Prologue #3
On stage, Michael had secured Ellie’s wrists to a rope hanging down in the center of the stage and her ankles to a spreader bar that forced her legs wide apart.
He was wrapping rope around Ellie’s body, focusing on figure eights around her large breasts that made them jut out even more, her pale skin turning pink as they were bound.
She was panting, her eyes almost glazed over.
With her legs spread, Mitch could see the clamp on her clit.
Reaching into his pocket, Mitch pulled out the clover clamps he’d brought. Their initial pinch wasn’t bad, but tugging on them made them tighten, increasing their bite. Perfect for Domi.
Domi
Normally, watching Master Michael and Ellie wouldn’t be a hardship, especially because being a voyeur to this intense scene was a pleasure unto itself, but not being able to look over and see what Master Mitch had for her was its own form of torture—which she was sure the jerk knew.
Her nipples were already throbbing from his abuse, and her pussy was pulsing in time, clenching with need.
She was so aroused, it took willpower not to reach between her legs and touch herself for relief, but she knew better than to do that next to a Dom. That was a surefire way to an evening without a single orgasm. The best way to get what she wanted was to be a good girl and do what she’d been told.
So, she watched as Master Michael tied off the end of the rope, leaving Ellie in a rope shirt that covered nothing and added to the torture of her breasts.
Domi couldn’t help but wonder if such bondage would be as effective on her since her own boobs were so much smaller than Ellie’s. She would love to try.
Mitch’s hand moved back around her back and cupped the breast farther away from him. She’d expected a pinch, but instead, his fingers gently stroked her abused nipple, teasing and making it feel even more sensitive.
It wasn’t until Master Michael picked up the flogger hanging from his belt loop and sent it slashing through the air, the pinch came.
Domi cried out just after Ellie, her nipple throbbing from the sharp, stinging pain that jabbed through it.
A moment later, Master Michael brought the flogger down on Ellie’s other breast, and Master Mitch quickly clamped Domi’s other nipple.
Gripping the table in front of her, her eyes unfocused as the flogger rose and fell, panting for breath as her body adjusted to the exquisite agony. It hurt so much and felt so good as her pulse pounded in time with Ellie’s cries.
The room echoed with whimpers, moans, and groans from other booths, adding to the show on stage.
“Up, sweetheart,” Mitch ordered. She cried out when he used the clamps to move her, dragging her forward by her nipples, so she was bent over the table.
Tears gathered in her eyes from the sharp pain, then the dull throbbing that replaced it when he let the clamps go.
On stage, Master Michael aimed the flogger at the tender undersides of Ellie’s breasts, making her shriek at the impact, then again as the weights on her nipples bounced along with her breasts.
Domi’s nipples throbbed in erotic sympathy.
Smack!
Master Mitch’s hand slapped her ass, making her cry out in surprise. Her cheek stung where the blow had landed. Like when he’d pinched her nipples, he wasn’t giving her any warm-up time... and her body loved and hated him for it.
Smack!
She moaned, lifting her hips up for more.
Smack! Smack!
Thwap!
She shrieked, her pussy pulsing with pain from the particularly hard smack.
Oops, she’d dropped her head, taking her eyes off the show.
Jerking her head back up again, she shuddered with the erotic pain as Master Mitch started spanking her again, covering her entire ass with hard swats.
Propped up on her elbows, she could feel her breasts swaying beneath her, the clamps tugging on her from the movement.
On stage, Master Michael dropped the flogger and moved to Ellie, quickly undoing the rope and making her cry out as blood rushed back into her tortured breasts.
Tears dripped onto the abused mounds, and she screamed, jerking slightly when he removed the weights from her nipples and gave each of them a sharp pinch.
The insides of her thighs were glistening with the evidence of her arousal, even as she shuddered and sobbed.
Moving behind her, Master Michael undid the front of his leathers, taking his cock in hand. Retrieving a small tube from his pocket, he squirted shiny liquid onto his cock, and Domi moaned when she realized his intention. Fuck, this was going to be hot.
Ellie’s sobbing breaths turned into another shriek as Master Michael lined his cock up with Ellie’s ass and thrust in at the same time, Master Mitch thrust into Domi’s pussy.
She cried out with relief at finally being filled, her muscles clamping around him.
One of Mitch’s hands pulled at the back of her hair, keeping her head up, so she was staring right at Master Michael and Ellie.
Moving his hands around to Ellie’s front, closing around her tormented breasts and squeezing, he began fucking her ass with a hard, pounding rhythm.
Master Mitch kept one hand in Domi’s curls, the other wrapped around her hip as he fucked her pussy as hard as Master Michael was riding Ellie’s ass.
Domi shuddered, bracing herself against his hard thrusts, her breasts bouncing, nipples protesting the abuse whenever the clamps brushed against the table, digging into her flesh.
Every slap of Master Mitch’s body against her spanked cheeks reignited the sting from his hand.
Her pussy convulsed around him, her passion climbing higher.
Watching the show with a Dom was everything Domi had imagined and more.
Another scream from Ellie echoed around the room.
Master Michael had removed the clit clamp, and the fingers of one of his hands were buried in her pussy, rubbing roughly against the sensitive nub, increasing both her pain and her pleasure.
Echoing his movement, Master Mitch released one of Domi’s nipples and thrust his hand between her thighs.
Ecstasy exploded inside her, twisting around the stinging pain into its own unique creation that flooded her body. Domi’s cries joined the others filling the room, her orgasm pulsing inside her, along with Master Mitch’s cock. She could feel him throbbing, flooding her pussy with his cum.
Mitch
Fuck.
With a strangled cry, Mitch emptied himself into Domi, the silky walls of her pussy gripping and squeezing the life out of his cock with each pulse of her orgasm.
The incredible eroticism of fucking the hell out of her while they watched another couple playing and fucking…
He was definitely going to be bringing her back to Marquis in the future.
Normally, he wouldn’t consider that because it might give a subbie ideas, but this was Domi. If anything, he’d probably have to reassure her he wasn’t getting the wrong idea. Marquis was date-like.
But he had dibs.
He had to admit, it was one of his better ideas.
Whimpering, Domi went limp in front of him, still panting, her pussy quivering around his shrinking cock. On stage, Michael had already removed the restraints from Ellie’s wrists and was bundling her up in his arms to carry her offstage. From the expression on her face, she was still flying high.
The lights around the room went up to the dim setting that had indicated the show was about to start.
It would stay that way until everyone left, giving them just enough light to make their exit but keeping the booths completely shadowed.
In a few minutes, servers would make the rounds, dropping off water and anything the table had ordered for aftercare and taking orders for those who hadn’t done so beforehand.
Knowing Domi’s love for lemon, Mitch had taken the liberty of ordering her a slice of lemon meringue pie.
Sitting down, Mitch pulled Domi toward him, turning her around to face him.
She had a similar expression to Ellie’s, and he allowed himself a few moments of smug satisfaction over making her look like that.
He got another bolt of enjoyment when he removed the clamp from her right nipple, and she wailed, back arching, hands automatically coming up to fend him off as the blood rushed back into the crushed nubbin.
If she hadn’t been totally undone by the scene, she never would have reacted that way.
Easily grasping her wrists in his hand, he leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth, suckling her through the pain.
Little sobs of breath heaved her chest, and she shuddered, slowly coming down from the high.
When he removed the one on the left, she was clear-eyed enough not to fight him and moaning in enjoyment as he soothed the sting with his lips and tongue.
Mitch’s cock twitched again at the sultry sound, but he knew it wasn’t actually going anywhere.
One slice of pie and two glasses of water later, Domi was completely recovered and happy to agree to schedule future visits to Marquis—no ‘dibs’ needed.
Which was good since Marquis required a reservation.
Mitch walked her to her car, gave her a hard kiss, and said he hoped to see her soon. With a wink, of course.
Strolling back to his own car, he whistled a merry tune.