In my usual fashion, i was last to rise. Check-in day was always chaotic. I enjoyed watching the male sluts walking around, each hurrying to get his task completed before the Mistress awoke. The looks of panic upon their faces if they slightly fell behind greatly amused me.
I twisted within the silken bed sheets, stretching out like a cat, long fingers curling against the material that was teasingly tugging at the fabric -- and still hiding her erotic form from the world.
Her full breasts strained against the silken material, longing to be released into the cool morning air. As the material slipped down it revealed her pert nipples -- hard from the tantalizing memories of the night before. Lying shrouded in the sheets she closed her eyes and let her senses be engulfed by her memories.
Her mind drifted back, engulfing her actively in her memories, as the smell of fresh-baked bread drifted through the halls -- the sounds of live music playing in the background. The palpable smell of excitement in the room returned her to her senses, heightening her arousal, raising it upward and deepening her wanton need.
She recalled exactly how it had felt, the way her body had reacted against the tension of the leather restraints, as they bound her wrists, ankles and thighs to the hard wooden chair. Held tightly by the restraints, her thighs had been spread wide, with her pussy exposed to the roomful of expectant guests. Even in the safety of her bed she shivered, the desire to feel helpless again demonstrated in the subtle movements of her body.
The excitement of sitting restrained in a room full of people had been evident between her wide parted thighs. Her porcelain thighs had glistened with the seeping wetness of her excited pussy. With each breath her breasts had risen and fallen, unconstrained. Her hard, red and swollen nipples had contrasted against her pale skin, seeking to be pleasured by anyone. She had looked around the room, attempting to find her Mistress -- or anyone else -- to help ease her wanton need. Lodged tightly within her mouth the black leather ball gag, its size muffling any slight sound that left her swollen pink lips, silenced her. She had fought her binding, craving the touch from her Mistress, her wide blue eyes pleading, begging, and desperately seeking the touch of her Mistress.
With a click of fingers, her world had gone dark, bound as she was. Her Mistress had approached from behind, slipping a blindfold upon her eyes, increasing her sense of vulnerability and arousal. Exhibited, hearing, smelling the air around her, she sought out comfort and release from Mistress.
Unexpectedly, a brisk touch -- that of a flogger -- had caressed her right breast. Its touch coursed over her body like a jolt of electricity; tingles and ripples of pleasure coursed over her skin. Alert for any further touch, her whole body had tensed -- arching and reaching out for more. She had been left stewing in her own arousal, a pained look of desperation across her face; she had been unaware of who might be watching her -- and from where.
Swiftly punctuating the air, she had heard the tell-tale swish of a whip. As it approached, her body tensed. The whip had then landed across her belly, teasingly close to her pussy. She'd let out a yelp of enjoyment as the whip's tail had been slowly draped over her shoulder, its fluttering end touching her erect nipples. It had providing some relief from her unending need. With care, Mistress (in whose hand the whip was held) had passed it around her breast, letting its tail linger for only for a moment against her belly. Before moving silently behind her, Mistress had, with a flick of her wrist, let the caresses of the whip flicker across the outer thigh. The had led to the suspense -- of a first touch to her dripping pussy,
With the slender tip of Mistress's finger, she had tested the arousal level of her slave, who -- with a scream of pleasure concealed by the gag -- had attempted to touch Mistress further. The room had then erupted in a sea of laughter; the onlookers were amused by the slave girl's lust.
A single touch was all she had needed. Just one more gentle caress and her need would be no more! Her arousal, the teasing and orgasmic release almost showing itself.... She had sensed Mistress nearby. The time between caresses of the whip had been increasing, leading her to the most frustrating edge she had ever felt. She knew her body might betray her. Just one more touch! She had waited, with bated breath, holding back as hard as she had ever done -- but knowing her efforts would prove futile.
It had arrived, the final flick of the caressing whip; it had stroked with precession -- right in the center of her pussy, touching her red hot swollen clitoris. She had lost herself in an explosion of pure lust and pleasure, uncontrollably screaming out Mistress's name (muffled) under the gag. Her body had shuddered and contracted, each muscle betraying the release she had felt,
Once the pleasure had passed, no longer able to hold her head up, she had slipped down into the chair. The restraints -- once for excitement -- now held her in position. She found Mistress's soothing fingers stroking her face, and Mistress's voice whispering sweet words for her ears only. She laid her head against Mistress's chest.
After being placed in this warm bed, kissed upon the forehead, and having her restraints removed, she had whispered " I love you Mistress". In a moment, she had slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Alas these are only the musings of a subbie girl,
The End
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