Fetish

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

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Her wrists are freed only to be shackled again, spread wide, to chains on the wall. Her legs are swept open and chained in the same manner. One man brushes the hair from her back as the slaver moves to her holding a long thin crop. Its leather is new and she can smell the freshness while it moves past her neck. He smiles to the crowd and then lashes down across the smoothness of her creamy white bottom. Instantly, a red welt appears. She utters no sound, but her body tenses instinctively.

Displeased by not hearing a cry, he thrashes down again on her backside, this time catching it lower. Again, there's nothing from her for him to hear. Visibly angry, his hand raises, pauses, and then rides the crop down across the back of her tender thighs. The only thing that stops him is a gasp from her lips. He looks to the audience, quite ashamed for some reason, as he smoothes the crop down the welts. The slick leather burns into the bruised flesh. Fire blazing bright as the noonday sun shoots up through every inch of her form. He presses his body lewdly against her ass. She can feel the presence of his arousal pushing against the spots that have felt his fury. As he grinds, she stands as still as the air on a hot day. Her body is now rigid, ready for anything he can dish out.

He backs up and begins to move to Amber, but spins on his heels and lashes out at her ass once more for good measure. A tiny cry only heard by him is let loose. This brings a smile to his face as he takes Amber and moves her over to Vixen. She is positioned directly below Vixen's legs, pushed down to her knees. She looks back and forth between Vixen and the slaver, looking for some sort of direction.

He screams, "Go on you slut! Taste the whore's juices! Play in them, let them flow from her to you now!"

Amber looks a bit confused, but her mouth moves upward. She rises up, standing on her knees and with one intense rush, her tongue begins to lap at Vixen's sweetness. She is aghast and aroused at the same time. She cannot see anything but the stone wall she's forced to stare toward. That and looking down ~ Amber.

Amber expertly dances her warm tongue across the outer skin of Vixen's wetness. It moves her lips apart to find the sweet tiny fruit for which she searches. When her tongue crosses that tiny hard place, Vixen groans out her pleasure finally. As this goes on, they revel in this sacred moment. They are moved to switch places after some time has passed. Vixen is then put to her knees in front of Amber's sweet slit.

Without much prior knowledge, her mouth moves up Amber's thigh. Suddenly, her tongue is at her juicy entrance. It probes and plays there, tasting the luscious fluid that clings to her skin. How different a man and woman can be in just how their pleasure rests on one's palate, she thinks as she moves to Amber's rock hard clit. As her tongue circles it slow, she paces her actions, carefully calculating the best way to take her higher. As it moves everywhere but where Amber wants it to be, it suddenly cracks down on her little button. She reacts with a jump and a shrill moan radiates from within her. Her fluid begins to pour out, coating Vixen's face with its heavenly stickiness.

No longer even aware they're being watched, they continue their pace. That is, until the slaver stops the enjoyment to pull Amber away. She is locked in a cage across the room. The bright lights show her mouth slick with Vixen's dew. He moves back to scarlet and unchains her, bringing her to the edge of the stage. She wipes her mouth clean with the back of her hand as she stares blankly outward.

His hand on the microphone, he booms, "Now we"ll start the bidding at $100."

He goes into his motions as auctioneer, but she hears nothing. Dismay of having somehow displeased her Master to bring her to this causes the tears to well once again. She then hears a familiar voice ring out over the hushed screams of the room.

"She is Mine and I"ll be taking her home with Me. She was not meant to be auctioned. The dolt who took what is Mine and placed her up for sale shall be severely punished by Me. Neither she nor the other she entered with were meant for auction, they were meant for viewing pleasure in a different setting."

He laughs. "They have already given us that, but it wasn't meant to go to this. I am sorry for the confusion."

The crowd offers a hushed roar of anger at this mistake. Not to her Master, but to the one who screwed the scene up so horribly.

Her heart nearly explodes with joyous glee. He reaches up and takes her hand in His, guiding her along the edge of the stage to the stairs that will lead her to His arms. She is safe once more. A glass is held to her lips full of warm wine. She sips it, the taste and aroma of Amber disappearing quickly. It is then that He takes her up into His embrace and places a flurry of kisses along her face. Returning each one with a set of her own, she finally is able to smile. Her collar is returned with leash intact. It is placed lovingly back where it belongs. He then leads her to a side room, quiet with only a large chair and one small window. He sits down, beckoning her to join Him where she resides, with Him. She slips to His lap, encircling her body around His warm person.

He speaks softly, "I am so sorry. You were meant to be taken to another room entirely. The clod that caused you discomfort is to be whipped by Me personally before we leave. He is also the one I'm told that threatened you. His friend told me of that, and he is to be let off as it wasn't his fault. He's also new here and didn't know to speak up. Your, um, "friend" has also been returned to her Master. It was He who I was waiting with for your show. He seems nice enough, but is new to this life and unsure how to move on the mistake that was made. That is why it is to be Me who punishes and not Him."

As He finishes speaking, His arms wind around her small frame and rock gentle comfort back to what is His. His hands caress the stinging wounds the slaver had inflicted instantly making them feel at ease.

It is only then that she replies, "Master, it was quite discerning to think that You wanted to be rid of me, but now I know that isn't the case. I think I always knew, but with the situation..."

She sighs deeply and goes on, "What's done is done, I did what I was to do. I know this isn't anyone's fault except for the one who misjudged so greatly. There's nothing to apologize for Love. I just was put through a bit more than had been planned I suppose. I lived through it and feel as if a burden has been taken from my shoulders now."

She finally manages a giggle as she rests her head on His chest. His heartbeat resounds in her ears, just as it should. Her fingers trace the length of His chest and down each arm.

She perks up with a quick jump startling Him.

"May I be there when You punish the fool that brought me to this? Please Master, it would bring me so much pleasure to watch him suffer as he made me."

His laughter fills the small room as He nods.

"Yes, My dearest, you may watch. I think that may be worse punishment for him and quite fulfilling for you."

Again He laughs as she joins Him with her own giggling. His hand draws her face to His as He kisses her pale lips with the rush of a thousand raging rivers. She returns the kiss with the longing she's felt for so long through this draining ordeal. He stands and motions for her to follow. His hand links through the leash as they depart from the room. They walk proud and noble, her silent in His shadow with her movements speaking volumes of her comfort of their love once more reunited. She is safe, and she is His. As it should be, it remains.

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