Show your Lines

*Scene 1 – Setting the Stage*

When Michelle returns to the table after having sucked Archer Howard’s cock in the powder room and having had him fill her mouth and cover her face with his come, she finds Samantha Howard curled around her husband, wrapped in an intimate embrace. She is kissing him, and her hands are clearly busy beneath the tabletop, on his lap. Many of the other couples around the table are engaged in flirtatious, teasing play as well. The conversation has turned bawdy and risqué, fueled by champagne and the sight of the indiscreet, amorous foreplay around the table.

Master Damien stands and pulls Michelle’s chair out for her, acting like a perfect gentleman.

Michelle reseats herself quickly. When she parts the slit in her dress and sits down, she can feel the large wet spot on the chair that she has left there already, cool now, after her absence. With her cunt still slippery-wet with unsatiated desire, Michelle knows that the damp spot on the chair will be enlarged, as well as re-warmed.

Samantha and Archer Howard end their kiss to turn and face Michelle and Damien. Samantha licks her lips and smiles at Michelle, in a sign of acknowledgement. Master Damien squeezes Michelle’s thigh to indicate his approval. Then, he excuses himself, and leaves the room, heading in the direction of the powder room.

A moment later, Michelle watches as Samantha Howard winks at her and stands and heads in the same direction. Clearly, a quid pro quo has been negotiated between her Master and Archer Howard. Michelle wonders if Archer is Samantha’s Master, as well as her husband, or if they are just a very open couple, who enjoy sharing themselves with others.

After Damien and Samantha are gone, Archer Howard begins a conversation with Michelle by complimenting her on her dress. “You look absolutely stunning in that gown, Michelle. It takes a very poised and confident woman to wear such a daring and sensuous dress. Is this the first time you have worn it?”

“Thank you, Sir,” Michelle answers, with a small smile. “Indeed, tonight is the first time I have worn this dress. I only bought it this morning. I wanted something stunning, something that would please … Damien.” Michelle had almost said “my Master” before she caught herself. She is still unsure of the company she is in this evening. Even though Archer had just come in her mouth, only minutes before; he is acting like a perfect gentleman who is gently flirting with a new acquaintance. Only his eyes betray the secret that they share.

Then the man who is seated to her left, the one who had been given a private showing of her ass in the living room before dinner, turns to speak to her. “I, too, must compliment you on your attire this evening. You have a lovely body, and you display it in a most uninhibited, and delightfully provocative, way. It is always a special treat to meet a woman who is relaxed and open with her sensuality. Your Damien must be quite proud of you. He definitely enjoys showing you off.”

Michelle smiles and nods her head demurely at the man to her left, as she basks in his praise.

The man continues, “My name is Jonathan Powers.” He reaches out with his hand as he introduces himself.

Michelle extends her right hand to meet his. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Sir.”

When Jonathan Powers takes Michelle’s hand into his, he lifts her sleekly gloved hand to his lips to kiss the back of her hand. He smiles broadly as his lips touch the fabric of the glove. Michelle can tell that he has detected her scent on the glove

“Yes, indeed, you are a completely captivating woman. Has your evening been enjoyable, so far?”

Michelle nods her head in reply. “I am having a wonderful time. I have met so many interesting people.” She glances over at Archer Howard as she speaks. His twinkling eyes and sly smile tell Michelle that he appreciates the oblique reference she made to their interlude in the powder room.

At that moment, Master Damien and Samantha Howard return to the table. They reseat themselves and begin to enjoy the dessert that was awaiting them. Samantha drains her champagne glass, and holds it up to signal a waiter to refill it. “I just love champagne,” she announces to Michelle. It is such a wonderful chaser, don’t you think, Michelle?”

Michelle arches her eyebrows and looks over at her Master before she replies. He is smiling at her, and at Samantha Howard. “Yes, indeed, it is. A fine champagne is a perfect counterpoint to the taste of a fine, creamy sauce topping on a dessert,” Michelle answers with a mirthful laugh.

Michelle wonders whether Samantha Howard has ever made love to a woman. Michelle suspects that she has. Samantha is very much at ease with her sexuality, and that of her husband – or is he her Master? As Michelle gazes across the table at Samantha, she is mentally undressing her, revealing Samantha’s beautiful breasts to her lustful eyes, and admiring her succulent, sweet-tasting pussy. Michelle decides that she would lay long odds that Samantha’s cunt is clean-shaven, and very experienced – with both men and women.

At that moment, David and Marisa Carter both arise, from opposite ends of the long dining room table; and announce that after dinner drinks will be served on the patio, pool-side. Their guests take this as their cue to rise and end the lingering after-dessert conversations.

When Michelle stands, her Master holds her by the arm, not letting her leave the table. As the other guests depart, headed for the patio, he tells her, “Place your hands flat on the table. Bend over, and spread your legs.”

Michelle does as she is ordered. She and Master Damien are alone in the dining room now. He reaches under the slit in her dress to probe at her pussy. “Did you enjoy serving Archer Howard?” he queries.

Michelle lowers her head, and looks at her hands on the table. “Yes, Sir, I enjoyed serving him. He has a beautiful cock. I was able to take it all the way down my throat, as he wished. He filled my mouth with his come. It tasted wonderful, Sir. I do hope I have met your expectations.

“Indeed, you have,” her Master replies. Archer gave me a very good report. You are turning into quite the fellatrice, my sweet little Michelle.”

Michelle blushes at the glowing report. Her cunt opens up willingly for her Master’s fingers. He slides three of them inside her, filling and stretching her hole with them. A fresh surge of wetness cascades down her slit, coating his hand with the unmistakable evidence of her lust.

Master Damien retrieves his fingers from Michelle’s pussy. He presents them to her, to lick clean. Michelle eagerly opens her mouth to taste herself again. After she has completed sucking them into her mouth, he slowly slides them out from between her lips. “It is time to rejoin the other guests now,” he tells her. Are you prepared?

Not knowing what she should be prepared for, Michelle can only answer, “Yes, Sir, I am ready for whatever you wish me to do.”

Damien offers Michelle his arm, and he escorts her out the French doors, onto the patio. Small torches on slender poles provide the only illumination. The flickering light casts wild, dancing shadows over the patio, and the guests arrayed on the chaises and chairs arranged around the pool. The evening is warm, and the sweet smell of flowers permeates the air.

The pool’s soft underwater lighting adds an azure glow to the scene. The lighting, and the scents and sounds of the warm summer evening combine to create a sensual, uninhibited mood to the gathering.

The guests are mostly seated as couples, either side-by-side in chairs, or with the woman on her man’s lap, or snuggled together on a chaise. There is a great deal of fondling and overt sexual play going on, with modesty and restraint falling by the wayside faster and faster as each couple becomes bolder and more direct in their foreplay. Clearly, this is a very open-minded and uninhibited group of people.

“Perhaps,” Michelle muses to herself, “It is a swingers club.”

Damien leads Michelle to an unoccupied chaise near the edge of the pool. He sits down and stretches out on the chaise, and motions for Michelle to sit at the foot of the lounger, next to his feet.

Michelle moves to sit where her Master indicated, as he moved his legs to one side to make room for her. She sits down facing the group of guests. In a smooth, practiced move, she parts the slit on her dress to settle her still red and tender ass on the cool cotton cushion next to her Master’s knees. Michelle scans the guests as she sits, watching for their reaction as she exposes herself before the sides of the dress settle on her hips to conceal what had been momentarily revealed.

For the most part, the guests directly across from her do not notice her temporary nakedness. However, those on either side of her have a clear view of her upper thighs and the rounded cheeks of her ass as she executes the graceful, fluid maneuver. Michelle can see several of the couples whispering to each other out of the corner of her eye.

Once she is comfortably seated, Michelle sits with her back straight and erect, and with her shoulders pulled back to accent her breasts. She clasps her hands behind her back, and lowers her head to focus her eyes on the patio bricks in front of her feet. She can feel her Master’s hand slide under the bunched up fabric of her dress, to rest on her ass, cupping the tender, throbbing swell of her rounded bottom. He squeezes her flesh, elevating the dull pain from her earlier whipping to a steady pulsing sensation, as each beat of her heart pumps her blood through the bruised, red flesh under his tight grip.

Michelle is very much on edge, as her imagination runs wild, wondering what her Master has planned. Her anxiety does nothing to douse her arousal. Instead, the uncertainty and the anticipation only serve to fuel her inner heat. A fresh surge of wetness trickles out from between her legs. Her nipples are fully erect, announcing to all who are close enough to see them in the dim, flickering light, that she is a bitch in heat, who is thinking of nothing but the carnal delights of the flesh.

*Scene 2 – Showing Off*

Michelle listens intently, while she keeps her eyes downcast, trying to tune into the conversations around her. Then, a lilting feminine voice from their left directs a question at Michelle’s Master. “So, Damien, please introduce your guest to us. We are all wondering who she is. Tell us, we are all dying to know who this exotic, sensual creature is, and where you found her.”

Damien retrieves his hand from Michelle’s ass and lifts it up to stroke her hair. His fingertips trace their way down her spine, sending a shiver of anticipation through Michelle’s body, as he begins to speak to the group.

“This is Michelle. In the few weeks that I have known her, I have become quite fond of her. I have found her to be quite adventurous, and quite open to new experiences. She is really quite extraordinary.”

Michelle smiles and blushes, as she responds to her Master’s compliment, “Thank you, Sir, you are too kind. I am so grateful that we have met, and that you have introduced me to your world.”

The woman who first asked Damien about Michelle turns to Michelle and asks her directly, “Michelle, the way you speak of Damien is so….formal, so mysterious. How did you meet? Tell us more, please.”

Michelle’s stomach does a somersault. “What should she say to this woman?” she thinks. While she is trying to decide what to say, her Master steps into the breach.

“Go ahead, Michelle,” he directs her in a gentle, but authoritative, voice. “Tell them about how we met, tell them everything. Give them a view into our relationship.”

Michelle is surprised by her Master’s command. This will be the first time she has spoken of her submission to her Master to someone who did not already know what their relationship was. She knows, now, that this moment was the purpose for his bringing her to this party. This is another test. Can she proclaim her submission and devotion to her Master to the outside world?

Michelle hesitates, as she struggles to find the right words, to begin her story. The group waits, expectantly. The long, pregnant pause telegraphs to the assembled group that something significant is about to happen. All of the other conversations die away, as everybody’s attention is focused on Michelle.

Michelle keeps her head lowered as she begins to speak. “I belong to Damien. He is my Master. He owns me, body, mind, and soul. I do everything, and anything he asks of me. My one goal and purpose is to serve him, to bring him pleasure, to meet his every need.”

Michelle waits for a moment, after making her declaration, as she gauges the effect her extraordinary proclamation has made on the group. There is silence around the semi-circle of chairs. Finally, the woman who asked the initial question speaks again.

“Michelle, this is quite extraordinary. Are you telling us that Damien owns you, like a slave?”

Michelle considers her response, and then answers the woman’s question. “I suppose so, though I do not think of myself as a slave. I have given myself to him quite willingly, eagerly and without hesitation or reservation. I am not a slave, as one who is involuntarily bound to another. Rather, I am an object, a toy, a vessel that my Master uses for his pleasure. I serve him in any way that he requires. I trust him completely, in everything. I have surrendered my will and placed myself in submission to him. I have given him the gift of myself. In return, he teaches me and trains me to serve him. I take great joy in his pleasure, and in the gifts he give to me – the punishments as well as the rewards, that help me to understand and comprehend who I really am.”

Michelle lifts her fingers to trace the circumference of her silver collar as she continues to speak, “I wear this collar as a symbol of my submission to my Master. He has placed in around my neck, and only he has the key that will unlock it. Since we met, the only times he has removed it has been when he has wished to place a larger, more severe, collar on me. He also requires me to be clean-shaven. And when I am not wearing panties or a thong, I am required to sit on my bare flesh, as I am now.”

Marisa Carter asks Michelle another question. “Do you serve Damien sexually? Tell us more, please!”

More confident now that the ice was broken, Michelle turns to Marisa and begins to describe the nature of her submission to her Master. “Yes, most definitely. My Master uses my body, every inch of it. He uses my mouth, my pussy, and my ass. I worship his cock. I love the taste of his come. I am required to clean his cock after he comes, with my mouth. I must drink every drop of it, from wherever he has deposited it and my tongue and fingers can find it. None of it is ever permitted to go to waste.”

Another woman, from the other side of the circle, asks a question. “What about you, Michelle, tell us about your orgasms. Is Damien a good lover?” A small ripple of chuckles circles around the group.

“My Master is not my lover. He is my Master, my Owner. I do have orgasms, many of them, and they are the most profoundly intense ones that I have ever had. My Master knows my body, and how to play it like a musical instrument, like a virtuoso. Of course, I am not permitted to come without his permission. Sometimes, it is very hard to hold myself back. When he makes me wait, or when he denies me permission to come at all, I find myself in a terrible sexual agony. I find it very challenging to surrender control over my orgasms to another. However, I find that it greatly enriches the totality of my sexual experiences. In this, as in all other aspects of my submission to him, my Master knows what is best for me.”

A man interjects, “Tell us about your punishments. Does he spank you? Whip you?”

Michelle answers calmly, “Yes, and yes.” My punishments are wide-ranging, and often dramatic. I have been spanked, whipped, and flogged. I have had a riding crop and a cane applied to my ass and thighs, and to my breasts and belly, too. Even my pussy has been flogged. I have been chained. I have worn clips and clamps on my nipples, and on my clit and my labia.”

“Do you enjoy being whipped? Does it turn you on?” another man asks. Clearly, they are all fascinated by the life that Michelle is describing.

“Yes, I find that I do enjoy being whipped, or flogged. It makes my pussy very wet. Sometimes, I reach orgasm when my Master is whipping me, if he permits it. The pain that I feel turns into the most intensely satisfying release for me. I transcend the pain, and use it to channel it inwards to fuel my lust, my thirst. Pain begets pleasure, for me. My Master knows this, and uses this knowledge well, for his benefit, and mine.”

“When was the last time you were whipped? And what were you guilty of to deserve a whipping?” Marisa Carter inquires.

“I was whipped here, in your house, before dinner, with a riding crop. I was whipped because my Master decided to whip me. I needed no other reason.”

The implications of what Michelle has just told the group took a moment to sink in, and register with the group. “Do you mean you were whipped “here”, at the party?” Samantha gasped.

“Yes, of course,” Michelle answered. “I was soundly whipped upstairs, in David and Marisa’s bedroom, soon after you and Archer saw me being fucked from behind over the upstairs railing.”

“Show them your marks, Michelle,” Damien orders. Stand up, turn around, and display your ass.”

“Yes, Master,” Michelle replies. She stands up and turns around to face her Master. He is watching her face with a cool detachment. She reaches behind and opens the slit in her dress, as she lifts it up to expose the full roundness of her ass to the assembled pairs of eyes. Michelle bends over and spreads her legs so that they can see the marks on her thighs, and the puffy redness of her naked cunt, as well.

Michelle’s skin is tingling as she feels the hungry eyes feasting on her hot, pink ass, with the darker, red stripes cris-crossing her cheeks and thighs where the most severe blows had landed. Michelle is proud of her marks, proud that her Master has made his dominance over her so plainly visible. She finds it thrilling and intoxicating to display herself so blatantly to these people. Michelle feels her pussy becoming wet again, as she stands there, with the soft gentle evening breeze wafting between her legs and playing over her naked slit.

“My god, look at that. Isn’t that incredible” someone says. “Did you come when you received this whipping?”

Michelle is looking directly at her Master, her ass still displayed in front of the group. “The riding crop brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Right after my whipping, my Master took me from behind, and fucked me in my pussy while he slapped my ass, and pulled, slapped, and pinched my breasts and nipples. I came then, when he did, when he filled my dripping wet pussy with his come for the second time, this evening.”

Master Damien is smiling at Michelle, and he reaches up to stroke her hair as she finishes her recounting of their before dinner activities. He gives Michelle another order. “Remove your dress.”

“Yes, Sir, of course.” Michelle stands and slips the dress off her shoulders. She lets it slide down her body, to puddle at her feet. She steps out of it, and stands there, facing her Master, arms at her sides, eyes still downcast. Her full, rounded breasts spill over the top of the small shelf bra, her nipples hard and erect.

Michelle’s eyes are wide with wonder and expectation, as she waits for her Master’s next command.

*Scene 3 – Showing Off More*

Michelle’s Master gives his next order to her, after a long pause, as she stands nearly naked in front of him and his friends. “Turn around. Go to each person. Present your ass to each one. Let them touch your bruised and tender flesh. Let them feel the raised welts on your skin. Let them feel the wetness that I know is seeping out of that lovely, slick, smooth-shaven cunt. Show them how much you are enjoying this, flaunting your body and proclaiming your submission to me.”

Standing there wearing only her tiny bra, her garter belt, stockings, and shoes, Michelle pivots to face the group. She can see that Damien has them in the palm of his hand. They are transfixed by the vision of submissive loveliness standing there in front of them. Michelle squares her shoulders and struts over to the first couple to her left. She is feeling confident and strong. The plain and bold proclamation of her total submission to her Master is having the somewhat improbable effect of empowering her, and putting her is a position of dominance over her audience.

Michelle stands in front of the man and woman, looking down at them as they stare at her face, her breasts, and her cunt. Michelle then slowly turns around, and bends over, while spreading her legs. Her ass moves backward to stop mere inches from their faces. Michelle can feel the warmth of their breath on her skin. She shivers as the woman’s delicate fingers touch her ass, gently and reverently, in awe of the bright red, raised welts that she feels there. The woman traces the length of several of the long stripes that the riding crop had left on Michelle’s skin.

At the same time, Michelle can feel the man’s hand cupping her left cheek, lifting and squeezing it at the same time. Then the man reaches between Michelle’s legs to slide his index finger up and down Michelle’s slit. Michelle shudders at the touch, and gasps when the tip of his finger reaches her clit.

The woman them moves her man’s hand aside, so she can probe at Michelle’s pussy. She gently peels Michelle’s labia back, to expose the wet pink flesh hidden behind the smoothly shaven folds of skin. Michelle feels two fingers press inside her cunt. Her cunt muscles contract in response to the delicate probing of her innermost secrets, gripping and massaging the woman’s fingers as her body telegraphs her arousal to the woman. Michelle moans softly, and she clenches and unclenches her hands as she holds them motionless at her sides.

The woman withdraws her fingers, and sucks them into her mouth. “Mmm…you do taste sweet Michelle. And if I am not mistaken, I detect the delightful taste of a man, too. Damien, I must compliment you. Your come, mixed with your Michelle’s sweet juices, makes for a delicious combination.”

“Thank you, Marcia,” Damien replies. “I am honored.”

Michelle takes that as her cue to move to the next couple. She repeats the maneuver of facing them, letting them admire the unashamed nakedness of her body, and her boldly displayed cunt; before turning around to present her ass to them.

As Michelle presents herself for their viewing, and touching pleasure, the woman asks Michelle, “Does your Master give you to others, to be used by them, to serve them like you serve him?”

“Yes, of course,” Michelle says. “I am often given to others by my Master. Both men, and women. I consider it an honor and a privilege. It tells me that my Master takes pride in my performance and my abilities. I take great pleasure in demonstrating my submission to him by serving those he orders me to submit to. In fact, I was given to one of you, here, tonight, during dinner. I was fucked most thoroughly and enjoyably in my mouth, by a most delightful cock.”

The men and women look around at each other, to try to guess who it was that Michelle had been given to. Jonathan Powers, the man who had been seated to Michelle’s left, the one she had had her ass exposed to before dinner, looks over at Archer Howard, and raises his glass in salute. Archer nods in acknowledgement, letting the group know that it was, indeed, him who taken Michelle and come in her mouth. A small round of applause follows.

Archer announces to the group, “Yes, she was magnificent. She deep-throated me most competently. She took every inch down her throat, and drank down every drop when I filled her wide open, waiting mouth with my come.”

The group’s attention returns to the couple that has Michelle standing in front of them, with her ass thrust out over their laps.

Again, it is the woman who first lifts her hand to Michelle’s ass, using a feather-light touch. This time, when the woman’s fingers begin to massage her pussy and to tease her clit; the man’s hand smacks hard against her ass, leaving a fresh, red mark on top of her still red skin. Michelle cries out at the unexpected slap, though she does not flinch or draw away.

The woman laughs at her companion, and tells him, “Do that again. I can feel her getting even wetter than before, after you slapped her. Let me get my fingers inside her. Then spank her again, for me. I want to feel her react to your hand, from the inside.” The woman forces three fingers as deep into Michelle’s cunt as she can. She twists them around from side to side, and wiggles them back and forth.

“Now, do it again, honey. Spank her hard.” Her man does as she asks, and Michelle receives four hard slaps on her ass, alternating on each cheek. She stammers out a response, “Thank you, Sir. Please, will you do it again?”

The man obliges, with a series of eight more strong strokes that are delivered with the full force of his arm. Michelle teeters on her high heels as she absorbs the impact of the spanking. Only the woman’s fingers deep in her cunt prevent Michelle from falling forward.

The woman withdraws her fingers from Michelle’s pussy, leaving Michelle feeling empty and desperately wishing for her pussy to be filled, and stretched, again by another hand, or better yet, by a large, strong cock. Her ass is on fire, re-ignited by the vigorous spanking she has just received. The woman offers her dripping wet fingers to her husband, who eagerly licks them clean, as he also comments on how sweet and delicious Michelle is.

Next, Michelle moves to David and Marisa Carter. She tells Marisa, “The photograph of you in your bedroom is lovely. I was watching you while I was being whipped and fucked on your bed.”

When she turns and presents her ass to them, Marisa spreads Michelle’s ass cheeks and begins to lick Michelle’s asshole. Michelle moans loudly as Marisa’s tongue probes at her rear entrance. David Carter places his fingers at the top of Michelle’s ass, and draws his fingernails down her left cheek, scratching five parallel trails down her abused skin.

Michelle throws her head back and tosses her hair. “Oh, god, yes, that feels so good. Master, I am so close to orgasm. I don’t know if I can make it all the way around the circle without coming.”

“You are not yet permitted to come, Michelle. You will have to wait. Show my friends how well trained you are,” Damien answers her. At the same time, David Carter rakes his fingernails down both of her ass cheeks simultaneously, while his wife slides her head down from Michelle’s asshole to bite her hard on her inner thigh. Michelle screams at the effect of the fingernails digging into her rough and bruised skin and of Marissa’s teeth pressing their semi-circular imprint into her leg.

“Yes, Master, thank you, Sir. I will try.” Michelle stammers, her voice faltering from the waves of painfully erotic sensations flooding her brain.

She is not even half way around the circle of men and women. Michelle knows that this test is far from over. She hopes she can make it successfully to the end without faltering – or coming.

And David and Marisa Carter are not yet done with her yet, either. Marisa leans back in her chair, and lifts her ass up off the cushion. She slides her dress up around her waist, revealing the same, beautiful pussy that Michelle had seen in the photograph. “Do you want to lick it, Michelle? Do you want to taste my pussy, to see if it is as delicious as it looks?” Marisa is gently rubbing her clit, and staring directly into Michelle’s hungry eyes as she speaks.

Michelle nods her head and tells Marisa, “Yes, of course, I would love to taste you, to worship your pussy with my tongue. It is the least I can do to repay you for the use of your bed.” Marisa gestures at Michelle with an elegant wave of her hand, directing her to kneel and to begin her task.

Michelle places her hands on either side of Marisa’s fleshy pink pussy and spreads her lips apart. “You are so beautiful,” she whispers as she lowers to face between Marisa’s legs. Michelle keeps her eyes open, so she can enjoy the sight of Marisa responding and moving to the rhythm of her tonguing, at the same time her sense of taste, touch, sound, and smell are all being tantalized by the succulent, erotic vision in front of her.

Marisa’s hands are stroking Michelle’s hair. She uses her long, delicate fingers as a comb, running them through Michelle’s long, fine hair; lifting long strands up to let them cascade down again in a golden brown waterfall.

David Carter snuggles up close to his wife to get a better view of Michelle’s lips and tongue in action. Marisa is squirming in her seat now, alternately hissing in deep breaths and exhaling in long, soft moans. She turns to kiss her husband on the lips, her lips and tongue mimicking the erotic dance that Michelle is playing out between her legs.

While Marisa is talking, Michelle’s tongue begins to move in a fast blur, alternately sucking hard on Marisa’s elongated, hard clit, slurping up and down her drenching wet slit, and poking her tongue as deep into her hole as she can extend it. Michelle’s whole face, from the top of her nose, to her neck, and across both cheeks to her ears, is coated with Marisa’s love nectar.

Before Michelle can shift her position to move in front of David Carter, Marisa clenches her legs together, pinioning Michelle’s face to her cunt. She grinds her pussy against Michelle’s whirling dervish of a tongue. Marisa arches her back, throws her head back, and begins to yell, “Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me with that hot, wicked tongue. Ohhhh, yessssss, ohhh, I’m cummmmming.” Marisa begins to pant, breathing in short, little bursts of air. Her whole body is contorted, and writhing under Michelle’s relentless assault.

Finally, she begins to shudder and shake. Michelle can feel Marisa’s whole body tense, and then a sudden gush of juices floods out of Marisa’s pussy to cover Michelle’s face so that it is literally dripping with Marisa’s come. Michelle eagerly licks up every drop of Marisa’s sweet juices.

Finally, Marisa releases her grip on Michelle’s legs, and slumps back in her seat. It is as if Michelle has completely drained all of the energy out of Marisa, through her cunt.

Marisa whispers to David, “My god, she is so good, David. What a tongue! You have to experience this, darling.”

“Mmmm, if you insist, my sweet Marisa. You know I can never refuse you.” As David Carter unzips his pants, Michelle is directed to move between his legs.

Without bothering to wipe his wife’s cunt juice from her face, Michelle begins to suck David Carter’s cock. She works her lips and tongue up and down the shaft, pausing every minute or so to swirl the large, pink dome in her mouth. Michelle pulls his cock to a horizontal position, so she can fellate it and look up, into his eyes at the same time. Michelle begins to slide David Carter’s cock in and out of her mouth, in a series of long, slow strokes.

She keeps her eyes riveted on David’s piercing, ice-blue eyes. She has him completely in her grasp. He is helpless before her. He stares back into her dark, mysterious brown eyes. The fact that she is sucking his cock has seemingly become immaterial, and remote, to both of them. They are fucking each other with their eyes, each using the other’s eyes as shining, round portals into the other’s mind, and soul. Michelle moves slowly and deliberately on his cock, not wanting to break the spell that each one has over the other.

Michelle cannot remember when her eyes last blinked. Her whole body seems to melt away from her. The sounds of her audience fade away. It is as if nothing exists except her mouth, David Carter’s cock – and his eyes, staring into the dark recesses of her soul.

Michelle cannot tell how long she has been worshiping this wonderful cock, having this intensely private, elemental conversation with this stunningly passionate man through his eyes. Michelle can tell, dimly, that both her breathing and that of David Carter have begun to accelerate. His cock expands in her mouth, as his eyes seem to open a wider doorway into his mind.

Then, softly and gently, as if he is embracing her and kissing her in a long, slow, sweet, and tender kiss; David Carter begins to come in Michelle’s mouth. Instead of a wild, jarring thunderstorm of an orgasm; he comes in a long, sustained summer shower, raining long, sweet ribbons of come into Michelle’s mouth. Neither one of them says a thing, or makes a sound other than their breathing. Their eyes are doing all of the talking, telling the other that this has been wonderful, sweet, and personal encounter.

Finally, Michelle slides her mouth off of David’s cock, and lays her head in his lap, kissing the base of his shaft in light, gentle kisses. Michelle can feel Marisa’s hands on her hair again, as she silently expresses her approval and thanks to Michelle for serving her husband in such a spectacular and totally open manner.

She leans in to lift Michelle’s head from her husband’s lap, to press her lips against Michelle’s. As a final display of service and submission, Michelle has let David Carter’s come spill out of her mouth, over her lips and down her chin, for Marisa to share.

Marisa eagerly licks her husband’s semen from Michelle’s lips and chin, and then whispers to Michelle, “My god, that was so beautiful to watch. Thank you so much.”

*Scene 4 – Showing Everything Off *

Michelle moves again, this time to Archer and Samantha Howard.

Michelle’s face is a stunning vision of sensuality and sexuality at its most elemental, erotic level. Large, white drops of David Carter’s come, left there by his wife, are arrayed on the soft, wet sheen of cunt juice left there by Marisa’s orgasm before his. Michelle wears the Carters’ come proudly, as a badge of honor.

She moves with a regal grace, just as a model would move down a runway. Her face is painted with the makeup of sexual abandon and accomplishment. Michelle is glowing, reveling in the way that she has become the center of attention, as she demonstrates her devotion and love for her Master in front of his sex club friends.

Michelle looks over at her Master as she glides over to stand by the Howards. His eyes are bright with excitement and filled with pride. His smile urges Michelle onward, as she prepares for the next act in the play.

Samantha and Archer are sitting on two chairs, facing each other, with their knees nearly touching. They motion Michelle to stand between them, facing Samantha. Archer pulls Michelle’s ass towards his face, as Michelle bends over, placing her lips inches from Samantha’s excited, glowing face.

This time, it is Archer’s hands that fondle her ass, feeling the welts and bruises on her skin. His fingers splay open her pussy lips, exposing her dripping wet inner flesh to his admiring eyes. He finds and pinches her clit, causing Michelle to groan and go weak in the knees.

Samantha takes Michelle’s face in her hands, and she kisses Michelle on the lips, opening her mouth to let Michelle probe inside with her tongue. Samantha looks up at Michelle, and asks, “Do you taste Damien, Michelle? He came in my mouth, just like Archer came in yours.” Michelle can only nod her assent, as she shakes and moans in response to Archer’s fingers, that are now probing at her asshole, worming inside, using Michelle’s own cunt juices as his lubricant.

Samantha cups Michelle’s breasts in her hands, and uses her fingers to pull and stretch Michelle’s nipples. Michelle is trembling and shaking, wilting under the dual assault on her asshole and her nipples. She is panting heavily now, her breathing ragged. Beads of sweat run down her face. Samantha takes one hand off Michelle’s breast to present her fingers for Michelle to take into her mouth. Michelle begins sucking on Samantha’s fingers, fellating them as she would a cock. At the same time, Archer has three fingers buried in Michelle’s ass, spreading her wide open and probing as far into her dark passage as he can reach.

Master Damien gets up from his chaise and walks over to where Samantha and Archer are playing with Michelle. He extends his hand to Samantha. “Here, use these on her. These drive her absolutely wild.”

Michelle looks down to see her silver nipple vise clamps in the palm of his hand. “Oh, god, yes, please Master. Thank you,” she whispers.

Samantha takes the clamps in her hand; turning them over and over, feeling their weight, and the power that they hold over Michelle.

Michelle looks down at Samantha, and smiles at her through her heavily lidded eyes, as she is already near delirious with the wild decadence of what she is doing. “Pull my nipples. Stretch them tight, before you put them on me. And then tighten them – very tight, please. I need them to be very tight.”

Samantha licks her lips and smiles back at Michelle. “Certainly, my dear. Let’s do the left one first.” She reaches for Michelle’s left nipple and pulls it until Michelle is quivering and warbling quiet little sounds. Then she takes one of the vise clamps and places it on Michelle’s nipple. Samantha begins to tighten the screw, all the while watching Michelle’s perspiring face for a sign to stop. Michelle has her eyes closed now, and she is leaning on the arms of Samantha’s chair, holding herself upright. Finally, Samantha judges that the clamp is as tight as she can make it. Michelle had not told her when to stop.

Michelle is struggling to absorb the new, overpowering waves of pain that are now emanating from her left nipple to radiate throughout her body. After at least a minute of striving to reach her inner center, Michelle nods her head and tells Samantha, “Now, the other one, please.”

Samantha repeats the procedure, pulling Michelle’s nipple taut, and then tightening the silver clamp until she sees Michelle wobble with faintness. Again, Michelle takes a minute to absorb the new source of pain.

Samantha tilts her head back to offer her lips to Michelle, to be kissed. As Michelle lowers her head to meet Samantha’s open mouth with hers, Samantha lifts her hands off her lap. She curls her index fingers against her thumbs. Unseen to Michelle, she places her coiled index fingers next to Michelle’s nipples as they sway lewdly over the top of her tiny bra, the silver clamps glinting in the firelight of the torches.

Then, Samantha flicks her index fingers outwards in a quick, jerking maneuver. They strike against Michelle’s nipples and cause them to recoil from the unexpected blow. Michelle cries out loudly, as she leaps upwards in reaction to the tortuous new wave of pain. As a rebuke to her sudden movement, Archer Howard, spanks her ass hard with his left hand, while the fingers of his right hand are still embedded in Michelle’s ass, holding her steady and preventing her from moving aside to escape.

Michelle gasps again, and calls out to Archer, “Thank you, Sir, I am sorry Sir. Please forgive me for jumping up like that.”

Samantha stands up, to face Michelle. “Don’t fret, darling, we are all in awe of your courage, and your ability to submit to such treatment.” She turns to Damien and tells him, “You have a rare woman here, Damien. She is, indeed, truly magnificent. She then repeats the finger-flicking maneuver against Michelle’s nipples one more time. This time, Michelle sees it coming and is able to stand motionless as her nipples feel the impact of Samantha’s fingertips. Only a low, throaty moan escapes her lips this time.

Archer Howard withdraws his fingers from Michelle’s ass while Samantha runs her fingertips up and down Michelle’s slit. Samantha then slaps Michelle directly on her mound, as she playfully directs her to her next station.

Michelle can feel her juices streaming down her inner thighs now, making her legs slick and wet with her lust. She desperately wants to be fucked, to be given that blissful release from her ever-escalating passion.

The final couple is eagerly awaiting Michelle’s arrival. The woman has her husband’s cock out and is stroking it. He is firmly erect. His cock is at least 9 inches long, and one of the thickest that Michelle has ever seen. The man turns to Damien and asks him, “Do you mind if I fuck her, Damien. I think she needs a cock right now.”

The woman who is stroking his huge erection says, “Yes, please Damien, I want to see her take my Adam’s big cock in her tight little cunt. I want to watch.”

Damien nods his assent. Michelle moves over to face the couple. The woman looks up at Michelle as she stands in front of her man. “First, I want to see you masturbate. Show us how you play with that elegant, juicy cunt.”

Michelle spreads her legs and begins to rub her fingers up and down her dripping wet pussy. She slides her fingertips around and over her enflamed, extremely sensitive clit. Then she inserts two fingers into her hole, sliding them in and out in a provocative, lewd display. Low, unintelligible sounds are coming from between Michelle’s lips as she begins to lose herself in her inner, lustful thoughts.

Master Damien takes Michelle by the hand and stops her. He spins her around so that her back is to him. He takes her ball gag out of his jacket pocket, and holds it in front of her eyes, so she can see it. “Let’s show them how we direct all of your energy inwards, so that none of it escapes through your lips.” Before Michelle can answer, the bright red ball is being inserted into her come and cunt juice covered mouth, and the strap is being fastened behind her head.

Next, Master Damien takes out Michelle’s blindfold. He turns Michelle around to face him. “And of course, we cannot forget this, can we?” he asks Michelle. “You love being blindfolded, don’t you Michelle?” Michelle can only nod her head in assent, offering mute testimony to one of her deepest, darkest desires.

The man then grasps her hips and pulls her forward, to straddle his legs. Michelle stands there, facing him and lowers herself down until she feels the tip of the huge cock pressing against her cunt. The woman’s hands are on her man’s cock now, positioning it at the entrance to Michelle’s fuck hole, sliding it back and forth to splay her lips apart and to aim it directly at Michelle’s eagerly awaiting cunt. Michelle is more ready for this cock than she has been for almost any other in her life.

While his wife holds the base of his cock, the man pulls down on Michelle’s hips, forcing her to sit on his cock, taking it all the way inside in one fast, rough penetration. Michelle shrieks into her ball gag as she feels herself seemingly being split open by the huge girth of the towering penis. She can hear only a low, muffled sound escape from her mouth. Then she is all the way down, grinding against the base of his cock, and feeling his wife’s fingers playing with her cunt lips.

Michelle is delirious with ecstasy now, and so close to coming that she doesn’t know if she can hold out for more than another minute. Urged on by the man’s hands, she begins to slide up and down on his cock, as they begin to thrust themselves against each other. The man is holding Michelle’s breasts in his hands, cupping them and pulling on them. Her painfully imprisoned nipples are squeezed even more, as his powerful hands knead her tits like fresh bread dough.

At this moment, Master Damien strolls over and asks the wife, “Would you like to whip her now, while she is fucking your husband?”

The woman leaps to her feet and takes the riding crop that Damien is holding out to her. She stands next to Michelle, so that the assembled crowd that is now standing close around to watch the wild display of fucking can still see her husband’s cock sliding in and out of Michelle’s cunt. She lifts the riding crop, and lays a strong stroke across Michelle’s left ass cheek, just as she levers herself downward to thrust the cock as far inside her cunt as she can manage.

Michelle bites down on the gag and bucks wildly on the cock she is riding. Again, the woman smacks Michelle’s ass with the riding crop. The sound seems like a rifle shot. Michelle is silently wailing into the gag now, as she shudders and rocks on the penis.

The man shouts out to his wife, “Do it again! Her cunt spasms and grips me like a vise when you strike her like that. My god, this is incredible. I can feel every stroke telegraphed through her cunt. Again! Now! I want to feel her do that when I come. Now!”

Master Damien stands next to Michelle and grabs her by the hair, forcing her to look at him, though she cannot see him through the blindfold. “Now, Michelle, show our friends how you come. You will come, now.” As he speaks, he places his hands on her nipples. With a quick flourish, he removes the silver vise clamps, letting the blood surge back into her nipples, sending a huge rush of beautifully painful electricity rocketing through her breasts, expanding outwards in a huge fireball that seems to engulf Michelle’s mind and push her into a near out-of-body experience, as her mind seems to disconnect from her body.

As soon as Damien has pulled the clamps off Michelle’s nipples, the man’s wife lifts the riding crop and lays a series of strong, quick strokes across Michelle’s ass as she jerks and bucks on the cock.

Michelle silently shrieks again, and again; as the great dam within her bursts, spilling the pent-up orgasm through the breach that the cock and the whip have torn through her body. She comes again, and again, in great crashing waves of ecstasy that seem to go on forever. She feels the cock within her loins surge and thrust up inside her, pressing against the entrance to her womb as it spasms and pumps its huge load of incredibly hot come into her cunt. Again and again her muscles contract around the cock, milking it dry as she seeks to extend her orgiastic frenzy as long as possible. The orgasms blend and blur together. Michelle cannot tell when one ends and the next one begins. She has lost count, long before they begin to ease and wind down, into ever-weaker spasms.

Finally, Michelle collapses onto the man’s chest, completely limp and drained.

A burst of applause and cheers rise up from the circle of admirers. They have never seen anything like this before, and they are all, both men and women, stunned by the intensity and power of what they have just witnessed.

Master Damien unbuckles the ball gag. Michelle sucks air into her mouth, and then gasps, “Thank you, Master, thank you. That was so wonderful.”

Her Master then picks her up off of the man she has just fucked, and lifts her into his arms. Michelle puts her arms around his neck, and kisses him. She is limp, completely satiated, and absolutely drained. Her body is drenched in sweat, her hair tousled and disheveled, and her face, neck and chest are covered in the wet, sticky evidence of her lust.

Her cunt is delightfully and wonderfully sore, with the come of two men dripping out of her well-used hole. Her facial muscles ache from all of the cock sucking she has done, but she feels a warm, comfortable glow spreading out from her belly. She has the come from five men inside her, three in her belly and two in her cunt. What a magical day, and what a spectacular ending to it, this evening.

Damien turns to David and Marisa Carter, and tells them, “Thank you for such a lovely evening. Good night.” And with no further words, he walks through the gardens to the limousine, carrying the still-blindfolded Michelle in his arms, where Martin is waiting with the rear door open.

“This concludes Elegance Ravished. I hope you enjoyed it. As some of you have inquired, there will be more stories featuring Michelle in the near future. Her journey through her Master’s realm is not yet over.”

“Singularity”