The Secrets of The Stallion.

With a smile on his face Titus took her hand and brought it upwards, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her wrist, a brush of lips, closing his eyes for a moment as he took in the delicate perfume on her skin. Reluctantly he released her hand, her fingers smooth and soft, warm and delicate in his strong fingers.

“Brandy, you look stunning tonight, very beautiful, sensual and sexy.” Titus complimented her.

She smiled at him, blushing a little as she gracefully accepted his praise. When he spoke, his voice was deep and the words invisibly caressed her body. The heat in the room seemed to rise and she found it difficult to control her breathing.  Brandy grew warm and she flushed with feminine desire. She wondered if he even realised the effect he had on her.

Titus turned to focus on the Alter, “I really admire the handiwork that was done on this centre piece. This marble comes from Italy I think, hewn and sanded by hand.

“Look at how smooth the surface is.” He spoke softly to her.

Slowly he let his hands slide over the table, following the veins of white in the black marble, as if tracing the curves of a woman. The table top so was smooth and polished, it mirrored their profiles. The soft touch of Brandy leaning in to him and following the trail of his fingers with her eyes was very pleasant.

She watched him fascinated as his hand glided slowly over the black marble. His sexy voice resonated in the background. She was not really listening to his words, just the very sexy tone of it.

She was mesmerised by the slow caress of his hand. It invoked naughty images of that hand stroking the naked back of a woman lying face down on a bed in front of him.

Titus tilted his head and smiled, stepped back and slid his arms around her, taking her hand in his and guiding it over the table. He let her feel the smooth rounded edges, the cool touch of the surface and the heaviness of the stone.

A shiver ran down his spine as he felt Brandy push her body back into him a little, letting him know that she was there and welcoming his embrace. They both felt the strong pull of sensual attraction as it washed over them.

She licked her lips and stepped back to be closer to him. His aftershave tantalised her slightly flaring nostrils, to deeply breathe in, more of him.
“This table reminds me of something that I built years ago. A special piece of furniture that would fit in this room, not as a centre piece, but in one of the niches at the sides, or in a dungeon. Made of wood though. I am enchanted with wood.” Titus said softly.

Brandy turned in Titus’s arms, facing him, her body resting against him. Her sparkling eyes looked up at him and she smiled.
He smiled back and her attention was drawn to his lips, his white teeth and his tongue moving slightly. She was lost as he put his arms around her. She had to lean into him.  She had a compelling need for his body to brush against hers.
She spoke to try and distract herself from this man’s overwhelming aura.

“Have you taken a look around this place yet? It’s pretty big with a number of dungeons that are quite extraordinary.”

“No, this is my first time here actually. I’ve heard lots about it, but this is the first time I have set foot in this place. It is amazing. It makes me feel…” his voice trailed.

Titus didn’t finish.

Brandy wondered at the sentence left hanging. It was as though he remembered something in his deep dark past.

This place had done something to Titus and deep down inside something started to twist and turn, a deep slumber slowly fading, the aftermath of a long hibernation. It had been a long time since he had felt this alive, so vibrant, so self-assured. Yet at the same time that old oppressive little voice popped up in his head and whispered warnings in unheard echoes in his mind. For a moment he felt dizzy, his head started to spin with the struggle developing in his head. He shrugged his shoulders, took a sip of his whiskey and concentrated on Brandy again, for a moment there he had been lost in a different world.

As he sipped his whiskey Brandy found herself watching him again intently as he lifted that glass to his mouth and the subsequent swallow in his throat. His Adam apple bobbled up and down so sexily.

She sensed a difference in him down here, in this room, something strong, something authoritative, an alpha male, and her female instinct responded. She liked this change in him.

“I wouldn’t mind a tour if you would be my guide. I understand you have your own dungeon here?” Titus asked.

He saw that sparkle in her eyes again, for the shortest of moments, but confirming what he had seen before. Unsure of what that sparkle meant, he let the moment slip and unconsciously wrapped his arms around Brandy and pulled her tighter against him and kissed her spontaneously on her cheek.
The sudden kiss was unexpected and a little groan escaped her lips. Her eyes shut, enjoying the briefest moment of when his lips touched her skin.
They walked round the Great Hall and Brandy saw him look stunned at the sight of the chair that she had chosen to be discreetly placed in her Dungeon. It had been stored in The Bar’s cellars for months until Crystelle asked for it to be moved to The Ice House.  It seemed a more fitting environment.

She wondered if he knew its history.

In the same moment, Titus thought, ‘The Chair! How did that get here?’  He was shocked to see it in The Ice House.

Baffled he looked at the heavy, mahogany piece of furniture along the far end of the room. He saw the submissives approach it, escaping the gaze of the guests as they carried it to another destination. Time seemed to stand still as he was rushed back into the past and washed over with memories and intense feelings.

Titus could almost feel his hands slide over the wood again, working patiently, shaping the chair bit by bit until it had its perfect form. Made for the woman he had given his heart to. The first to draw out the man that was hidden deep inside of him.

He had worked for weeks to make the wood smooth as silk, find the perfect leather to cover the beautiful wood with. He chiselled, shaved and sanded the wooden parts to fit perfectly together.

The chair was a tribute to her, celebrating her for shaping him into the man he was today, showing her the depth of his feelings for her. Carefully she had unlocked the shackles that kept him bound, buried deep in the core of his being, waiting for the right one to set him free.
That first night he strapped her down, she had submitted completely to the man she had awakened and brought to bloom.

That night Titus claimed her, made her his woman and attached her soul to his. A bond that seemed unbreakable. The connection they made that night was overwhelmingly strong. He had let all inhibitions and restraints fall from him, letting out the powerful Master that he didn’t even know had existed in him.

She was taken, again and again in the tidal wave of lust and passion he washed over and demanded of her.  She gave herself freely and willingly to still his feverish hunger, feeding on his passion to still the hidden need inside of her. 

But when the exhausting night turned to day and she awoke, she was unable to withstand the strength of what had happened. She gave him back the collar that he had put around her neck. The morning after strapping her to the chair and taking her as his, she was gone.  Gone forever, too overwhelmed.

‘He’ disappeared after that, going into hibernation.

But tonight Titus had felt His presence again, a stirring in his core, awakened by the atmosphere in the Ice House. Almost forgotten and welcomed with a frown. Something here had nudged Him and He was opening his eyes, lazily stretching out and yawning after being dormant for so long.
Titus and Brandy wandered into the corridors and nearby dungeons and looked at some of the equipment on display. They touched and commented on some of the items and smiled at each other. Their eyes connecting now and then, flirting in their subconscious.

Titus felt it in the atmosphere. There was something about this place and something about the woman next to him. He felt her eyes on him as soon as he stepped in to The Great Hall, and now, walking beside her through The Ice House, her presence and closeness stirred the desire in him.
Lost in thought, Titus followed Brandy’s lead and commented on the items she pointed at, the words flowing knowledgably from his mouth quite unconsciously. The world he had kept buried for so long.

Flashes of the past kept showing him the images of that first night and he relived the same strength as he felt then.
The soft touch of Brandy’s arm brought him back to the present, almost walking in to her as she stopped to listen.
A singer had broken out in song. It came from the Great Hall. He stepped in next to her, turned his head and smiled, then focused his attention to the song, shrugging off the fog of the past and finding root in the present

They had reached the Great Hall and listened to the end of the song. Titus watched the singer step back to his earned place, obediently looking to the floor next to his Domme. Applause cascaded through the room, then faded slowly away. Guests started chatting again after a few moments of silence, the tension had heightened. A submissive was to have a collaring ceremony this night.

A hint of Brandy’s perfume drifted up to Titus’s nose and he wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her soft body against him. He let her feel his strength and determination as he gave in to the urge that lingered inside him since she joined him at the marble altar.

Slowly he leaned in, locking her eyes with his and followed a direct path to her lips. Moist and warm, he laid his lips on hers and kissed her. The touch of his mouth on hers clearly stated his intentions, expecting her to answer his kiss and not accepting a refusal. Her body was already pressed tight against him, her lips parting slightly and he claimed the room given, slipping his tongue through her lips.
Brandy’s heart rate rocketed as he kissed her.

He passionately, directed the movements of their tongues as they danced together. He felt her body go soft in his arms and the stir in his loins turned to a sea of waves, rolling and crashing inside his core. The feeling was overpowering, tugging on his restraints, sending a rush of adrenaline and testosterone through his veins.

He was awake!

Jake had joined Safira and the other guests and chatted pleasantly.  Soon though, he began to feel restless and was eager to see the layout of The Ice House. It wasn’t often this place was open in all its glory to non- members and he wanted to take full advantage of his invite.
He whispered to Safira, “I’m going to take a stroll around The Icehouse and take in the dungeons.”  Safira nodded and continued to talk to one of the guests in the group.

Jake went to the open bar and ordered another gin and tonic and then headed for the dungeons that were open to guests that night.
He saw one of the patrons of the bar he knew, Janine, a Domme here in The Ice House. He chatted to her and enquired permission to take a look around her dungeon. She smiled and permitted him to look round giving him the necessary directions.  He followed them, seeing other groups of people looking round in wonder too.

He entered the corridors that were lit with the fire lanterns on long sticks. He also thought it strangely medieval.  The naked and semi naked submissives in chains and collars displayed on round stands, stood like statues. He looked more closely at them to see if they were breathing. He was fascinated that they had allowed themselves to be decorations for the night. 

He wandered on and arrived at Janine’s dungeon and marvelled at the wheel and cross. He admired the intricate craftsmanship and shuddered at the shackles. 

A servant of the dungeon suddenly approached him, “Excuse me Sir, I am a demonstrative submissive, if you wish you can try this after the ceremony,” she stated. “My Mistress has instructed me to take care of guests and show them how this wheel and cross is used.”

Her voice was a whisper, her lips dry as her breathing sped up. The anticipation was becoming the master of her body. A pleading look in her eyes as she reconnected them with his, her head turning slightly away as he stepped in, overpowered with the look in his eyes. Titus smiled again, placed his finger over the lips of her mouth and moved his hand with the egg down her body. The smooth exterior of the egg travelled over her pelvis, making her legs tremble. Her body leaned against the table to support her, thrusting her pussy towards him.

Her eyes widened as he pressed the egg against her entrance, her mouth opened and let out a clenched gasp, her eyes closing firmly, trying to endure the increasing pressure against her sex. Her labia started to fold open, around the egg, touching his digits as he pushed the oval shape inside her. The resistance of her channel was strong as he pushed the egg through her opening, then the sudden deep sigh of relief as it passed through and slipped inside her body. It nestled inside her channel.

“I’m going to enjoy you tonight Brandy,” Titus promised.

He leaned in and kissed her full on her mouth, pressing his tongue through her lips and claiming hers, chasing it through her mouth with his. As suddenly as he invaded her mouth, he withdrew his tongue from her warm cavity, stepped back and leaving her shaking against the table. The receiver of the egg clipped to her stocking, the little wire stringing downwards from between her lips, her face flushed and red, her eyes glazed over.

“Pull your panties back up, The Collaring Ceremony is about to start.” Titus ordered as he heard an announcement for guests to take their places.

Titus turned his back to her, held out his hand and waited for her fingers to slip into his, feeling her body pressed against his shoulder and hip. He turned his head and looked at her face, her eyes locking in with his immediately, a soft smile of acceptance on her face.

“I’m yours, Titus.” Brandy whispered.

Holding, his hand, they walked back through the corridors to the Great Hall. Brandy felt the weight of the egg inside her vagina, secretly sitting, waiting to be awoken by the remote control in Titus’s pocket. The thought and feel of it teased her body as she walked, building the anticipation and naughty thoughts in her mind and bodily responses. The unfamiliar feel of the little wire that hung from between her legs and the receiver on her stocking tops only served to tease her more as they brushed against her inner thighs.

Her pussy flooded with natural lubricant and she felt it had started to seep and dampen her panties.  She glanced at Titus and wondered, if he actually knew the state of excitement he was keeping her body in. The answer to her brain was almost immediate – “Of course he does, he has the control and power to make you orgasm without even touching you, anytime he wants to, in public or otherwise as he watches!”

That thought nearly sent her into sexual overdrive and a groan escaped her lips. “Someone told me once – Banana Slugs – Big, grotesque, slimy – focus girl focus,” She fought to control her desire. It started to work and then the slugs began to turn into long shiny lubricated penises and her body was zoomed back up to full-on sexual tension, aching to be fulfilled.  She searched desperately for something else to focus on!

They entered the crowded Great Hall.  A submissive was standing obediently at the front of the Great Alter. The collaring ceremony was due to begin.

The Ice House Head Submissive, Tomas, was being given the great honour of belonging to his Miss Crystelle by wearing her collar and becoming part of her family with her other submissives.  Brandy knew him and was so pleased for him. He had worked so hard in the Ice House and taken his duties very seriously. 

As an unexpected Dungeon owner, he had helped her in several tasks and guided her too in their ways so she would not fall fowl of their traditions and strict discipline rules.  For that alone, Brandy would always be grateful and feel a fondness and affection for him.

She truly felt honoured, that she was a guest at such an important ceremony for him and for her friend, Crystelle.

The guests waited patiently and then the ceremony began and was conducted with sincerity.

A string quartet played beautiful music as Tomas, waited for his Mistress to make her entrance. Tomas was dressed formally in a dress shirt, black trousers and jacket. He did not wear a tie though. His neck was free of any restriction. He was standing straight, hands clasped at the front, head bowed.

The guests sat in organised lines, all placed strategically around the room so they had a good view of the Alter.

Then the music changed and Crystelle stood at the back of the hall. She looked magnificent and like the Queen Domme she was. She was dressed in a tight leather and studded costume that showed off her long bare legs and thigh high leather boots. The front was laced up like a corset, pushing up her large breasts. She wore a flowing cloak fastened on from the shoulders and a riding crop in her hand.

She strode down the centre of the room and stood in front of Tomas, who immediately dropped to his knees, eyes and head, still bowed to the floor.
Janine moved forward to conduct the ceremony.  She was dressed as a high priestess, with a sexy leather one piece, high heeled boots, a flowing cape and magnificent head dress. She placed a leather studded collar on the Alter and a chained lead with a black leather handle. Then she addressed the crowd and announced this was a special occasion for Miss Crystelle and Tomas. They were to be bound in love, trust and understanding of each other’s needs. She unravelled the scroll, the creed that both were to affirm to and then she read out the written agreement.
Both the Domme and Submissive gave solemn promise to their creed and the contract for which they both agreed.  They spoke clearly in their vows to each other and with sincere meaning.

Crystelle’s voice then rang out,   “By giving this collar I agree, to love, cherish, protect, pleasure and punish you for any disobediences. You will belong to me Tomas.”

Janine then gave instruction for Tomas to speak. “By accepting this collar I agree to love, honour, obey, cherish and pleasure My Mistress Crystelle. I am yours.”

Brandy and many of the guests were deeply moved by the depth of their feelings to each other and were amazed as it was not all that dissimilar to couples getting married in a church.

Janine then passed the collar to Crystelle and she placed it around his neck as he knelt before her, his Mistress, neck outstretched.  Then she was given the lead to latch on to him. 

When this was completed, they turned to the guests.  Both looked happy and radiant.
It was a poignant moment.

Brandy leaned in to Titus, with tears of joy for her friends, Mistress and Submissive. She was glad of Titus’s strength and his nearness suddenly.  “Isn’t that beautiful?” She whispered to him.  He smiled at her and then flicked on the switch of the remote control in his pocket.

She felt the vibrations of the egg inside and her eyes widened as she bit her lip. “Not here, not now,” she begged but all he did was smile at her.

Everyone then broke out into spontaneous applause as Crystelle lead her collared submissive around the room on his knees for everyone to offer their congratulations.

The Bar was reopened and guests were served once more. The quartet began to play more music.
Brandy’s eyes glazed a little as her pussy hummed and flooded.

Jake and Safira were also moved and honoured at seeing such a collaring ceremony. They had never witnessed anything like it before. As the ceremony ended, Jake however, was eager to take the opportunity to take Safira to Brandy’s dungeon. At an appropriate interval, he grabbed Safira’s hand and they crept slowly to the exit leading to the dungeons. Then slipped through and made their exit unnoticed.

Safira’s heart rate beat fast with excitement as Jake lead her to Brandy’s harem. He held her hand and walked with a determination, she hadn’t seen often. Jake was confident, took control and was a little arrogant. The female goddess in her was doing back flips in appreciation. The guy was so hot!

Jake opened the door and motioned for Safira to enter “After you my love.” Shutting the door, Jake removed his jacket and placed it on the wall hook.

They entered the room. It was so beautiful and had obviously been decorated with sex and lust in mind, catering for both the sensual and naughty play.

They were alone now. Safira’s excitement level rose, wondering what he intended to do, especially when he took his jacket off.

They sat on the bed. Jake removed their eye masks and looked Safira in the eye “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

She nodded and leaned in to kiss him “Just not too rough ok?” Jake nodded in agreement. She trusted him completely.

His demeanour changed in a heartbeat as he took on the role of a Dominant, a pure alpha male.

He spoke with a firm tone in his voice, “From this moment, you will address me as Sir”

Safira held back a laugh as she looked at him.

His eyes widened, “Stand up.”

She obeyed him.

“Remove your dress.”

She obeyed him.

She saw immediately he was pleased with her attire. His anniversary surprise.  She had on a very sexy black lacy basque, sheer in places, barely hiding what lay beneath. Ties and bows held the modesty of her breasts in place and pushed them up a little for an impressive cleavage. The material next to her skin not only looked sexy but felt very sensuous and clung to her rib cage and tummy. The matching tanga briefs, with ties at the sides, and stockings and suspenders finished the sexy look, of a woman who very much wanted to tease and titillate her man.

The gleam in his eye caused her body to respond and desire began to unfurl and spread. She felt her breasts tingle and peak and the warmth flushed in between her legs.

Jake took his time looking her over and then spoke again,  “Now come here. Lean over my lap.”

She obeyed him.

“Pull your panties down!”

She obeyed him.

She bent over his knee and then took her panties down to her knees, presenting him with her bared bottom. Her desire rose to an even higher scale.
Jake wound up and gave her a good smack on her bottom.

“OUCH! Easy Jay” Safira exclaimed.

He smacked her ass again, “Hey! That smarts!”

The first stinging slap was shocking and yet surprisingly, she was sexually stimulated by it. She gasped at the shock.

Jake smacked her again “Address me properly,” he stated calmly.”

She remembered and said obediently, “Yes sir.”

The second and third smacks on her bottom, showed Jake was demanding her obedience and she acquiesced and called him Sir, which now seemed fitting somehow. He was her Master here and she was his submissive partner.

He leaned in and begin to lick up the beads of water, snogging her belly with icy lips and tongue. Her whimpers turned to moans of pleasure. He showered her breasts with butterfly kisses and quickened flicks of his tongue, then gently nibbled on her erect nipples.

She felt Jake’s kisses on her body, but not warm as expected, it was cold so cold. She writhed again, wanting his kisses but wanting the hot mouth she was used too. Just as his mouth seemed to be rising in temperature, he stopped and she groaned again in frustration. The waiting was intense.
Jake had decided it was time to finish her off.

He stood up and grabbed a pillow and lifted Safira’s ass upwards and placed it underneath, her charms were on display for his pleasure. She felt him raise her up and in her imagination, pictured her pussy on offer to him. It turned her on so much.

He grabbed the toys and lay between her legs, He took in her unique scent as he snogged her thighs. His long licks went down one leg then up the other. He moved to her enflamed sex, spreading her labia and his tongue eventually found her hard, swollen clitoris.

“Oh, she is so very wet,” He was pleased to discover. Her juices trickled down her undercarriage.

His lips that kissed her so very intimately made Safira groan and smile.

“At last!” She thought, finding delightful pleasure in his mouth.

As his tongue explored her furrow and labia, she pushed her wet sex into his face and felt him move to her clitoris. She flooded with the pleasurable sensations and ground into him.

Safira sighed in passion as he slipped one, then two fingers into her wet opening bending them slightly. He probed and pushed upward on her upper wall and found her sweet G spot very quickly. 

She ground more, fucking those fabulous fingers.

After a few moments of massaging her, he backed off again. He wanted to prolong this as long as he could.
When he stopped, she moaned in protest. She was frustrated. She whimpered and pulled on her restraints.
He picked up the small vibrator. Clicked it on high, and wet it with a squirt of lube.

Kneeling, he placed a hand on Stone’s belly and then pushed the vibrator against her anal bud.
Safira gasped in deep, jerky breaths. With gentle pressure, he inserted it into her anal cavity.

Safira felt the heavy warmth of his hand on her belly, pushing down, then something cold and wet prodding her anal star before being pushed deep inside her. It was vibrating and very, very pleasant. The vibrations resonated throughout her body, stimulating her and building her passion. He was driving her wild. Crazy with a want and a need of pure animal, primitive lust!

Safira began to shudder and he reached for the Rampant Rabbit. He reviewed the controls, “Ok this controls the beads, this one for the tip, and this one the ears. High, medium and low,” He mused wickedly. “This was going to be interesting.”

Safira awaited in anticipation, lying there in her blind and deaf world, spread eagled on the bed, waiting for her lover, totally in his control. Just the thought of him staring at her naked body, maybe masturbating over her caused her body to tingle and become sexually alert.  The low hum of the vibrations of the anal toy in her precious passageway just served to heighten her already enflamed sex. She knew she was whimpering a little.

Jake turned the Rabbit vibrator tip to low. Jake began to tease Safira and placed the vibrator tip just below her clitoris. He spread her wet lips with two fingers and then slowly inserted the Rabbit into her clenching vagina. Slowly, he pushed inch by inch and the vibrator sank into her body.

Safira felt movement between her legs and started a little at something prodding her vagina and tensed. She felt him begin to insert another toy and she relaxed at the pleasant feeling there.  And then she knew, as the rabbit ears surround her clitoris.

“Oh My God – it’s a Rampant rabbit!” 

He turned the beads on to medium as he pushed it in to the hilt. Safira let out a low deep moan and rocked her hips a little. He clicked on the ears and vibrated on low setting. They rested on either side of her clitoris.

As he turned the vibrations up, she knew then, he wanted her to orgasm for him as he watched. The thought thrilled her.

“As if I could even begin to try and stop myself.” Safira thought, knowing from past experience the self-pleasures of such a vibrator.

That vibrator was only made for one thing and the Rabbit’s Inventor was truly inspired when he came up with the concept and realised it in to every woman’s dream.

Safira’s face said it all, her face contorted with pleasure, as she bit her lower lip and moved her head from side to side pulling on her wrist restraints. He clicked the tip to a medium setting. The effect was almost instant as Safira’s breathing became excited gasps.

He smiled and wondered, “What’s going on in her dark, quiet world.”

With both of her lower openings filled and on four different vibrations, her remaining senses were working overtime. She was lost and focused on the erotic stimulation overload.

Watching Safira, Jake’s cock began to harden again. She looked amazing, writhing on the bed in her sexual pleasure. Jake’s fingers were still wet with lube and Safira’s own juices and he started to wank and stroke his cock to full erection again.

He clicked the ears on medium and let Safira go into pre climax mode. Her nipples strained and erect, her face blushed and spread slowly down her body. Jake sensed she was close to sexual fulfilment.

As soon as he upped the tempo of the vibrations, and her mind realised his intensions, Safira’s body took over. She was building and reaching the sexual heights, as God had intended.

Her breasts ached for his touch, swelling and peaks hardening. Her body broke out in a film of sweat. Her pussy flooded over and over with its natural lubrication covering and drowning the toy inside her. She leaked down her perineum to the smaller vibrator and   then trickled onto the pillow mount causing a damp patch to form.

She writhed and bucked, groaning for her lover to touch her, needing and wanting him to touch and cover her. She saw him in her mind, taking her body, over and over, slaking his lust on her willing body. Their naked bodies joined and fucking hard.

Jake clicked the ears on the high setting. A low moan, almost scream like left her lips between her gasps and grew louder and louder as she stiffened and jerked. What happened next was incredible to Jake. Safira exploded and had a massive orgasm.

She reached her height and toppled over that sexually exciting cliff into the swirling waves of sexual fulfilment.

Screaming her pleasure as her body fitted in excited exultation. Gigantic waves of pleasure engulfed her as her mouth dried and her pussy creamed in orgasm. She quaked and pulled on her restraints as waves of pleasure crashed over her one after another. Her body bucked and shuddered as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She thrashed until at last the waves subsided and her gasping breaths slowed.  The spasms, slowly subsided and Safira grew still, save for her deep, uneven breaths.

Her body was so sensitive, the vibrators were almost painful still inside her. She begged Jake to remove them. 

“Take them out,” she spoke meekly, as the sensitivity of her pussy, post orgasm, intensified.

She sighed with relief as he did so.  A feeling of tiredness washed over her and her body was a dead weight in the aftermath of all his teasing.

The small slender vibrator came out of her ass with ease, but Safira had a death grip on the rabbit with her pussy muscles clenching the shaft. Jake pushed it forward a bit inside her, then pulled it back and she let go with a wince and went limp, breathing deeply.

Jake gave her a few minutes of respite then undid her restraints and turned her over on her tummy with a pillow pushing her ass in the air in readiness for him. This was his moment to greedily enjoy her and his excitement intensified as he thought of taking her delectable body.

Safira felt him turn her over and position her ready for his claiming and taking. She smiled in happiness at the thought of him pleasuring himself now.  Nothing could make her happier after his successful teasing, catapulting her into sexual oblivion.

Leaving her legs free, Jake bound her hands again to the bed posts, giving her just enough movement so that she was comfortable.

He knelt behind Safira and unable to resist her any longer, he buried his tongue into her pussy, then lewdly licked both openings.  He lapped and tasted her orgasmic juices, tantalising his tongue and primal senses. Safira moaned as her sensitive pussy was eaten by her man.

He took hold of his rock, hard cock, pushing roughly into Safira’s wet sex. He slid in deep and then stopped, relishing the feeling of her warm, tight and wet pussy around him.

Safira knew, he was not going to be gentle. By his rough, determined demeanour, he had fucking foremost in his mind. Safira’s inner Goddess did cartwheels of pure joy as Jake would take his pleasure now with her sated body. In this moment, she was his whore.

Jake began to thrust slowly at first, entering her and pushing in, to the base of his throbbing shaft. He enjoyed the sensation of the deep penetration. Then he allowed his greed to take over. He was in total lust mode. He began to fuck and grind against Safira. Picking up the pace, he banged hard into her, moving the bed with his ardour.

As he fucked her, his thumb rimed her ass rosette, in quick little circles. He moved in closer, hands around Safira’s slender waist pulling her closer to him as he ground into her. Jake bent forward and licked, nibbled and kissed her neck as his passion built. He picked up the pace and Safira sighed and groaned, totally submissive to his lust.

This was so different and intense to their norm. Jake’s mind raced as he took Safira hard and fast. So far gone, he let his body win and his climax build.

Jake closed his eyes, found his groove and fucked hard to the point of no return. He waited till the last second and then pulled out of her hot body. He placed his cock on Safira’s butt cheeks and let loose with thick ropy streams of semen. He squeezed out every drop then rubbed his cock in the warm cum as aftershocks rippled through him.

He crumpled in a heap on top of Safira and kissed her neck, then turned her head to kiss her deeply. She gave him a sweet smile and murmured his name.

“Just let me lie here a sec my love,” she said quietly, and lay her head down, sighing and catching her breath.

Jake rolled off Safira and lay beside her, happy and sated. The sounds of reality began to seep back into his hearing. The music and chatter of the party outside the door filtered along the corridors and through his haze and faintly filled the room.

Then he saw the door of the harem begin to open…

Kade pushed the lassoed submissive’s head towards the nether regions of the other to lick and suck her more soundly for Him. The sight was hard core and the crowd were spellbound. Denver moaned as she was licked thoroughly by the newcomer.

They watched the submissive in her torn dress, lick and suck Denver. Denver writhed and moaned in ecstasy. Kade lifted the dress of the lassoed submissive, her arms still trapped by her sides and bent over double. He ripped her panties off. The guests could see her shaved pussy as he parted her legs and drove his fingers into her. He worked in two, then three and four fingers until eventually his whole fist was inside her pussy. He fisted her as he held her head in Denver’s pussy, talking softly to them both of what he was going to and to deny their climaxes until he allowed them to release.

Brandy leaned into Titus at the performance in front of them. She had never, like several in the room, witnessed such a powerful scene before between Master and Submissives. 

Some guests shivered at the display as not all practiced this kink but had attended to support their friends in the importance of their collaring ceremony. They were also of course interested in some of the art practiced and were there to seize on the opportunity of seeing such a private world. A wave of undetermined emotions washed over the crowd at each act performed in front of them.
Some watched open mouthed, unsure whether to be shocked or appealed. But all were without fail secretly thrilled by the open lust of the performance.

Brandy fought to control her libido at the sexual images in front of her. The teasing egg was driving her crazy, provoking erotic images in her mind’s eye. Little moans intermittently escaped her lips and she couldn’t help but rub up against Titus. She fought for control, wanting to just let go, so much.

The crowd was silent for most of the performance, stunned and also respectful by what they were witnessing.

Titus felt Brandy freeze against him, her hand put to her mouth at some points, her breath held in at the peak of her tension. She searched and found a steady anchor to cling to, pushing into him and clinging to the arm around her waist. Titus let the scene of each performance feed the awakening inside him. With every second that passed, the smouldering cinders buried deep inside, come more alive, claiming room for the slowly growing and licking flames. With every second he felt the grip on himself slide, slip away from his control, knowing the awakening was too strong to be stopped now.

He was also aware of the sexual heat from Brandy and upped the vibrating egg to a higher notch. He watched as she fought to control her urges. He liked that she was writhing against him, and he moved his hand to her buttocks and began to fondle her obscenely.

The shockwaves of the play between master and submissives rushed through the crowd in the Hall, the Dominant Kade looked almost triumphant as he used both his submissives for his pleasure. He moved round their bodies and removed Denver’s butt plug.
He fucked their mouths, their pussies and their anuses. Each time stopping before he and they tipped over into satisfaction. He owned their bodies.

The women moaned at his teasing and were almost begging for his degrading treatment and humiliation. There was no doubt that both of them were his sex toys on that Alter.

Then, with the room still buzzing from the hard core sex performance, the “show” ended as the Dominant Kade allowed and bought the girls to moaning orgasms and he sprayed his own seed over them both, scenting and marking them as his.

His expertise kept the orgasms of the girls rolling and rolling, until they slumped exhausted from his demands on the Alter. Only he was standing, big, powerful and proud.

The crowd applauded him and the two submissives for a stunning, gripping and enthralling performance. He stood triumphant and acknowledged the guests. Then left the room to change, leaving other submissives to tend and help his exhausted toys. They were left as they were, lying, breathing hard, trembling and sated on the Altar.

The exhausted submissives were carried to a recovery dungeon till their services were required again.

The buffet was announced open and drinks and food served by servants of The Ice House. The string quartet live band began to play soothing music and guests were invited to try out some of the contraptions with demonstrative submissives to cater to their needs and desires, especially after experiencing such visual stimulation.

Titus leaned in to Brandy, finding her ear with his lips and whispered, letting the rumble of his dark voice tremor in her soft outer shell.

“Show me your dungeon.”

Brandy’s bright green eyes were wide as she looked into his. They held a smouldering shimmer of desire. She nodded at his command and took his hand and guided him through the guests him to her harem lair.

She knew he too had that air of Master and shivers of excitement ratcheted through her already aroused body. The anticipation and attraction was growing by the minute. Her sexual tension, already teased by the buzzing egg rose by even more notches.
They arrived at her dungeon and she opened the door of her harem dungeon and let Titus step inside first.
 
As soon as Titus entered the room, he saw the chair that had now been bought to her room. The chair!

“It’s wrong.” Titus thought.

The chair he had built so long ago, the chair that was stored at the bar after his sudden departure. The chair that was so tightly connected with the man that was now awakened inside him and fiddling with the lock to his controls. The chair. It was in the wrong place.

Brandy saw immediately they were not alone as she followed Titus through the door.  Through the sheer white net drape surrounding the four poster bed at the far end of the room, she could see Safira tied naked to the bed face down.

Jake, also naked was just dismounting her hind quarters. She was unmoving and sexually exhausted by what had gone on before. He looked sated and yet authoritive, as he lay down beside her. He had heard Titus and Brandy enter and pulled the curtain aside to let them know, they were there.  He looked at Brandy and she smiled and nodded at him, silently giving them permission to remain in her harem room. 

He looked at Titus to confirm her consent. An unspoken alpha male understanding seemed to pass between them and Titus nodded, looking at Safira through the thin wispy curtain, bound there with her bottom still in the air. The image portrayed by the curtain caused a mystical effect with stunning sexual beauty.

Satisfied Jake settled back on the bed to recuperate and the wispy drape fell back in to place. He watched the couple through the sheer net curtain with interest. The net curtain gave him the same mystical effect of the vision of them.

Titus’s attention was then drawn to the chair.

“Don’t wrinkle them.”

The heedless command was cast as he removed his eye mask, took off his jacket, untied his bow and unbuttoned his shirt and waistcoat. Each piece of clothing was handed backwards while he kept his eyes fixed on the chair.  Brandy’s hands moved automated, accepting his clothes, befogged with his sudden actions. She placed the jacket next to Jake’s as he focused on the chair, lost in a past world.

Bare-chested Titus walked up to the chair, walking around it first, looking at it, caressing it with his eyes, before placing his hands underneath the bar at the top of the frame. With a deep grunt he flexed every muscle in his legs, back and shoulders and lifted the 200 lbs. chair off the floor. He turned and took two steps. Then, with flickered biceps, he placed the chair back down on the floor, perfectly centred in the room.

Titus took a few steps back, mesmerised, recognising every vein in the wood, feeling them on his fingertips, as if he was checking for any flaws in his sanding again. Slowly he walked around the chair while he muttered soft words of affection.

“You need some care. It’s as if you’ve been kept in a cold, damp basement. But I will look after you. Just some nourishing oil rubbed into your veins with a soft cloth. A good lubrication of your wheels and rails. And a guest. Yes, a guest.”

Titus stepped in closer and grabbed the triangular shaped frame at the top, folding his fingers around the bar that connected the two parts together. Built like a swing, two wooden triangular shaped frames were held together at the top, cradling a kneeling seat suspended from the top bar, the wheels at the bottom set in a rail at either inside of the frame. The rails curved, slanting upwards to the lower edge of the triangle, a beam at both ends to stop the seat from rocking too hard and slipping from the frame. The seat itself was covered with red, smooth leather and offered two supports for the knees and calves, a gap between them ensuring spread legs. Thighs rest against an upright board that curved into a horizontal surface that partly supports the torso, leaving the breasts of the guest hanging free. From that upright board, protruded a handlebar with two handles, carved from wood, sanded to a smooth shine, shaped to offer maximum grip for needy hands.

Slowly Titus knelt down at the front, unlocked the brake that kept the seat in its place and gave it a little push. Frictionless the chair started to swing back and forth, not a noise sounded from the wheels as they glided through the rails.

A smile curved his mouth upwards, the quality and effort of the work put in, still showed its worth after such a long time. Then he slowly rose again, letting his hands slide slowly over the soft, smooth wood, as if he was caressing the body of a woman, affectionately, lovingly. Each slight hint of a vein in the wood, pushed him further, letting the other dark side, take over more room in him. It grew starker, took possession of his body and mind.

Directed by muscle memory, his fingertips found the three hidden pins on the inside of the decorative lining. He pressed them in the right order, the soft click of a lock opening was his reward. Titus leaned forward, opened the hidden panel and looked inside. He grinned. Everything was still in there, just as he had left it that last day he saw the chair. His chair.

A shiver ran down his spine, cascaded down his legs and disappeared through the floor from his body. With it, the last remnants of him disappeared, dissolved in the energy of the earth beneath them. Locking the secret panel with a soft click, he raised himself, straightened his back and slowly turned towards Brandy, who was still standing in her spot watching him inspect the chair.

With a gleam in his eyes, Titus searched for hers and locked them in as soon as they crossed paths. Without a word exchanged, Titus saw the recognition in her eyes, the acceptance of his command and new aura, her body leaning forward as she started to move towards him.

“Stop.”

With a jerk she stopped, then stepped towards him when he nodded again. Nervousness and excitement tangled with the change in atmosphere. The air in the harem room almost crackled with tension. Slowly and hesitantly she walked towards Titus, her steps were slightly unsteady. She locked her eyes with his, unable to tear them away from his compelling look. As she closed in, she slid her fingers into his opened and extended hand and let herself be guided to the centre of the room, next to the chair and underneath a bright spot light. 

She was very sexually aroused.

Titus stepped away from her arm, circled around her until he faced her again, her eyes locked in his, her mouth half opened, her breath quick and shallow. He saw her hands squeeze, her fingers twitch as she tried to keep herself calm. As he let his eyes glide over her body, he detected the signs of her answer. A soft turn of her hips showed him a glimmering sheen of her juices on her inner thighs, her nipples grown hard, at full peak, her eyes sparkled with held back desire, just waiting for that moment to be released. The right word, the right kiss, the right look, the key to that moment.

“Accept my terms or send me off.” He demanded.

Titus saw her clenched fists, her panting breaths and surely her racing heart and heaving breasts. She saw it in his eyes, “He knows, he knows my struggle”

“Accept my terms or send me off.” His words echoed in her head with authority.

“As if!” Brandy’s mind screamed.

The vibrations from the egg was causing her body to scream for release.

She found her voice, “I… Accept…” Brandy conceded breathlessly, already under his hypnotic spell of want.

Her voice trembled, her eyes glazed over as she answered him. He saw her pull her last bit of willpower together to keep standing as the vibrations of the egg pulsed through her frame, sending shockwaves of pleasure into every muscle and vein in her body.

Slowly he started to fade the vibrations of the egg until it was barely trembling inside of her, then stepped in and hooked his fingers in her panties. With one fluent, but slow pull, they were at her ankles and he held her steady by her hips as she stepped out of them.

As he pulled her panties down, it was sensual and erotic and Brandy’s libido rose again as his face was so close to her feminine centre. More feminine juices gushed to her inner thighs and coated her flushed and pink labia.

With Titus’s face at the height of her pelvis, her feminine scent wafted to his nose, overwhelmed his nostrils and fuelled the fire of lust inside of him. Clenching his teeth, Titus controlled his urges and moved back up, standing straight in front of Brandy.

Without a word, Titus took her hand and guided her to the front of the chair. Answering the question in her eyes with a short nod, he helped her kneel down on the red, padded leather and folded her fingers around the handlebars. He slowly removed her eye mask. Caressing her skin, he brushed his fingertips over her arm. He traced them upwards to her shoulders, centred at her spine and then slowly dragged them down to her buttocks. Lingering there for a moment, he resumed the travel down until he was on one knee between her spread legs.

When he looked up, he saw the lips of her sex, coated with her natural nectar, half opened in excitement, the little cord dangled down to the receiver clipped on her stocking. He brought his face closer and took in her scent deep, letting her feel how near he was without touching her.
Brandy felt him bend down behind her so close to her heated core. Brandy’s body was so sexually aroused by his stimulating words, the teasing egg and his light caresses. Her body ached and screamed for release and fulfilment.  A release he could give her and she pushed back to his face, greedily wanting and needing that intimate kiss.

As she pushed her hips back in instinct, he withdrew and prevented her touching him, quickly raising his hand and let it land on her bottom with a loud slap. He saw her skin flash up red at the unexpected spank, before it faded back to its own colour.

“Initiative is not wanted Brandy.” He admonished.

She felt the sudden and unexpected shock of a stinging smack on her bare bottom and his words. Her body jolted forward as the sting rushed through her body and a muffled yelp sounded from her lips. Her body softened with the quick slap and he felt her settle in her part of these events, accepting the terms she had agreed to fully. She relaxed against the seat and let him tie her ankles to the seat, her thighs to the upright part of the seat and her waist to the supporting rest just below her breasts. Restrained in a type of all fours position, she was unable to move as he slid his hands along the inside of her legs, following the soft nylon of her stockings, then he slid over the border and nearing her heated centre.

Brandy struggled to gain composure and control again as he continued to strap her in, caressing her lightly and positioning the chair to his liking.

He placed his hand over her sex and felt her shiver, her natural nectar flowed free, coating his hand with her desire as soon as he touched her so intimately. She inhaled sharply as he pressed his hand against her sex and felt her lips open and wetness flood against his palm radiating the heat from her tunnel all over his hand. Then he slid his hands over her buttocks, along her sides and over her arms to her wrists. He stepped in between her legs and pressed his crotch against her firm buttock globes. He leant his weight against her, letting her feel the hardness of his desire as he tied her wrists to the handle bar, leaving her fingers free to move, grip or sign.

Tied to the seat, captured. Her body leaned against the red leather, her breathing slowing down slightly, her eyes fixed to the floor as she leant her head forward. Slowly Titus stepped away from between her legs, dragging his fingers over her body. He stretched his hand and found the brake that kept the seat in its idle position and gave the seat a push. Her body started to rock back and forth. He walked around the chair. He felt her eyes following him as soon as he stepped into her view. He stepped back until he was in the glow of the spot light. Then slowly, he started to open the buckle of his belt. He slid it from the loops, folded it in two and cracked it in the air, seeing a mask of fear form over her face.

When Brandy heard him crack his belt, she feared the worst, but then saw him place it with his other clothes. Relief washed over her.

With his face still straight, just the sparkle in his eyes betraying his want, he carefully hung the belt on a dresser, then stepped out of his shoes and neatly placed them side by side at the foot of it. Then he started to unbutton his trousers, watching Brandy’s eyes fixate on his body, her tongue slipped out to lick her lips. He took the remote from his pocket and kept it in his hand while he slowly pulled his trousers down his legs, his tight boxer briefs stretched around his hard member. He folded them neatly in two before added them to the dresser. Then he stepped in closer, Brandy’s face at almost the same height as his boxers and slowly started to pull them down.

He stripped naked, save for his boxer briefs,  in front of Brandy and she saw his bulging erection. He brought the chair closer and her mouth was level with his shaft. She could smell his arousal and she opened her mouth slightly, biting her lower lip. She wanted to taste him badly.

The glistening head of his shaft appeared first, then followed by the veined skin, tightly stretched on his throbbing member. Again Brandy licked her lips and he saw the interested flicker in her eyes. The swing of the seat brought her close to his member, then took her away again in a hypnotic motion. He let his boxers slide from his hips and stood close to her face, naked and aroused. Then he stretched his arms, placed his hands on Brandy’s and brought the seat to a slow halt. He moved in closer, catching Brandy’s eyes and keeping them locked in with his. Her mouth was at the same height as his shaft, just a tantalising inch away from her lips. He saw her part her mouth slowly. Her tongue slid out and licked her lips, preparing for what she knew would soon come.

Brandy was bound in the chair naked, helpless and displayed for Titus. She was completely vulnerable to his whims. She was unsure what this chair was capable of doing but this was what Titus wanted, total control and power over her and her curvaceous body. He was no doubt feeding on her uncertainty, building on the anticipation and taking full advantage of her excited sexual state and willingness to please and be pleased. Brandy suddenly thought and realised she was indeed Titus’s sex toy and at his mercy.

The control was his and the egg felt heavy inside her vagina. It just served to tease and tantalise her senses even more in her strapped position. She throbbed and panted slightly with heightened sexual desire.

Her heart beat in nervous excitement and she felt the chair slide quickly forwards. For a moment, she lost her equilibrium. It brought her mouth closer to his cock, which was perfectly placed for insertion.

Moving the chair closer and closer, and thus Brandy, to his engorged member, Titus saw the glaze of lust and desire in her eyes, her lips half opened, ready to fold them around his glistening tip. Without showing any expression in his eyes, he suddenly pulled on the chair.

As her lips touched his shaft, he pushed the full length of his excited cock into her mouth.  Shockingly, her mouth was filled to the hilt with his erect member. Her eyes widened with the sudden thrust, then closed as she collapsed her cheeks around his member and sucked on it hard as he let it rest in her mouth.

She recovered quickly from the shock, sucked on it hungrily. Her tongue explored the length of his shaft and crown. The seeping precum teased her taste buds but her limited movements prevented her from mouth fucking his cock. She closed her eyes to concentrate and focused on sucking and grazed her teeth on him, gently massaging him.

He gritted his teeth as he suppressed the grunt that sprung up from his loins and worked its way upwards and then deeply exhaled it into the room. Her eagerness and twitches in her lower body fed the lust within him.

The power was now a raging fire inside him. The view was arousing. Brandy’s luscious body kneeling down and trapped, her lips wrapped around his shaft, her back stretched and her buttocks round and tight as she arched her back in her attempt to fit him all in her mouth.

Titus liked what he saw. He moved and was just as sudden and quick as he pushed her back again in the chair. Suddenly his cock was whipped out of her mouth. The chair’s unexpected backwards movement caused her equilibrium to unbalance once more. Her mind took a moment to adjust to the unexpected movements. Titus held his erection, rubbed the tip of his dick on her lips and she lapped at the moisture. A mingle of his delicious precum and her saliva.

He watched her tongue slide out to collect the moisture and enjoyed her licks. Then he stepped away, disregarding the pleading look in her eyes and walked to the back of the chair. He looked down on her strapped body and her buttocks just an arm’s length away. Her neatly tucked-in sex was damp and moist. The droplets of her desire were caught in the beams of light in the room.

Titus noticed the net drapes around the four poster King’s size bed move and a pair of eyes looking through the sheer fabric, just the glisten of the retinas betraying the presence of Jake and Safira.

Noted but ignored.

Titus stepped behind Brandy and placed his hands on her hips, slowly letting them wander over her back and buttocks, from her neck to her tailbone. He caressed her soft skin while she rested against the dildo. Her body, like his was covered with a sheen of sweat and his fingers slid over her back easily, as if he was touching living satin.

Brandy moaned, turned her head to see what Titus was doing, but the angle was too much for her to see. As his hands found her hips again, he pushed her forward, sliding her off the wooden shaft, then let her fall back again. He watched how the wooden shaft was buried deep inside her. Her buttocks bumped into the beam that held the toy attachment.

He moved the chair and she knew he was watching the wooden dildo fuck her. The butterflies in her tummy returned. The anticipation of his next move made her nervous.

He pushed her forward again, but as he saw her body tense with the anticipation of being penetrated again, he locked the brake and unscrewed the wooden shaft.  He saw it was wet, coated with her nectar and the sweet scent overpowered his male senses.

He knelt behind her, unlocked the brake and let her hind quarters fall against his face, feeling her labia part around his tongue. Her juices spread over his cheeks and chin as her wetness blanketed his face.

She felt him fiddle with the chair and then she moved back again. Her used pussy hit him squarely in the face. His tongue and nose tasting, breathing her in and kissing her and she moaned in ecstasy. 

Eagerly he started to lap the flow of nectar drizzling from her opened lips and devoured her taste, marking himself with her scent. Her juices fed him, empowered him and poked at the cinders to a blazing fire again, making his lust take over control for a few seconds.

Following the call of his body, directed by instinct and the strong will inside him, he push himself up, stepped in between Brandy’s thighs and pushed his throbbing shaft into her tight channel without hesitation or remorse. Stretched by the wooden shaft, wet with her own juices, her channel offered him an effortless slide inside, tight enough to squeeze down on him, open enough to let him thrust in until his pelvis bounced off her buttocks.

He had wanted to fuck Brandy for a long time, but never in his wildest dreams did he think the moment would present itself like this and be as intense or exquisite. It would be imprinted in his mind forever.

A deep grunt escaped his clenched lips as he made her his woman in a single, fluent push, filling her insides with his erection.
And he fucked her.

His penis entered her vagina in strong hard thrusts and Brandy breathed a sigh of relief, “At last.”

A slapping noise emerged from their bodies as they crashed into each other. The force of his bucking hips sent the chair forward, sliding her off his member as soon as he hit her cervix.

Gravity pulled her back, helped by the jerk of his hands on her hips and he impaled her again on his throbbing desire. He took her hard, forceful, directed and controlled. Even in his heated state, the firm grip of his other side kept him in control, delivering measured thrusts to Brandy’s helpless frame.

One more time he pulled her to him, then kept her tightly pressed against his pelvis while his one hand reached for the egg that was still in the hidden compartment of the chair.

When he stopped, Brandy’s mind screamed, “Noooooo!” His male rod just rested in her channel, teasing her.

With the little egg in his fingers, he collected her juices from her slick lips and spread her buttocks with his free hand. Her little, textured star appeared and was quickly lathered with her dew.

Her tight muscle rubbed and rimmed until he felt it relax and his finger slipped in. Slowly he let it sink inside her, curled it inwards until he felt his own shaft through her inner walls. He then slowly, circled, massaged her passage and pulled it back out of her.
She felt him explore her anal opening, intimate, pushing and rimming her with those expert fingers.

Again he collected her juices from her lips, the flow of her nectar constant in her excited state. He ensured the egg was completely coated with her feminine dew. Then he pushed the egg against her tight opening, watching as it slipped through the narrow circle and disappeared inside her tight channel. The little cord slid in a little as well. He took the remote in his hand and turned on the vibrations.

Brandy felt something cooler, it teased her pussy and anal opening. She lubricated it with her natural female juices and she felt him push it inside her bottom. It nestled there and then began to vibrate.

”Oh my God, It’s the EGG!” Her mind and body recognised the sensations from the vaginal teasing throughout the night!

Her moans became screams of pleasure, her body spasming as the tremors rippled through her inner walls. The intensity was so high he could feel them around his shaft buried deep inside of her.

Brandy was crazy and wild with desire, she whimpered and moaned. It may be too much! She may not be able to obey his command about cumming!

Titus grabbed her hips, pushed her off and let her fall back on his member, taking her deep and strong. Then he started to increase the speed of the rocking of the chair. He pulled her back at him hard when the chair reached its highest and furthest point, then bounced into his body. He pushed into her with all his strength. The force of the thrust bounced her off him and sent the chair back to its highest point, after which she was pulled back onto his shaft again.

The reins on Titus’s control were slipping, the intensity of their fucking too much to withstand and he felt himself slip away in a wild frenzy, bucking into Brandy like a caveman.

He fucked her greedily, hard and fast over and over. Her body was quite simply a vessel for his dominant lust.

He felt the tension build in Brandy’s body as he started to fuck her forcefully, pushing the chair away with his hips as their genitals collided and crashed into each other. The swing of the chair stopped, gravity bringing her back to him, pushing her down on his shaft, guided by his hands holding her hips and pulling her to him.

Titus banged into her body again and again in his unbridled lust. Each hard thrust bounced off her cervix as he impaled her. She moaned as her passion built and she broke out in an overheated sweat, trying to control the primitive lust that wanted and needed to overspill. Each contact, teased and tantalised as her breasts bounced and swollen clitoris, so sensitive it wanted to send her body into spiralling spasms.

Each pull forced the full length of his shaft to enter her tight sheath, his balls would swing up and hit her throbbing clit. Each thrust into her made her breasts jiggle and sway as they hung free. Each thrust brought her closer to the inevitable climax that he forbade her to have before he allowed her to.

He knew she wouldn’t hold out for much longer and suddenly he stopped. The chair just moved back to him and his member pushed all the way into her heated core, her buttocks pressing against his stomach as he held her to him.

When he stopped Brandy panted on full blown alert at his stilled, full penile insertion. Her body throbbed and pulsated around him, heightened by the knowledge that both men, Titus and Jake were watching her body with interest on full blown heat.

“You can’t cum yet.” 

Chapter 3

Resting on an elbow, Jake watched Brandy and Titus enter the harem. He made their presence known by opening the net curtain around the bed. Brandy gave him a nod as did Titus and let the curtain fall back in to place.
“This should be interesting,” Jake mused. Safira was still recovering, still blind and deaf and was clueless of the other couple having entered.

Jake watched with wicked interest as Titus set up his chair and watched Brandy undress. Normally, he was not a voyeur, but the Ice House party and his encounter with Safira had put him in a different frame of mind. Jake listened to Titus as he laid out his terms. He was impressed, “Wow, unlike myself an hour ago, this guy had a definite plan in mind.”

Unable to look away, he watched and leered at Brandy’s nudity and was fascinated as she was tied to Titus’s machine.  Titus teased Brandy with a taste of his cock and began to spank her. Then after getting a taste of Brandy’s pussy returned to her mouth for some great cock sucking.

Engrossed in the hot steamy action going on across the room, Jake began to feel that spark again in his loins. He glanced at Safira, her head against a pillow, a smile on her face. Thinking she might want to see this, he leant over and removed her head phones then removed the ear plugs.

“Baby,” he whispered, “We’re not alone.”

“Hmm?” She whispered back.

”Brandy and Titus are here.” He removed her blindfold. Safira squinted even though the light in the harem was low.

Her eyes adjusted to the light, then widened at the sight beyond the curtains.

“Oh My God,” she mouthed silently to Jake.

“They know we’re here,” Jake whispered.

Safira was still loosely bound by the restraints but could roll over on her side to get a better view of Titus’s sex machine in action.

No denying it, Jake was getting turned on watching the couple. He sat up against the bed post and his left hand began to stroke Safira’s firm ass and thigh. His right hand found his cock already getting hard. Jake began to absently stroke himself up to full erection again.

Jake slipped back into his dominant character persona. His mind began to race again with wicked thoughts and ideas as Titus fucked Brandy hard and fast. Titus began a countdown with Brandy, the meaning was clearly evident. When he reached five, Brandy’s orgasm was massive with Titus climaxing at the same time.

It was amazing to watch.

“Safira,” Jake said in the firm cool voice of a dominant male, “It’s almost time for your next lesson of the evening.”

“Yes Sir,” she answered. She was clearly awed by the couple bathed under the spot light in the centre of the room and in their throes of orgasm.

“You are a slave of this harem,” Jake continued.

“Yes Sir,” she nodded.

“As a harem slave, your only purpose is to please me or any other men visiting this harem.”

“Yes Sir,” Safira looked a little startled. She had only ever been with one previous man before Jake and that was such a long time ago. 

Leaving Safira still loosely tied to the bed, Jake left her wondering at his words and opened the curtains. He went to the small bar in the corner of the room. He found a bottle of Wild Turkey whiskey and poured two shots into cut glass tumblers. 

Jake waited until he got Titus’s attention and motioned him to the bar.  As Titus released Brandy’s lips and broke their kiss, he saw Jake raise a glass in the corner of the room. With heavy legs but gleaming eyes he made his way to the bar and gratefully accepted the shot of whiskey.
Jake handed him the glass and silently toasted Titus’s performance with a glint in his eye. Titus smiled and the two dominant males downed the shots of potent whiskey in one.

Slowly Titus let his eyes roam through the room, seeing the two beautiful women, one tied to a machine, the other tied to the bed, both with rosy, soft bodies, satisfied smiles and glistening eyes.

In low voices they began to discuss ideas and desires for more fun with these two lovely submissive females. 

Safira lay on the bed and watched Jake go to the fridge and pour himself and Tight a glass of whiskey and then the two men drink it.
She knew that look on Jake’s face. He was definitely interested in Brandy!

Brandy looked like her those fabulous minutes ago, totally satisfied and limp from the power of her orgasm.  She was still bound in the chair and Safira watched with interest to see what the guys were planning. They were talking in low voices and looking over at both of the girls with a lusty gleam in their eyes.

Titus was eyeing her body and was definitely interested in her as well!

Jake had already hinted, he wanted Safira to please any man in the harem and that now meant Titus.

She blushed, thinking about it. Titus was an extremely attractive man and a very attentive and demanding lover from what she had seen so far. He was also very popular with the ladies in the bar. They all adored him.

Jake was the only man she had been with in a long time. Yet, Titus interested and intrigued her.

Titus held out his glass for a second shot of whiskey, the first one leaving a warm glow behind in his throat and stomach, energy surging back into his body as he let his eyes slide over Brandy’s tied down body, the chair slowly rocking back and forth, moved by her heaving chest. Titus saw a drizzle of their mixed juices run down the inside of her thigh before it stringed to the ground in stretched-out drops. He looked at Jake and spoke with a soft voice.

When Titus had moved away from Brandy, in her restricted movement, she was vaguely aware of him joining Jake in the direction of the bar behind her. Her body was humming from the satisfied glow of sexual fulfilment. She was totally relaxed and wanted to stretch out but the binds still kept her prisoner.

Titus spoke, “I think we should help Brandy out of the chair so she can freshen up and get ready for round two and while she is showering, maybe Stone needs some more attention?”

Jake smiled in agreement, nodded and walked with Titus after they downed the second shot of whiskey. Slowly they approached Brandy. She watched both as she turned her head backwards. Her eyes widened as she saw them coming closer. Both men were still excited from the claiming of their women.

Jake approached from the left and Titus approached from the right and slowly let their hands run over Brandy’s body. Jake placed his hands on Brandy’s shoulders and pushed his nails into her skin, then slowly started to drag them down to the hollow of her back, leaving white lines behind that quickly disappeared.

After a few moments of much needed respite, Brandy could feel Jake and Titus caress her tired body and she the pleasant finger nails run along the length of her back.  It was so nice and she felt a glimmer of excitement begin to ignite once again. She arched her body in response to both of their touches.

Titus stepped between Brandy’s legs and pressed his member against her sex as he let his hands run up from her ankles, over her calves and thighs, to her buttocks.

Jake and Titus synchronised their moving hands, circling, intertwining them as they touch Brandy’s body everywhere, teasing her, arousing her before fingers found straps and slowly untied her limp body.

The men undid her restraints and helped her to stand. Her legs were like jelly, trembling as they took her weight. She leant on them both, grateful for support.

She whimpered softly as they lifted her up together and carefully placed her on her feet. As soon as her weight was resting on her own legs, she sank, from knees too weak and quickly they grabbed her tightly and held her steady until she found her balance and her eyes turned from glazed to more clear. A sign she was slowly coming back to her senses after her strong sexual release.

Safira watched nervously as they both went to Brandy and began to caress her body. She saw how Brandy reacted to both of them as they stroked and teased her. She could see Jake was enjoying the feel of a fresh new female body to explore and arouse. And she was sure, that the female just happened to be his boss, made it even more exciting for him.

Jake and Titus, both still clearly excited, held Brandy’s soft, naked body as it was caught in the beam of the spotlight. Her nipples peaked, sharp silhouettes on her soft curvy breasts, shivers ran down her spine in the afterglow and the new sensations of the men’s touches. She leant against them and her hands fell backwards, touching their erect cocks thoughtlessly. Titus leant in and placed his lips against her ear, feeling her flutter as his words caressed her shell.

“Go wash yourself, then come to the bed. I’m not done with you yet.”

His words sent shivers of excitement through her. The anticipation of what was yet to come caused her breath to quicken. She noticed Safira on the bed and knew she would be looked after by these two virile men in due course.

Brandy’s eyes widened as she was released from their embrace and nodded. Unsteady on her legs, she started to move to the back of the room but after taking two steps she sank through her knees again and quickly the two men stepped in and caught her.

Wrapped in their arms they helped her to the curtains in the back of the harem chamber and walked her into a large bathroom. A large tub was at the back and a walk in shower to the right.

Both men were naked and proud and erect. They held her steady. Her hands brushed against their cocks again as she tried to regain composure.