real in my skin, and I caress my legs as I stand. Nice
solid legs, nothing like models have, wiry and boney. I have flesh,
muscle, definition and I love it. Checking myself in the mirror once
more, I grab my purse and head out the door for a night on the town, I
deserve.
The walk to the bar isn’t that far, the town hasn’t grown in years,
just a stale water place where I moved to get away from the big city and
my history. The fresh start was more than welcomed as I began to meet
new people and become known in town. I have a sexy walk, I’ve been
working on it since childhood, the right sway of the hips in heels, the
walk carefully so that the clicking isn’t too loud, soft gentle steps.
I bring myself to the bar, standing across the street, just looking at
it and the white banner announcing the women featured there tonight,
“Crystal and Sasha NUDE!”
I take a deep breath, realizing I had been holding it for nervousness
sake, and walk across the empty street and to the heavy black door. My
fingers delicately wrap around the handle and I pull it open, looking in
carefully through the smoke filled room, darkened, with only neon lights
to light my way, I see the high stage, with its stereotypical poles and
the bright lights lighting it up like a torch. There are a few men here,
sitting at the tables around the stage, a few right up to the stage
itself, waiting like bloodhounds for the first site of flesh from the
curtains. Surveying the room, I then walk over to the bar, place my
purse down and took a high backed stool, where I could still see the
stage and signal to the bartender.
“What’ll it be, miss,” he grunts.
“Cosmopolitan, please,” I say. I’d never had one, but it sounded
so sophisticated and I wanted to be special. This was the beginning of
the new me.
He places the drink in front of me, and I look at it thoughtfully,
reminding myself that drinking always got me hot and excited. This place
was not going to help matters; I had always appreciated a beautiful
woman, especially as she danced. I toast myself and take a sip,
“here’s to whatever happens.”
I turn my attention back to the stage, the music slowly getting
raunchier as the time arrives to see the beauties, I lick my lips
sweetly. I cross my legs at the ankle, resting them on the bar foot,
reach up and tuck a wisp of hair behind my ear and smile to myself. I
lean a bit against the back of the chair. My body’s curves showing
under my clingy dress, teasing myself with the feel of it against my
skin. This shouldn’t be that bad, I’ve made it. I’m out. I’m
free to explore and be me, and see what there is to see. I casually
check out the men in the bar. There are a couple very young guys up at
the stage; the ones I thought were drooling when I entered. They look
very plastered and I wouldn’t doubt this wasn’t the first time they
have been in here. I smile, thinking of young innocence.
There were only a few others in the bar, sitting at darkened tables,
casually sipping their drinks, and I make eye contact with one of them,
nod softly and look back to my drink then the stage. Thinking he
didn’t look half bad, I glance again his way… he was staring at me!
I flush then redden at the bold gesture of this man, sipping my drink a
little too fast, fidgeting in my chair. I decide to get up and find a
different seat, at a table near the stage just as the starting music for
the wild night began. Nodding to the bartender I rise from my chair,
feeling suddenly very tall as I walk to the table closer to the stage,
yet consciously not far from the man that looked at me. An announcer
comes on the PA and states the show is underway. I make myself
comfortable, adjusting my skirt so that it lay smooth over my thighs.
Relaxing in the chair as the music gets all steamy.
The curtains burst open and a woman of about 18 comes out, longest legs
I’d ever seen and not much on besides. She’s wearing black; bra and
panties. High heels I would never dare to try to walk in alone dance in.
Her hair is teased and full, makeup caked on her face, brightening her
lips, darkening her eyes. I almost gape when I see her huge Barbie doll
breasts pressed into that too small bra, but her body looks so perfect.
She commands the stage with expertise and I can’t help but wonder how
she feels up there. The young men at the stage are enjoying her as she
slinks past them, teasing and fingering her body like a taught violin.
She knows what to do to tease the men.
Tucking a finger into her mouth she slowly drags it down her body,
cupping her breasts, touching, teasing, and fondling. It looked so good.
I wish someone were doing that to me.
I close my eyes for a moment, just thinking of the woman on the stage,
I’m so hot. It must be the drink; I’ve been drinking it too fast. I
run my fingers lightly over my neck and down my skin exposed from my
dress. It feels so good, almost tingly. My other hand idly caresses my
thigh over my dress, the fabric so soft and sensuous. My lips are dry
and I lick them with my tongue, still enjoying the way I feel; suddenly
turned on. Certainly no one can see me in the dark room the stage light
up like a runway. Then I hear a tap and my eyes fly open.
The gentleman that was staring so boldly has placed his drink at my
table and sat down dangerously close to me. I blush immediately for my
thoughts as if he could read them and nod to him sweetly; “hello” I
almost trip over my words.
“I hope you don’t mind that I sit here, you seemed to be alone.”
“No, certainly, you may.”
“Enjoying the pretty lady up there?”
“Yes, I am, are you?”
“Not really.”
“No?”
“No, I’m enjoying watching you more.”
There he had said it. He was watching me. He knew that I was caressing
myself, and taken with my situation, I turn my head away for a moment.
How was I to respond to him? My mind races with scenarios and then a
cold thought flashes. The old me would be shy and try to get away. I
didn’t want to be that woman any more. My heart said to talk to him,
nay, touch him. See what he did. Be bold right back. That’s what I
wanted to do, and that was what I was going to do. Flirt, be a tease,
drive this man crazy, because the old me wouldn’t have done it; not of
a million bucks.
I turned to him then, smiled and through my soft lashed eyes I see him
smile too. Then I reached out and cautiously touched his hand, placing
it under mine just for a moment, and then brought my hand back to my
lap. He smiles more at the gesture, which encourages me.
“I’m Luna.”
“Tonight, you can just call me Sir.”
Perking an eyebrow, I ponder this. He wants to remain a stranger? How
odd, yet exciting. It makes no difference to me.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Its, Sir.”
“Yes…”
“Nice to meet you, Sir.”
Okay, now I’m catching on, all this formal stuff. It excites me.
I’ll play his game, “Nice to meet you, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Good girl. Interesting. I’ve not been told that for years. Yet is
feels nice and I go with it.
He reaches up then and runs his hand through my hair. I’m slightly
shocked and yet don’t draw away. My hair gets ‘em every time. I grin
this time, teeth and all, leaning into his hand. He must have liked
that, because he winks at me. “How about you and me get to know each
other a bit better?”
I wonder exactly what he means. Then I know as he runs his finger over
my cheek then chin. My eyes have not left his. I bite my lower lip and
nod. What the hay, I’m an adult. I can do anything now. So what that
he wants me, go back to his place maybe and fuck. What is wrong with
that? Lord knows I need some, it has been so long. Besides, he isn’t
bad looking; I could get into him real easy. Let’s see how this tease
will play out.
He makes no motion to leave though, and I look at him. He reclines in
his seat, looking at me, and I have to admit I’m a bit uncomfortable.
What is he doing, undressing me with his eyes? Oh, that thought gives me
a blush once again, gosh darn that drink! I smile coyly and place my
hands in my lap, wondering just what is on his mind. Then he speaks:
“I’d like to see you up there, on stage like that woman, however I
don’t think you are ready, maybe someday. So how about we start small
and you give me a little show right here, it’s dark and no one is
paying attention anyhow. Besides, I think you would enjoy the attention.
Now, what were you thinking just a moment ago before I sat down? …
come one don’t be shy, I don’t see that in you.”
My mouth almost falls open, my goodness this man asks for a lot. Maybe
it’s my red lips as my hand goes up to my face to cover it. I blink a
few times, just trying to absorb it all. He wants me to do something
here, and god forbid, he would want to see me up there! Oh, I couldn’t
ever, that would just be too much, besides, no one likes a large girl
like me dancing around naked. “Uh, uh” I stammer.
“He smiles and leans into me, whispering, “You were thinking about
that girl up there weren’t you, how beautiful she is…tell me about
it.”
“Okay,” I croak.
“Okay, Sir” he replies.
Oh, that again, I see. I have to say that every time. I can do that. Be
formal about informal things, no problem. “Okay, Sir,” I repeat.
He gestures for me to continue and I take a deep breath, not once
meeting his eyes as I begin, “I like to look at women, the body of a
woman is beautiful, curvy and so erotic. Not like a man’s body. A man
is useful, unadorned, and practical. And the way she moves up there,
like she owns her body and knows exactly what to do with it, I envy
that. She can tease the men into frenzy and remain cool and calm…..
Sir.”
I look over to him then, and he is just staring at me, looking me over,
it’s getting quite innerving, and I cast my eyes down to my lap. Just
stop staring, please, I beg to myself.
“I find you very attractive, Luna. You have a beauty that is much more
than that woman up there. She is there for the sole purpose to tease
men. You have more to offer, you are strong willed, talented, confident,
and I see great promise in what you could become, with guidance.”
Lord, how long has he been watching me? Is he a stalker? No, that’s
silly. Maybe he is just over perceptive. Either way he has my
attention and I look back at him with my eyebrows pinched together just
a bit. “Thank you Sir” Guidance, what kind of guidance, I think
I’m doing well by myself here, I’m alive. What more is there?
“I’d like you to take your panties off.”
My eyes go wide. “Here, right now?”
“Yes.”
I look away, my hands crossing across my chest tightly, quite shocked
and uncomfortable, yet I’m curious, almost excited by the request. He
is right, the room isn’t watching me, what harm is there in doing as
he asked. He’s probably some underwear pervert or something. I decide
that there is no harm in it, this is an adult place. I can be naughty
here and no one will mind. I slowly unlace my hands and slide them
down to the hem of my dress, raising it carefully and slipping my hands
under just enough to catch the band of my lace panties, wiggling them
over my ample behind and down my legs. I carefully lift one foot at a
time and slide them over my heels then place them in my lap and look at
him, questioningly.
He opens his hand out to me, “Give them to me.”
I was right, some underwear nut. Oh well, I have plenty more where those
have come from. I hand him my panties, my hands shaking from the nerves
and mild excitement of what I am doing. He takes them and smiles at me.
“Are you excited, Luna? Does this turn you on?”
“Yes, it does Sir.”
“Good.”
I sit like that for a good 2 minutes, just watching him with my panties
and then back to the stage, where another girl has taken the first’s
place. This one is a brunette, shorter than the last and curvier too.
Her breasts aren’t as large as the lasts, but her eyes are a beautiful
green, like emeralds flashing in the light. She has freckles on her back
and thighs and she is so into the music, you could touch her and she
wouldn’t know. I swear she was going to orgasm right here on the stage
for us, her gyrations of lust and need so evident. Oh, it was so hot. I
flush and feel myself get more excited. I reach for my drink and take a
sip; it’s over half gone now. I look back at him, and he is smiling at
me still. I actually relax a bit, recline in my chair and feel a soft
sensation over my body, like a glow or heat, and I ache to touch myself
again and see if I get that same tingly feeling. My fingers curl at my
sides where they rest.
“Go ahead, Luna. No one is looking. You want to touch yourself don’t
you? I can see it. Pretend I’m not here, and do it. Do it for
me, please?”
His words are a whisper, but they sound like shouting in my ears. Yes, I
think. Just do it, feel yourself. What harm is there? My hands slide up
to my face, my neck and I delicately caress it, sliding down my neck to
my upper chest, the skin so soft. Yes, I can feel that tingle again;
it’s so good, so warm. I look over, he is watching me. I close my eyes
to block him out, yet subconsciously I know he is there. My hands slide
down over my soft dress, over my breasts, pressed up in my favorite bra,
cupping them gently. They are so heavy, and I can feel my nipples
tighten at my fingertips. Oh that feels so delicious. I must do it
again. I tweak my nipples over my dress, “mmm.”
“Good, I believe you are ready.”
My eyes fly open, “Ready for what? Sir?”
“Pull up your dress, so that I may see your thighs, Luna.”
Oh god, more exposure, and why am I so turned on by it? Showing a
complete stranger something so intimate about myself just because he
commands it? Yes, there is something so hidden and dirty about it. I
like that. I nibble my lower lip, thinking about what he has requested I
do and look around the bar. There aren’t many here, and those that are
are watching the naked lady on stage so I reach down to the hem of my
dress and slide it up slowly over my creamy thighs, my large smooth
thighs now visible to the man. I pull it up almost to my sex, stopping;
thinking this is a great tease for him, to want to see and can’t. He
shifts in his seat so that I don’t have to turn to look at him; he is
there almost in front of me. I’m not sure if he did that to block the
view for others, or to get a better view himself, and I just didn’t
care. My heart was beating rapidly and it was because of this man.
“Beautiful. Now Luna, how wet are you?”
“A bit, why Sir?” I’m more than a bit, I’m dripping surely, but
why tell him that. He’s not going to check.
“Check.”
“Check?” Oh god, he wants me to touch my pussy, right here in the
bar. Is that legal? Do I really want to do this? Yes, it does seem
exciting, and forbidden. It would be the first bar that I get thrown out
of, but wait, the dancers are naked… no one will pay any attention. I
reach down very cautiously, hesitantly and slip my fingers under my soft
pink dress and touch my thick meaty cunt, dragging my finger over the
slit then lifting my finger away. “Yes, Sir, I’m wet.”
He has this cocky smile on his face, like he is really enjoying telling
me what to do, and watching me do it, the underwear fiend. I wouldn’t
doubt if he wants to jack off so very bad now. My eyes dart to his lap;
I wonder what it looks like. No tastes like. God Luna, what are you
thinking!
“Let me see your finger, Luna.”
I raise it to him, and he smiles, looks at it, and then takes it in his
mouth. Oh my! He is licking my finger, I can feel his tongue swirling
around it in his mouth, and it doesn’t feel bad, not bad at all… kind of
nice actually. He takes it out of his mouth, dripping wet, and I look at
him.
“Play with yourself, Luna. Use that finger to play with yourself. Let
me watch you.”
Now this was too much, I can’t believe he is asking this. But then
again, isn’t this something you have always wanted to do? Deep down
inside this is exciting, alluring, and so very naughty. Show this man,
Luna. Show him what you can do to yourself. I close my eyes; I can’t
bear to look at him watching me. My finger slips back under my dress and
teases my pussy lips, they are so wet! When did that happen, was it when
he was sucking on my finger? It had to be, it was so… hot!
“Yes Luna, it feels good doesn’t it?”
I nod softly; eyes squeezed shut, not daring look at him. I hear him
adjust his seat again, but I don’t care. My fingers are sliding around
my slit, tickling and teasing, the ache getting stronger. I part my
pussy lips then and dart my sopping finger into it, touching my clit.
It’s so good, it throbs to respond.
“mmm” I moan.
“Good Luna, very nice.” His voice is right at my ear. He has moved
his chair even closer; I can feel his presence dangerously close to me.
Do I open my eyes? Pretend he isn’t there? Just do it, play with
yourself, who cares how close he is, so he likes to watch. You’ll get
off won’t you?
I rub my clit with that soaked finger, slowly, with deliberate strokes.
I know how to please myself. I’ve gotten really good at masturbating,
now that I am alone. Become a favorite pastime. It feels so nice,
and I feel so naughty, letting myself go here in a public place, cloaked
only by darkness and my pink dress. My head falls back a bit as the
pleasure begins to swell, I’m so hot. I could cum right away, without
much effort and my finger quickens.
“Slower dear, this isn’t a race,” he whispers,
“relax more Luna. Be yourself.”
I slow down a bit as his directions seep into me. My goodness he is good
with details, how can he see me that well. My good it feels so good to
let myself go. Feel myself relax. I slip my fingers down to finger my
cunt hole, so sensitive and wet, teasing my finger in and out, gasping
when I hit a good spot, and I bite my lower lip. This is heaven. And I
like it even more that he is watching me. No one has ever watched me
like this. Even my husband didn’t do it much. Well, you sure are
getting a good start on your new life. Masturbating in public? Oh how
bad can you be?
I tease myself like this, as the music changes, a hot saxophone, and
I’m sure that the dancers are changing too. I don’t want to open my
eyes and see; I’m enjoying myself too much. I’m beginning to moan
again, my finger working my clit faster, feeling so good. God I want to
cum. Do I dare let myself go? I’ve begun to tremble, my thighs shaking
lightly, my breath in pants. I’m so turned on, what is causing this;
I’ve not felt this good ever. “mmmm, ohhh”
“Yes Luna. Let yourself go. Cum for me. Feel your clit
get really hard. Let your body take over,...good girl,” he whispers.
That does it for me. His words are like cream, and they turn me on.
I’m over my limit. He is watching me and enjoying it. He wants me to
cum, he wants to see me. I’m shaking in my chair now, my body tensing
and stiffening as I climb higher. My finger works my clit so fast now,
it throbs and pulses under me OH yes, so good. I’m going to cum, I’m
going to cum for this stranger, this man who calls himself Sir. I
don’t care what happens now. Just have to release. I let myself go.
My body tenses and arches in my chair, I can feel his face just inches
from mine, watching me, inhaling me almost. I press my heels into the
floor, legs locked tightly as I tremble and buck under my fingers. My
body ripples with pleasure, tingling all over, my nipples are painfully
hard as I moan loudly, then bite my lip to try and keep quiet, my body
crashing wave after wave as my finger assaults my hard little clit. So
good, so wet, yes, this is what I needed. Let me soar higher. Oh yes!
I come down slowly, I’m aware of the room and the music once again. He
is still there, close to me and I smile to myself. That was so good. I
hope he enjoyed it as much as I did. I open my eyes and look at him, all
dreamy. My face is dusted with sweat, and my body feels like jell-o.
I’ve moved so much in my chair that my dress is almost to my waist. I
scoot to adjust it, give me some cover. Bring myself back to reality. Oh
but what a ride. He is smiling at me, that cocky pleased with himself
grin.
“Very beautiful, Luna. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome…. Sir,” I whisper, my heart still racing as I
try to collect myself.
“I’d like to see you again, would you mind?”
“No Sir,” I blush, of course you would, you want to fuck me now. I
can see it.
“I shall call on you again, when the time is right. Again, thank you
for your…. Show. It was much better than anything these girls could
have done. Enjoy your evening, Luna.”
He rises from his chair and walks out of the bar, leaving me blushing
and perplexed. No phone number, no address. How was he going to see me
again? No clue. I collect myself, adjust my dress, get myself together
somewhat, and glance back up to the lady on the stage. They are so
beautiful, their bodies perfect and honed. I envy them. My body isn’t
like that. Yet I gave that man some pleasure I’m sure. I get up to
leave, sure that he isn’t there waiting for me. Nodding to the
bartender as I leave, he smiles at me a bit bigger than I expected and I
rush just a bit faster out the door.
Oh! The pervert! My panties! I didn’t even think to ask, as I rush
across the street and walk back to my apartment. My first night out and
I’m already without panties. What else could happen? Whatever it is,
that man promised to be back… and I would be waiting. |
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