Was it possible to go completely insane from sexual frustration?
When Master James had ordered her to kneel on the chair next to him, Beth’s hopes had risen—maybe he’d take the chastity belt off and f*ck
her, if not with his cock then with his fingers. Instead, the devious man had decided to torture her, driving her to the point of almost assured madness.
Beth was kneeling beside Master James, her body at a right angle to his. Her feet were sticking out of the open space below the arm of the chair and he’d used his belt to strap one of her legs to the frame, keeping her thighs pressed firmly against the wood.
Tugging at the belt, Master James then tested the tension in the chains of the chastity belt. It was enough to add pressure against her p*ssy
, the stimulation muted, but in her heightened state of arousal and awareness even that had her gasping.
Kneeling as she was, Beth was up against Master James, hands braced on the seat by his thigh, her shoulder against his chest and he felt her shudder.
“You have a very talented mouth.” He massaged her back with one hand as he spoke, the other cradling a glass of scotch someone had brought him.
“Thank you, Master James.”
“But…” He savored the word, and when Beth snuck an alarmed glance at his face she could see the hint of teasing in his eyes. “But, the checklist doesn’t say blowjob. Or if it does, that falls under the letter B. It says cock worship.”
“Yes, Master James.” Beth wasn’t sure where this was going, but she snuck a glance at his semi-flaccid cock, which he hadn’t tucked back into his pants.
“So you’re going to do precisely that, while we watch all these other people play, and you’re going to do it all with that chastity belt on, knowing that the one thing you need you can’t get.”
Beth couldn’t stop the small growl that escaped her.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, Master James.” She bit off each word.
He tipped her chin up, and whatever he saw in her face made him grin. The jerk. Easy for him to smile when he’d gotten to come. Then again, she had come three times today.
“If you’re a good girl I might be willing to give you some stimulation.” His fingers kneaded her ass, then followed the path of the chains, stroking over her puckered anus, which Beth realized for the first time was protected only by the chain, not the metal plate.
“If I beg…you will f*ck
my ass?”
“Oh no, you haven’t earned that. If you beg, I’ll have someone else put a plug in that pretty bottom.”
Beth shuddered as a wave of desire washed over her. She dropped her head, taking deep breaths as she tried to bring herself under control.
Master James gathered her hair in his hand, then urged her to lower her upper body. He shifted to a more reclined position so she could lay her cheek against his lower abdomen, allowing her to see what was going on in the courtyard.
Without any further prompting, Beth used one hand to flip his cock up, sucking the soft head into her mouth where she could “worship” it.
The Dom on the stage was in the middle of some complex rope bondage that included creating a cradle for the head of a large Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator, which he bound tightly to the sub’s p*ssy
. When the ropes were in place, the Dom flicked the vibrator on. The sub, helplessly suspended in rope, her legs bent, knees held open by a spreader bar, could only gasp and moan as the vibrator worked on her clit. The woman’s thrashing made her sway slightly from side to side, and even from a distance Beth could see her muscles bunching under her skin as she strained against the ropes. When she screamed through the first orgasm, Beth sucked harder on Master James’s rapidly stiffening cock. When she sobbed through a second orgasm, Beth sucked and nipped the length of his shaft.
When the sub begged to have the vibrator turned off and her master instead started gently spanking her, Master James was fully hard, and Beth bobbed her head up and down on his cock.
The act of servicing him this way, of being bound and controlled while pleasuring her Master, was arousing in a way Beth hadn’t known, though on paper it was similar to many other situations she’d been in. She’d sucked and licked her share of cocks and pussies, but had never been so stimulated by the act—never seen it as a something that could or would stimulate her. She wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted to feel his hardness against her tongue, invading her throat.
When the well-pleasured sub was lowered to the stage and the ropes quickly cut away, Beth was not surprised that the woman crawled to her Master and ripped at his pants, devouring his cock.
Master James forced her mouth off, and Beth stared at the hard length of his dick, which was wet with her spit.
“Did you enjoy watching that?”
“Yes, oh yes.” Beth started to lower her mouth once more, but Master James kept her head up with a firm hold on her chin.