CHAPTER 58: The Virgin’s Choices, Part 5

The sparkling dress slides down, puddling at my feet, leaving me dressed only in black lace panties and high heeled shoes.

Kris bends to pick up the dress, laying it carefully to one side, then continues his circling, caressing my now naked skin with the crop. He traces the soft leather tongue of the crop, with the lightest of touches, over my cheeks and lips, the curve of my waist, my loins, my breasts.

Inside, I am growing warm and liquid. Outside, the flush of arousal is rising in a wave over my stomach and breasts, colouring my face.

“Very good Charlotte. I like a sub who knows what is expected of her.” The leather tongue circles my nipples, which crinkle to hard nubs.

“Do you like to be watched Charlotte? You may speak.”

“Watched, Sir?”

“Yes, watched. Do you enjoy an audience while you are being fucked?”

I hesitate, then, “Yes, Sir. I do.”

“Good. Turn around.”

I turn to find that the viewing gallery to the room is packed. Startled, I look all around; so many people…

“You have made quite an impact tonight, Charlotte. I suspect that some of them just want to see you fucked. And some want to see a sub punished for stepping out of line. What do you think? Should I punish you for that? You may speak.”

“Sir, I don’t understand you.”

The crop is under the line of my breasts, lifting their heavy weight a little. “Charlotte, I saw your performance out there. You hit a Master. No sub should do that, whatever the provocation. Your correct course of action should have been to call your Masters for assistance; not to lash out.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

The crop swipes across my nipples, both of them, with an accuracy that speaks of much practice. It stings, and I yelp. Electricity sizzles down through me, and my panties flood.

“I did not tell you to speak.”

I bow my head and remain silent.

He continues. “Your Masters have put limits on what I may do with you this evening Charlotte. I thought you would like to know that. But, within those limits, I’m going to discipline you for what you did.”

I am trembling with…

What?

Fear? Anticipation? Arousal? My pussy streaming hot juices, I am afire.

He’s barely touched me.

“James, Michael. If you would.”

My Masters each take me by a hand, bending me forward over the bench. Arms outstretched to either side of me, my face pressed sideways against the padding, I am shackled to the hoops at either end.

They start to cuff my ankles too, legs spread, but Kris interrupts them. “No need for that. I like to see my subs struggle. I’ll enjoy watching her trying to escape.”

He reaches under me, hauling my hips upwards. Shoulders down, ass up, I am displayed and presented. Panting now, in the half-light of this ‘dungeon’, a hundred pairs of eyes on me, my world feels surreal, dreamlike.

Am I trancing again?

The crop slides down my spine, slowly, sensually, sending a shiver that runs through me and raising goosebumps along my arms and thighs.

“You can keep the shoes on, Charlotte, but you don’t need these.”

Kris tugs at my panties, pulling them down to my ankles with the tip of the crop. “Step out of them.”

I obey, struggling a little, to get them past the spiked heels of my shoes.

Shoes kick inside my ankles, not too gently. “Spread ‘em. Just because you’re not cuffed there, doesn’t mean that everyone doesn’t get a good view.” He pushes my ankles wider apart. Then, the crop strokes down the back of my knees, my calves, and back up, inside my thighs, tracing the lines of my sex.

“You might like to know Charlotte, what some of the limits are that your Masters put on me for tonight. Would you like to know?”

I have not been given permission to speak, so I nod.

“They tell me you are going on a beach holiday, so you will be swimming, wearing bikinis and so on. So, they have told me, that I cannot leave marks on you that will last more than a day or so.”

The crop-tip probes between my legs, over my clit. “That gives me quite a lot of lee-way you know. Some places just don’t show marks...” And the leather tongue glides over my pussy lips.”

“If it was purely up to me, I’d have you covered in stripes for your holiday, just to show you what it means to behave yourself, but I can’t do that...” The tip pushes in, probing into my pussy. “However, there are other options...”

“How many cocks d’you think you can suck in a night, Charlotte? Shall we find out? There’s any number of volunteers out there. I’m going to get you good and wet first. That won’t take long. You’re dripping already.”

He dips fingers into my pussy, pulls them out, glistening with my juices. He holds them up, displaying to the crowd, then sucks them clean.

“And do you know what, Charlotte? I’m a bit of an expert with this thing. I know just how hard I can come down on you, and how much of a mark it will leave.” And with that, the crop comes down hard on my presented butt, sending white heat slashing across me.

I scream, reflexively struggling against the pain, trying to escape it, but at the same moment, my pussy convulses and gushes.

Kris kneels behind me, licking at me. He peels my pussy lips apart, and runs his tongue through me, pushing inside and licking me out.

“Wonderful,” he says. “Just as I thought. You love it.” Then he bends closer to me, speaking more quietly, although loudly enough for my Masters to hear. “Tell me Charlotte. What are your safety words? You may speak.”

“Yellow, Sir. And Red.”

“Good girl. You’re learning. Now, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to suck cock, while I fuck you from behind. Your Masters too. Every cock you suck, if I don’t think you’re trying hard enough, you’re going to get another kiss from my friend here.”