“If you’re wearing panties, please remove them.”
Feeling extremely out of my element, I stumbled when I removed my panties, letting them fall to the floor. I couldn’t stop looking over at Master and Sir, noticing they were watching me intently.
“Sub, I don’t think it’s necessary to ask what your most impressive physical attribute is,” Kristen said with a chuckle as she once again ran her finger over his huge dick. “However, I would like you to tell me what part of your body your Mistress is most fascinated with.”
“My pierced tongue, Mistress,” he said softly, his eyes focused upward.
His tongue was pierced, too? Holy crap.
“Very good.”
Kristen’s eyes lifted to meet mine. “Please turn around and lift your dress to your waist.”
It wasn’t easy, but I managed to do as she instructed, all while trying to block out all the eyes I knew were on me. I had no idea what was about to happen.
“Sub, please make her come with only your tongue. And if you can do so within three minutes, you have my permission to come as well. But you aren’t allowed to touch yourself.”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure, Mistress.”
I felt heat flood my face, knowing that everyone here was going to watch Kristen’s submissive make me come. With his tongue. The mere thought of coming in front of all these people was terrifying, but I tried to block it out, tried to pretend we were in the office and…
Yeah. It wasn’t helping.
Big, warm hands wrapped around my thighs, urging me backward until I was standing above the man laid out on the table, my legs spread wide as I was forced to bend my knees because of the width of the table. It was actually the perfect position, although it wasn’t the most comfortable. My thighs burned from holding myself up. Kristen’s submissive shifted, taking some of my weight on his forearms, which made relaxing a little easier.
A second later, a gentle rasp caressed my slit, then her submissive fused his mouth to my clitoris. His wicked tongue—piercing and all—was as good as Kristen said it was and it wasn’t long before my legs were trembling and I was moaning in earnest, my eyes closed tightly as I continued to block out the rest of the room. My orgasm remained just out of reach and I thought for a second he was going to miss his deadline. I should’ve known he had everything under control. When he lapped repeatedly over the sensitive bundle of nerves, it shot me closer to the edge, only to be forced right over when he relentlessly flicked my clit with only the tip.
I cried out as I came and as I was standing up straight, trying not to fall over, I heard him groan his own release. I turned in time to see his cock jerking and twitching as his seed spurted all over his belly. The most amazing thing was he hadn’t touched himself, hadn’t been incited in any way. Until that moment, I didn’t know it was possible for a man to come like that.
“That’s a very nice trick,” one of the Doms said to Kristen. “Must’ve taken a lot of training.”
She smiled. “He’s a very good boy.”
Kristen held out her hand to me, then escorted me over to Master and Sir. I knelt on the floor as Kristen’s submissive handed my panties over to Sir before cleaning himself with a towel that his mistress handed him.
“Who goes next?” Justin asked as one of the submissives used disinfecting wipes to clean the table.
“That would be me,” Master Arlington said proudly.
I figured things were about to get really interesting.
Thirteen
I COULDN’T DENY THAT WATCHING all the interactions as the Doms opened their gifts and used their toys was getting me all worked up. Since the time the gift opening started, I’d seen pretty much everything in the kink spectrum. For example, a female submissive fucking another female submissive with a strap-on; a master decorating his submissive with a variety of wax, coloring her breasts and her pussy with the warm liquid; another master unwrapping his gift only to tie her back up with jute, creating an impressive design with her body and the rope.
Admittedly, I’d been captivated by Justin inserting a thick plug into Ben’s ass before punishing him with a wide, wooden paddle until he came. It appeared that some people preferred punishment as a means to achieve orgasm. Who would’ve thought?
As of now, almost everyone else had gone, with only Master, Sir, and Jordan remaining. I wasn’t sure who would be next, but I was hoping it would be me. Then again, the thought of watching Jordan master his own submissive was intriguing in its own right.
“Thank you, Master Chaos,” Justin said. “Who’s next?”
Adrenaline shot through my bloodstream when no one said anything. I could tell they were purposely holding back, probably wanting to keep me and the other submissive on edge. It was working.
