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Safira stepped out of the bedroom of their log cabin home on Crystal Lake. She was wearing her little black cocktail dress that Jake liked so much and made sure her raven coloured hair was all clipped up. She pushed a deep burgundy slide in place for the final touch. She wore ivory coloured pearl drop earrings to go with the pearl beads around her neck. It was a First Anniversary gift from Jake.  The look was simple but elegant and the dress clung to her body to perfection. She had a deep burgundy shawl to keep the night air from chilling her body that wrapped around her shoulders. She checked for lines of the sheer lacy basque underneath and matching panties but luckily the dress showed no hint of what lay beneath - a surprise for her Jake.

It was after all their first anniversary outing, but with a difference. An excited shiver ran down her spine as she wondered what mysteries would unfold tonight. Neither of them had been to such a place before and she looked at the elite tickets of invite and placed them in her purse.

Satisfied Jake would approve of her appearance, she joined him in the kitchen. The look in his eye told her he liked what he saw. He looked awesome in a black Tuxedo suit and white dress shirt. She moved to stand in front of him and tied his black dicky bow.  He stretched his neck so she could fasten it.

"You look amazing Darling," she said, "I have got you the perfect thing to set off your suit. I saw it when I was getting my hair slide and it matches perfectly with that."  She slipped into the bedroom and returned shortly with a deep burgundy waistcoat, with a fainter burgundy, swirly pattern design that ran through the thread. "Happy Anniversary Darling."

Jake was delighted and tried it on. The deep burgundy and black colours together looked amazing. It reminded her of vampires for some unknown reason. He looked very handsome.  Jake inspected himself in the mirror and then did the same to Safira.

"We match," he smiled and moved in for a deep kiss, taking her breath away and setting her heart racing as only he can do.
They both slipped on their black and burgundy silk eye masks to finish their appearance. Jake’s was simple and plain. Safira’s however, was prettier with ruby, black and diamante coloured sparkly stones.

"Thank you," He whispered in her ear and they locked up the log cabin and headed for their car.

Jake drove up to The Stallion Bar and Grill and Safira waited for him as he organised some drink crates, passing the time of day with the Head bar keep, referred affectionately to as Old Joe.
Jake helped to manage The Stallions and she also worked the bar there. He signed some cheque releases for the Old Joe to give to their suppliers.

Jake gave some instructions to the Head Bar Man, signalled that he was ready and they both walked the short distance to The Ice House. The Ice House was the Bar’s dungeons and ran underneath the building and beyond. There was a discreet side entrance that was usually locked.
People were already there for the ceremony and Safira saw, if she looked closely enough through the eye masks, some of their friends from The Bar.  They were all dressed elegantly.

Jake’s attention was caught by the Bar Keep bringing some crates of booze on a trolley towards them. He and servants of The Ice House carried the crates inside and to replenish the bar.

Safira saw her friend, Brandy, chatting to a small group of people. She was owner of The Stallion and The Ice House. Safira joined her and the guests chatting with her. They had also received special invites. A well dressed and uniformed servant served them fluted champagne and spirits. Safira took a champagne for herself and a Gin and Tonic for Jake.

Titus entered the pool room of The Stallion Bar and Grill and approached the secret entrance known to only a few. He was one of them, although he had never used it. The door behind the cue rack swung open but just as he stepped inside, he realised it was the wrong entrance. The covert stone corridor was filled with echoes, muffled, as they trickled and bounced through thick walls and winding passageways. He smiled to himself and got the invitation from his jacket.  The front entrance was opened for tonight’s festivities, silly. He walked back out of the pool room, nodded at one of the unsuspecting patron’s on the way and checked himself a last time in one of the mirrors mounted on the wall.

The tuxedo was handmade, the finest linen was selected, woven and cut to a perfect fit around his body.  The legs of the pants pressed to a perfect sharp fold, the jacket with one button closed, wrapped tight around his torso, accentuating his broad shoulders. The shirt was pristine white, the neck and wrist collar starched to perfection. His bow tie was adjusted one last time. The silk was smooth between his fingers, reminding him of the soft skin of a woman. It hid the top button of his shirt as did the waistcoat which had a shiny silk back. His black leather shoes were polished to a mirror like shine and the rubber soles hardly made a noise on the floor of the bar.

He brushed his fingers through his hair, still wet from his forced, cold shower. That thought made him smile as he remembered the sweet lady that had very nearly made him late for tonight.  A last look at his appearance and he was satisfied. He turned and leaving through the door told himself, he was ready.  He walked across the parking lot in long strides, straight towards the entrance of the Ice House, each step calculated and aimed. The closer he got to the discreet wooden door, the more the excitement of the party started to wave across the concrete lot. The party seemed to be in full swing. As he neared the door, he placed his black eye mask on, straightened his back, took a deep breath and stepped through the entrance and into the hallway leading to the central room, the Grand Hall.

He came to a halt in the middle of the hallway and looked around, one hand in his pocket, his eyes alight as he took in the magnificent view. The atmosphere was unlike he had ever experienced. A strange tingle was in the air, touching something, something hidden, slumbering deep inside him and waiting, for the right time to awaken. Something that has shown glimpses but had yet to reveal its true nature.

A shiver ran down his spine and a sense of confidence started to build inside him. Slowly he moved forward again and scanned the room. He saw familiar faces behind their eye masks, but more than anything saw an unusual confidence. Confidence in the eyes of two submissives, he knew from The Bar, and noted the way they moved through the crowd tending the guests. Confidence in the eyes of the Queen Domme, Crystelle, as she looked around the room. There was a kind of strength that was rooted in soil, he was yet to explore more.

Crystelle was ensuring all her guests were looked after on this special night. The night her Ice House was open to her fellow private members, close friends and also their vanilla but interested guests. A special night she was to collar her submissive.  The invites were select for this special occasion.

A tray of drinks passed by and Titus picked up a glass of whiskey and declined the offer of ice. He swirled the whiskey in the glass, bringing it to his nose and took in the full, warm scent. Then he slowly took a sip, rolled the whiskey around his mouth with his tongue. He let his oral and nasal senses fill with the rich aroma of the single malt. The name of the whiskey didn’t come to his mind, but the taste was welcomingly familiar. He looked around the room, this time aimed at the people mingling in the Great Hall and he was met with smiling faces and alert, interested eyes.

He recognised a beautiful woman and as their eyes met, he sent a hand kiss to her. The memory of her lips were suddenly imprinted on his skin from a past meeting. He smiled at the memory. He then noticed other ladies he had had intimate relations and nodded to each in acknowledgement as they caught each other’s eye.

He saw Safira and Jake were present. He knew them as a vanilla couple from The Bar. They both worked there. Jake was one of the managers and Safira was the Head Barmaid. The invite must have peeked their interest. He smiled. Many would find this world fascinating given the chance.
Then he saw her. Brandy was chatting with some of the guests. She was the owner of The Stallion Bar and Grill and also vanilla as far as he knew. The Queen Domme, Crystelle, would have invited her as they were friends and Brandy was also the landlord of The Ice House, used for Crystelle’s select members. He allowed his eyes to rest on Brandy’s face for a while, seeing sparkles in her eyes, her hands articulating her words enthusiastically. She was definitely in a good mood.

He let his eyes drift down her body, noticing the fullness of her dress at the top, her breasts offering a teasing cleavage, the black dress tightly wrapped around her body, her legs slender and long, emphasized by the straight line down the back of her stockings and the tantalising high split in the dress. It was classy. Unconsciously he licked his lips as he let her image sink in, then slowly turned his head back to the centre of the hall.
He noticed the large Table or Alter. Intended to catch the eye, the table had a strange effect on him, drawing him closer. The sheer size was impressive on its own. Just as he turned his head, he saw Brandy turn her head towards him, their eyes just missed each other. A tingle in his neck accompanied him as he walked towards the table and placed his hands on it, slowly moving them over the surface as if he were caressing it.

Brandy chatted with invited guests who had also been given a select invite to this special occasion. They exchanged pleasantries and laughed at funny anecdotes.

She wondered what the night would bring as she had never been to such a ceremony and party before.
Safira joined their group and Brandy offered to show Safira her dungeon while Jake was busy with the crates. She had elegantly changed her Dungeon into a harem type room. They walked through the hall and the passageways and saw open dungeon doorways. They were all lit with fire lanterns on long sticks attached to the walls which gave it a medieval feel.  Safira was startled to see there were also naked and semi naked submissives in various stages of undress with chains and collars, placed on round stands. They posed and stood like statues, obviously decorations for the evening. She admired their dedication and obedience to their kink.

Safira noted all the strange contraptions and equipment for sexual pleasure. Some seemed very interesting. Others sent a nervous shiver down her spine.

Brandy showed her around her dungeon and she admired the impressive, King Size, four poster bed with silk and net drapes. It was a stunning room, made for lovers in mind. It oozed sex appeal and opulence.  Then after the small tour, they returned to the main hall and the other invited guests. They chatted about the décor and how she had found herself suddenly the owner of a dungeon in a place like The Ice House.

Jake joined their group and after a while, he decided he was going for a cigarette out back and Safira nodded, telling him she would stay and chat more with Brandy and the others.

Brandy drained the last of her Bacardi and Coke drink and saw Titus enter the hallway as her head tilted back. He looked amazing in his dinner suit and was quite unmistakeable, even in his eye mask.  She stared a few moments taking him in.  He was a very attractive man with fine broad, muscular shoulders, trim waist and a very nice tightly toned derrière.

She signalled to one of the servers, she knew from her bar, for another champagne. Dutifully he walked over with the tray. 
She thanked him for her drink, “Will you do me a favour?  There’s an unusual chair over there in the corner, it’s got red leather on it and shackles.  Will you take it to my dungeon and place it on the rug in front of the mirror. Crystelle told me I could borrow anything I may need for tonight. Would you do that for me?”

He smiled and nodded. She grinned back at him, “My door is unlocked, and, thank you.” He moved away to discreetly do as she had asked.
Crystelle had gifted her a dungeon in thanks for renting her The Ice House and although Brandy had decorated it like a harem boudoir, she had not used it yet.  She hoped tonight she might.

Her eyes returned to Titus as he walked over to a large table, running his hand along it, almost caressing it like a lover. She smiled when a shiver of excitement ran through her.

She excused herself from the guests she had been talking to and headed Titus’s way.

Before Titus even saw her, He sensed her. The soft clicks of her heels on her approach, echoed through the room as if drums were beating in a sensual rhythm. When their eyes glanced just past each other before, he noticed a sparkle he hadn’t seen before and now she moved in from behind, gracefully and teasingly slow.

He turned and met her eyes just as she finished her last step and ended right in front of him.
Brandy’s heart thumped at the look in his eyes. He really was a breath taking man.   

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.”

Jake turned to look at her. She was very pretty and dressed in a beautiful midnight blue evening gown. She was wearing a matching collar. The zip at the back of the dress would allow for her to easily step out of it and he wondered idly what she had on underneath it.  She stood quietly once her invitation was delivered.

Jake smiled at her and teased, “You mean I can shackle you to that naked and spank you?” He gestured towards the Wheel.

Her eyes had lowered after initially inviting him and remained on the floor, showing her submissive status.
“If you wish, Sir,” she answered.

Jake suddenly felt quite important at the respect she was showing him as she stood there, head bowed.
“And what else am I invited to do?” he asked her, getting a glimpse in to this private and exclusive world of The Ice House and the power that Masters and Mistresses have over their slaves.

“If you mean can you fuck her on the wheel, then yes you can,” The Mistress of the dungeon said as she entered. The servant went to her and knelt beside her obediently as her Mistress stroked her hair.

It was Janine who he had spoken to a few minutes earlier and Jake chuckled at his friend.

“Are you tempted Jake?” Janine laughed with him.

“You have no idea,” Jake replied.  “Is it handmade?” He asked, changing the subject and touching the carvings on the wheel.

“Yes, I had it made in Africa and shipped here,” The Mistress replied. “You can look round the other dungeons too. I recommend you try the swing.
One of my other pets is demonstrating that tonight as well.”

“And can I fuck her too?” Jake’s mind was incredulous at the thought.

“Oh, I would insist. And anywhere you wanted. She has been duly prepared,” Janine teased him, referring to her three body orifices. She sensed and enjoyed his shock as her words sank in. 
“Please feel free to look around here and the other open dungeons.  I hope we will see you later,” Miss Janine teased him as she leashed her servant and finished her sentence with a loud, “Without clothes.” 

Then he was left alone with the wheel and St Andrews Cross wondering at her wicked words.

He saw the other dungeons open and people looking around, so he too wandered from dungeon to dungeon. He saw stocks, pillories, crosses and devices he had no clue to the function. He saw various instruments; paddles and canes; handcuffs, swings and a million different whips. He saw that some of the equipment had submissives assigned to them for the guests to try and use as they wished.
He was amazed at some of the items and the thought that had gone into tonight’s preparations.

He found a side door that lead up to a small enclosed courtyard and stepped into the warm night air. He lit a smoke and thought of the things he had seen and heard.  An idea began to form in his head and it grew bigger as he enjoyed the tranquillity of his drink and cigarette.

He eventually crushed out his smoke, tossed the butt in the can by the door and headed back to the party.  He spotted his boss and good friend, Brandy and approached her from behind. She was chatting with Safira, Titus and others. Jake tapped Brandy’s shoulder and asked if he could have a word.

She turned to him and smiled, “Of course.”

As Jake took Brandy’s attention, Safira asked Titus if he was looking forward to the night ahead. He smiled at her and she saw an excited gleam in his eye as he looked at Brandy.  "I am. Are you? He asked.

"I am. It's a bit exciting. I've never been to a ceremony or party like this before. I'm glad, I have Jake with me and friends like you and Brandy close by," Safira laughed.

Jake grinned at Brandy and said, “I’d like a favour if I may. Any chance Safira and I can use your harem room later?”

“Sure,” Brandy smiled, “Feel free, but it might get a little crowded later on,” she smirked wickedly.

Jake chuckled at that thought, thanked her and joined Safira at her side. He took her hand and turned her so he was looking right into her sea green eyes.

“Do you trust me?” he asked seductively.

Safira looked puzzled at the question and replied, “Of course I do Silly.”

“No, do you really, really trust me,” Jake asked again and explained his idea. She listened tentatively and her eyes widened and gleamed. An excitement unfurled in her tummy. Then she nodded.

Jake screamed silently “Yes,” and was jubilant at her nodding head. Then he whispered aloud, “That’s all I need to see and hear,” and kissed her forehead. 

Safira blushed as his idea sank to every corner of her brain and to every cell in her body.

Titus pulled Brandy to a more secluded corner of the room, away from the group talking. He wanted to kiss her again. He lowered his head to Brandy’s. She sensed a shift in Titus’s inner self, maybe going even as deep as his very soul.

He had a strength and confidence that wasn’t quite as evident as before. A determination in his kiss that stated his intentions of claiming this woman, Brandy, as his.

His tongue teased her and invaded her mouth, taking and leaving her in no doubt of his desire.

She felt his grip tighten on her waist, and then his hand, moved up , fanning out on her lower back pulling her closer to him. His other hand cupped the back of her head. He gripped and pulled her hair a little, controlling her movement.

She responded to him, excited by this change.  His lips moved against hers. His tongue ignited the passionate woman inside her.  Her body came alive and she felt his interest as his cock stirred against her tummy. Their bodies ground together a little.  Brandy’s breath caught as his kiss deepened and became stronger.  Her body flushed and became soft and compliant to his seduction.

Titus ended the kiss, tenderly, but the warning of what lurked beneath had been given. He moved his lips to her ear, nuzzling her gently and stated “I am going to fuck you tonight.”

Excited, Brandy’s eyes widen and she blushed. Butterflies summersaulted in her tummy. A warmth descended throughout her body. In silent answer, the primitive, female animal inside emitted pheromones to tantalise the senses of the man uttering such words of promise.
Brandy wanted this man, and, he knew she was his for the taking.

She reached for another flute of champagne as a servant with a tray passed by and nervously took a sip in a futile attempt to settle her reeling senses.

“Would you like a tour of the place?”  Brandy asked, hoping her voice didn’t betray the strong attraction she had for him and quite forgetting that she had already shown him around once.

“I would like that very much,” Titus smiled. He hadn’t forgotten.

He took her hand and indicated that she lead the way. They made their way to the end of the hall to the sprawling corridors that lead to private and empty dungeons.

“Are the dungeons all occupied?” he asked.

“I don’t believe so.  Some are taken, some are waiting to be occupied and some are empty. There are some for display purposes tonight, for the ceremony, to show the kind of equipment that is used for sexual pleasure,” Brandy answered and then grinned wickedly, “And for pain too, if that’s your thing. There are even demonstrative submissions for guests to try out.”

As they made their way through the stone walled corridors, they passed some submissive slaves of both sexes, placed in specific places. They stood on display in silent obedience, much like statues in a great mansion.  Some were naked except for collar and leads, some were dressed in various leather and chain costumes, and some wore chastity belts and cock cages.

Brandy pointed out the dungeons belonging to Crystelle and other friends of hers.

Titus appeared thoughtful, “And how would one apply for one of those empty dungeons?”  He asked.

“I’m not sure. Mine was a gift.  I believe prospective Doms or Mistresses could put an application for one to Crysti and her management to consider.
They would then decide whether to formally invite that person to become a member of the Ice House or not.”  Brandy answered, “I believe this place is considered very exclusive and one of the best for the BDSM kink.  To be offered a dungeon here is considered a great honour.”

Titus was thoughtful again and they arrived at a display dungeon and looked at the various sex toys and contraptions. Titus appeared to recognise some not familiar to Brandy and answered some of her questions. They picked some up, feeling the textures and speaking of incidents where they may be used.

Titus moved in close behind Brandy, brushing his body against her as she examined a vibrating egg. He looked at it over her shoulder, his fingers moved over hers mirroring the stroking action on the egg. He caressed it and her hand suggestively. Sexual tension filled the room around them.
He nuzzled her ear and said, “I want you to wear it. I want to put it inside you. I want you to wear it in the Great Hall with all the other guests. I want to be the only one who knows it’s there and...“ He smiled picking up the remote control, “I want to keep the remote control.”

Brandy swallowed, as once again her body responded to his very wicked words. He switched it on and she felt the egg vibrate in their hands.
Titus smiled. He felt her body go soft against him as the egg started to vibrate on her palm. A soft moan escaped her lips as his words sank in and she imagined it placed in her body. The spot light above them caught the egg in its glow making it their focal point in the room. He wrapped his arm around Brandy and started to move her further into the dungeon, finding the room to open up at the back with a table in the centre.

As they reached the table, Titus took the egg from her hand, shutting off the vibrations and turned her in his arms. Then he took a step back and let his eyes drift over her body, mentally peeling her clothes off her sensuous body. He saw the spark in her eyes, one of excitement and anxiousness, but no refusal. On the contrary, her look invited him, almost daring him to rip the clothes off her body and take her there on the spot.

But not yet.

“Lift up your dress.”

Titus’s voice was commanding, leaving her no room for any other action but to comply, locking her eyes in with his. Her hands drifted down her body, grabbing her dress and inching it up her legs and over her hips. She trembled slightly, partly aroused, partly nervous, seeing a new side of him, she had never seen before.

Titus stepped forward, hooked his fingers into the slender straps around her hips and pulled her panties down, exposing her womanhood. He had not seen her sex before and he admired her red pubic strip and puffy moist lips. He let his hand slide up the inside of her thigh and cupped her sex with the palm of his hand. He felt her tremble when he tested her wetness with his fingers. As he pressed, he felt her lips fold back and she moved to guide him to her warm and moist entrance.

Titus smiled.

She looked into his eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted her desire. Slowly he licked the tips clean before slipping them inside his mouth one by one. His lips curled around them as he savoured her taste.

Yes. Tonight she would be his.

Titus stepped in close and pressed his body against her, reaching behind her and taking the egg in his hand. His other hand slowly slid up her arm, over her neck and shoulder, brushing her cheek with his thumb.

“Titus.” She breathed his name standing there. Dress hitched up, panties at her knees and pussy exposed while he was fully clothed in his tuxedo. His crotch brushed her bare vagina, purposefully as reached for the egg.   

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.

Jake stopped the spanking. Safira’s bottom was warm on his hand. There was some redness on her cheeks, “That’s better, ok pull your panties up and stand up.”

She obeyed him. As she stood and pulled up her panties, He gazed at her, she looked so lovely in her basque and nylons.

Holding out his arm, he further instructed her, “Remove my cuff links”

She obeyed him.

“Remove my vest.”
 
She obeyed him.

“Now my shirt.”

She obeyed him.

“Kneel in front of me,”

She obeyed him. 

Jake placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head up, “If you displease me you will be punished. If you please me you will be rewarded. Is this understood? Speak.”

“Yes sir.” Safira replied meekly. 

“Undo my belt,” Jake resumed his instructions.

She obeyed him.

“Open my pants.”

She obeyed him.

“Take out my cock”

She obeyed him.

Jake realised he was more turned on than he thought he would be.

Safira studied his very attractive muscular and toned chest before kneeling. Her fingers undid his zip and she took out his impressive length which hardened at her touch. 

Safira began to stroke him slowly from the base up to the head. Jake’s loins came to life with lust. His balls tightened up as his libido grew.

When Safira’s firm grip reached the head, her thumb rubbed the tip and smeared his seeping pre-cum over his tight, engorged cock head, then slowly moved back down to the base. He held back a moan trying to stay in character. Safira started a nice slow wank. Up and down, pausing each time to pay the head some special attention.

“Very good Safira, you may pleasure yourself but only on top of your panties. Rub your scent in them. Make them wet.”

She obeyed him.

“Now use your tongue on me.”

She obeyed him. Safira began to lick the head of his cock, then ran her tongue down the very sensitive under side, then back up, each time, bringing him closer to the edge.

Safira let out little whimpers as she rubbed her clitoris through her silky panties.

“Your mouth,” Jake gasped.

She relished the scent of him and at his insistence, she took all of him in. Jake held her head with both hands, bunching her hair in his fists. She pushed her lips to his base. His member hit the back of her throat. She sucked on him knowing that he loved the magic of her mouth. She teased relentlessly with her tongue, caving in her cheeks to increase the pressure on his cock and grazed her teeth gently against him as she moved up and down.

Her tongue flicked against his little slit and rimmed him. Then she began to suck him slow and deep again. 
Jake fought the urge to buck and thrust as she picked up the pace. His legs became rigid. In this state of excitement, he grabbed a bed post for support.

This was far too good to soon and he did not want to cum just yet.

”Submissives have their own power too,” Safira thought to herself wickedly and touched herself. 

Her sex was already on fire and touching there built her passion and lust. Her panties were soon soaked with her juices as she groaned and rubbed gently, teasing herself and him in the process.

Jake suddenly held her head tighter in place and thrust deep into her throat. She gagged while he filled her head and cut off her airway. His wicked side enjoyed the power that he could render her unconscious if he wanted and watched the reactive watering of her eyes as they brimmed with tears. He enjoyed the tightness on his cock, then he withdrew to allow her to breathe again. He enjoyed the gasps around his cock as she gulped in air and the saliva that covered him as she drooled.

Before she could react, he repeated the process and stopped her breathing again with the deep penetration of her face.
After a few more times, she understood his power and controlled her breathing to accommodate him fully. 
 
Then he ordered her to do it herself and face fuck him, ensuring his cock slid deep into her throat. She did so admirably.  He had never carried out that fantasy on her before.  His little slut, kneeling before him while he used her head for his selfish pleasure.
He reluctantly ordered Safira to stop, he did not wish to seed her yet.

She obeyed him.  Her heart pounded.

“I want you on the bed,” Jake commanded.

She obeyed him.

“Lie on your back.”

She obeyed him.

Taking a restraint, he secured her right wrist to the bedpost. Then he went around the bed and secured her left wrist to the opposite one.
Standing over her he stated, “Safira, I am going to deprive you of three of your senses. You can’t touch me.”

Jake went to Brandy’s chest of drawers and found a black satin blindfold. He placed it on her head and over her eyes, “You will not be able to see.” He placed a pillow under her head, “Are you comfortable?” He asked.

“Yes sir,” She answered. 

Jake moved to her legs and peeled off her damp panties and placed them around his neck, then he secured her legs. He could smell her damp excitement wafting to his nostrils.

Standing up he admired his handy work. Safira was bound fast to the bed. Her legs spread open, wide enough for Jake to see her fresh trimmed pussy and the thin pink lips pouting and glistening wet in the mellow lighting of the harem.

He moved closer to Safira’s head and whispered, “You will not be able to hear.”

He reached into his pocket and got out some industrial foam ear plugs, “If this becomes too much, your safe word is - Little Oak. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir” She acknowledged him.

He rolled the foam, tapering it, and placed it in each of her ears. The foam expanded and returned back to its natural state. It made a good seal. For good measure, Jake also found some heavy duty shooting headphones in the chest and he placed them on her head. She would not be able to hear anything at all now.

He stood back to look at her.  Safira was blindfold, tied face up, spread eagled on the bed and with ear plugs and headphones on her ears. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear - all she could do was feel sensations and taste. 

The only sound in Safira’s ears was her quickened breaths and the beats of her racing heart. She was sexually aroused and was waiting in excited anticipation for what was to come.

Jake smiled to himself as he undressed completely and took a look in the toy box he saw in the corner of the room. He was bound to find something interesting.

Going through Brandy’s toy box, Jake found just the thing he was looking for. A Rampant Rabbit vibrator, shocking pink and around 6 inches long and slightly curved at the tip.  At the base was a band of beads that circled and ground together, a killer for deep insertion.

But what made this vibrator different was the rabbit ears that could vibrate either side of the clitoris, sending the lady in question wild.  No red blooded woman should be without one… or so he had heard.

He placed it on the table and looked for other items. He found a slender, smaller vibrator that would suit his needs. Looking at the row of lotions and lubes he selected a bottle of ID glide lube. He spotted a fur glove and tried it on. He rubbed his chest and decided this would suit his needs. He placed all the items on a tray and placed it by the bed.

“One last thing,” he thought and hoped Brandy’s ice bucket was full. He lifted the top, it was full. He brought the bucket to the bed. Looking down on Safira she lay quiet, breathing deeply.

She was waiting nervously in anticipation in her dark, silent world, wondering what Jake was up to.
He leaned over, careful not to bump the bed and then tickled her sides hard. She bucked violently off the bed, startled by his presence.

“Little oak. Little oak,” Safira shrieked, “I’m very ticklish. Please, no more, I beg you Sir,” she tested her restraints for the first time.

Jake chuckled softly and slowly undid the bows on her basque, working down from her cleavage to her waist. She felt his fingers slowly pulling at the bows. It opened and fell useless on the bed, exposing her torso and freeing her naked breasts to his gaze. Her body reacted to him undressing her. Desire and lust flooded to her sex. She was throbbing and aching with her need for him. Her breasts and body wanted and needed his touch so, so much.

He put on the fur glove and grazed her arm lightly. She flinched. He stroked her belly in light quick circles then began a trip around her body.
Safira felt something soft and pleasant, exploring her body, teasing her, titillating her and tantalising her. It felt so good. She writhed in her binds and moaned, wanting more. She raised her body in a vein effort to make the touch harder, wanting harder fondles as well as the soft caresses.

Jake teased. He started at her right inner thigh, he stroked the fur against her soft skin, stopping where her nylons began then around the outer thigh across her belly to the left thigh, then her arms pausing in the inner elbow area for special attention. Moving to her breasts, he stroked them with the glove, Safira moaned in delight. He could feel her heart racing.

He suddenly stopped and stood back. Safira’s heart rate was rocketing. Her body and mind was screaming out with unfulfilled need.

She groaned in frustration, “Jake, what are you doing to me?”

Her body tensed waiting for him to do something. He let a minute or two pass and enjoyed her nude body and nervous tension. 

He picked up an ice cube and another for his mouth, clenching it over her belly. He let it melt and let a drop hit her stomach.  She felt the ice cold droplets on her. Her body reacted in goose bumps and shivers. Safira gasped, startled as more cold drops hit her thighs, then her breasts. He grabbed another cube and placed it on her belly button to melt. He placed another against her nipple. It hardened from the cold, then burned, then went numb.

Safira whimpered in discomfort but the tenseness was gone, she was lost in her sightless, quiet world. While the cubes melted, Jake chewed on ice so his tongue was as icy cold as the heart of the devil himself.

He tested the temperature of his tongue on his arm. “Perfect,” he smiled.

 

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…

Chapter 2 
   
During the collaring ceremony and guest mingling, Titus had kept Brandy close to him. Standing behind her, his arm lazily wrapped around her waist, he had been vigilant and ready to pull her back against him with the slightest hint of her moving away. But with a soft smile on his face he recognized the contrary in her. The whole time she had been leaning against him, grinding her hips backwards and pushing her buttocks firmly against him while she rested her head against his neck. The egg was working its magic. He could smell her desire and it tantalised him.
In the Great Hall, standing close to Titus, Brandy felt the tension rise as suddenly the tempo and loudness of the Quartet changed. The change in music startled the guests and there was a charge in the atmosphere.

Then a Dominant Male, Kade, entered the room and his submissive female, Denver, appeared on the Alter and waited obediently for him. There was going to be a display for the guests.

The Dominant’s attire reminded her of a Roman Gladiator. He wore dark brown leather and shining metal protectors on his arms and legs. He wore leather boxer briefs with a studded opening at the front and a short metal and leather man-skirt that could be drawn and opened at the front. His chest was naked except for leather straps that crisscrossed across his chest and back. He was oiled and muscles pumped up. He looked amazing and powerful.

Brandy’s heart beat so fast and she realised that the performance would show His power over the submissive on the Alter.

They were going to perform for the guests of Crystelle and Tomas for all of their entertainment. The guests watched, enthralled at the unexpected twist of the evening. The quartet played more loudly and the music was exciting to match the sudden turn of events. The lights dimmed and spots lit up the Alter and raised floor like a stage.

Titus took advantage of the powerful sexual tension in the air and build up of anticipation. He put his hand in his pocket and turned the egg on higher. It was sitting inside her vaginal channel, on the lowest setting when Brandy felt the strange vibrations strengthen and resonate. She breathed in sharply and opened her mouth a little to control her breathing as the sexual thrill overtook her body. Her body glowed as she became even more sexually aware and turned on. 

The Dominant Male was stunningly handsome and carried an aura of authority about him. He scared Brandy a little in this environment.  She knew Kade from The Bar and was another of her friends.

Here, he changed into a lustful beast, who demanded obedience and could be callous in his quests, treating his quarries like a piece of meat.  He was truly a Dominant Master.

From experience of their brief affair, she only knew the softer side of him, where he could be just as demanding, but show thoughtful tenderness too. She knew of his other life here but had respectfully kept it separate from their own relationship.
Brandy suspected on this occasion, however, she would see his other side for the first time and the submissive waiting for him would meet the former animal brute in their performance.

“The Beast meeting the Sacrificial Lamb,” she thought as he strode purposefully to the Alter. A Master, about to show the extent of his submissive’s allegiance to him.

The crowd was silent and watched with a mixture of lustful interest, worried fascination and plain shock by some the practices and laws accepted in this particular kink.

Kade strode to the Alter with purpose. He was King Dom in The Ice House and Crystelle was his good friend. He wanted to ensure her special night was one to be remembered and one that their fellow members and vanilla friends would enjoy. He saw Denver watch him through lowered eyes and then bow her head waiting for him.

He had chosen her well. She actually belonged to Crystelle but Kade had an agreement with her Mistress to use her on occasion. Denver enjoyed rough treatment from a man and Crysti would reward her with dates with him. It was an arrangement that worked well for all of them.
He saw her tremble when he circled around her. He knew it was partly in excitement and partly nervous anticipation. She was his prey. He towered over her small, athletic but petite frame letting the tension build in the silence.  Her long red hair was tied back in a severe braid and her crimson red dress accentuated her pale, freckled skin.

He felt the uncertain expectation in the room, knowing all eyes were focussed on them both.

It fed Denver’s voyeuristic tendencies. She liked to perform in front of others. He whispered to her, “Are you wet yet Denver?”
Before she could answer, he snapped a command, “Standing display”

Denver immediately knew the drill for she was well trained. She lowered the top half of her dress exposing her braless breasts, she inched her dress up to her waist revealing she wore no panties. She tucked the dress in at her waist to ensure it did not fall. It was nothing more than a thick belt around her waist. Then she stood with legs 4 inches apart and her arms lifted to clasp her hands behind her head and opened her mouth wide.

Kade took his time looking at her. She was freshly shaved, her arm pits and pussy completely hairless. She stood facing her audience.  He inspected her small pert breasts, lifting each with flat fingers underneath to test their weight and jiggle them for their guests.
He placed his hand on her bald pussy and rubbed his hand on her, testing her wetness and showing the audience the smeary links attached to his fingers before smearing them on her mouth and touching her tongue.

“Turn round.”

She did so and he felt her cheeks before spanking her once soundly. The slap echoed round the room and a red handprint formed briefly on her white skin.

Denver’s heart was beating fast as she thought of her body displayed for the guests. Her pussy was already throbbing with need and she stifled a moan when Kade smacked her bottom in public.

“Bend over, cheeks open.”
 
Denver placed her forehead on the Alter and bent double, spreading her cheeks. Everyone could see her little star, nestled in the valley.
Kade reached for a bag under the Alter and placed it by her head. He removed a long butt plug and dipped it’s length in a tub of lubricating gel before teasing her external sphincter.

He slowly pushed the plug in and out, massaging her internal sphincter to relax the natural resistance.
Denver moaned as she felt the cool toy penetrate her anal canal and brush her anal pillows to relax, slowly deflating of blood. She secreted anal mucus to mix with the lubricating gel as the toy eased into her and into her rectum. The sensations excited her and she fought the natural urge. Her brain was telling her, falsely, she needed to empty her bowels.

Kade eventually pushed the whole toy in and all could see the pretty oval shaped, diamond cut red jewel now covering her anal star. It looked pretty as it caught the light of the room emphasizing its brilliance.

“Hold the Alter,” he instructed and she flattened her hands on the marble surface above her head.

He removed her dress and threw it behind the Alter and then spanked her again. Three with his bare hand on each cheek. Each slap echoing around the room and reddening her cheeks.
Then with a paddle making Denver count each strike out loud.

 "1… 2… 3…"

The Dominant Kade was showing off the obedience of the submissive with his commands. She was stripped naked against the Alter, breasts and ass wobbling with each strike.

Denver was in her element. She loved being spanked and the fact it was in public, on stage just increased her desires. She was so turned on her pussy was gushing in delight, the feminine moisture coating her labia and inner thighs. She breathed heavily and expelled each number in pleasurable pain but was delighted absolute in his treatment of her. 

He fondled her body, grabbed her hair and spanked her hard. She seemed to revel in his rough treatment of her.

At 10, Kade stopped spanking her. He leaned over his nude submissive on the great alter and encouraged her to display herself to the expectant audience. She opened her legs, spread them wide and bent and thrust towards the crowd. They saw her breasts stretched and hanging down in her movements. They saw the pink flesh of her excited shaved pussy and her red anal jewel exposed to them.

They saw her excited flush as she performed for the guests and thrilled at the voyeurism of the situation. He gave her commands which she obeyed instantaneously. Bending over, spreading her red bottom and excited pussy.

The Dominant Kade encouraged her to touch herself and moan aloud. He fondled her lewdly to show, he owned her. He squeezed her tits, pushed his fingers in her pussy causing her to gasp from his roughness. And pulled her hair to position her for the crowd and his use.

Then he bound her over a gym horse bought in by other submissives and placed on The Alter and spanked and fondled her some more.

He pulled the studs on his shorts to reveal his massive erection and forced it down her throat as he picked her head up by the hair. She gagged and drooled as he deep throated her and fucked her head.

Then he stood in close to her, cutting off her air supply, his cock, jammed into her throat.

His attention suddenly seemed focussed elsewhere. Then he stepped back, allowing Denver, to breathe again.

He picked up a rope from his bag and started spinning a lasso around his head. He stood, muscled, his full erection on display. He flung the rope expertly in the air. It was a spectacular display of rope-man-ship.

It landed around a woman in the middle of the guests!

Brandy held her breath, “Was she a plant and part of the performance? It was so exciting!”

An excited ripple ran through the crowd as the rope successfully found his target and he pulled his captive in closer. She was dragged into view from the crowd. She appeared to want to get away from him. He pulled more on the rope and her reluctant figure, arms pinned to her sides, shuffled to his alter.

When she was close enough, he tore her dress immediately, exposing her intimate parts and let it hang like rags from her body.

Still bound in the lasso, he worked her up with words and bold, lewd touches into sexual compliance until she was panting for him, and then instructed her to prepare Denver’s anus and pussy by licking her.

She obeyed him immediately, not wanting to displease him and craving sexual release herself.
 
The scene took place in a silent, excited awe by the crowd.  Save for the panting, sexual groans Kade encouraged, nothing else could be heard.

Both women were to be used to slake Kade’s lust and entertain the guests.

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.

Brandy was wearing a beautiful black straight dress with small embroidered blood red and purple roses on a green vine wrapping the length of her body. It was backless with a discreet side zip. The bra was inbuilt and pushed her breasts upwards to show an enticing cleavage.

Underneath, she was wearing black suspenders with matching blood red and purple roses and black stockings with a straight central line down the back of the leg. She had on black lacy sheer panties and was wearing 3 inch heels. She still had her half mask on, black and lacy with purple and red roses and matching tiny glass jewels.

“Undress yourself,” Titus demanded.

His words excited her. Tingles emanated through her body on top of the egg vibrations and butterflies fluttering in her tummy. This was the moment. The moment to submit to his total control. Something she had never ever done before with a man. She shut her eyes letting the fear wash over her and then to show her consent to continue, she removed the eye mask and began to lower the side zip on her dress. Standing upright, the dress loosened and she slowly pushed it off her shoulders.

She heard Jake, her employee, shift a little on the bed and saw the drape twitch for him to focus on her better. She felt his and Titus’s eyes caress her body. The thrill of two men watching her undress caused her to flush in more sexual excitement. Her breasts peaked tightly and her pussy rushed with even more moist heat dampening and soaking her already wet panties.

Inch by inch, the dress lowered, showing her shoulders, her collar bone and the tops of her breasts. It teased in its slow descent until eventually her full rounded breasts and hard nipples were bared naked for both men’s eyes. She shimmied the dress over her hips and with no curvy body resistance now, the dress fell unheeded to pool at her feet.

Titus watched in silence, unmoved as Brandy slowly, seductively took her dress off, exposing the soft curves of her body little by little until she stood barely dressed before him. He saw her eyes flash to the corner of her view, and he too could see the curtain twitch, the soft sounds of sheets moving with the weight of a shifting body. Titus grinned within himself as he glanced over the chair.

‘A guest and a watcher. You are being spoiled tonight,’ he thought.

She stood before Titus, her thin waist and rounded hips presented in suspender belt and stockings. The thin sheer and very wet panties allowed the trimmed red tuft of pubic hair to be seen through the material. The high heeled shoes on her feet made her look tall and slender.

She looked towards Titus for instructions on the attire he wished to remain on. The vibrating egg and sexual tension in the room was almost too overwhelming for her.

Titus locked her eyes in with his, the need for direction making hers glisten in the spot light that cast her in a warm glow. Slowly he let his eyes caress her frame, the curve of her hips, her slender waist and her full breasts, crowned with peaked nipples. Little berries, ripe and full, ready to be picked.

Brandy stood still semi naked in front of him as instructed. His eyes assessed and inspected her body, giving neither approval nor disapproval. She blushed at the intensity in his gaze and then he locked his eyes in hers.  She tried to control her breathing and the sexual tension that built between them.

Without saying a word Titus moved in close. Slow steps while he kept her eyes locked in with his, keeping her bonded to the spot.
The vibrating egg inside her body intensified the situation and she struggled to control her building desire. Her breaths quickened to small fast pants.

He stopped, one foot in front of her, making sure she could look at him without stretching her neck too far back. Without touching he let his hands slide along her body, less than ¼ inch between the tips of his fingers and her skin. He felt her warmth radiate against his digits, her heat washed over his hand as he passed his fingers over her pelvis. He could sense the moisture that collected in her panties, his heightened senses smelt her feminine scent, drifting up between their bodies.

When Titus stepped in closer to her, he teased her more by refusing to touch her. Her legs trembled with want and nearly caused her to close those few inches between them and fall into his arms.

Slowly he started to circle her, walking around her in a small circle, keeping his face close to hers, locking her eyes in with his so she turned her head as far as she could. Then, lost from her view, she quickly turned the other way, waiting for him to connect them again as he came around her other side. He saw and felt her shiver as his warm breath caressed over the shell of her ear, his face leant in, stood behind her left arm.

“There are 3 terms,” He spoke then paused for effect, “Say ‘Stop’ and everything stops, immediately. Sign the victory sign with your fingers and everything stops, immediately”

His whispered breaths caressed her skin. Then he walked around her as though to inspect her closer. The tension was intense.

He took his mouth away from her ear and passed in front of her, letting his bare arm brush against her breasts, feeling her nipples drag over his skin. Her eyes fluttered, her lashes moved up and down quickly as he saw her take a deep breath to calm herself.
As his arm purposely brushed her breasts and Brandy gasped at his touch, wanting so much more.

He reached her other side. He stood behind her right arm and leant in to whisper in her other ear. He wickedly slid the little lever of the remote control in his pocket up a little higher, making the egg vibrate harder inside her channel. He smiled when he was rewarded with a deep moan seemingly coming right from her very toes. Her legs twitched as she struggled to keep her balance.

When he was behind her again, she suddenly felt stronger vibrations from the egg.  Brandy’s mouth went dry as she realised he had turned it up even more by the remote.  She gasped and a little moan escaped her lips. Her legs began to shake as her body responded and began to peak. Desire flooded her saturated panties and moisture began to leak outside the material and outside the edges and on to her inner thighs.
 
“You will submit to me completely, give up every possibility of control. You will be in my hands, helpless, unable to change the order of events.”

He felt Brandy freeze as he proclaimed the second rule. For only the briefest of seconds he felt her will struggle to keep herself from accepting his terms, but then a shudder moved through her body and he knew she was his, without restraints.   

“HOLY FUCK,” Brandy’s mind screamed.  “This man means business. Can I do this?” Then followed by, “Hell Yes! I’ve never been so sexually thrilled in my life.” 

Her mind pleaded with her body, “Please don’t orgasm yet, don’t do it, just don’t it,” She shuddered in her struggle to gain composure and control.

Suddenly he was whispering in her right ear and the egg vibrations increased again. Her mind and body began an epic battle, “Don’t do it,” became a mantra for her.

Titus continued, “Good. The last of my terms is this. You will not be held back by mental restraints. You will submit to and be guided by what your body tells you, but…” 

He left the rest of the sentence open. He moved to her back, then pressed his mouth against her left ear again. As he stepped back behind her arm, he increased the vibrations of the egg inside her with yet another notch.

“You are not allowed to cum until I say so!”

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 stepped in and pressed his member against her sex, the tip finding the tight crevasse of her buttocks.

When he moved behind her and out of sight, Brandy’s heart rate rocketed again. She bit her lower lip waiting. She felt him rub his member against the entrance of her vagina and then up to her anus. Her breath caught. She felt his fingers run down the length of her back and moaned at his caress. 

She shivered as he touched her and he felt the heat emitted from her centre. She was moist, warm and her pussy lips half opened, inviting him in. The slight tilt of her head as tried to look back at him, told him the same. She was ready to be taken.

He placed his hand at the nape of her neck, then slowly dragged his fingers down along her spine, brushing over her skin until he reached her buttocks.

‘SLAP’

Quickly he raised his hand and let it land on her buttocks, giving her a quick, stinging slap, before he returned to a soft caress. Her buttocks were now the prey of both his hands. He moved, squeezed and grabbed her cheeks with slow, strong fingers. White marks appeared where they dug into her skin and flesh, the colour returning when he released the pressure.

When Titus spanked her bottom, it shocked her system. The sting excited Brandy and the vibrations of the smack resonated to the sitting egg, shaking it a little, to remind her of its weight and presence in her vagina. The sensation was new and surprisingly pleasant. Her body responded and the wet heat of her pussy increased and dribbled between her legs.

Titus fondled her buttocks, moving her cheeks on the outside and causing the egg to massage on the inside of her. She moaned and tried thrusting back a little trying to brush at his cock.

‘SLAP’

Again he raised his hand and landed it on her cheeks with a fierce slap, making her firm bottom jiggle. A yelp was released from her lips as the sting raced through her body.

The force of the spank reddened her cheeks. She yelped at the slightly increased force and then the responding ripples of the egg.
He stepped back and let his hand trace down between her cheeks and underneath. He found the source of the sweet scent that had started drifting upwards to his nose.

As soon as he touched her wet sex, his pressing fingers were coated with her nectar. Her pussy was sopping wet. She whimpered at his probing fingers inside her and he moved the egg manually in her channel to tease her even more.

He withdrew his fingers and she felt the egg spring to life and begin to vibrate more. It caused her to cry out in pleasure.
He brought his fingers to his mouth to suck and lick them clean, letting the taste of her desire fill his mouth and overpower his senses. Her musky scent and taste sent shivers down his spine, feeding the desire of the dominant man that had now replaced his normal persona.

‘SLAP’

A third blow was delivered to her soft globes. Just as she had moaned in pleasure, her moan changed immediately into a high pitched cry of pleasurable pain.

This spank was harder. It caused her to cry out. He massaged her ass cheeks again and tested the wetness to her undercarriage.
He rubbed his fingers over her intimate lips and clitoris, again they were immediately coated with her nectar.

She was seeping with wet excitement. He fingered her again teasing and seeking the egg. Then he slowly removed it as she groaned in pleasure.  The vibrations teased her channel in its withdrawal. Then it popped from her and her pussy throbbed on its own, without the added vibrations.

He smiled as he placed the egg in the hidden compartment for safety. Her feminine juices started to ooze from her entrance and with a slight grin still on his face he stepped to the side of the chair. He opened the hidden panel and took out a long, wooden shaft. The wood so smooth and polished, it felt like satin in his hands. The shaft was shaped like a phallus, a bulbous length crowned with a tilted tip, the bottom threaded inside, to be screwed down to the chair. Being out of her sight, he felt Brandy’s anxiety and wariness. He saw her shivering slightly as he kept her in that wondering, nervous state.

She felt him move away and do something to the chair and she waited, holding her breath.

Stepping in behind her again, he pushed the chair forward, locking it in with the brake, then placed a wooden support in the slot at the base of the chair. The support had a tilted head, a protruding threaded bolt and was mounted to the chair at the base. It locked in tight and unmoveable. Slowly he started to screw the shaft onto the bolt, the tip aimed at Brandy’s damp sex.

He moved back to the front of the chair and lifted her head with his fingers, leant in and kissed her passionately, slipping his tongue through her lips to let her taste her own desire.

She tasted her juices on his lips and tongue and realised he must have licked his fingers after he played with her. The thought pleased Brandy and conjured erotic images in her mind’s eye. She responded to his kiss and accepted the invasion of his tongue teasing her. He finished the kiss and stood up. Then he stepped back, her eyes followed him and locked in with his as he took his shaft in his hand and guided it to her mouth again.

He did not hesitate. He pushed his member through her lips, burying the tip deep in her throat as he touched her wet lips. He had replaced his tongue with his cock, pushing it deep into her throat.  Her moan made his shaft and balls vibrate and twitch between her lips. He inched in closer until he felt her mouth pushed against his pubic hair. He was so deep he blocked her airway. She drooled and gagged in reaction, causing pleasurable sensations on his cock.

As Brandy gagged a little, she realised he was abusing her mouth. Her eyes watered as she sucked on him, relishing his taste and hoping he would allow her to breathe again soon.

Then suddenly he released the brake of the chair with his foot. Abruptly she was slid backwards.
Pulled by gravity, the chair fell back and the wooden shaft was driven, aim perfect into her pussy. His dick was pulled roughly from her mouth till only the tip was still resting on her lips to kiss and suckle.

She cried out as she was vaginally penetrated. Her body was not expecting it. Her channel squeezed instinctively around the wooden shaft in resistance as it entered and filled her.

Brandy was shocked as her pussy was suddenly penetrated by the wooden dildo. She gasped at the invasion, and then she realised that it was actually quite pleasurable and not painful at all in her sodden pussy.

Brandy’s eyes widened, then fell shut as she surrendered to the pleasure that rushed wildly through her body at being used so. Her lips clenched tightly around the head of his member, determined not to let it slip from her mouth while her body squeezed and squirmed around the smooth wooden cock inside her body.

He placed his hand on the handlebar between her gripping fingers. Her knuckles turned white as he pulled the chair hard, back to him, pushing his member back into her mouth all the way while she slid off the wooden cock. He saw her test the strength of the straps as she struggled with the pleasure that raced through her body. Then he felt her body soften around him, the tight resistance around his member faded away as she settled in that pleasure and let it run free through her frame.

With that sign, Titus started to move the chair back and forth, penetrating her with each push and pull, claiming her body, taking what she gave him freely, making her his for this night. The ride of the chair became more fluent as Brandy adapted and clearly started to enjoy the movements. Slowly he increased the speed of the sawing motion until she was jolted back and forth, the grip of her hands and the straps around her waist preventing her from being dislodged from the chair.

The chair slid back and forth to each member in a steady rhythm. Brandy’s mouth was deeply penetrated by his large erection, then her pussy by the wooden toy, moving slow at first, then faster and faster at Titus’s control. Brandy’s body grew more accustomed to the movements and responded. She enjoyed the fucking of her pussy and head as she was bound there helpless and at his mercy.

Titus felt Brandy’s body adjust and settle in the chair while she was penetrated from both ends. The wooden shaft began to glisten, coated with her juices. She salivated and retched at his deep throat penetration. Her saliva dripped from his scrotum, as it collected at the lowest point.
Her cheeks started to collapse as she followed the rhythm of his bucking hips, swallowing each time the head was pressed into her throat. Her breasts moved with the rocking motion of the chair, faster until they began to hit the underside of her throat.

The robust movement of the sawing chair and the penetrations of each end of her helpless body ignited Brandy’s passion. Her pussy leaked with liquid excitement, coating the wooden shaft with a shiny sheen as it entered her vaginal cavity.

At the opposite end of her body, a mixture of natural spit and precum lubricated Titus’s hardened rod. She sucked hungrily, moaning at the alternate fillings of her body, feeding her desire for fulfilment.

She knew Titus and Jake were watching her. The men could see her sexually aroused and trapped body being rocked and penetrated. Her sleek nude figure was flushed and heated in a rosy glow. She was on show for them. Their eyes travelled unheeded over every bared inch, lingering on her most intimate parts. It thrilled her to think of it.

The wheels of the chair were surprisingly silent, but still the room echoed with sounds. Wet slurpy sounds as Titus pulled his shaft from her mouth, the deep moans emitted from her throat as she was plunged down on the wooden shaft.

The soft bounce as the chair was stopped by the brake and the wooden shaft slid deep into her body. Her eyes were half closed, but locked in with his as she underwent the ritual of the chair, showing him her excitement and submittance. The sparkle in her eyes made him grow stronger, his other side replaced completely by the dominant man in him. Powerful and relentless he fed on the sexual tension in the room, ever building to new heights.

Satisfied, he looked down at the luscious woman in his grasp. She rocked back and forth, claimed and taken from two sides, fulfilling the needs of the man that had taken his place in his body and mind.

With a grin on his face, distorted with the pleasure the warm, wet mouth of Brandy gave him. He started to slow down the movements of the chair until it came to a halt. With her lips just nestling the head of his member, the tip of the wooden phallus lodged still inside her heated tunnel, Brandy shuddered on the chair.

Her body throbbed after this unusual double fucking and she moaned in protest, a little bereft. She wondered what he wanted to do to her next. 

He took a step back, slipped his member from her lips and knelt down in front of her. He leant in and kissed her while his hands slid along her sides and moved in and cupped her breasts.

While he squeezed her soft mounds, letting them slip through his fingers until the tips folded around her hard nipples and tugged on them before releasing, he leaned in and kissed her half opened mouth. He caught her quickened breath and sucked it from her mouth mixing her breath with his in his lungs, taking a bit of her being and blending it, fusing it with his.

Her passion now flowed through his veins and he returned the rush of pleasure with his lust as he breathed back into her mouth. Immediately she writhed on the chair, the dildo still lodged inside her sex, pushing herself down as far as the straps allowed her to in answer to the sudden desire rushing through her veins, adding to her own carnal needs.

As he knelt in front of her and snogged her deeply. She responded, kissing him back and his hands caressed breasts a little harder. He fondled, groped and squeezed, making her moan and impatient. She wanted more and tried in her bounded state to push her breasts to him, and then back onto the shaft, wanting to be greedily fucked again.

Titus felt her impatience and frustration. Quickly Titus stood up, leant over her while his hard, wet shaft dragged along her neck, and let his hand land on her buttocks hard. A loud slap sounded through the room.

The spank served to heighten her sexual state, stinging yet pleasurable and exciting, reminding her - He was in control of this.
She yelped a little and a pleading “please” escaped her lips. She needed this man and fought to control her impatience for release.

“Keep still.”

Her soft yelp was overpowered by his harsh voice, the command clear and not to be mistaken. Brandy held still in the chair, forcibly relaxed her body, waiting for the next thing to happen. Slowly Titus stepped away from her and walked around to the back of her.

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.”   

Titus’s voice invaded her sex crazed brain. Her body screamed for release. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead as she fought a losing battle of mind over body.

She wanted to break out of the binds, to fuck the guy senseless, “You can’t cum yet,” Even his sexy command sent her teetering to the edge.

“Can’t you see what you are doing to me?” Her brain screamed in silent answer, frustration and irritation riding on the back of her unfulfilled need.   

The grunt emitted from her lips made Titus smile. The last thing she wanted to hear was his refusal to let her cum. She groaned in protest and impatience.
 
To reward her impatience, he raised his hand and let the palm land on her rosy cheeks, making them jiggle while the sound of the hand meeting buttock echoed through the room.

‘Slap’

It was then she realised Titus knew of her defiant feelings as the resounding smack landed on her bottom. It caused her cheeks to wobble teasing her body further. The shock of it landing on her heated body caused her to yelp a little.

The yelp was followed by a deep moan as he immediately turned up the vibrations of the egg inside her and felt the tremors through her inner walls cascade around his shaft. A buck of his hips and she was pushed away, leaving just the tip of his cock inside her before she was pulled back towards him and impaled on his member.

She felt that vibrating egg turned up in her anal passage and her libido rose more. He thrust hard causing her to slide to the end of his cock and began to fuck her at a more steadying pace. The sensations felt too good, her heart rate and breathing rate rocketed.

Again and again the chair moved forth and back, her hands clenched tightly around the handle bars, trying to counter the forceful pushes into her body. But she was helpless, defenceless in his hands and in the view of him and Jake.

He turned the egg up even higher and her greed for release was going to take over soon.

“Does he want me to disobey him, maybe he wants to punish me?”  Brandy’s excited brain was unable to think straight. Her body was taking over her mind. Female lust for her alpha male taking precedence over all else.

Again Titus felt her body start to tremble around him, sudden convulsions in her tight pussy telling me she was nearing that threshold again. The threshold of no return. Once she’d passed that point, he knew she would be unable to honour his demand, taken in the clenching grip of orgasm. And he wanted her there. Faster he moved the chair and turned the vibrations in her back side up to maximum!

A drawn out groan left her lips as she was taken deep, hard and furious. His own excitement started to follow hers as her breathing became shallower and the moans were an endless flow of noises and sounds coming from her half opened lips.

The chair did what it was built for, moving fluently, without much sound, able to withstand the force put on its joints and connections, forming the perfect vessel for Brandy’s body as he claimed her in this moment. She was his.

As he felt her body tense up further, her channel narrowed around him as she was directed with desire, his own desire started to rise beyond his control and he felt his own climax announcing itself when deep, strong waves of heat start to rip through his body. At last time he leant in, pulled her hard against his pelvis and whispered in her ear.

“You may cum when we’ve reached 5. Count out loud.”

Brandy felt him still the fucking, again whilst deeply embedded in her body. Her body throbbed in unfulfilled need. When he leant over, whispering those words in her ear and instructed her, she could cum on the count of 5, it drove her crazy. Her pussy pulsed and flooded around his cock. She held her breath.

He waited for her to nod quietly, then pushed her off his shaft, only to pull her back and pin her down on his member.

Maddeningly, he started to fuck slower, deeper and harder, AND it was the slowest count to 5, she had ever had to endure. She began to breathe again and counted aloud.

“One”

Her voice were soft whimpers, hardly audible as the air was pushed from her lungs with the strength of the impact. Again he pushed her off him slowly and pulled her back hard and fast, feeling her hit his pelvis and holding her there until she counted again.

“Two”

“Louder!”

The movement repeated, the push inside her intensified, her buttocks slapping against his skin. Her voice was stronger, louder now as she counted the thrusts into her body.

“Three”

Again the soft sound of rolling wheels as the chair was pushed off, followed by a muffled thump and a cry of pleasure.

“Four!”

Brandy felt Titus stiffen, close to release himself and as she reached 4, she felt the first spasms and shudders of release deep in her pussy. The excitement of reaching 5 was so close.

As he pushed her off a last time, brought to the brink of climax himself, he arched his back, tilted his hips and pushed her off him. His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of her hips and he felt her brace herself against the handlebars, anticipating the last thrust and the release that she had kept inside her all this time. Her body was screaming for that last push, her silent muscles trembled and shivered as Titus held her above him for a second longer. Then he pulled her back as hard as he could while he forced his hips forward and dived deep into her body.

“FIVE!”

At that magic number 5, spoken out loud, Brandy screamed at the strength of her orgasm. She felt relief that she could now let go. Spasms and jerks racked her body. Her mind and body spiralled out of control as her creamy cum gushed unfettered. She trembled and shook as wave after wave rippled and flowed and reached and invaded every biological cell.

Her cry was loud, high pitched and echoed through the room as she climaxed around Titus’s member and flooded him with her feminine joy. At the same moment, the iron grip around his own lust was released and with the growl of a tiger, he orgasmed and started to spurt his semen into her convulsing sex.

She felt Titus fill her with his semen as he too toppled over that same cliff into sexual fulfilment. Their union and bodily fluids mixed their magical ingredients.

The movements of his hips became erratic as he was driven by lust and instinct, pumping into her body as his cream shot deep into her channel. Brandy’s body helpless as it was overcome by pleasure, fucked and filled with his seed as he exploded his load into her body, panting, sweating and grunting her name.

She floated in to sexual oblivion, limp and drained of strength. The ride was totally amazing.

A last push, the last droplets of cum shot into her pussy and he refined the grip on his control again, pulling her spent body tightly against his pelvis and letting his hands slowly roam over her back and buttocks, soothing the red marks the palm of his hand left on her cheeks, caressing her hair with his fingers while they stayed connected.

The little cord protruded from her tight star was found by his fingers and the buzzing egg was slowly pulled from her behind. He reached down to tease her sensitive clit to prolong her spasms and climax. He delighted in her dancing and moaning body on his cock as she reacted and shattered around him.

The slow removal of the egg from her anus and his clitoris rub was so pleasurable to her. Lights exploded at the back of her eyes as he kept her on that ride and prolonged the joy of her orgasm.  When she began to climb down from its dizzy heights, she was barely aware of Titus’s sweet caresses or his sweet intimate kisses.

The egg eventually popped out of her body. It danced and moved on the palm of his hand before he shut it off and hung it over the side of the chair. A sigh of relief was released from her lips as she was freed from the buzzing form.

Then, as his legs stopped feeling like jelly, he stepped from between her legs and dragged his member from her tight clenched sex, a flow of their mixed juices drizzling from her pussy. Quickly he knelt and leaned in, collecting their mixed nectar and lapped it up from her battered sex.
With a mouthful of their juices, he walked around the chair, knelt before her and cupped her rosy face in both of his hands, placed his lips on hers and let her eager tongue slip into his mouth where he fed her their mixed juices little by little.

As he kissed her, looking into her eyes, she smiled and responded weakly, murmuring just one word, “Amazing.”  He continued to snog her deeply and she could taste their union as he fed her.

Locking her eyes in with his, he pulled his lips away from hers and smiled.

“You were a very good girl, Brandy,” she heard him say softly, through her tiredness, “But I haven’t finished with you 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.

There was stainless steel hand rails attached to the black marble walls in convenient places underneath the triple headed shower and they rested Brandy’s weak body against the wall. They guided her hands to the rails and carefully let her go.

Jake turned on the shower for her and as soon as the warm water hit Brandy’s body, her eyes closed, her lips turned in to a smile and her hands tightened around the grips on the wall, holding herself steady and upwards while the of water rinsed down the sweaty sheen of her silky skin.

She held on to the rail facing the wall. The contours of her back, buttocks and hips towards the men as the water cascaded over her.
The men admired her wet naked body for a few moments. They watched her, eyes lingering on her femininity, her slender figure and her beautiful hips.

Jake watched for a few moments longer than Titus, taking in his Boss’s body. Her beautiful soft breasts, her full rounded buttocks and trimmed red pubes. It wasn’t very often he found himself in this position and he savoured the moment. Brandy’s slim figure and the warm water cascading down her back as she supported herself on the metal rail. Her lovely fragrance on his hands and neck mixed with Safira’s subtle and very sexy lavender scent. It filled his senses, arousing him to the next level.

Then, satisfied she was able to care for herself, Jake retreated to join Titus and walked to the bed, finding Safira still tied to the bed posts, her face turned towards them, a sultry smile playing around her soft, beautiful lips.

Safira had watched the men unfasten Brandy’s restraints and help her to the bathroom on unsteady feet. She heard the shower turn on and she waited patiently. Safira’s heart beat at a quickened pace, thumping in her chest and she wondered what they had planned for her.

Alone, Brandy enjoyed the warmth of the water, feeling it cleanse and awaken her from her sexual stupor.

She reached for the body wash and shampoo and began to wash from the top of my head to the tips of her toes, ensuring every nook and crevice was thoroughly cleaned and presentable.

As she touched her body, her thoughts turned to that amazing chair and Titus’s awesome performance. “The man is a sexual genius,” she thought as reruns began to take over her thoughts and her body.

The shampoo and body wash frothed in the water covering her in white soapy suds. She undid and bent to remove her stockings and suspenders, throwing them over into the bath.

Then she let the water rinse her body down, shutting her eyes and enjoying the soothing effect, before repeating the whole process again.

At the final rinse, she was revitalised and the churning erotic thoughts ensured her body was willing and ready for more special male attention.

She dried herself, stood totally naked in front of the mirror and then began to brush her long auburn hair.

Titus and Jake returned to the harem and approached Safira. Both felt reassured Brandy was standing firmly in the shower and enjoying her shower. Jake was half a step behind Titus as they approached the four poster bed.  Safira was still strapped to the mattress and displayed in a very sensual pose.

Safira eyed them a bit nervous, she admired the men’s physiques. Both naked, toned and semi erect as they approached her. The lustful look in their eyes was obvious to see.

She didn’t want to let Jake down. She took a deep breath and smiled seductively.  Jake sat by her silently and undid her restraints. He placed a pillow on the floor. The silent instructions were crystal clear. He wanted her to play with both their cocks. 

Titus watched as Jake freed her from her ties and let the pillow fall to the floor. His eyes started glistening as he saw the looks exchanged and then Safira knelt down on the floor.

Needing no further instructions, Safira took their erect cocks in her hands and began to stroke the men slow and easy. This was new territory for Safira and they were in no rush. Titus let out a sigh of pleasure and moved in a little closer, the tip of his cock neared her lovely lips. She looked up at her man, Jake simply nodded.

Safira was knelt on the pillow, legs slightly apart as the two men took up their positions in front, but slightly at the side of her. Their cocks were level with her face. They were both fine male specimens, not that much difference in their width and girth.

She took a cock in each hand, and began to stroke in tandem, studying each one in turn. She opened her mouth a little, teasing them with her tongue as it slightly protruded between her teeth. She stroked upwards and let her thumb ease over their crowns, catching and smearing the tiny leaks of precum to lubricate her downward stroke.

A shiver ran down Titus’s spine when he felt her slender fingers fold around his member, watching her other hand do the same to Jake, a slow stroke up and down bringing both men back to full life.

Titus and Jake seemed to like the slow, steady rhythm of her teasing hands and her close inspection of their male hardness. She blew gently, letting her breath cool the glistening precum. 

Before Titus got a grip on his self-control, he’d taken a step forward, tempted by the promise of her soft, wet tongue. Safira’s lips looked wet and warm, her soft full breasts pressed against his thigh.

Titus pressed in closer, tempted by her teasing tongue. Silently wanting her lips to kiss and take him.
She glanced up at Jake, seeking his approval. He understood her query and nodded his approval.
She moved her lips to Titus’s hard rod and kissed his tip gently.

Safira began licking the underside of Titus’s shaft at the base moving up to the head then back down. With blood rushing in, Titus’s member started to throb, precum leaking from the tip, rubbed in by her quick, soft thumb. He looked down and saw the seductive smile, the beautiful lips of Safira slightly parted, the tip of her tongue sliding in and out, testing their discipline.

He had caught the exchange of looks, then he was forced to close his eyes as he felt her lips fold around the tip of his member, her tongue slowly circling and twirling around, the tip pressing into the little slit while she milked his shaft.

Jake could see she was nervous at first. She had only ever had two intimate relations, one was him, the other, too long ago to be important.
As she settled into licking a fresh and new penis, he saw her begin to relax and the beginnings of sweet lust was in her eyes. She squeezed Titus’s shaft harder and the head grew engorged with blood. Safira started long hot licks across the head, licking up his precum.

She moved her lips to Titus’s hard rod and kissed his tip again gently. She moved down to nuzzle into his gonads, taking in this new male scent. Safira’s senses reeled from the newness of it all, a different male interest and she found she was very attracted to him. The naughtiness of suddenly being naked and intimate with two good looking men gave Safira quite a thrill.

Her body responded unashamedly. Hot wet juices gushed to her sex. Her breasts swelled and peaked in sexual heat and interest.

She began to lick him enthusiastically, losing her initial shyness. She started at his base and licked upwards to his shiny head. She tasted the precum smears caused by her thumb earlier. He tasted delicious. She took her time licking his full length, slowly lapping him and then she eased her lips on his head. She sucked his leaking essence into her mouth, sucking softly. Her tongue found his tiny opening and she rimmed him, squeezing his cock to ease the liquid out and rolled it around on her tongue.

She took her time and enjoyed him. Then started a slow, tantalising head fuck, finishing her tease with a kiss to his crown.

She knew Jake was enjoying her tender care of Titus as she heard his groan and felt the fullness of his erection. She gripped him a little tighter and stroked a little faster, her thumb still danced over his crown, smearing him with his own natural male juice.  He liked watching her please another and she sucked Titus for all their pleasures.

Jake swayed a little, enjoying the sight of his Safira licking another man and the firm grip she had on his own excited cock.

Titus folded his hands behind his back, interlacing his fingers while he controlled his urges and found his centre, forcing himself to take deep breaths. He looked down to fully enjoy the eagerness Safira displayed as she licked and sucked on his shaft, pleasuring him to a new height of desire. Her breasts pushed against him with the movements of her head and he felt her peaked nipples drag across his skin. With a deep sigh he felt his shaft slip from her mouth when she turned to Jake and took his throbbing member deep in her mouth. Eyes locked in and he felt a deep sense of understanding between them as Safira pleasured her man. Her hand gripped tighter around Titus. She took Jake deep into her head, moving her fingers on Titus in the same rhythm as she moved her mouth.

When she swapped cocks she nuzzled Jake, taking in his sweet familiar odour. She wanked Titus’s cock as she licked Jake’s length and repeated her performance on him. Tasting him, licking him, enjoying him as well and ending with a slow head fuck and tip kiss.
Jake bit his lower lip as she took him into her mouth, her tongue ran along the underside as she sucked. Jake fought the urge to buck and thrust into her head.

She turned her attention back to Titus and she felt him stiffen and moan a little with sweet joy at her return.
Titus smiled as she returned to him and showed him her interest, taking him in hungrily, bringing his twitching member back to full readiness in seconds. When she took his private globes in her hand, his legs stiffened in an effort to control the rush of pleasure raging through his body, the buck of his hips just under control as he felt the head graze against the roof of her mouth.
With Titus moaning in delight, Jake slipped free of Safira’s hand and knelt behind her.

She moved her, now free, hand to explore and squeeze Titus’s bollocks as her mouth kissed and sucked his throbbing cock.