The Exhibitionist
Page 5
“That’s my plan.”
She shifted her weight impatiently from side to side on the elevator ride and once I unlocked the door, I simply said, “Go.”
While she got ready, I sat on the couch and wrote out my observations of the group party. The first thing that concerned me was how lax security had seemed. There was one member working the door and one Dungeon Monitor on duty. One person at the door was enough, but it seemed to be asking a lot for one person to oversee the entire party as DM.
I tapped my pen on the notebook. What we needed was a place with video cameras so DMs could keep an eye on every room at once. And more acting DMs. Hard to get more DMs when the group itself only numbered around twenty regular attendees, with an additional fifteen or so casual members. And the only person whose house had cameras was Daniel, and even he didn’t have them installed inside. I couldn’t very well make a recommendation that a host house had to have cameras.
Things to think on another day and time. For tonight, I belonged to Abby and I was going to focus my attention and time on her.
She waited for me the way I’d requested, nude and kneeling in the middle of the floor. Her breathing was deep and even and her posture was relaxed, yet still at attention, so I knew she was waiting for me to speak.
There were no words to describe how I felt whenever I saw her waiting for me like this. Through the years, I’d tried to come up with them, but they somehow always fell short of capturing the emotion that swelled in my chest and the humility I felt at receiving her submission.
“You are amazing,” I said to her. “Absolute perfection.”
She didn’t say anything because I hadn’t given her permission to speak, but I saw her cheeks flush. Everything that was beautiful was captured in her. She would point to her breasts that weren’t as firm as they used to be since she’d had two children, or she’d mention her belly that wasn’t as perfectly flat, even though she worked out hard trying to make it so. I saw those things, too, and thought they made her even more beautiful because they were the markings of a body that had grown, nourished, and created the new life that was our children. To me, they were the badges of her love for me.
My need for her grew, and the group’s troubles left my mind. “On your back with your ass at the edge of the bed.”
She rose gracefully and moved to the bed. Her hips swayed seductively and the curve of her ass begged me to spank it. I’d have to do that later. She climbed onto the bed and got into position. When we’d checked in, she mentioned how much she liked the white bedding. Personally, I thought it was ironic—all that pure white bedding as a backdrop for all the wicked things I would do to her body.
“Touch yourself,” I told her. “Are you still wet after being flogged?”
I could see she was, but I wanted to see her finger herself. I unbuckled my pants and stepped out of them.
“Look at me,” I commanded. I fisted my cock and gave it a few pumps with my hand. “Are you wet?”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was heavy with lust and need.
“Being tied up and flogged turned you on.”
The evidence of her arousal was slick against her upper thighs. I wanted to taste her, but feared that might push her over the edge. She’d been holding back her orgasm for over an hour by now. I moved to stand between her legs and slipped two fingers inside.
“Hell, yes. Feel that. How wet you are.”
Her lower body strained with the effort to remain still. Just that small movement showed how much she trusted me. She purposely held off letting herself orgasm because she trusted me to let her come when I knew it would bring her the most pleasure. Even now, holding still, she did it because it was what I expected and she wanted to please me. And she knew in doing so, I would please her.
I removed my fingers and brought them up to her mouth. “Suck them. Prove how much you want me. How much you want my cock.”
She took me deep inside her mouth, running her tongue around and between my fingers.
With my free hand I cupped her breast and while she gave my fingers a hard suck, I pinched her nipple. “It’s been too long since I’ve had clamps on you. I think the next weekend the kids are gone, I’m going to have you go topless all day and every so often I’ll decorate you with clamps and then have you go about your day, your breasts marked for my viewing pleasure.”
Her soft moan told me she would like that.
“Maybe I’ll have you go topless to the next group meeting, wearing only my clamps.” I pinched her other nipple. “Or maybe I’ll use clamps with bells and then fuck you, so every time I push inside your pussy, they ring. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Master. Yes to both.”
I loved playing with her breasts. I wished I had my crop with me. It would be fun to flick the tip of the crop against her nipples. But, unfortunately, I hadn’t brought my toy bag with me for the weekend and all my implements were back in New York. I smiled. Good thing I knew how to improvise.
Instead I flicked her nipples with my fingers. It wasn’t expected and she gasped. Feeling slightly evil, I held one breast and flicked the nipple again and again.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck,” she panted almost in time with my flicks.
Her positive response turned me on and I wanted to drive her even more out of her mind with pleasure. I brought my knee up to rest between her legs, pushing against her slightly, and she moaned at the unexpected sensation.
“You’re so wet. So needy.” I pressed it harder. “I bet I could make you come just like this.”
I moved my knee back and forth, making sure to hit her in different spots and every so often, rubbing her clit. Then I gave her nipple a flick with every stroke of her clit until she was writhing under me.
“I like watching you squirm. Rocking your body with the pleasure I give you. Makes me so hard. Fucking turns me on.”
I switched to her other breast and flicked that nipple, still pressing my knee where I knew it would drive her mad.
“That’s it. Push against me. Show me how much you need me to fill that pussy.” She wiggled against me, desperate for more. “You want it? You want my cock?”
“Yes. Please, Master.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” I put my foot back on the floor. I lifted her hips, brought them in line with my cock, and slowly eased into her.
Her breasts were red from my earlier attention. Mine. I loved taking her after a play session when my marks were still visible on her skin. Loved how it showed she was mine and mine alone and I would take her knowing she would never wear another man’s marks.
She shifted her weight impatiently from side to side on the elevator ride and once I unlocked the door, I simply said, “Go.”
While she got ready, I sat on the couch and wrote out my observations of the group party. The first thing that concerned me was how lax security had seemed. There was one member working the door and one Dungeon Monitor on duty. One person at the door was enough, but it seemed to be asking a lot for one person to oversee the entire party as DM.
I tapped my pen on the notebook. What we needed was a place with video cameras so DMs could keep an eye on every room at once. And more acting DMs. Hard to get more DMs when the group itself only numbered around twenty regular attendees, with an additional fifteen or so casual members. And the only person whose house had cameras was Daniel, and even he didn’t have them installed inside. I couldn’t very well make a recommendation that a host house had to have cameras.
Things to think on another day and time. For tonight, I belonged to Abby and I was going to focus my attention and time on her.
She waited for me the way I’d requested, nude and kneeling in the middle of the floor. Her breathing was deep and even and her posture was relaxed, yet still at attention, so I knew she was waiting for me to speak.
There were no words to describe how I felt whenever I saw her waiting for me like this. Through the years, I’d tried to come up with them, but they somehow always fell short of capturing the emotion that swelled in my chest and the humility I felt at receiving her submission.
“You are amazing,” I said to her. “Absolute perfection.”
She didn’t say anything because I hadn’t given her permission to speak, but I saw her cheeks flush. Everything that was beautiful was captured in her. She would point to her breasts that weren’t as firm as they used to be since she’d had two children, or she’d mention her belly that wasn’t as perfectly flat, even though she worked out hard trying to make it so. I saw those things, too, and thought they made her even more beautiful because they were the markings of a body that had grown, nourished, and created the new life that was our children. To me, they were the badges of her love for me.
My need for her grew, and the group’s troubles left my mind. “On your back with your ass at the edge of the bed.”
She rose gracefully and moved to the bed. Her hips swayed seductively and the curve of her ass begged me to spank it. I’d have to do that later. She climbed onto the bed and got into position. When we’d checked in, she mentioned how much she liked the white bedding. Personally, I thought it was ironic—all that pure white bedding as a backdrop for all the wicked things I would do to her body.
“Touch yourself,” I told her. “Are you still wet after being flogged?”
I could see she was, but I wanted to see her finger herself. I unbuckled my pants and stepped out of them.
“Look at me,” I commanded. I fisted my cock and gave it a few pumps with my hand. “Are you wet?”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was heavy with lust and need.
“Being tied up and flogged turned you on.”
The evidence of her arousal was slick against her upper thighs. I wanted to taste her, but feared that might push her over the edge. She’d been holding back her orgasm for over an hour by now. I moved to stand between her legs and slipped two fingers inside.
“Hell, yes. Feel that. How wet you are.”
Her lower body strained with the effort to remain still. Just that small movement showed how much she trusted me. She purposely held off letting herself orgasm because she trusted me to let her come when I knew it would bring her the most pleasure. Even now, holding still, she did it because it was what I expected and she wanted to please me. And she knew in doing so, I would please her.
I removed my fingers and brought them up to her mouth. “Suck them. Prove how much you want me. How much you want my cock.”
She took me deep inside her mouth, running her tongue around and between my fingers.
With my free hand I cupped her breast and while she gave my fingers a hard suck, I pinched her nipple. “It’s been too long since I’ve had clamps on you. I think the next weekend the kids are gone, I’m going to have you go topless all day and every so often I’ll decorate you with clamps and then have you go about your day, your breasts marked for my viewing pleasure.”
Her soft moan told me she would like that.
“Maybe I’ll have you go topless to the next group meeting, wearing only my clamps.” I pinched her other nipple. “Or maybe I’ll use clamps with bells and then fuck you, so every time I push inside your pussy, they ring. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Master. Yes to both.”
I loved playing with her breasts. I wished I had my crop with me. It would be fun to flick the tip of the crop against her nipples. But, unfortunately, I hadn’t brought my toy bag with me for the weekend and all my implements were back in New York. I smiled. Good thing I knew how to improvise.
Instead I flicked her nipples with my fingers. It wasn’t expected and she gasped. Feeling slightly evil, I held one breast and flicked the nipple again and again.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck,” she panted almost in time with my flicks.
Her positive response turned me on and I wanted to drive her even more out of her mind with pleasure. I brought my knee up to rest between her legs, pushing against her slightly, and she moaned at the unexpected sensation.
“You’re so wet. So needy.” I pressed it harder. “I bet I could make you come just like this.”
I moved my knee back and forth, making sure to hit her in different spots and every so often, rubbing her clit. Then I gave her nipple a flick with every stroke of her clit until she was writhing under me.
“I like watching you squirm. Rocking your body with the pleasure I give you. Makes me so hard. Fucking turns me on.”
I switched to her other breast and flicked that nipple, still pressing my knee where I knew it would drive her mad.
“That’s it. Push against me. Show me how much you need me to fill that pussy.” She wiggled against me, desperate for more. “You want it? You want my cock?”
“Yes. Please, Master.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” I put my foot back on the floor. I lifted her hips, brought them in line with my cock, and slowly eased into her.
Her breasts were red from my earlier attention. Mine. I loved taking her after a play session when my marks were still visible on her skin. Loved how it showed she was mine and mine alone and I would take her knowing she would never wear another man’s marks.
