Fetish

Keywords: The, Seat, of, Ch., Baroness', 08, Learning,

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It felt wonderful.
His robe is half covering her mound of flesh, so His fingers slide around it over and over, telling her of His want and need. Still, He debates through all of this with the other Dom's and Domme's at the table. Her face gives to inclination of His playing. She would not betray that to anyone unless He had said that is permitted. Her body slowly bears down onto His rising member to feel it press against the softness of her ass. Fingers now probing deeper into her depth, a telltale sigh resonates from her lips though it sounds just as she is happy to be with her Master to all who may hear. As two fingers plunge with a forceful motion, His thumb grazes her tiny hard button. At that, He can feel her tense and release with no giveaway sound.

He smiles at her and fucks His hand harder below the table's edge. Her full arousal is evident to Him, but to no one else since His movements aren't exaggerated. To them, it is as though He is rubbing along her thigh. Over and over, His fingers explore her dark wet chasm...spreading it wide, then letting it close around His long extensions. As quickly as it began, it is done. He pulls His fingers from her heat and dips them in His wine as though He's stirring it for a taste. The juices He has collected mix and mingle with the wine until He's satisfied with the result. The glass is raised to His lips. A pause for a quick inhale of the intoxicating aroma, and then He drinks. He swirls the dark fluid around His mouth. This further arouses her to a full passion.

Then, the crystal goblet is brought to her lips. With a nod, He commands her to sip. As she does, she can smell the sweet scent of her love and lust combining with the deep wine. Her lips part as He tips the glass up. The fluid rushes into her mouth with a burst of flavor. She too swirls it before swallowing the erotic mixture. A warm smile is lighting her features. He then lifts her with one arm and places her gently down on her chair.

He bends to speak softly to only her, "I shall return my sweet. If it is not I, someone will be along to bring you to Me soon. My love surrounds you always, remember that."

With a nod in agreement from her, He leaves along with the company that was with Him. She is again alone but feeling a bit better about things with His parting words still ringing in her ears.

Some time passes before she begins to worry that she will sit forever alone at this table. Her leash now hooked once more to the notch, she cannot leave. She would not as she was told to stay in place. Again, she takes in the sights and sounds of the large room. A small male slave fills her glass with wine without much notice to her at all. As he turns to leave, she sees huge red welts flung haphazardly across his back. She shudders and stares down at her goblet. Her fingers curl around the delicate stem, and she raises it up in a silent toast to him and his pain. A feeling creeps up her spine as she whirls around to see two large men standing behind her.

All of a sudden, dread enters her soul. She just has a feeling something not to her liking is about to happen. The taller of the two, hair shrouded in a deep burgundy hood, face still as stone, goes to unhook the chain. Panic invades her then, as she knows she is being taken away. However, it is not in the direction her Master had gone. She thinks to struggle against their lead, but that would look bad of her Master and He did say someone might be along to retrieve me soon. She glances up and around to attempt once more to find Him, but fails as she is taken to a dark tunnel behind the staging area.

Her corset is ripped from her body in one slice of a smooth dagger. The man that wields it is a hulking man with a nasty sneer curling his lips. His face also wears an expression she recognizes as the urge of arousal. Her breasts spill forth to his view. His hands catch each with his coarseness, his breathing heavy on her face. The other man is busy chaining her leash to the loop on the single chair she was pushed down into quickly. The man with the dagger draws it and holds it to her throat as she gasps. Her eyes slam shut to his advancing. He drools as he speaks, his spit falling from his lips onto her legs as he is bent over her huddled form.

"I should just leave you here and take you for myself later."

His laugh filled the room with its booming thunder. His hands obscenely fumble down her skin to the soft folds of her sex. She feels tears welling in her eyes from sheer fear as the second man pulls a soft silk blindfold over them. Her world is then set in darkness and uncertainty.

The other man harshly scolds him, "Now you know her Master would have your head for such an action were he to find out. C'mon, we've got other things to tend to now."

The fingers play a moment longer before they are just gone.

The man who scolded turns to her before leaving and calmly speaks to her, "Someone will be with you shortly. Try not to be frightened."

She only nods and utters out a thank you under her held breath. The last sound she hears is the click of the lock behind him.

Her tears stain the cloth over her eyes. She is afraid; she is alone, she is afraid to think what comes next. As she sits, her mind drifts. Her mind is moving at incredible speeds, shifting to and fro. Then, a sound ... a key in the door. Footsteps move closer to her and she hears the soft breathing of a female companion. She is linked beside her in another chair, but they sit far enough apart as not to feel who is near. The door shuts once more and they are alone.

Neither of them speaks, afraid to find out any information that may scare them more. Then, unable to stand the pressure anymore, vixen whispers, "Hi, I am known as Vixen. May I ask who you are?"

The other girl nearly squeals in delight. "It's me, Amber."

They manage a nervous laugh and vixen again speaks, "Do you know why we're here? I'm scared to death though I was told not to be. I have no idea if my Master knows I'm gone. I have no idea why I'm being held here. I thought perhaps I was being punished for something I had done."

Amber sighs, "No Vixen, it can't be that you're being punished. They delight in doing that out in the open, whether your Master does that normally or not. This is something different though what that is, I'm not sure."

She sighs as well at that thought, the yet uncertain. Again, a noise. The door opens.

They fall silent as hands grope along their arms, pulling them upright. Each stands and is led back down the hall. Someone primps at their hair as the blindfolds are removed. Amber smiles warmly, trying to hide her fear. As she looks around, scarlet to attempts to feign dignity, controlling her trepidation, her severe alarm. They stand behind a large platform for what seems to be an eternity. The two men she recognizes as the ones who drug her here are now standing before her, shiny metal cuffs in one's hands, nipple clamps in the others. Relief washes over her briefly as the one who seemed nice is the one holding the clamps.

He smiles and moves forward. He bends to whisper gently in her ear, "I'll make this as easy as I can for you and your friend. I promise. However, do not speak, do not move or step out of line, only speak now of your acceptance to this."

She manages a smile and whispers barely audible, "Thank you for your kindness through this. I'm new here and a bit lost. I don't know whether or not to trust you, but it would seem I haven't much choice. However, you've been very good thus far, so I shall put myself to you. I will not speak again or step out of line. I do know my place as a submissive, I know what to do and what it is not to do."

With that said, they share a moment of compliant understanding.

He moves even closer, the clamps open and draw to her tiny hard pink buds. As they close simultaneously, her body rivets to attention. The chain between them dangles low, softly beating onto her stomach as she moves. The other man links the manacles around her wrists, also having a chain joining them together. Cold steel presses against her causing her to tremble. The man again moves close like he did in the tiny room.

His sweaty face fills her range of vision as he hisses, "I should have taken you when I had the chance."

He shrugs mumbling something about being too late now as he walks behind a large curtain. She turns to check on Amber and sees she is near hyperventilating. Vixen's hands reach out to comfort her newfound friend in this adversity. Her shaking and panting at once stop. They turn forward as someone approaches.

She sees it's the man who wanted her. He brutally grabs the chain at her wrist as well as the one on Amber's and lurches them forward toward the curtain. On the other side, they both open their eyes to what they see ~ a podium with a slaver holding a large oak gavel, a long walkway toward where he waits, and before them, the crowd that has gathered there...everyone from the place they were previously.

The slavers words ring out through the microphone.

"Here we have two well endowed, well behaved submissives. Trained each in the fine art of serving and pleasure, they are fine specimens indeed."

Vixen's eyes widen as she realizes she's being auctioned off to another Dom. Her prayers begin to prance through her mind, pleading with the Almighty that this not be so. Amber seems to be doing the same as her lips scarcely move with utterances.

The slaver starts again, "Shall we see them perform then for our pleasure?"

The crowd clamors its agreement. The bright stage lights blur Vixen"s vision, so she cannot see if her Master is there. A massive man, the slaver, ambles over to them and smiles a dirty smile.

"You shall now allow all to see how you take what I give as well as what you can give each other."

The two men she has seen all too many times as of the last hour come at her and move her to a wall.

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Keywords: The, Seat, of, Ch., Baroness', 08, Learning,