“It is such a reward, this dream become a reality,” you assumed as you rested there
between both guys that chatted sotto voce throughout you, intending an impossible
future, while you viewed the wonderful screen on the dancing flooring. You did
not mind the disturbance, locating their earnest voices a calming existence as
you allow your mind float off right into hazy creativity.
You might drift down onto that dancing flooring on your own, showing on your own to the
gaze of the happy customers, a celebrity for the program, dance for their
entertainment and also for his unique satisfaction. Your pirouettes would certainly trigger your
skirts to drift up high round your waistline disclosing the high cut underwears to the
gaze of the beloved monde of the district. The matter’s girl revealed for their
pleasure. Would certainly they avert professionally or would certainly their stare ended up being fixated
on the swirl of your skirt, viewing it stream like silken sediment on the
burgeoning wave of the inbound trend?
You trembled your head, bringing on your own back to fact, getting to to the
reassuringly cool down touch of the broach pinned simply over your bust. Your
Master had actually offered it to your with earlier that night, pinning it carefully
onto your reduced cut decollete dress, an additional sign of his possession of your
precious body. The little gem as the centre flashed in the lights
reflected from the dancing flooring, equally as your very own brilliant eyes sparkled in the
candlelight. Both pearls on either side soaked up the light, as did your
pale cheeks.
A waiter approached to take your order. You decreased your head and also looked down
to the area setup, awaiting your Master to get for you. You looked up
at him gratefully, assuming exactly how scrumptious the recipes seemed with his rounded
vowels. The idea of those unique flavours in your mouth made you drool.
So did the limited behind of the young steward as he moved far from their table,
bowing virtually with dignity and also transforming in the direction of the cooking areas to bring their
repast. Your Master chuckled, following your eyes and also took your face in his
hand, cupping your chin and also raising your confront look straight right into his
twinkling environment-friendly eyes.
“You are such a mischievous lady, aren’t you,” he scolded you, slapping your face
gently and also bringing a little colour to your cheekbone. You flushed and
suppressed a laugh, however did not reject his allegation, understanding that he might
want to spank you later on for your misdemeanours.
The Spanish professional dancers on the flooring were getting to a critical surface as their food
arrived. The marking of their feet, drummed right into your mind, like a hundred
messages in the evening. Your heart beat increased with the beat of the music
and with the view of your unique training plate, loaded with wonderfully
fragrant meats. You gazed in the direction of your Master and also he responded, allowing you
to slide from your chair and also kneel by his side.
You searched for at him as he existed with home plate. He leant down and
tasted the food with his fork, prior to responding his authorization. The young waiter
took it to a side table, where he reduced the food up, preventing any type of requirement for you
to usage flatware. You desired all so unique to your proprietor. You grinned up at
him, thinking about the unique treatment that he had actually required to prepare this evening for
you, this evening of event as your go back to the estate.
The boy brought home plate over to you and also curved to put it on the floor
besides you. You searched for at him, your eyes widened, entertained to see the
confusion in his eyes, knowing that this should be his very first solution for your
Master. You virtually purred to on your own at the idea that this man-boy, this
youth was fresh and also all set for you to appreciate later on.
You desired that you were allowed to rise to check the firmness of his
youthful expertise. You questioned whether one so young would certainly have the ability to fill up you
and to provide you the simply deserts that awaited you. You limited yourself
though, captured in the internet of conceptions that your Master weaved around your
head, understanding that there would certainly be satisfaction in time – of that you made sure.
“Consume my dear,” your Master regulated insistently. “Do not wait on us.”
You might really feel the various other guy grinning as your adviser and also Master pushed your
head in the direction of your plate, needing you to flex down to confiscate the little pieces
of meat in your mouth. You ate at the tender flesh, munching gently,
letting the aroma and then the spicy taste warm your body through.
You could feel the smile broaden as the plum of your bottom spread under the
thin silk gown. Then, as your Master reached down to lift the skirt up round
your waist so that your bottom was exposed, an appreciative chuckle reached
your alert ears. You knew that you were revealed bar the little protection
afforded by your rather immodest high cut panties.
You trembled, knowing the excitation that you must be causing and at the feel
of your Master’s hand on your buttock, squeezing and pinching the flesh gently,
before a palm slapped your bottom sharply in a sudden gesture that almost made
your hiccup. You yelped, but looked down, knowing that your Master knew
exactly what was best for your. You realised that your saucy wriggling, your
wretched trembling, was distracting the gentlemen from their meal.
You looked over your shoulder and looked up at your Master, watching him enjoy
the exquisite flavour of the rare meats that he had selected for you both.
Then you returned to the plate, reaching down to flick another morsel onto your
tongue, to savour it, even as you knew the gentleman with your Master was
savouring your elevated hindquarters.
“Pink meat is so much more flavoursome, when it has proper exposure,” you heard
your Master remark as fingers slipped under the elastic of your panties and you
felt them being slowly lowered. He slipped them over the apex of your raised
bottom, over your round thighs to your knees. He taped the back of your knee
impatiently and you lifted first one leg and then the other obediently,
allowing him to slide the garment further down, before leaving it at mid calf,
where they rested, leaving an indentation in the receptive flesh just as it had
done as they descended.
The tight elastic gave you the sensation of light bondage, as if silken ropes
had been twisted around your calves, binding you to his service. You knew that
you were bound for pleasure, when his hands slid up your thigh. He stroked the
flesh, occasionally squeezing and pinching, before reaching between the apex of
your thighs to cup and caress your recently shaven mound. You shivered
involuntarily as his fingers traced the moist slit of your sexuality, probing
to the first knuckle and then withdrawing, before pressing inwards again. It
felt exquisite.
“She is quite receptive is she not?” the other man’s voice interrupted your
thought processes.
“She is that,” your master replied, allowing his finger sink into your sticky
centre and after that withdrawing much to your disappointment, “Aren’t you, my
dear?”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered, turning your head fearfully to glance at him
sitting with his legs to one side of his chair lifting his finger towards you.
You opened your mouth and sucked at his fingers, tasting yourself on his
fingers, your own slightly acrid juices mingling with the residue of the meats.
He pushed his finger between your teeth, touching your tongue and pressing it
to the base of your mouth as his finger hover millimetres away from the back of
your throat. A little way forward and you would have to submit to that gagging
sensation, but he resisted the impulse to demonstrate his control and your
subservience. He knew you were his and had no need to play to the gallery like
other less certain dominants.
“You tenderise that cozy flesh occasionally?” the other voice enquired, a
rougher hand encroaching on your body and squeezing her, slightly cruelly so
that you wanted to flinch away.
“Her budding sassiness needs chastisement, but all flowers will spread for
exploration, after the necessary preparation,” came the soft spoken response,
as a finger coated in your own saliva, corkscrewed its way gently into the
pucker of your lower, making you sigh with delighted pleasure. ” Yes, she
needs penetrating insights occasionally, just as she needs such a treat.”
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