The Masque · Part 2 (2/2)
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d always been a tease and tonight was no exception.
Robert was a bit overwhelmed. He took her leash again and she came along willingly, grinning as if she had just played a grand prank. Sun was going to be a handful. Robert could see that now.
At the end of the hallway they exited the building an just beyond a reflecting pool was a Victorian-styled greenhouse lit subtly in the same harvest moon orange. It was a short walk and the only sounds he could hear were the sounds of the crickets in the heavy Georgia air.
The doors were open and the arboretum was glowing with the candlelight from candelabras and grinning pumpkins. The building was filled with small paths and exotic flowers and plants. The further they went in, the more jungle like it became until they came to a small waterfall spilling into a pool. Lit candles floated upon it and Robert spotted a small path leading behind the falls. Leading Sun, he went brushed past some ferns and made his way in back.
A small dungeon had been set up behind the falls lit only by a few candles sputtering their light. A maroon velvet table sat in the center with brass rings along its side. A chain dangled overhead and a medieval looking rack stood along the wall with a variety of whips, floggers, spreaders and manacles. Another stand had many different bottles glistening like jewels in the candlelight. The air was thick with the smells of earth and flora.
Stepping around behind Sun, Robert untied her wrists and brought them back together in front of her where he tied them again, cinching them tightly. Gently, he eased her underneath the chain and raised her arms up to lash them above her head.
Sun tested her bonds a bit as she felt her arms being pulled overhead until she stood fully erect. She could still stand in her high heels, but barely, and it was a delicious feeling.
The captive women then felt the ropes being wrapped around her ankles, binding them together tightly. Again, she wriggled in her bonds, in part to test his skill but also to entice him to use her a little more.
Then Robert kissed her.
It was a deep, passionate kiss as their tongues danced over one another. Sun felt his hands on her, exploring the swells and curves of her body. He moved slowly, tenderly, as if he was almost afraid of somehow hurting her. She tried to thrust herself against him, but he would subtly ease himself away; almost as if to tease her.
Little by little, his hand made its way down to her bared sex. Gently, his finger eased between her passion-swollen lips and began to stroke up and down her slit. Large ripples of pleasure washed through her as he touched her, carefully avoiding her clit.
“You cum upon my command, Sun, no sooner,” Robert whispered.
Sun moaned as she tried to thrust herself out to him. Robert pulled his finger away.
A moment or two passed as Sun heard her chosen Master rummaging through the bag and she was wondering what he had choose to use on her this evening.
“Open wide, Sun.”
Sun opened her mouth and felt a large ballgag pushed between her teeth. The taste of rubber filled her mouth; a very erotic taste to her. Robert buckled it tightly behind her head.
“Now where were we?”
Once again the man’s fingers entered her, slowly stroking her. She could feel her orgasm quickly swelling inside of her like a stormy ocean. He was masterful in gauging her body’s reactions, easing off when she wanted him to caress her more harshly. Each time she whimperd her dissatisfaction but his game continued until she felt like she was bottling up a typhoon of pure bliss just waiting to be uncorked.
Then Robert stopped.
Sun heard the bag rustling again, a long pause, then she heard the familiar buzz of a vibrator.
Sun moaned as she felt the vibrator eased into her. He had used some sort of warming gel on it that caused a warm tingle inside of her. It filled her entirely before he turned it on low.
“No cumming until I command you to.”
The whack of the flogger on her ass came as a complete surprise and caused her to squeal into her gag. Not that it hurt; it was just unexpected.
The man continued to flog her, though it was becoming apparent it was his first time. She could feel his hesitation. But, between his whipping and the buzzing between her legs, she didn’t know how much longer she could stave off her orgasm.
“Do you want to cum?” the man asked.
Sun screamed into her gag and nodded violently.
“Show me!”
Sun writhed in bondage, thrusting herself out to him and trying to get him to touch her again.
“Cum!”
A Wave of pure hot pleasure crashed over her, crushing her in its bliss. Again and again it washed over her as she bucked and moaned in her bonds until she went limp, spent by her orgasm’s power.
Gently, Robert eased the vibrator out of her.
As Sun half hung there in her bonds, she could feel her Master step around in back of her and begin to slide the zipper to her cat suit down. Like everything this man did, he took his time, kissing her bare back as he revealed it. His kisses were warm and tender and Sun found herself wanting to know who this man was. His wife was a very lucky woman.
The zipper parted ways between Sun’s legs and he peeled open the back. His warm hands began to explore her form as he kissed her below the collar. He messaged her skin, reaching around beneath her suit and kneading her breasts and nipples. The ripples of pleasure fed the afterglow of her orgasm; causing her to moan through her gag.
“I think it’s time to see the whole package,” he said.
Sun could feel herself being eased down until she could comfortably stand with her hands in front of her. Robert untied her wrists and gently rubbed them to bring back her circulation.
One of the things that Sun enjoyed about being a woman was that she could move her body in ways that could make any man want to make love to her. Slowly she began to sway as she slipped her arms out of her costume then pulled it down to her bound ankles. She then stood back up and put her hands behind her back, displaying herself for her Master.
Sun was stunning. She was well-tanned and very fit, with slightly pointed breast crowned with large, dark nipples. Her stomach was a smooth as stone and her long legs were very well toned. Robert imagined she was a dancer because of the grace in which she moved. He also noticed that a bit of her auburn brown hair had spilled out of her hood, leaving Robert to believe she kept her hair long.
Robert circled around her, admiring her as he would a beautiful sculpture. He then took her wrists and brought them back in front of her and lashed them together again. Robert steered his captive over to the table, watching her hop in her bindings, and sat her on the edge. He leaned her back and took her wrists and bound them to the table over her head.
Sun giggled a bit as Robert tried to undo the knots around her ankles in the tangle of her suit. But finally he undid them and slipped everything off of her, throwing it to the side.
From the rack, Robert selected a spreader bar. It was perfect for what he had in mind. It was one of his favorite devices to use on Sylvia and he imagined that Sun would likewise enjoy it. Sun felt him buckle first one ankle into it and then the other, spreading her legs wide and exposing herself fully to him.
Robert tied a short piece of rope to the center ring of the bar and then pulled it over her head, tying it to the same ring as her wrists. Sun glistening sex was now fully exposed and easily accessible by him. As she wriggled to adjust herself, Robert tickled at her swollen lip, causing her to laugh into her gag.
The selection of bottled lotions and oils caught Robert’s attention and he wandered over to them, carefully reading the labels before choosing one labeled rose-scented oil. A wicked thought went through his mind and he put the bottle into the cold water of the pool to chill.
Sun continued to struggle in her bonds and Robert was so tempted to take her right then, but despite the feast set before him, thoughts of his wife would pop into his head. He knew he had her permission to play as he so choose; even encouraged it, but he still felt as if he was at some level betraying their marriage.
In the end, he decided that Sun shouldn’t suffer from his misgivings. She deserved to be the focus of his attentions since she submitted herself to a complete stranger; himself. It was a trust that he couldn’t let down.
“Sun, I know there isn’t any safe word this evening, but the pain thing is new to me and I don’t want to hurt you. So please, for me, hum ‘Beethoven’s 5th’ if I overstep my bounds. This is something, as your Master for this evening, I command you to do.”
Sun slowly nodded her head. She knew she had her limits and obviously, so did her Master. It was touching, really, and she hoped that she could teach him something as well.
The first smack of the flogger caught Sun by surprise, landing squarely on her pussy and causing her to scream in surprise. It wasn’t that it hurt that much either. The second was a bit harder and the pain/pleasure shot through her sex and filled her whole being and it felt sooooo good.
At first, Robert thought he had gone too far with his first strike. Her scream frightened him a bit. But the more he did it, the more she squirmed and moaned, even thrusting herself up to meet the thongs. He had never even attempted it on his wife, but now he wondered if they were missing something by not at least trying it.
Sun writhed in her bonds and she could feel another tidal orgasm rising within her. Every strike was another bolt of white hot pleasure and one more step closer to letting the flood gates of pure rapture.
Then he stopped.
The bound woman listened intently to hear him and finally she heard him rummaging through the bag again. Then quiet with the only sound she heard was that of the splashing waterfall.
The touch of his warm hands on her breasts was unexpectedly gently, caressing circles around her stiffened nipples with his fingertips, then massaging them. Sun moaned in her gag as the pleasure within her swelled.
Robert drizzled the cool rose oil down the length of her torso, causing the bound woman to gasp and squirm on the table. Robert had already taken off his tuxedo jacket and tie before getting his hands oily. Now he unbuttoned his shirt, carefully laying it by the rest of his clothes.
Reaching between her spread legs, Robert began to work the oil in, smoothing it over her body. He took his time, watching and learning his captive’s movements and moans as she reacted to his touch. All he missed was the look in her eyes. However, her body was saying more than enough as she writhed under his strokes.
The Master’s hands left Sun again, leaving her ravenous for more and she groaned to show her displeasure. However, it was replaced with mewls of joy as he lightly pinched her stiffened nipples, sending more ripples of bliss through her.
The cold metal jaws of the clamps came with little surprise. Their pinching to near pain fed the maelstrom inside Sun. After both clamps were firmly into place, the man flicked and pulled at them, causing her to twist in her bindings.
Sun then heard the buzz of a vibrator.
One of the toys Robert selected was a small egg vibrator with variable controls. He set it on a low pulse, tenderly spread her sex-slick lips and eased it into her.
“Remember, no cumming until I command it of you,” Robert said.
Sun whimpered and nodded, struggling not to erupt right then and there.
There were many things that Robert had not tried on his wife, Sylvia, and one was hot wax. They had both seen it done in videos, but Sylvia thought it might be painful so they never endeavored to find out even though he thought it might be fun.
Now was his chance to try it.
Lifting one of the wide candles out of its holder, Robert dribbled some onto one of his victim’s breasts, covering her nipple and clamp.
Sun squealed into her gag as the hot pain/pleasure shot through her, flooding her. The hot wax continued to splatter its magic all over her chest and stomach, causing her to buck in her bonds. That and the pulsing vibrator were almost too much and she fought her looming orgasm with all her might.
“Do you want to cum, Sun?”
She wailed loudly, nodding her head.
“You have a choice, Sun. I can let you cum now or I can fuck you in a little bit. I still have to command you to cum regardless of your choice. So do you want to cum now?”
Sun thought for a second, then shook her head no.
“You want me to fuck you?”
Sun nodded her head enthusiastically.
Robert smiled as he watched her struggle, coated with drips of wax and glistening with the oil. The sight of her made his cock ache just that much more. Quickly he undressed, rolled on his condom and stepped to the edge of the table. I was just a tad too high, but Robert could make it work.
Then he noticed the two small brass wheels on the side.
Robert turned the closest one and his end of the table lifted. He cranked it the other way and it lowered that end.
He grinned.
Sun felt the table move at one end, first a bit higher, than lower. She felt herself slipping a bit but the ropes hold her wrists and spreader bar kept her from sliding any further.
Then the end towards her head began to rise. Soon the ropes were the only things keeping her from falling off the table.
Her Master for this evening then removed her pulsing vibe. She could feel him standing between her legs and she thrust herself towards him as best she could; begging through her gag for him to take her.
Robert thrust into her and Sun moaned loudly, meeting his thrust. He began slowly, easing himself in and out of her but soon picked up the pace. The torrent of her orgasm was battering at her, threatening to overwhelm her…then she heard him say one word.
“Cum.”
As he continued to push into her, a tidal wave of pure orgasmic bliss crushed her and washed through her in ripple torrents. She bucked and writhed in her bonds as she ignored the pain in her wrists. Suddenly, he thrust himself into her and held there, yelling out in pleasure as he filled his condom. He stayed there, pinning her to the back of the table until she felt him soften.
Robert eased himself out of her and slowly brought the table back to its original placement. Sun then felt him gently kiss her spandex-covered cheek.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Slowly, he unbuckled her legs. Sun felt limp but still basked in the warmth of what they had just shared. He let him move her about, tying her ankles together again. He nestled next to her the best he could, slowly peeling the little drips of hardened wax from her skin.
“Sir, One O’clock draws near,” a woman said.
Robert turned. It was one of the red corseted servants.
“I must take the lady back to her room. You can dress while I attend to her. Please make your way to the lobby where the Grand Master will direct you”
Disappointedly, Robert nodded. He wanted to be the one attending her and thanking her for letting him try some things that he had been afraid to do. He dressed quickly, giving Sun a few last looks before turning and heading to the lobby.
There were few men there when he arrived. Most were sharing drinks but not saying much at all. Robert ordered a beer and sat down in one of the leather armchairs.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Mr. Preiser?” a man’s voice asked him from behind.
The red-robed host stepped out in front of Robert as he stood up.
“It was a night that I won’t forget,” Robert replied, not knowing what else to say.
“Well, the night is still young and your wife awaits you in her room. Here is your key. Room 211. Just go up the stairs and to your right. The room is about half way down the hall. Please let us know if you plan on spending an extra day or two. Check out is at noon.”
With that, the host handed Robert the key card and left, walking toward another gentleman just arriving to the lobby.
Robert made his way up the stairs and to his room. He had been changed by this and he still wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. However, it had happened and he knew he had to be with his wife. He slid the card through the lock and opened the door.
A thing of beauty greeted him when he stepped in. There, on the bed, was his Sylvia, nude and tightly bound in a very strict hogtie. Her eyes lit up and she smiled around her ballgag and it was then he knew that everything was going to be even better than it was.
Robert leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
“I love you,” he whispered as he rolled her over and began to enjoy how the rest of the night was going to be.
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