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 Sodome's bedtime The commune apartment belongs to me.  Crossing my large
bedroom, beside a beautiful bathroom which features colorful marble on the
wall, carpet on the floor, a massage bed and a whirlpool big enough for
three at ease, on the way to my bath, heighten my confidence.  Trish helps
me into the warm water before joining in.  Her delicate attentions, washing
me, stroke an amazing contrast with her anger subsequent to her
frustration, apparent in the prominence of her clit at the top of her slit.
For some strange reason she provides the best care when she is frustrated.
A touch of guilt, thought not enough to broach the matter with her, creeps
from inside.  I may exacerbate her need to get the extra attention.  I will
never say it to her.  Trish shared in the serenity she was giving Sodome.
The peace, emanating from Sodome satiated flesh, permeated her being while
her anger targeted Gabriella.  A soothing, mechanic, compulsion to get
Sodome's skin perfectly smooth with the brush replaced the engulfing love
Sodome absolute control of her had elicited in the beginning of her
relation.  Some remote part of her mind still hoped for a gratification
from Sodome for such a good girl.  Definitely any well-placed attention
would trigger an enthusiastic reaction.  I knew of her expectations, she
died to rub her sex against any appropriate surface, and made sure nothing
of the sort happened while she was smoothing all my skin.  I sent her and
her hidden fire between her legs, to prepare the bed and get my nigh
clothes while I relaxed in the bath.  The comfy king size bed loaded Trish
with emotion relating to the nice time spent in it holding Sodome.  The
blue drapes peaceful atmosphere contrasted the yellow floor energy.  Gloomy
she put her own bed at the foot as instructed.  Away from the proximity of
Sodome peace she was disappointed and angry at the taut swell, which
impression she hated, on the account that it turned her into a complete
puppet dependent and willing to please.  Sodome was right not to allow her
in the bed.  Her agitation would make for a bad sleep for both.  A last
whiff of anger exploded on Sodome sadistic behavior.  The bitch could fix
her so easily!  Taking her time, Sodome liked to soak for a while, she
carried a transparent nightgown back in the bathroom and dried her loved
tormentor with a very plush towel before helping her inside it.  Her desire
locked her gaze on Sodome move.  Noticing it, I turned to slap her bare ass
to encourage some restraint and said: "I'm so sorry it is so hard on you
but this is my choice.  I love you.  Please just put me to bed nicely. 
Gather yourself for now, three more days before your pleasure day.  I will
keep you on your toes till then.  It will be worth because that day you can
have it all." Mollified Trish smiled kissing my hand but the night will be
uncomfortable for her.  Submitting to my will, as a good slave should, she
opened the bed for me and cuddled me a little bit, going under the cover to
suck my clit.  Slumber took me in the middle of her slow tonguing.  Aching
for relief, the smell of Sodome cunt as well as the taste of her abundant
pubic hair adding to her misery, in the bed, Trish swollen clit powerfully
attracted her hand but the punishment would be swift if she indulged into
that.  Sodome may remove her pleasure day privilege.  Six month ago a very
strong caning from Sodome, punishing her for the same lapse, left her butt
burning for a full week.  She hated the fascination that forced her to
offer her tender flesh to the instrument.  For a long time Sodome, very
controlling, imposed on her a chastity belt and checked often her sexual
energy level.  The memories induced a burning sensation in her butt. 
Still, may be she could only rest her hand on top of her pubis to cuddle it
for a while.  Just warm her a little bit.  As long as she did not move
nothing will happen.  She should not get started.  The sooner she got
control the sooner she will be over it.  I must either get Sodome to
respect my rhythm or go away that is why I have to humor her one last time.
One last push of her will get her hand off her lower body.

   Gabriella pledge.

   The following day, the first Saturday of the lunar month, featured
Gabriella pledge renewal.  Sodome organized her house around the lunar
month.  Once a month each of her suitors renew their determination to serve
her more.  Each one of her lovers had his Saturday.  On Friday's it was
memory day when one of them in turn had to be as nude as possible outside
but decent, while keeping one single article of clothing at home all along
the day.  The game kept the atmosphere full of sexuality.  On Thursday,
chastisement day, Sodome made sure that they never forget than she could
redden their bottoms at will.  Expressing feeling was fine but they should
never forget the real power situation.  Otherwise she could not control the
terrible flare of jealousy between her lovers.  They must be convinced that
she would not hesitate if they stepped behind certain boundaries.  Each of
them had his assign week for each of those activities.  On Wednesday,
pleasure day let one of them receive pleasure from the other three.  Sodome
directed the scene.  When in the proper mood, she even put a hand or some
other body part at work.  Gabriella renews her contract on the first
Saturday.  On the third Friday her nude beauty draw in lot of visitors into
Sodome home.  The best looking of the commune she attracted equally both
sexes.  On the second Thursday at the end of dinner she humbled herself for
her Mistress very precisely presenting her bottom to Sodome for her
decision.  Due to Gabriella docile and eager to please nature Sodome seldom
used the privilege.  She was craving for the fourth Wednesday when she
received pleasure from the other, the only day when orgasm made a sure
appearance.  Any other time it was randomly distributed.  Sometimes, like
today, her wait could last for more than a week till she could not think of
anything else.  Other periods she let her come almost daily.  Well today
her contract was due for renewal.  Some people were invited to the
ceremony. Her job was to beautify the house and set the table.  Preparing
flowers bouquets for the evening, she considered what to say this time,
torn between the usual platitude of describing her actual service and a
more risky approach of opening her heart on her frustration and the
limitation of the relation but this was more for meditation Sundays than
for Saturday contract.  She was asking herself: do I have something special
to say this month?  Something I refused her or did not give completely?  Or
on the contrary some part of myself I need to protect.  I'm definitely
happy to serve in the house, to honor her body and to participate in our
sex games but I disrelish when too many people have access to me or when I
stay dry for a full week.  I hate being exposed blind folded in those big
parties like last week.  She was aware how much I hated it and worst it did
not made her so hot.  How could she dare?  All those sweet attentions after
and before, even keeping me in her bed, prove her guilt but I'd rather
eliminate both.  So I praise the service she let me give in the house with
the others members of the commune and her personal service.  I will not say
a word on the rest of the world.  May be she will leave it there.  If she
insists I defend some privacy.  If she demands I comply.  Should I complain
about the bossy attitudes of Jim and Trish?  No, too dangerous.  With that
I felt better: I knew what to say.  So we have seven people for dinner.  By
now I was setting the table with crystal glasses, green ceramic plates,
white mantel, blue small plates and two large yellow flowers bouquet. 
Sodome had put Marilyn, which soft skin I cherish, at her left.  She is
nice to suck: her taste is sweet also she knows how to thank me for my
services.  If only she could refrain from her mania to pinch my tits.  I
wish I knew how to get the idea out of her without looking like moving away
from her grasp.  Strange habit for someone I had to convince how much I
luxuriate in serving before she could accept it.  It took at least two hour
at her home without Sodome to convince her that I actually enjoyed sucking
her.  I forgot to mention that after spending half an hour in the presence
of an aroused body I was in need also.  Now she pushes me around.  May be I
should not moan when she pinch me.  Well, if I look hurt she will doubt my
devotion hence Sodome will be unhappy.  It may be better to just endure. 
When thinking of it, it may even have a positive impact on my sexual
energy. At her right sits Sinwar, a sweetie with two adorable slaves.  He
is so nice with them that I bet than he will make them babies soon before
going back to more normal sex life although polygamic.  It's a pity, such
an intelligent man, never tasted me since I'm sure I will enjoy it.  I
never came as a direct consequence of penetration but I do enjoy the ride
when I'm in the right state.  Near Sinwar was Fooka, a petite brunette
dominant woman not interested by her own sex, that appeared in the commune
life one year ago principally attracted by Jules.  Sodome lent him to her
at time.  Her men slaves, totally passionate in the beginning, do not stay
long.  In my eyes she burns them too fast while not giving them enough. 
Tarpion, a submissive male, sits near Fooka.  Sodome was playing
matchmaker. He must be all turn up at the idea of being a guest.  He
probably knows the purpose but he will not have any doubt left when he sees
his neighbor.  His hungry puppy looks on my legs tells his dream of fucking
me.  I'm not in any urgency there.  I will do it if Sodome asks but I will
not push for handing him that privilege.  Firenze is on the other side of
Tarpion.  Tarpion will have a choice.  I never saw Firenze doing anything
with a woman.  I wonder why he comes to Sodome's dinner.  One day I will
ask Sodome.  I had turn around the table; near Marilyn was Taylor, an
unknown guy, lots of match making tonight.  The table was set.  I went to
bathe and dress.  Neither perfume nor make up: tonight was natural mood.  I
could afford it with my vibrant smooth skin gleaming with a rosy taint
under the light.  My lips were red enough naturally plus it eliminates the
indelicacy of dropping lipstick on people sex.  As mundane as it seems the
issue is part of etiquette in those parties.  Nor would I have to refresh
myself after performing.  I garbed myself in well covering opaque bra and
panties.  Well they were such for me although from a lot of people point of
view those were quite skimpy.  One thing is sure: you could only guess my
crevices or my tits.  I strived for some privacy.  Sodome will understand
that it was not against her.  The simple thought of Sodome made me change
to a strapless bra leaving a touch of my precious tits visible.  A carmine
dress, which bare shoulders enhanced my cleavage, completed my attire.  In
the mirror, my offered breast, testified of my inability to protect myself.
I'm bent toward looking available.  At least I do have underwear under a
dress going to the middle of my thighs.  The panty will not be visible even
if I sat providing that I push the dress down which may look very silly to
many in my position but still, for me, this is progress.  I made it in time
for the evening assignment meeting.  Trish played majordomo.  I was
stationed in the dining room, serving wine, bringing plate from the kitchen
and helping clean up.  Three other slaves, belonging to the guest, will
help.  Orbone and Vosa, Sinwar slave, good looking, sweet females made a
very close couple working hard as a team, Vosa always following Orbone, to
keep additional females away from Sinwar.  They were very afraid of
Sodome's aura.  Everybody perceives the intellectual attraction between
those two.  As I said I would not mind if Sinwar came live here as well. 
Two masters would make for a very rare set up, but who knows?  I never had
a real talk with them; nevertheless I imagined that this kind of
arrangement would not be their first choice by far.  Milletin, Firenze
slave, a middle aged tall men, will bring his needed efficiency with the
work.  His master called on him pretty often but as soon as he had a minute
he would come back to moving the service.  He seems to enjoy the job.  When
away from Firenze eyes he is interested by my shapes.  I always gave him
the best view I could to thank him for his contributions only I would not
let it go any further except under orders.  We never had even a word beyond
work needs or basic politeness.  Definitely he would fuck me with joy if he
ever has a chance to.  Jules, the chef, will not come out of the kitchen
till after dinner when everything would be put away.  Jim will bring the
food and move the bulk of thing between the kitchen and the dinner room. 
For now Jim was helping Jules do the cooking.  Before dinner I was to usher
the guests to Sodome in the living room where Trish was serving
refreshments.  The guest arrived, drank, then Jules called for Sodome to
have dinner.  The evening was flowing nicely.  Everybody was seated for
dinner.  Serving wine to Sodome offered an occasion to slip her fingers
under my panties, meanly pinch my clit and tell me with a harsh voice: go
ask Sinwar to remove them.  Well here goes my protection though a blushing
me.  Not wearing any would have save me an aggravation.  The only cheering
event was the look on Orbone face.  I turned to Sinwar: "Sir, would you
please remove my panties for me." He grinned widely: "With pleasure, my
Lady" Courteously I lifted my skirt to facilitate the operation.  His hand
plunged inside my panties, grabbing me while pulling the clothing down to
the cheers of the dinners.  Unfortunately for my honor, the influx of
animation, due to the humiliation, glisten on my smooth lower lips.  After
that the groping increased because people checked for themselves the
permanency of which they had only too short a glimpse.  Tarpion jump on his
chance to warm his fingers in my cave while I was serving him his meat. 
The evening, animated by conversation about meaning of the world, the last
sex toys, godes versus the real thing, the last domination's parties
extravaganza, famous houses and obviously the study of what tickle
submissive or dominant into this strange position, provided a lot of well
being.  Sinwar was explaining: "Submissive females reach vaginal orgasm
more easily than dominant ones' because a woman orgasming under a cock
claims her need.  On the other hand man's orgasm comes so cheap that it
does not alter the power balance.  Often a man will give less importance to
the quality of the flesh that surrounds his organ at the time of orgasm
than a female to the intensity of what is filling her.  As a consequence
when she comes hard by way of his energy she feels obligated to him while
when he comes with perfect surrounding she thinks that he can get that
anywhere.  It could be an exotic consequence of the almost universal belief
that men are supposed to make woman come.  What is easy to obtain brings no
power in.  For example almost anybody could lick a person out of their mind
as a consequence it is used as a bounty from a top to a bottom or a proof
of love from a slave to a dominant." Sodome intervene: "If this was true
then the natural order of the world would be dominant men.  A dominant
women could not have a satisfying coitus with her male slaves." "You would
have to completely trust your power on your bottom to take from him at the
time of your pleasure." "Why would you have submissive males if females
were so much in need of dominant men?" Convinced that Sinwar was taking his
dreams for reality, Sodome choose to ignore the lack of completeness of her
own pleasure via a real man's organ.  "Some men, disconnected from power,
like the play and the beauty of the scene.  Look at our surrounding.  They
prefer licking boots in a beautiful setting to freedom with a boring sex
life.  They relish in the security of tongue power, having renounced to
bring orgasm to woman with their cock." Sodome hated the turn of the
conversation: submissive males were wimps against the natural order and
submissive woman were at their place.  What about her, a dominant woman?
"Then tell me what about me?  I cannot reach complete pleasure then? 

Did not you see me taking pleasure?" Sinwar noticed that she was pretty
angry with him but he liked to challenge her.  "Well I'm not in your body
but who can be sure that a woman reaches her full potential?" He was
insisting for a good whipping.  "Lots of men cannot make strong woman come
so they settle on easier one.  Would not they find a much better place to
shoot into?" "Well there is a simple way to settle the issue." The pathetic
worry on Osborne face scared me.  Fortunately, for her, Sodome did not jump
into it.  "All this talk to create a pretext to fuck me!" I died of putting
my world into the why of submissive woman but I knew to keep quiet when
serving.  I focused on the warm nice hand moving all over me.  Sinwar's
slave must be devising some scheme to prevent that challenge from
happening. After the chocolate mousse dessert, a big hit, the party moved
to the living room.  We, slaves, finished cleaning up before joining our
Master's in the living room.  It was my time to present my offering to
Sodome.  I knelt in front of her till I got her attention.  It took longer
than usual.  She made me pay the panties.  Finally Sodome noticed me: "Here
you are.  It is definitely time for you to renew your submission but I
sense a hesitation.  Are you sure you have the resolve for it?" My voice
was full of determination.  "Yes Mistress." "Then before you do, would you
please remove your bra?" I blushed again but did unzip my dress to remove
the bra.  Not daring to put the dress back I stayed nude at her feet
producing a bad start for my plan to preserve something.  "Thank you, for
the sight of your turf.  You are so tantalizing completely nude that I
should have you more often in this state." Sodome, turned on by Gabriella
radiating sexual shame, this mix of arousal and constraint, sampled her
guests.  Marilyn's eyes were brightening.  Sinwar focused his glaze on
Gabriella's leg junction.  Was there pearling moisture?  She holds her
knees too close to be sure.  Men were much easier to read.  This was a
confrontation.  They all knew Gabriella.  They never saw her in an
aggressive mood but this was it, she was going to confront her Mistress and
receive her due.  Nobody doubted the issue of the showdown.  Gabriella was
dependent, her nature deeply submissive.  She had to get used to be shown.
She was so beautiful.  "I rapture myself in serving your body in your
house. I hope you will let me give you pleasure.  I will suit you on a
single sign from you.  I love you and the members of your house.  I'm proud
when I can get my lips on your person and ecstatic when present at your
climax.  I will serve you well, with joy and attention." Tense and
sweating, utterly uncomfortable, I confronted her obvious wish of a
complete submission.  My head lowered, deeply aware of my nudity, I waited
for her answer, already regretting the limitations of my statement.  "You
choose to cover too much dear.  I'm not sure I can restrict your services
to myself.  You do not have to serve this month.  Take a vacation.  You may
come back next month." Exactly what I was not ready to accept.  I
staggered. I looked at Sodome pleading.  "Please Mistress I must serve you.
I enjoy even my embarrassment when it arouses you.  I got a kick when you
had me remove my underwear at the beginning of dinner and now when you
force me to bare my body.  It stirs me up, please check me up." Opening my
knees, I advanced my hips, to ease the review of my plight.  Her index
leisurely traced the split at the base of my body.  "Well if you lust for
me to shame you, say it then.  At this point honesty forces me to inform
you that if you do persist in requesting me as your mistress I will have to
punish you." "Sodome I love you, I will do anything you whish.  I will
suck, present myself to be fucked or receive punishments, I will abase
myself in any way you suggest.  Please take me." "Then you can serve me."
"Thank you Mistress" "Get me the nipple clamps tray." Walking through the
room, all eyes on me, I cringed.  I had made it.  The immediate future
promised much worst than a pinch here or there.  I hated it nipple
clamping. It really was hurting.  Now there was no way to escape.  The
inevitable wetness will attract people to pinch my tits even more.  Well
let's stop bitching.  I will focus on the need of it for now.  She may let
me come.  I will give her the best a slave can give.  That resolution
comforted my heart.  I undulated my hips holding my head straighter to
enhance the volume of my torso.  Sinwar clapped.  He said aloud.  "Now she
will give us a really good time, congratulations Sodome." Bowing to present
the tray to Sodome, I accepted my shame, offering the best curve on my
breast and undulating my body, the image of pleasure, to wag my swollen
front slit for the crowd.  They discussed of the merit of each clamps while
various hands held my breast.  I had some pinches.  Someone was working my
clit.  I crave to moan.  I was going to leak ignoring whose hand was there.
The cunt reaction proved the wrongs for each bitching.  Finally they agreed
on a pair of large black clamp.  Marilyn, enthusiastic since the change in
Gabriella's body posture, insisted to place them.  The first one wraps its
claw around the delicate protuberance.  I was getting ready for the sting.
Stop said Sodome; we need to blindfold her so she cannot anticipate the
sting.  There is more fun like that.  Marilyn furthered the menacing claws
and ebulliently laced her scarf around my eyes.  Exposed, standing and
surrounded by an ecstatic crowd but sightless, irrigated my lower body with
subtle current ending in my clit, probably swollen to the size of a
football.  Some hand was tapping my breast.  Sinwar felt a charge of energy
arising from Gabriella body into his groin.  Her face contracted when
Marilyn hand stroke her whole breast.  Suddenly there were so many hands on
Gabriella that she went wild, punishment forgotten.  A question came to her
mind.  How come I hated so much to be offered to the crowd last time?  The
sting happened.  I screamed an animal reaction to the hurt but the gush of
feeling in my breast spawn another gush lower.  After a while the sting was
less stringent but my stupid sex was giving even more.  Recovering from the
sting, priming myself for the second, it was just strokes.  They may have
decided that one was enough.  Surrounded by their joy at my posture the
click to submissive space become total and I craved for my Mistress in my
mouth.  I smelled those hard dicks, those enlarged pussy lips and vulvas. I
heard a voice: "I have to take her." I was guided to some place. 
Responding to a tap on the back of my knee, I was half way to kneel, when
the other clamp stung.  Again, caught totally unprepared, I screamed,
crying under the scarf.  That was what I hated but the memory of my
Mistress pleasure kept everything upside down.  I bent and offered myself
to the hands whose pressure moved my bottom cheek apart to gently grease my
anus.  The smooth handling heaved me back in a warm space filled by the
charm of having my back hole brushed.  The light touch around the muscle at
the core of my fluttering posterior washed away the pain on my tits.  The
playing went on for a little while till some hard cold tool was inserted. I
was disappointed, where was this guy which wanted to fuck me?  I did not
wait long.  My cleft was open for his penetration.  I squalled when the
thing made its way toward my center.  I must be on a presentation chair: A
specific sort of stool which purpose was to make it easy for multiple
people to use simultaneously various body apertures while displaying
properly the subject.  Lower in front, higher in back, a well-padded
armature supported suitably separated legs and the sides.  Some straps were
holding my belly leaving the breast hanging in air.  Some were for front
presentation; another sort was bent for back, like the one I was on now. 
My mouth, well positioned for somebody sitting at the front although with
little liberty for a good suck, met a very eager clit smelling like
Marilyn's.  I did the job with gusto.  I loved being where I was and I
remembered hating it ten minutes ago.  I was so full, stung and excited by
Marilyn noise than I was going to loose my mind.  Sodome was such a good
domina to have me go crazy with sensations while being abused.  If only she
was interested only by me.  May be this is why I had to revolt so she could
set me back in place.  My butt and vagina muscle worked together to keep
the dick warmed, sucked and engulfed.  Who ever it was, its agile, well
sized and vigorous humping provided a deep satisfaction.  Could it be
Sinwar thrusting in me?  He had never fucked me before.  Orbone must be
crazy with jealousy.  For him I made my vagina membrane tight velvet around
this large cock.  Still he was not coming, reserving himself for later.  I
was disappointed with his restraint.  He may be waiting for me and I was
not going to come through there.  I never had found my G-spot nor had a
vagina launched orgasm.  Should not I be more faithful, may be this was my
day?  I rarely had been so excited by a dick.  Marilyn too reserved her cum
although her swollen sex, full of slippery liquid jiggled eagerly.  I
entered a down slope.  Pitiless the sexes left me for some better target.
Requested to free the chair for some other female, I was made to stand with
my hand, on a chair, to keep me in balance.  The clamps, a nasty pinch for
now, made me fear the future moment when someone was going to open them. 
The party kept going around.  I was alone in a crowd having fun.  I could
not keep up.  I burnt too fast.  Someone was doing something to my breast.
I braced for the ache of the clamp removal but nothing happened.  Where was
Sodome?  I was trying to hear her.  A moment ago I was at the center of it.
Now I was lonely jealous of the other body on the chair.  I had no groping,
nor pain.  The exclusion brought tears to my eyes.  Somebody fasten
something to the clamps.  I braced for the added weigh.  The satisfaction
from the attention overpasses the light tingle in the nipple by.  I felt
refreshed.  Suddenly my nipples were jolted, I screamed.  They got me
again. It was a chain.  I heard Marilyn voice: "You are so sweet when you
suffer.  I'm all aroused playing with you." She guided my hand toward her
genitalia encouraging my finger within her to discover her obvious
interest. She whispered: "Just for you.  Come with me" I was so relieved.
She still wishes to play with me, strange how the same breast pinching can
be for the worst or the better.  Marilyn dragged me with the chain.  I
followed my own bust wincing with each bump.  The tension stopped.  I was
directed toward the floor.  I knelt again, a pillow under my knees.  Her
soft hands on my head steered my kisser toward her needy bud.  "It is much
better like that.  You can better suck me and I feel much more comfortable.
I did not know that I could be so attracted to women.  Go for it Gabriella,
Give me a good suckle." I worked on it with all my gallantry.  Her
resulting frenzy appeared as a big reward.  She clamored for a large gode.
Some people grouped around us to share the happening.  I felt so good
again. I had forgotten the clamps.  Marilyn removed them at the height of
her pleasure, drawing a high-pitched scream out of me which high notes
mixed with the deep grunts from her orgasm.  She came powerfully abandoning
her clit to my lips and her vagina to my hands holding the gode.  Why did
not I bite her instead of caressing her?  How strange it was to give
pleasure to somebody that give you pain in exchange!  How trustful Marilyn
was to abandon her body to me while hurting me.  She was totally sure that
I was not going to bite her or force the gode stronger!  She was totally
sure of my submission in the face of such a pain.  It was very wild.  I
thanked Marilyn for the attention she lavished on me.  I was kissing her
feet and her shank, letting her relax after her come.  Marilyn hand was
resting on my head.  The tumult was winding down; most of the coming must
have been done.  I was left with a swollen area.  I heard Sodome voice:
"All slaves go freshen up.  Get out of any clothes you have left.  We
demand total nudity.  Wait outside of the room till the door opens."
Marilyn took the scarf out.  She smiled and hugged saying: "Thanks to you
for my best come in a long time.  Sodome won't be jealous.  She lent you to
me while you were waiting holding that chair." I went to the kitchen sink,
all bathroom were busy, to pass some water on my face.  My tits were still
very sensitive.  They will be for at least a couple days.  The arousal was
fighting with exhaustion for control.  I went back to get my place in the
line up.  The doors opened for our seven bodies three males, four females
totally nude.  Seven pair of eyes fixed on us.  Sodome said: "You have
served us well.  We, dominants, are satiated.  Our hearts burn to give you
some of the peace if only you can receive.  I will lead you on the path we
know to physical serendipity.  Use my voice to traverse the ether toward
the body bubble.  Not only can I show you the way only if your desires
carry me but we must stay together all along.  Dance on the music, people,
dance, move those articulation, let the light play its magic on those
gracious limbs, the supple muscles of your thighs and bottoms, those smooth
skins and let the sexual energy fill those swollen pubic areas and those
hard dicks.  Imagine the reflections, the aggregate of submission, hope and
fear that you are sending us.  Look at us to see how much we need you. 
Bare your real feeling beyond your bodies so we can pour our thanks onto
them.  We know who you are.  We see your weakness and your strength better
than you can ever conceive.  Show me your secret place in your mind.  Give
me expressive faces: lewd, annoyed, angry, tired, baffled, frustrated, sad,
hopeless or excited.  Whoever you are show it to me at the same time you
exhibit your blossoming sexual intimacies.  Yes I detect some good thing,
more, move your body in the same tone of feeling.  Reach harmony between
your faces and your bodies.  Use your throat to talk or to groan.  Tell me
your dream or shout your state.  Yes, more, more.  Larger move, exaggerate
your face, exaggerate your move, hold your hands.  Thrust your hips toward
me.  Now is the time to be shamelessly promiscuous.  Face yourself two by
two.  Mimic lovemaking.  Move those dick, full of juices, thought the air.
We thank your snake of sweaty bodies for the plenitude inhabiting our gang.
We, who likes to receive, would be nothing without you who strive to give.
Be together.  Search for a common ground.  Watch your moves and
expressions. Copy your neighbor exaggerating the intention.  Yes you are
synchronizing.  I can read lechery, lust, anger, self-hatred and
disappointment.  Let our orgasm carry you.  Call back the memories from the
pleasure of giving, the smell, the moans and the urging pushes of your
masters' sex.  Yes it is coming.  Focus on that side of your condition. 
You are givers: dance the giver dance, move the giver body.  Give us
submission, nudity and shame.  Make a line again.  Touch the sex of your
partners on the right and the left.  Move, give, receive, enjoy, burn,
ooze, and leak.  Let those two hands agitate your juices.  It is coming. 
Present your intimates folds.  The beauty of those small rosy buttons
piercing under the junction of those female labia's is pure lust.  Advance
them for us.  It makes you hot to offer, to be available and obedient.  Yes
keep moving together.  Don't leave anybody behind.  Think about your
bystander need.  Move those hands in the right place at the perfect speed
with the perfect touch.  Yes you are doing it.  We are past non-return
point.  You will come all together.  Hold your hands again.  Keep your
energies.  Gabriella has a special treat because a grateful Marilyn
demanded to suck her.  Put one hand on your sex and use the other to link
with the masturbating hand of your neighbor.  We still have some way before
the explosion but trust my voice to lead you there.  It will happen.  We
have time and gratitude to bestow upon you.  You immensely pleased us.  You
have surmounted the negative to turn the humiliation into pleasure.  Enjoy
the positive.  You have earned that sensation.  Stay together; move slowly
on the rhythm of the music.  Find your fiery button, that spot where it is
really hot.  Wet your hands, grab those dicks between your thumbs and index
and rub, brush them, scratch them, smooth them.  Love your own sex and
surround your neighbor.  Move the foreskin, follow the other hand.  You are
a beautiful line beamed toward pleasure.  I hear your breath and savor the
ascent of the energy deep into my groin.  We are getting closer.  Do not
accelerate yet.  Let your hand follow the music lightly on your pleasure
sticks." Gabriella was in heaven.  One hand, close to Marilyn mouth playing
with her, helped direct the tender attention that was definitely worth any
pinch of any sort.  Her radiating face and dripping cunt pour satisfaction
into Sodome.  Gabriella other hand was turning Jim masturbation act into a
shared love event.  They had a good deal there.  She was moaning.  He was
too.  Her weak knees call to the floor Marilyn was holding her while her
tongue was lapping Gabriella clit.  It was the plateau before climax: a
long harmonious one.  Sodome was still leading.  "Yes you are ready. 
Incorporate a little more energy.  Move faster.  I love the sight of your
eyes and mouths under the mounting wave.  Stay together.  It is hard to
stay together and share when the volcano is bursting from inside.  It is
near but still the lava has not reach the bottom of the outside canal. 
Givers do not close you.  You take with one hand but you give with the
other one.  Yes deeper, slowly deeper with each beat of the music. 
Stronger, push stronger, rub stronger, pat stronger jerk those hips.  We
thank you for the obscene beauty of all this desire.  Ready to wait, it is
going to be great we are almost there.  Don't fret; I will know when you
are all ready.  I know you all.  I can read you like a book.  I'm your
Mistress.  You show yourself to me all the time body and soul.  Keep
moving, touch the other too, get on the organs, share your fingers, let me
hear more, more, faster, faster, soon, one more minute for me, I like it
too much.  It is one of my dreams.  Chef d'orchestre of your bodies,
waiting for my words, craving for my permission, for my lead, wait, please
I like it too much, your hunger ripple through my stomach, soon you will
come.  Imagine that lava accumulating into the deep of your bellies.  You
are ready, faster, closer, oh Yes, Yes, let it go.  Award me with sperm,
convulsions, spasms and tremors.  I want you to enjoy the lava flowing out
thought your sexes.  Yes you followed my voice.  Rejoice.  Thank you."
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