Continues from 11. For Your Pleasure (I)
I was told to kneel and to wait.
Still cuffed and blindfolded, I listened anxiously to the noises that surrounded me – the whiplash of leather striking naked flesh and the moans and cries of voices lost in the torment of ecstasy.
Slowly and tentatively, a hand touched my breasts. Fingers caressed and stroked my nipples. They lightly hovered over my bare skin, explored my bare arms and brushed softly against my belly – so softly they tickled and I gasped. The hand rose to my cheeks – still tenderly stroking – so soft – barely touching. Fingers brushed gently against my eyelashes and descended to my lips. I opened my mouth and yielded to their tender touch. Her tongue entered me and once more I lost possession of myself.
The blindfold was removed and I looked up to see Madame seated before me. She beckoned me closer and I drew near to her and she laid my head on her pussy.
After the torments of the last hour I felt safe and at peace.
As she stroked my bare back and caressed my neck, a calm descended on me – a sense of well being and also invincibility. Nothing could hurt me now. My body ached and I felt so tired but it didn’t matter anymore. I felt like I was floating naked in a shallow pool of water with the hot sun warming me, restoring me, making me whole again.
Her healing hands lowered to my ass and her fingers moved closer to my hole – softly caressing, teasing, circling it – I felt myself becoming aroused again. Finally she cupped my breasts in her hands and my nipples knew the ecstasy of her fingers teasing them and I succumbed to her, paralyzed by the glorious pleasure her fingers bestowed on me.
She stopped and I opened my eyes. I was ready to beg for more but with a finger to her lips she warned me to silence and then, with another gesture of her hand, bade me to rise and sit with her.
I could now see for the first time everything that was happening in the room. I was stunned. It was larger than I had thought and full of people. The room was furnished in the luxurious fin de siècle style you would expect from a French chateau but instead of princes or dukes and their ladies dressed in the costumed finery of the 19th century the room was full of people who were, for the most part, naked.
Men and women writhed in tangled knots of arms and legs. Faces, with eyes closed in rapture, surrendered to an intense inner ecstasy and naked limbs stretched seeking out pleasures strange and dangerous.
Some were in a state of surrender, bound or manacled, kneeling in obeisance. Others were free, masters or mistresses wielding whips, seeking fulfillment through violence upon the slaves who begged and beseeched them in vain.
I had never seen anything like it.
And I realized we were sitting on a raised dais, on a wide chair, like a throne. It was as if Madame were the queen. A queen who reigned and commanded over all of it – and we, her subjects, had been conjured into being solely for her pleasure and amusement..
There were human objets d’art – naked men and women – who had been attached by manacles to the walls. They were immobile and totally passive – I wondered if they had been drugged. Near us a woman was kneeling with a tray for drinks. But she was not holding it in her hands – they were cuffed behind her back – the tray was held in place on her belly by chains which had been clamped to her nipples.
I saw a woman tied spread-eagled to the wall being tormented with an electric prod by a small group of laughing women. They took it in turns to tease her, moving the prod over her breasts, thighs and pussy, and then suddenly, they would give her a shock and her entire body jerked and convulsed.
A man, suspended by his wrists from the ceiling, was being fucked from behind by another man while a woman sucked his cock. At the back of the room two women had been chained together and were whipping each other…
There were spectators observing from the sides of the room seated on sofas or armchairs. Many of these wore masks and were clothed – the men in suits and the women in very expensive looking evening wear. I guessed there were some very rich people here. They were drinking, chatting, but some were openly masturbating or being masturbated. They had their own personal slaves to attend to them.
Madame pointed to a young man who had been tied to a frame. A woman was whipping his erect cock. He was blond and looked a lot like the boy I had described in my fantasy. His cock was erect and hard and he looked like he was loving it. I looked at Madame and she nodded and smiled. “Yes. Would you like to play with him?” she laughed.
“But wait, you are looking for someone special, no?”
She pointed up and there she was – Silvie, naked and hanging by her arms from the ceiling. Her nipples and pussy had been clamped and were connected to ropes which passed through a large metal ring hung from the ceiling and from which weights had been attached. The weights pulled hard and her nipples were stretched – they must have been aflame. I could see her breathing heavily. It looked like agony but I wanted to share it with her. If being with her meant suffering I didn’t care – I would have joined her in an instant.
“Especially for you,” Madame laughed again.
She clapped and gave a order in French and Silvie was lowered almost to the ground. I saw two men and a woman choosing whips from a table.
They were going to whip her.
Madame made me kneel again in front of her and pressed my head to her pussy. Behind me I heard the first crack of the whip against Silvie’s flesh and my tongue entered Madame and tasted her soft wetness. She held my head in place as the lashes continued to fall and my tongue pleasured her to the soundtrack of Silvie’s torment.
Then I heard a man’s voice behind me. Madame pushed my head away and there was a brief conversation between them in French. The man started to caress my back and ass. I’m sure it was the same man who had spoken to me earlier. I felt his fingers playing with my hole and then some oil was poured onto me.
Soon his hard wet cock was pushing at my ass and he penetrated me. I immediately felt a wave of scorching pleasure inside me and I yielded and shifted back to let him further into me. He grasped my hips and led me in a glorious sensual dance and I held him tightly inside me squeezing and yielding to his pounding imperious cock.
Madame pulled my head down to her pussy once more and the man started to ram me harder – his hands gripping my hips ever more tightly. I wanted to be his galloping horse and to have him ride me into Madame’s pussy. Each thrust from of his cock drove me further between her legs. She grabbed and pulled at my hair and held me firmly in place as my tongue worked deeper and deeper within her.
They were fucking each other through me. I was their channel. Static charges of pleasure fired from his hot electric cock and surged through my body to Madame’s pussy. I felt their pleasure and, as their willing slave, I desired it for them.
They used me and fucked me to the rhythm of the whips beating against Silvie’s naked body and I could feel the three of us locked into her pleasure-pain. Silvie’s cries and screams were so beautiful – it was as if she was singing a gorgeous song of pain especially for us. How could the whip make such sweet music?
Her song of the whip was the fuel that ignited us and the faster the whips fell the harder we fucked. Madame forced my head between her legs – I could barely breathe – while his hard piston cock beat ever faster inside me, tunneling through me, tearing me asunder in its ferocious quest for Madame’s sex.
Finally, he came inside me – a hot glorious eruption and I felt Madame jerk and shudder as if from the shock waves and I knew both of them were lost to an ecstasy that came from Silvie and me and I savored their bliss and I wanted to come but Madame pushed me away and with his cock still inside me I squeezed and squeezed and willed more from it more more oh please more….
They had stopped whipping Silvie. I opened my eyes and looked up at Madame. She was smiling down at me. Again, without saying anything, she gestured for me to stand and turn around.
Silvie was still hanging from the chain. Her skin was shining with sweat and marked red from the blows. She was breathing deeply and her ribs could plainly be seen under her gorgeous heaving breasts. She looked radiant and I desired her and was prepared to pay any price to be hers.
Madame was looking at me. She knew what I was thinking. “You are in love with her aren’t you? You want to be with her?”
Very well. Go and be with her. She is devoted to you. Make her yours.”
Madame made a sign to one of the floggers and I was led to Silvie. My arms were raised while they lowered Silvie and we were manacled together from the same chain.
Silvie’s blindfold was removed and she looked at me. “You are mad,” she whispered.
We were raised from the floor and our ankles were manacled together. My right foot with her left and vice versa. Then a bar was placed between them.
My skin pressed against hers and I loved it. I felt her breasts, belly and pussy burning hot against me. We were bound as one and would writhe together as the lashes fell on our exposed backs and asses. If she moved I would move with her. If she jerked from the whip I would feel it too. We would share the pain, and the pleasure, as one flesh.
I was wet already, aroused, willing it.
Silvie looked at me. There was a faint smile. “Bitch,” she whispered.
The noise in the room had lessened now and I could sense that all eyes were on us. I could see people staring – some, already inspired by the scene, were already in the throes of their own private rapture. I relished the moment. Submissive and slave-like as I had become, I loved the feeling of their hungry eyes on us and how much our bound naked bodies fascinated and aroused them.
The first lash fell on Silvie’s back and curled around and cut into my ass. There was another. She pulled and moaned. Then another… Most of the blows fell on her but the whip embraced us both and transported us to that world of fire and pain. But with Silvie’s writhing body pressed against mine I was delivered beyond it into that place – vivid and exhilarating – where the pain is submerged and converted into utter pleasure.
I felt her body fuse with mine as the whip proceeded in its dominion over us. We were forged into a single flesh in a fire of torment and rapture.
It was utter ecstasy.
The whipping stopped and we were left hanging for some moments. I felt my pussy against hers and pressed. Our lips met and we kissed and our tongues came together in blissful sensual communion and I wanted her now. I wanted that fire but with love. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to fuck her hot and fuck and fuck…
We were lowered and as soon as my manacles were removed I jumped on her and held her down. I devoured her with my hands, my teeth, my mouth… Her flesh, her will, her soul would all be mine.
But she fought me, grabbed me, pulled viciously at my hair and wrestled me into submission. Her violent lust forced me into surrender and she won me as her willing prize.
Our legs entwined and held our pussies coupled and captive and our arms reached and our fingers locked and we fucked and fucked and fucked and we were forged again, this time by desire, and I melted into the scorching heat of her lust and we became one flesh and we desired the same pleasure and the same love and the same ecstasy and Silvie was the ocean and I dived and swam deep in her tides and I wanted to drown in her until the currents washed me away…
The ocean was vast and brought forth life and I wanted to see and feel and experience all of it and for as long as I could I squeezed and squeezed and pushed and fought for
The cheers, whistles and applause reminded us that we were in a room full of people. I know there is a video of us that went viral – you might have seen it – but I’m afraid modesty forbids me from showing it here.
Silvie has also forbidden me. And I obey her of course – usually anyway…. And she has already promised to punish me for another indiscretion made on this blog so….
Anyway, we spent the next few days in bed recuperating from all the excess, lying in each other’s arms and fucking like the two mad sex obsessed bitches we obviously are.
Not a week had passed since the day I arrived at the chateau and it seemed my whole life had suddenly changed and taken a new unexpected path. I felt like I had been lost and found.
For the first time in my life I felt happy and fulfilled.
The following day Madame came to see us and told us we were leaving France at the weekend and going to her island in the Aegean. We were going to be there for most of August.
That I would go with them was never in doubt.
I was, after all, their slave.
Continues 13. Sisters of Belos