Holy shit.
“Thank you for choosing me, Master Edge,” the woman cooed as he led her over to the table.
He held her hand as he had her step onto the top. Once she was standing on the table, he made a slow circle around her. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but it intrigued me nonetheless.
“Remove your clothing,” he instructed. “But do so slowly. Remember it’s all about presentation.”
The submissive nodded her head, then reached for the hem of her dress. Her eyes remained fixed on Master Edge as she slowly raised it, revealing her creamy thighs, then higher. I was surprised to see she was wearing a pair of gold, see-thru panties.
Seconds later, the dress came off and she allowed it to fall to the floor on the side of the table.
“Very nice,” Master Edge said approvingly.
She smiled, then wiggled out of her panties.
“Now assume the inspect pose.”
My eyes widened as I watched. That was the first time I was hearing a named position.
The woman gracefully spread her legs shoulder-width apart, went up on the balls of her feet, then laced her fingers behind her head, her elbows pointed outward. It left every part of her body open and…well, available for inspection. Plus, it defined her calf muscles, lifted her breasts, and accentuated the lines of her body.
It was certainly intriguing.
Master Edge moved around her, his eyes grazing every inch of her skin. He paused when he was behind her, slipping his hand between her legs.
“You’re very eager, aren’t you, slave?”
“Yes, Master Edge.”
“What do you consider your most appealing physical attribute?” he asked the woman.
She answered without hesitation. “My breasts, Master Edge.”
He moved around in front of her, tweaking her nipples firmly. “I’ll agree, they are very nice.” Master Edge lifted his eyes to hers. “Now which part of your body are you offering up as your gift to me?”
“Whatever pleases you, Master Edge.”
“Very good answer.” He smacked her ass. “Now kneel on the table.”
The submissive quickly yet gracefully knelt on the table. Her back remained straight, her big breasts dangling downward, her legs slightly spread so her pussy was visible.
“I’m going to take your mouth as my gift,” Master Edge informed her as he unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock.
I noticed he was partially aroused already. That seemed to change quickly as he used her mouth for his pleasure. I found it interesting that he didn’t touch her, didn’t try to pull her mouth onto him. He simply rocked his hips, fucking her face. I could tell she was doing her best not to move, remaining in that perfect position.
Yes, I found it hot.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, slave. Close your lips around me and suck hard.”
The woman did as he instructed, and after several more forceful thrusts, Master Edge came down her throat with a long grunt.
When he was finished, he helped her to her feet, then led her over to his chair before pulling her onto his lap. It was nice that he didn’t send her back to the tree, choosing to hold her in his arms. I imagined that made her feel better.
“Thank you for sharing your gift with us, Master Edge,” Justin said. “Who has number two?”
“I do,” Kristen said, getting to her feet.
She led her boyfriend over to the table, then waited while he stood on the top.
“Please undress for me, sub,” she commanded.
Surprisingly, Kristen did not give him any instruction as to how, but he seemed to know what would please her. He slowly removed his shirt, revealing an extremely hard body and a surprising number of tattoos. I noticed that the submissive gifts were all watching intently from their spots near the tree. I couldn’t blame them. The man was impressively built.
When he removed his pants, my eyes widened. His cock was huge. Like…really freaking huge. On top of that, he was pierced. His penis! His freaking huge penis had a barbell through the end. I shivered as I thought about how painful that must’ve been to do. Still, I couldn’t look away because he was…huge.
And I’d thought Ben was the most well-endowed man I’d ever seen.
Kristen trailed one blood-red nail over her submissive’s cock, making it twitch from her touch. “Please lie down on your back on the table.” She motioned to one end. “Put your head down there.”
She turned her attention to those around them.
“Is anyone willing to loan me their submissive for a few minutes? Keep in mind, my slave will be touching her and she will be instructed to come. However, there will be no penetration.”
To my absolute horror, Master offered me up.
Kristen smiled down at me, then held out her hand. Her fingers were soft against my own and I slowly got to my feet. She led me around to the end of the table near her slave’s head.
