My eyes were drawn to a man moving toward us and I realized Master was returning, this time carrying a large black bag. He slipped out of my line of sight and I fought the urge to twist, curious as to what he had in that bag. More importantly, what he was going to do with whatever he had in that bag.
“I like you just like this,” Sir said softly. “Restrained and naked for my pleasure.”
My eyes shot up to his and I held his stare, wondering if he could see my fear.
He brushed the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “I’m going to have fun with you.”
His words made me tremble.
Master appeared in front of me, holding something out to Sir. I watched them exchange what appeared to be a small black case as well as several long cotton swabs. The kind you see in a doctor’s office.
“This is what is known as sensation play, sweet girl,” Sir explained, opening the case. There were several small canisters, each with a lid. They looked almost like lip gloss containers. Sir retrieved one, then handed the case back to Master.
“Bring the blindfold,” Sir directed Master.
My heart slammed against my chest as I thought about being blindfolded. Taking away my sight meant I would not be able to see who was around me, who was touching me. I wouldn’t know what they were doing.
Then again, I realized that was the point. I was to put my trust in Sir.
“Breathe, little one,” Master crooned softly in my ear as he pulled my hair back and secured it before placing the blindfold over my eyes, effectively blocking everything out. “I want you to focus on our touch.” His hand caressed my cheek. “On the way it makes you feel.”
I exhaled slowly, trying to relax as his skin brushed mine before he secured the blindfold behind my head, making sure it was fixed in place. I could see nothing, not even light coming through.
My other senses were instantly heightened. I could hear the drone of conversation taking place around us, the clink of the chains above me when I shifted. The scent of sex and a variety of cologne and perfume permeated the air.
Something cool touched my left nipple. I could tell it was the cotton swab. It was dragged over my nipple, coating it with liquid. My other nipple was soon covered and I focused on breathing. The touch had barely disappeared when my nipples contracted from the intense chill consuming them. It had to be whatever Sir put on me. I inhaled sharply, my entire body feeling the overwhelming cold from whatever it was.
“You’re safe, pet,” Sir assured me. “I would never do anything to harm you. What I’m using will not damage your skin, only heighten your senses.”
I jerked when something brushed over my clit. It was too hard to be a finger, so I assumed it was the cotton swab. I listened intently, trying to determine what was being done to me. The only thing I heard was the steady thump of my heartbeat.
A second later, a soft puff of air blew between my legs and heat swamped me. Unlike the stuff on my nipples, this was warm, growing hotter by the second. I moaned as heat infused my clit.
“Very pretty,” Sir whispered. “Tell me what it feels like. How are your nipples?”
“Cold,” I whimpered.
“And your clit?”
“Hot.”
“What’s your color?”
“Green.”
“Very good.”
It took a moment for me to realize I was panting as the sensations warred. The cold on my nipples and the heat on my clit…it brought me to a new level of awareness.
Something soft brushed down between my shoulder blades. It felt almost like…a feather. I tried to relax, allowing the gentle teasing to block out the other sensations. Then something soft outlined my breasts, teasing over them, then under, before sliding down my belly.
A moan built as the pleasure intensified. Whatever they were doing, it was engulfing me, stealing my thoughts, leaving me unable to formulate words as the sensations overtook my body.
“Be very still, pet,” Master instructed, his voice gruff in my ear.
I tried to keep my muscles from twitching, but the sensations were too much. The feather—or whatever it was—glided over every inch of my skin from my neck to my toes, on the front and back of my body. The instant I would relax, my skin would be tickled in another spot, bringing attention to the chill on my nipples and the heat between my legs.
I swallowed another moan, remembering there were people watching.
A smack landed on my ass and I shrieked from the instant sting.
“We want to hear you,” Sir growled. “I want the whole building to know what you’re feeling. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said on a breathless moan.
The feathers continued to tease for what felt like forever, and I found myself drifting on that same sensual haze I’d felt when Master had flogged me. It was a feeling I remembered well, a state of bliss I found myself looking forward to. It allowed all thought to dissipate, leaving me suspended between time and space.
