In the softly lit corner of the room, I knelt, my body elegantly restrained by a modern pillory, an artful reinterpretation of an ancient device. The sleek metal cuffs around my neck and wrists held me with a firm yet refined touch, ensuring my posture was both poised and unyielding. Each metal band was a testament to both restraint and allure.
A delicate metal g-string was positioned over my pussy, its cool touch against my heated skin creating an exquisite contrast. The sensation of the metal pressing against my most sensitive spots heightened my awareness, drawing me deeper into the moment. There was also a well-crafted plug nestled inside my asshole, its presence a constant, insistent reminder of my current state.
Instead of being bent over, I was instructed to kneel on a plush bench, its softness a stark contrast to the rigid metal that adorned me. The room"s dim lighting cast a seductive glow.
Though my recollections seemed to drift in and out of clarity, my focus remained acutely on the man before me. My lips and tongue explored him with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement calculated to evoke maximum pleasure. The sensation of his hard dick against my mouth was both thrilling and empowering, an act of sensual surrender that I embraced with fervor.
The pillory ensured I remained in place, unable to escape the intensity of the moment. Far from feeling constrained, I surrendered to the experience, my arousal growing with each stroke. As he forced me to take him deeper, the increasing heat between my legs became undeniable, a tangible response to the growing pleasure that coursed through me.
The metal g-string pressed insistently against my clit, adding a layer of stimulation that mingled with the throbbing need inside me. My own body responded eagerly, growing wetter with each passing moment as I continued to pleasure him. The pleasure I felt was profound and enveloping, an unexpected yet welcome revelation that I could not ignore.
As I immersed myself in the task before me, my lips and tongue worked with practiced dedication. Each movement was purposeful, aiming to elicit the deepest pleasure from him. His excitement was tangible, and I responded with a rhythm that mirrored his rising intensity.
I lavished attention on him, my tongue exploring every inch of his dick with meticulous care. The increasing pressure and the throbbing heat against my tongue signaled his nearing release, and I adjusted my efforts to match his urgency. His moans grew louder, mingling with his firm grip on my head, guiding me closer to his peak.
With a final, deliberate thrust, he surged deep into my throat. I tasted the full, hot essence of his release, each pulse a testament to his climax. I worked diligently to swallow every drop of his seed, savoring the moment of his satisfaction.
Yet, as I completed the act, a small amount of his seed escaped, trickling down my chin. Despite my best efforts to capture every drop, a hint of disappointment lingered as I felt the last remnants slip away.
The sudden, sharp sting on my ass took me by surprise, swiftly followed by the resounding crack of the whip. The sensation was searing, a burn that intensified with each subsequent strike. My mind struggled to keep pace with the rapid changes, my senses overwhelmed by the sensation and sound.
As the heat on my ass became nearly unbearable, a firm hand seized my hair, yanking my head back with a commanding grip. My eyes were forced upward to meet the stern gaze of a man clad entirely in white. His voice, cold and authoritative, sliced through the haze.
"Slave! How dare you waste the gift that was given to you?!" His words were sharp, each syllable dripping with disappointment and authority. The gravity of his reproach weighed heavily on me, a profound sense of inadequacy swelling within.
I instinctively averted my gaze, unable to bear the weight of his scrutiny. But the moment I did, another fierce lash of the whip connected with my inflamed skin, eliciting a loud moan of pain mixed with pleasure.
He demanded my attention again, his voice unforgiving. "What do you have to say, slave?" His hand continued to pull my head back, forcing me to look into his unyielding eyes.
"I"m sorry, master. I deserved to be punished.", I whispered, the words escaping my lips with an almost mechanical ease. They felt foreign, yet they were true. As the confession left me, I grappled with a confusing blend of guilt and confusion, unsure of why I felt compelled to say them.
I exhaled deeply when he released my head, letting it hang down as much as the restraints allowed. My ass still throbbed from the whipping, each burning stripe a reminder of his control over me. The sensation of the plug inside me only heightened my arousal, sending waves of heat through my core. I whimpered softly, desperate for some relief, but the cold metal of the g-string was a frustrating tease. It cooled my skin but did nothing to create the friction around my clit that I so desperately craved.
Lost in my thoughts and the intense mix of pain and pleasure, I was jolted back to the present by a new presence. A man stood in front of me, engaged in conversation with my master. I tried to focus on him, lifting my gaze without fully raising my head. The sight that greeted me was striking. He was undeniably hot, his chiseled features and confident stance making my pulse quicken. My lips parted involuntarily, and I found myself licking them, my body responding to the potent mix of desire and curiosity.
My eyes rested at the level of his groin, taking in the sizeable bulge straining against his pants. Despite his arousal, he remained focused on his conversation with my master. I knew better than to eavesdrop, but fragments of their exchange drifted to me.
"W46 is one of the latest female slaves to join us here.", the man in white explained. "We"ve kept her in training longer, recognizing her potential." The handsome man before me said nothing, but I felt a strong hand pet my head. "She is a pretty one.", he remarked in a dark, hoarse voice.
"Yes, she is. And her services are exemplary. I"m confident you will enjoy her, even if she is still in training.", the man in white assured. It felt as though I were being sold. "I"m sure I will.", came the reply, followed by a question. "Will she also be assigned to a member?"
As he spoke, he began to open his pants, revealing a thick, hard cock, glistening with his desire. My mouth watered at the sight.
"That"s right, you will get to suck my cock.", he directed at me. I could hardly wait. He stepped closer, bringing his erection within reach. I began to lick his cock as I had been trained, but something felt different this time. There was a deep longing to please this man, a desire to obey his every wish. I used every skill I had to drive him wild.
His moans and heavy breathing filled my ears as his hand tangled in my hair, holding my head in place while he took control. He started thrusting into my mouth, fucking it deeply. I sucked him with all my might, struggling to keep up with his rhythm. Whenever I could, I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock, eliciting more moans from him.
It didn"t take long before I felt him tense, his thrust becoming erratic and strained. Sensing he was close, I sucked even harder. "Yeah, that"s it! Be a good girl for me!", he moaned, releasing spurts of hot seed into my mouth. I swallowed it all, eager to please him, feeling an overwhelming satisfaction as he shuddered in pleasure.
I adjusted my rhythm, my tongue swirling and caressing his cock, ensuring it was clean as he pulled out. A soft whine escaped my lips as he did. There was something different about this man, something that made me crave his touch, even if it was just the feel of his cock in my mouth. My whimpering seemed to amuse him, and he chuckled softly, his fingers hooking under my chin to tilt my head up as he bent down to look into my eyes.
"You liked that?", his dark eyes mesmerized me, rendering me momentarily speechless. "I asked you a question.", he repeated, a warning laced with dominance.
"Yes, master. I liked that very much.", I replied softly, my voice trembling slightly. His smile was my reward.
He moved out of my view, and I could hear him talking to the man in white, but their words were a blur. My mind was consumed by the lingering sensation of his touch, the memory of his cock in my mouth, and the strange, powerful need he had awakened in me.
My sight was suddenly filled with another pair of pants being dropped and a cock being pulled out. This one was hard, but thin and average, nothing like the one I had just sucked. Nonetheless, I knew I would suck this one with the same fervor and dedication I had given to the Handsome Man"s cock. My training had ingrained this in me. And the skill to forget the previous encounter by the time I moved on to the next, yet the memory of that previous, intense connection lingered stubbornly in my mind.
I leaned forward, letting my lips part as I approached the new cock. The taste was different, but I treated it with the same meticulous attention, my tongue tracing along the shaft, circling the head, and taking it deeper into my mouth. My training kicked in, each motion precise and practiced, but my mind still wandered back to the Handsome Man"s touch, his dark eyes, and the strange pull I felt towards him.