Dani and Andy were waiting for a limousine to take them to the Rites of Spring party. They were two of the early arrivals; only a few other people were waiting. All the men and women were elegantly dressed as they milled about the downtown garage whose deepest subterranean level had been closed to the public; Andy wondered why he couldn’t see any "slaves" or "mistresses" in their finery, but kept his query to himself. Dani amused herself by giving him heated, hungry kisses in between popping him in and out of trance, just to keep both of them primed for what promised to be a sexually fulfilling and exhausting two days.
When the limousines arrived, they climbed in one and were joined by another couple, slightly older, but both were attractive. Andy got an answer to his earlier question when the woman began to remove all of her clothing, shielded from public view by dark, mirrored windows. The man fastened a collar around her neck and asked, "Would either of you care for Amy to service you?" with nonchalance. Amy bowed her head silently in an obvious display of submission.
Dani noticed how Andy’s eyes widened at the easy, matter-of-fact way the man treated the woman; then she realized that he had only seen female dominants. She put a fresh Capri 120 in a holder and waited a couple of seconds for Andy to light it. After rolling the smoke around in her mouth, she exhaled leisurely and casually replied, "My pet needs some excitement. Oral will do nicely, I believe." She took another regal drag and gave her very shocked fiancé an inflammatory look. The next sounds in the limo were of a zipper being pulled down, and a soft, moaning sigh of pleasure. Dani watched as Amy carefully, skillfully worked over Andy’s expanding cock while she smoked to increase his arousal. "That’s enough," Danielle calmly said after finishing her cigarette. Amy returned to her master’s side, leaving Andy hard, frustrated--and in Danielle’s power: she had gathered his aura to keep him quiet. Dani was not going to let him be an ill-trained slave tonight. She thanked the other man in the limo for the use of Amy, and the two couples finished the ride in silence.
This year’s location was a warehouse in an industrial park a half-hour outside the city. "So no one can hear our screams of ecstasy, darling," Mistress Susan explained when asked why the remote location. She moved easily among the guests, dressed in crotchless black leather pants and matching halter. Since everything seemed to be going well at the moment, Susan worked her way over to where Danielle and Andy were standing. The three of them were having a quiet, non-sexual discussion when Robin entered the room to an accompanying hush. Neither her father nor her nanny were with her. The teen was wearing a skirt that was slit to the hip, displaying a spectacular leg each time she took a step; it also showed that she was not wearing anything underneath. Her top had a tailored neckline that left little to the imagination; even though she was not a particularly busty girl, Robin had picked an outfit that showed her chest off to her best advantage. There was no question that she was a dominant; she walked with an easy, sensuous and confident stride, carrying an unlit Capri 120 in a long black holder, inspiring open looks of lust and desire from those she passed. Her excitement was also obvious; her nipples were showing through the sheer crimson of the bodice.
Susan, Dani, and Andy were speechless as she joined their group. Each was too busy thinking of the marvelously lewd things that they could do with the gorgeous girl. "Light," Robin pleasantly snapped at Andy, who provided the demanded service. The teen rewarded him by taking two long, deep drags on the holder, exhaling each time with the exotic, erotic care that drove him crazy. Both Danielle and Susan saw the instant change in Andy’s aura, with Dani getting a little aroused herself from his sexual excitement via the deeper bond they shared. "Thank you, Andy," the young dominatrix proclaimed. "Would you please bring us drinks and some snacks?" He nodded, unable to speak, but very excited, and left the three women in a hurry.
"Oh I love doing that to him," Robin giggled, reverting to her normal teenaged self. She gave the other two women hugs and kisses on the cheek. "I guess you’re wondering why I’m here alone. I told dad and Mrs. Cutler to stay home--he’s being punished. And he loves it," she smiled. "I can’t tell you how much better my life has been ever since... well, you know." They exchanged small talk for a bit until Susan excused herself to resume her hostess duties. Robin looked around for Andy, who was now mixing a drink, then motioned Danielle closer. "I wanna borrow Andy for my part of the show," the young girl whispered.
Danielle blinked. Robin was going to be part of the floor show? She looked at the bluest eyes in the prettiest face... and had an inspiration. "Sure," she casually replied, pausing dramatically before finishing, "but it’s going to cost you, my dear." Dani gave Robin the most sultry gaze and pose she could muster.
The blonde got the message. "Yes--Mistress Danielle," Robin answered demurely in a whisper. Dani’s clit pulsed, and she struggled to maintain her own dominant posture--Andy chose that moment to reappear, which made it easier. Danielle wondered how it would feel to watch someone else dominate her fiancé--someone without the power, no less. Susan didn’t count--Andy had been in aura thrall. She knew, however, that he would serve Robin with a great deal of excitement. In exchange for that, the girl would be Dani’s for a while.
Tricia came over to the group, giving chaste hugs to all and joining in the conversation. Her presence also created an entertaining set of dynamics: while Tricia did not make a pass at Andy, her body language clearly indicated her interest. Surprisingly, Robin was the one who responded to the non-verbal challenge; she drew closer to him. As for Danielle, she had been taking every opportunity to discreetly scan the room for potential partners even though she had been holding Andy’s hand throughout. Now she felt much less guilty over her plans to abandon him for the evening, since Andy had Robin’s interest, and Tricia’s too. Then there was also Susan to consider. He was going to be adequately taken care of. The doors to the makeshift theater opened, breaking up the discussion. Tricia went one way, and Robin another at the entrance, leaving Danielle and Andy to find a place to sit together. As soon as they sat down alone on a sofa, she gave him a long, passionate kiss. "Remember Andy, no matter what happens tonight... I love you," she said as she snuggled against him.
The lights dimmed shortly thereafter, also acting as a dimmer on the miscellaneous chatter from the audience. A man in a tuxedo came on-stage, took the microphone and made some introductory remarks. Dani cuddled closer to Andy, quickly losing all interest in the goings-on. She woke with a start at the sound of Susan’s voice and checked her watch. It had been twenty minutes since she had dozed off. "Members of the Circle, honored guests, and pets, I take great pleasure in presenting our newest member to you. Please welcome--Mistress Robin!" Danielle snapped to full alertness as one of the major objects of her desire stepped onto the stage to many cheers.
"Hi," the teen hesitantly began, silencing the room. "I’m--ummm--happy to be here as a member of the Circle for the first time." Scattered cheers. "I wanna thank Mistress Susan for helping me discover the joys of this... and I thank all of you for not treating me like a baby," she continued, drawing louder, more consistent cheers. A woman behind Danielle told her date that "the poor girl’s father is such a hypocritical, sick ass. I’m glad he’s not here tonight." Robin held her hands up to ask for quiet. "So..." She paused, looking a little nervous. "I’m going to perform for all of you--with the help of somebody special." The audience shifted in their seats, wondering who could be so lucky. "Andy," Robin announced, her voice and manner infused with authority, "come here."
Andy’s shock, fear, and panic hit Danielle like a tidal wave. The public aspect of this had washed away any of his sexual interest. She immediately put him in thrall and sent him to the stage. No slave of hers was going to run away from a superior’s command. Dani released his aura when he was standing on the stage in front of Robin; she was prepared to recapture it at the slightest sign of disobedience from him.
Robin had picked up a cigarette and holder. "Light, slave," she said in a melted-butter voice. Andy complied instantly. Danielle felt his attraction to Robin increase and gain even footing with his embarrassment, leaving him at an emotional stalemate. That equilibrium didn’t last very long; the gorgeous girl took a long, deep drag, then exhaled in her obviously practiced manner. Andy’s desire intensified significantly, causing Dani to memorize Robin’s (no, Mistress Robin--the change in her was quite obvious) smoking style for future use on her fiancé. "What would you do for me to please you, my slave?" the young dominatrix sultrily, breathily asked.
"I--I--would do..." Andy hesitated as his embarrassment made a valiant effort to overcome the still-growing lust for Robin. Danielle was enjoying the view that only she had of his internal battle through their metaphysical connection; in a way, she was getting two shows for the price of one. "Anything for my Mistress," he exhaled. Dani settled back to watch what Mistress Robin was going to have him do; the blonde had Andy tied up by the fetish.
Mistress Robin’s first command was simple enough. "Undress." While the tone of voice was light, the imperative nature of the word was plainly evident by Robin’s posture and gaze. When Andy was naked, his temporary mistress bound his hands behind his back and around a tall pole, rendering him unable to move towards Robin or touch himself. Mistress Robin put a fresh, long, white cigarette in her long black holder and lit it, slowly walking back and forth in front of her helpless submissive. Dani was getting turned on by the scene. Her fiancé’s rapt attention to the very sexy Mistress Robin, and the lengthening of his untouched, unrestrained cock sent flashbacks of their last lovemaking through Dani’s mind and body. Robin was teasing him and the audience, displaying some of her skin, emphasizing the curves of her wonderful body with sensuous ease as she would stop to pose. Danielle briefly wondered if anybody else present could tell that Andy was being affected on a deeper level, but dismissed the thought since several nearby males were also aroused by the stage show. She watched the teen finish her Capri, taking slow, deep inhales, holding the smoke and tilting her head back. Then, dreamy-eyed, she would exhale half the smoke slowly through her nostrils before pursing her lips to lazily expel the rest. The deliberate fashion in which Mistress Robin did everything and her carefully timed posing was sending Andy into a state of extreme need.
Mistress Robin finished her smoke and casually ejected it into a nearby ash stand. "Did you like the show, my slave?" The teen’s voice had noticeably thickened. Andy whimpered affirmatively. "So did I," she throatily chuckled and pushed on his shoulders. "Kneel before me." Dani watched Andy sink to his knees at the satin-smooth, warm-honey directive and inhaled quickly--the scene was definitely getting to her. The girl caressed his face tenderly, then unfastened her skirt, leisurely stepping out of the fallen garment, revealing her perfect legs to all. She carefully picked it up and calmly folded it in front of Andy, his face only inches away from her pussy. "Since you have been so well behaved, I think that I can untie you now," the young dominatrix cheerily offered. Danielle felt a little bit of pride as her pet remained impassive on his knees, awaiting his mistress’ next command. He was the model of a patient, well-trained slave, not stirring while Robin undid his bonds. "Start from the bottom..." Mistress Robin huskily ordered.
Andy began to worship Robin, his fear and humiliation shoved aside by the gorgeous teenager’s expert manipulation of his fetish. She knew exactly how to make him hot; after all, he had taught her. His tongue circled her left ankle, which drew a loud sigh from her: that was something she had taught him. "Hands--Mmmmmm...." Robin purred as he lightly traced a line from her ankle to her knee along the inside of her leg with his index finger. Andy did not look up: worship was a deferential endeavor. He kissed and nibbled his way up his mistress’ other calf. He nipped just above and behind her knee, forcing a yip of pleasure out of her, sliding his hand caressingly from her ass in a downward spiral around her inner thigh. He was teasing her now--raising her arousal to match his own, setting her on the edge so that the barest lap would push her into the orgasm she desired. However, his mistress did something very unexpected: she pulled away and casually walked over to a nearby table. Disappointed, Andy fought himself, and managed to suppress any display of emotion. He sat back on his heels, not daring to look at her, waiting for and wanting his mistress.
Mistress Robin signaled for a stagehand and whispered something to him. This delay puzzled Dani and a few others in the audience, but the room stayed quiet in anticipation of what was to happen next. The stagehand returned with a soft chair and placed it in front of Andy at the young dominatrix’ direction. She whispered "Andy," to get him to look at her, but didn’t head for the chair immediately. Instead, Robin chose to light another cigarette, place it in the long black holder, and smoke in the same deliberate fashion as earlier. This sent a ripple through the crowd; not only for Andy’s kneeling, silent and undivided attention, but also for Robin’s obvious self-control. Danielle overheard several murmurs of admiration for his training, which made her feel very good. She also got a vicarious thrill from knowing that among the audience, she alone had the most complete picture of what was unfolding on the stage. Robin’s teasing display of her impressive physical assets combined with her excellent manipulation of Andy’s fetish had charged her fiancé’s lust with a frantic energy. The resonance from his aura was making Danielle extremely wet and horny as all hell. There was no way she was going to stop monitoring.
Mistress Robin looked down at her kneeling, completely attentive slave, so close to orgasm she could taste it in the back of her mouth. The power she held at the moment--not just over Andy, but the audience as well--was incredibly thrilling. Andy’s cock was hard as stone, and she hadn’t even touched him! He wanted her and she could feel it, even without seeing the obvious sign of his desire. She felt so strikingly sexy as she took another slow, deep drag, posing sensuously, a picture of herself in her mind’s eye... then she abruptly realized how much smoking for Andy turned her on. Robin took a deep breath to calm herself down; she was almost dripping on the stage. After taking a luxurious, deep drag and closing her eyes to savor the moment and the mental images dancing in her head, the teen turned her blue eyes on full smolder at her slave and exhaled in the way that pleased him so much. She subtly signaled him to remain as he was, then sat, reclining in her chair, her pussy a few feet away from his mouth, expertly putting on a show for the patient, silent object of her pending explosion. Mistress Robin finally extinguished her cigarette with deliberation and grace, an act that required most of her remaining self-control.
His mistress narrowed her blue eyes, and lazily curled her well-manicured right hand. Andy had been dying to taste her ever since she had reclined a few inches away from him. Her smell had begun to overpower his self-restraint. He could see dewy drops of her excitement shining, illuminated by the floor-mounted stage lights. He moved forward, and gently, yet with eagerness, began lapping at his mistress’ swollen, wet labia. The reaction was instantaneous: Mistress Robin’s body went taut and a gurgle escaped from her mouth. Andy made broad, slow, rolling lines along the length of her cleft, from the junction at the base of her anus to the top of her mound. "OoohhhhHHHHHH!!!" His mistress came with a yelp, her lubrication growing more copious by the instant. He paused, being careful not to do too much, too soon.
Robin lost the sense of her surroundings shortly after Andy had started to paint between her legs with his tongue’s thick, heavy, broad brush strokes. It had been a great feeling, but the world had rapidly returned to focus. Still, the teen immediately began another orgasmic climb, despite her slave’s pause in simulation. The lights... the audience... Andy’s hunger... her--her sexiness... her control... her... herrrr... herrrr... POWWW--ERRRRR... The blonde girl arched on her throne, sent to another climax by the mental impact of the scenario. The muscles in her body lost their tension moments later as the intensity of her release faded quickly, but she was far from finished. Her slave had resumed his oral devotions, and was now circling the area of her clit in a constant, careful rhythm. Robin felt feverish; her pussy was soaking wet, and throbbing more and more and more... "Finger me!" she breathlessly demanded, unable to draw much air because of her rapid, shallow respiration.
Penetration. Motion inside. Friction. Pressure. Robin was only transitorily aware that she was being finger-fucked in time with Andy’s circling tongue. "OH!!!! Myyyy... G--" Her exclamation was cut off by the obliteration of reality. Her insides flooded in a great gush, covering her slave’s hand, forearm and face. Robin was too incoherent to notice, all senses blinded by the lightning that was her body that dissolved and flew away in a million brilliant kaleidoscopic sparkles. The audience was cheering mightily, but Robin was no longer a corporeal entity, having transcended physical space and time and sense, unable to perceive. She was ecstasy, and her hopelessly fragmented brain boiled over...
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Robin coalesced into a physical being, lying drained in her chair. Her body was too heavy, her soul too lethargic to move. Her scent permeated the air around her. She looked around to see Andy lying on his back, stunned, a small mouse growing under one eye. Robin desperately wanted to summon him, to hold him, to let him know that she hadn’t intended to hit him--but the energy was nowhere to be found. She suddenly realized that there was enthusiastic applause in the theater; she was being honored by her peers. It took much effort to acknowledge them with a lifelessly raised hand for a scant moment. An intermission was announced, and the crowd’s acclaim slowly turned into entr’acte bustle as stagehands began to appear. They left her alone to recover, still in her chair. Robin focused on the warm, lingering aftermath of the intense ecstasy from her orgasm, finally sitting up after five minutes. Andy was holding an ice bag under his eye and his erection had diminished. She stood up much sooner than she wanted, wrapped her body around him and gave him a deep, wet kiss. "I didn’t mean to hurt you like that," she whispered. "But you are the first guy to make me cum like that, Andy. Can I be your mistress again sometime soon?" The question was softly, lovingly delivered, while the young dominatrix held his body and his gaze.
He was speechless. "I like to smoke for you... It makes me feel so... sexy... I definitely wanna do it again..." Robin’s voice thickened as the images of his seduction and service came rushing back. She saw Danielle standing by the edge of the stage, waiting for her to finish with Andy. The teen whispered, "Next time... I promise I’ll take better care of you afterwards." She patted his half-erection. "But I have to take you back to your real mistress, now," Robin said, unable to keep disappointment out of her voice. She led Andy over to Danielle. "He was fantastic, Dani," the blonde girl smiled. "Thank you."
Danielle grabbed Andy’s aura to keep him quiet, but ran her tongue slowly around her lips while looking into Robin’s eyes. "I took notes, pet," she lewdly said. Although the coven member was looking at the girl, she felt Andy’s answering excitement: he knew the words also applied to him. Danielle spun away and left the stage with an interesting wiggle in her walk and her fiancé in pursuit. She gave him a sucking kiss on the cheek. Any other time, Danielle would have jumped him, but they were not supposed to play with each other at this party. She looked down at his half-erection. Well... not yet.
Dani decided that it was definitely time for a cigarette and headed for the lobby with Andy. When they passed their seat, she immediately felt him fight to regain control of his aura: he must have realized where they were headed. Panic at his public nudity surged to the surface. He did not want to walk into the lobby. Danielle stopped to give him a deep, hungry, wet, passionate kiss. It caught Andy by surprise, enough so that he ceased his metaphysical struggling for an instant--long enough for her to regain total control of him. The kiss also had another effect: his semi-flaccid penis was swelling again. The two of them strode into the lobby a few seconds later, joining the rest of the audience.
Danielle and Andy were now watching the second act of the floor show. She was bored. The flame that had earlier threatened to consume her had long since died. A woman was being tortured on the stage--very well, Dani assumed, since both the torturer and torturee seemed to be highly aroused. However... it just wasn’t her bag. "Sweetie," she whispered to her now-robed fiancé, "I’m gonna go get a drink. You can stay here." Andy squeezed her hand and gestured towards the lobby. She smiled impishly, with more than a hint of come-hither in her eyes and purred, "I could also use a cigarette." As they made their way out, Dani stopped to watch Amy, the slave that had been in the limousine with them. The collared woman’s periodic squirming and whimpering throughout the night had attracted Dani’s attention several times, but no one ever seemed to be touching the obviously stimulated slave. Danielle shook her head and left the theater.
Andy had been in charge of his senses since the end of intermission. Although he had been unable to stop Dani from parading him around in the buff during the between-act break, she had found him a soft, plush blue robe when the second act was announced. Dani had released him from thrall at that time, and been very snuggle-happy since. He was relieved that his fiancée had not found the current act exciting and had decided to leave it early. Gagged, bound and whipped women didn’t do a thing for Andy. But Danielle was very exciting for him, and the two of them were alone in the lobby. He poured some champagne for her while she made a show of preparing to use her cigarette holder. She accepted the light, ignoring the proffered glass, her eyes dancing and sparkling. Dani smoked slowly and leisurely, with a style that she knew he enjoyed watching. Andy felt cool air underneath his balls as the robe became more of a tent.
Danielle knew that she was turning her poor, frustrated Andy on again. He was glowing on the metaphysical plane, and the excitement he was transmitting through the link she had to his soul was making her wet. She knew that they weren’t supposed to play with each other tonight, but they were both extremely horny, very much in love, and... alone. Her suddenly empty hands began to run lazily along his arm... across his chest... Her eyes narrowed, signaling her heat. Dani moved closer to him... leaning in... her mouth opening slowly... The theater doors opened, spilling people into the lobby. She muttered a small curse, while Andy silently radiated disappointment and frustration. As smoke and noise rose in the lobby area, Andy sighed resignedly and requested that he be allowed to go to the bathroom. Dani nodded quickly, but hooked his arm with a curled finger to slow him down. She smiled. "Almost."
When Andy returned from the men’s room, Dani wasn’t immediately apparent; she had moved from their earlier spot. He perfunctorily scanned the room once; when he still didn’t see her, he looked more carefully, slowly seeking her face among the crowd. No luck; maybe it would be better if he moved to get a different angle. He resumed his search from near the theater doors. Andy abruptly stopped, his eyes caught by the gaze of another woman, one he did not recognize. An older blonde woman on the other side of the room was watching him intently. Her green eyes never left his, and Andy found that he couldn’t look away. The woman was sizing him up without making any effort to hide it. He wondered if she would be bold enough to approach him.
The woman never got the chance because someone tugged on Andy’s arm, distracting him for a moment. It was Tricia. "I ran into Danielle and she didn’t want you to think that she had left or anything, but she said she really didn’t want to wait in the lobby. C’mon," the blonde initiate bubbled, linking her arm with his, "I’ll take you back to her." Andy nodded absently, pausing to steal a last look in the direction of the matronly blonde woman. She had disappeared. He walked with Tricia, hoping that she hadn’t sensed his brief reluctance. Andy really didn’t want to press his luck with another coven member: he didn’t feel like playing puppet for anybody else tonight.
"Thanks, Trish, I really appreciate you finding him for me," Danielle said, then gave her fiancé a very long, wet kiss. She proceeded to tongue his ear, whispering, "I want you." Andy shivered and his readiness became obvious. He let an abrupt gasp go when Dani reached under his robe and ran her clenched hand slowly along his length with a heated stare in her eyes. Her expression suddenly changed to one of mischief as she dropped him into silent thrall again. She removed her hand from his erection. Noticing Tricia’s slightly unfocused, but directed gaze, Danielle gaily said, "Once the orgy starts, you can have him--if you can get him without using the power. I know how bad you want him, so is it a deal?"
The blonde initiate swallowed hard as she felt herself get wet. "Ummm... yeah... sure." Tricia blushed a little, adding to her light flush of arousal; she definitely had Andy on the brain after openly ogling his erection just now.
Dani giggled. "I can smell you, girl," she grinned. "Better get outta here before you come from thinking about it. It’s much better when he’s inside." Tricia’s legs wobbled for an instant. She turned extremely red, mumbled something unintelligible in obvious embarrassment and fled. Danielle couldn’t stop laughing--Tricia’s small orgasm hadn’t escaped her notice. The house lights dimmed shortly thereafter.
The next stage scene didn’t do much for Andy; he watched the woman who had fellated him in the limo do the same to five men at her "master’s" command. He got a bit of a rise--he was horny, after all, but the five-on-one scene had less to do with it than Dani’s proximity, and the unmistakable scent of her arousal.
On the other hand, Danielle's imagination had been captured by the action on the stage. It wasn’t Lord Mesmer’s carefree loan of Amy’s body to five strangers in such a public forum. It wasn’t Amy’s beauty, her attractive, slender body, or even the hungry, wanton way the slave had given head to those five strangers. No, it was the way that Amy moaned and her body jerked as two large men pounded at her. Danielle burned to be Amy, to slide in the sweat and revel in the heat of two strong bodies against her chest and back, to be a part of the joyous friction inside her ass and pussy. This was the main reason she was here tonight, and now she had to watch it. Andy faded to insignificance as the itch threatened to consume her.
The fire that was melting her from within suddenly got hotter. Dani belatedly realized that the double penetration was not the pinnacle of Amy's submission. Lord Mesmer had something more in mind for his slave. Dani gasped, "Oh no! He wouldn’t... they aren’t..." She watched the three men who had gotten head earlier from Amy slide their balled hands over their cocks. Danielle had stopped breathing and her scent became much stronger in the air as she realized that Amy was about to get a bath. Hard cocks and lots of cum--Dani was lost, absorbed in the stage action, a part of her wishing that it was she, not Amy on the stage. An object of lust... surrounded by five brawny men who were about to spew forth the wonderful, thick, gooey warm fluid Dani loved to feel inside her. Her hands twitched, wanting to scratch the growing itch between her legs. "Uhhh--uhhhh--UHHH--ARRRGHHH!" The stagehand fucking Amy’s ass roared, pulling out and loosing a stream of cum over her back. The slave stopped sucking at the man in her mouth and her face gave a jerk as a torrent of the gooey liquid hit her in the face.
One of the masturbating men came almost immediately thereafter; Amy collapsed, rolling over on her back in the middle of the men, her hand a blur as she savagely stimulated her genital region. Ropy strands of cum continued to land on her breasts, belly, face, and shaven mound. She squealed, rapturous, her body spastically snapping around while she jammed her hand against her clit, no longer aware of the stage or the audience. She was being gloriously used, her body solely an object to be covered with the hot, wet, white lust of five complete strangers. Her body arched, thighs and neck straining so much that those in the third row could see it. Repeated squeaks came from her mouth as her pelvis thrust at air, the power of the totality of her submission driving her beyond existence. Amy collapsed back onto the stage with a thump, her body still, chest heaving. Dani collapsed in her seat, the fantasy link had been broken.
Andy told Dani that he had to go to the bathroom and she dismissively waved at him before joining in the enthusiastic applause. Amy’s head lolled to one side. Facing the audience, she ran her fingers through one of the puddles of cum on her body, and lewdly sucked on them. A look of satiation and teasing purpose filled her eyes. There was no doubt of her pleasure. She languidly got up, bowed to the crowd, then walked over to her master and knelt. He put a collar and leash on Amy before leading her docilely into the ready room.
Danielle shot off the sofa, bumping apologetically into people, intent on getting to the drink table in the lobby. She felt extremely hot. Every contact with another person sent a strong tingle through her, threatening to push her over the edge. She had never been turned on this much by sights and sounds alone. But the thought of what all that cum would have felt inside her continued to fuel her climb towards orgasm. Her mouth was dry and her body aflame... she needed some water. Dani was so self-absorbed that Andy had been completely forgotten. She wasn’t alone in that state, for the orgy was beginning even as she reached a water cooler in the theater room. She didn’t notice that the water cooler had been placed there sometime during the last scene; what Danielle did notice was the broad-shouldered, handsome man who was standing there nude. She gaped at him, awestruck by the piece of beefcake before her and thanked the gods for their providence. He handed her a cup of the water, gently asking, "Would milady care for anything else?" Danielle baldly checked his equipment, her eyes glittering. She suggestively ran her tongue around her lips while she ran a hand across his well-defined pectorals. Leaning against him, she whispered a reply into his ear. "I have no permission, milady. I cannot," he answered with regret, then filled another cup from the cooler. "But my mistress is here. May I conduct you to her?" Dani nodded quickly.
She followed him away from the aisle and around a copulating couple to the side of the room opposite from her original seat. When they arrived at the aisle along that far wall, Dani saw a woman watching their approach with a peeved expression on her face. The only thing she was wearing was a belt with several things hanging from it. She was holding a riding crop, looking directly at them. Uh-oh. "What took you so long? I just sent Cassius to look for you," she snapped. Dani’s answer died in her throat when the woman smacked the crop against her palm. She was also surprised to see the beefcake’s cock give a little jump.
He instantly knelt at the woman’s feet. "Forgive me, Goddess," he said in a meek voice completely out-of-character with his body. "Milady arrived, and I gave her the first draught, as she is one to be worshipped." Danielle suppressed a giggle at the thought that she was being worshipped, when all she wanted was to be fucked.
"Very well, then," the woman derisively sniffed. "That is allowable, since you live to serve all women." She accepted the cup of water from Mr. Hunky’s big hands before turning to Dani. "I am the Goddess Diana of the moon and the hunt," she said without a trace of pretentiousness, exuding the serene air of one who is always in command. "I trust Claudius served you well, Lady--?"
"Danielle. Yes, he, did--" She paused, unsure of how to address the dominatrix.
"Diana, please. Let us talk, Danielle," Diana happily said, motioning towards two nearby chairs. "He and my other slave are quite submissive to any woman. They believe in the superiority of the female gender, and any favor bestowed upon them is the greatest of gifts, to answer your first question." She paused after the quiet explanation to glance at Claudius, who was still kneeling, regarding her with utter devotion. "He makes you horny, doesn’t he?" the dominatrix grinned to Dani, who enthusiastically nodded. "Well, they will do that, as well, and selflessly insure your pleasure. Of course, I decide whether they are worth such a beautiful woman’s attention." Diana flicked the crop across Claudius’ back with an expert grace. He didn’t flinch. "At any rate," she continued, "since they have been perfect in their service tonight, I have no reason to prevent that from happening. When Cassius gets back, if you are so inclined, you may have your choice of them."
"If he’s anything like this one, I want them both." The thought came out of Danielle’s mouth with such conviction that even she was surprised. She offered no further explanation, nor any apology. She wanted what she wanted. If she could only borrow one--there was sure to be another good one available somewhere in the room.
The other dominatrix grinned wolfishly. "A woman who knows what she wants. They will be thrilled to give themselves to you. Will you permit me to prepare them for your pleasure, Danielle? I know they will serve you better at my direction, but that decision is yours to make." She stood and swatted Claudius’ ass with the crop again. Before Dani could answer, Cassius arrived and knelt next to Claudius, more gorgeous, more of a hunk than his cohort. If Claudius was a nine, Cassius was almost the proverbial ten. Danielle got very aroused. "Do you still want the two of them, Lady Danielle?"
"Definitely," was the unhurried, sultry answer.
The five-foot, seven-inch Goddess Diana towered over the two husky, gorgeous men, riding crop in hand. "You are privileged again this evening, it would seem. The Lady Danielle has requested your sexual service, and since you have been excellent slaves this evening, I shall grant her request. Stand to receive the blessing of your Goddess," she directed, removing a flogger from her belt. The black leather strands gleamed with reflected light, and Diana smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust. Dani belatedly realized that the so-called "blessing" was going to be a flogging. Her apprehension went away when she also noticed that the men were almost as excited about the prospect of being beaten by Diana as Diana was about beating them. In fact, Claudius’ cock was already half-erect. "See how excited my Claudius gets in anticipation of my first stroke?" the dominatrix cooed. "This is not punishment. This is love."
Diana wielded the flogger with verve and a practiced touch that was apparent to even Danielle, who was about as unsophisticated in these ways as one could get. The men’s legs, chests, backs and asses resonated with the repeated sounds of the flogger’s blows so perfectly laid upon them. All throughout, the Goddess Diana talked to them, reinforcing their sense of servitude to womankind. Her words were carefully chosen to evoke images of sensuous, loving submission to all women. The words and blows took effect: the men became erect without genital contact. Mad lust shone brightly in their eyes and their cocks jutted perpendicularly from their well-muscled bodies, almost perfectly parallel to the floor. Diana was panting, sweating profusely, her own face a mask of needful hunger. "Lady Danielle," she gasped, "they are--yours."
Dani was already naked, and had been lightly stroking herself during the latter stages of the flogging. Diana had barely finished her gasping sentence before Danielle directed Cassius to get down on the floor. She threw herself on him with lust-driven haste, humping him with wild ardor. The slave was gorgeous, his body perfect and hard, his cock thick and hot moving inside her as she thrust her hips and it felt sooo goooood... Small firecrackers went off in Dani’s head, leaving colored strobe lights in front of her eyes for a few moments. It was a minor orgasm, enough of one to sate the immediate need, while leaving her wanting and ready for more. She gave Cassius a hard, wet, hungry, kiss; he responded with the most gentle, soft, slow, movements of his tongue. Dani felt him get a little harder inside her; his cock pulsed and her head spun just a little. "I live to serve you, milady," the man said quietly, which made her wetter and hotter.
"Claudius," Danielle commanded, "prepare to serve me." She wiggled her ass with Cassius still inside her pussy, which caused small shock waves to flash through her being. A soft, slick, cool feeling spread over her lower back and her ass. Warm, strong, masculine fingers skated between the globes of her ass, gliding on the lubricant. One of the fingers opened her up, probing gently, yet purposefully, to work more of the slippery, viscous liquid inside her asshole, stretching her. Each time the finger moved, it forced a primitive grunt or moan out of her. Dani gurgled as a second finger expanded her rear opening and the pair twisted and turned inside her, sending her further into heat. She sighed, "Ohhh--ohhhhhhhhh," at the withdrawal of the fingers, shivering briefly while she recovered some of her senses.
She sat up on top of Cassius, rolling her hips while stretching her arms, sliding her hands over her breasts, caressing them and pinching the nipples. Dani shuddered at the intense, fleeting pleasure from the sharp stimulation, and slumped forward to ram her tongue into Cassius’ mouth, which left her in perfect position. "Mmmmf.... mmmf... ohh... ohhh... Uhhh... OHHHHH!!!" She groaned with every movement Claudius made, yelping when he finally pushed his very erect cock through her lubricated asshole.
This was what Danielle had been wanting all night: two absolutely gorgeous, well-hung male slaves fucking her in tandem at her command. She felt as if the two cocks were a part of her; that every time she moved they would find a place deep inside her that had craved this touch, a touch that could only be provided by the fullness of being doubly penetrated. And that touch, the fullness and the movement, was joy. Her eyes closed so that her body could focus on, and absorb more of the physical sensations thundering through it. The sensation of Claudius’ cock stretching her asshole created such pleasurable friction that it overwhelmed any discomfort she may have felt as he pumped his hips at her from behind and above. Underneath, Cassius gripped Dani’s hips gently in his massive hands to stabilize her as she rocked and bounced in rhythm with Claudius’ deliberate thrusts. The vigorous stirring of her boiling, slurping pussy and simultaneous anal stimulation quickly pushed her to the edge.
"OH!!! FUCK my slaves, Lady--Danielle," Diana panted loudly. "Make them--serve you--for yourpleasure!" The unexpected noise distracted Dani to the point where her climax backed away from her and stayed just out of reach. This was not necessarily a bad thing, because it meant that she could enjoy the sizzling energy of sheer physical pleasure. Her lovers’ efforts intensified at the sound of their mistress’ voice urging them to perform better for Danielle. Claudius was pounding at her ass, his cock driving all the way in, his hips meeting her ass cheeks with a loud smacking noise. She would feel every inch of him slide through her the other way, almost all the way out. Cassius was moving as much as he could beneath her, making short violent thrusts, crushing her clit between their pubic mounds, his hair scraping it when he withdrew. Dani opened her eyes involuntarily, unseeing, pupils fully dilated, not believing how good everything felt. These two large cocks were filling her, scratching any itch she was feeling and it just felt too good but she wasn’t ready to come just yet.
Claudius was frantically humping her ass from behind, the ever-so-gorgeous Cassius was fucking her cunt from below and Dani was awash in the greatest, purely sexual, stimulation without orgasm. Suddenly, Danielle could see again; she looked down at the handsome hunk she straddled, whose face was a study in rapt devoted attention--to his right. She followed his eyes to see Diana masturbating frantically, lost in self-pleasure. The women’s eyes met. "Ohhhhh fuuuuck herrrrr..." Diana groaned, and Cassius suddenly went tense for an eternity, then he bucked up at Danielle, and she felt a new wet warmth in her pussy... "HRGnnnhhh!!!" she grunted, her body convulsing powerfully in climax, forcing Claudius to lose his place in her ass. "Mmmnnnh!! Nnnh!!! Hnnnf!!! Mmmm!!!" Danielle squeaked with each moaning thrust and concurrent ejaculatory spasm from the still-erect Cassius. She grabbed his head and forced her tongue into his mouth in a crazed, wet, hard kiss. Her hips vibrated, reflecting her pussy’s milking of Cassius’ dick. He began to soften; his spasms became weaker, and slower, and fewer... Dani began to descend from her peak...
"OHHHH!!!!" Claudius re-entered her ass. The hot, thick, firm flesh sliding in and through her small pucker sent a massive jolt through her core, putting her back on a fast ride to yet another orgasm. Danielle plunged her tongue into Cassius’ mouth, questing hungrily. The spent man beneath her responded, kissing her back passionately and grabbing her tightly to hold her steady for Claudius’ enthusiastic anal thrusts. Claudius was snorting now, panting, also holding Dani while he vigorously fucked her ass. Diana moaned loudly in her own climax; that was all it took to push Dani over the edge a second time. "OH!! GAWD! N--again!" she grunted as she felt it claim her. And still the cock was going deep in her ass and sliding back out again and rubbing her stretching her so fast so good that she... was... gonna... Her brain began to liquefy, but she could feel Cassius harden inside her pussy again and then she heard a man groan. A bigger climax hit her at the sensation of cum in her ass; Claudius pounded at her, each thrust concluding with a potent spurt from his quivering cock. Danielle came again. The waves were frequent now, and growing and moving faster and hitting her harder... The dam burst, and she squirted woman cum, soaking Cassius’ pubic region as orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after orgasm...
Andy was a little puzzled at the lack of activity in the lobby area when he came out of the bathroom. The food and drink tables were devoid of customers. For that matter, nobody else was in the whole room, save for the six slaves standing watch over the food and drink. He wondered if the scene on the stage was still going on and went back into the theater, completely unprepared for the sights, sounds and activities. Andy stifled a loud gasp: right by the door, a woman was bent over a pommel horse, being paddled. On the other side of the aisle, two women he didn’t recognize were engaged in heated, frantic lovemaking. His cock stiffened.
Andy reined his attention in and headed for his and Dani’s seat, trying to ignore the proceedings. He looked around, then panicked when he didn’t see her where they had been sitting. The sexual and sadomasochistic activity faded to his senses, leaving him feeling abandoned in a void: his fiancee had vanished. He wasn’t sure he wanted to find her in the midst of all this, either. She was probably involved in it, with someone who was not him. His heart dropped into his stomach; yes, they had agreed not to play with each other here, but the way things had been going, he had been positive that was an empty agreement. Now she was gone, getting fucked by someone else.
Danielle had figured that Andy would get jealous, so she had planted a command that now took effect. Her voice was crystal-clear in his mind: "Remember how much I love you, and that that is the only thing that matters between us. This is a chance to realize fantasies that we may not be able to act on anywhere else. You are free to seek whomever you wish, Andy." He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed. His placid state didn’t last long; it abruptly sunk in that he was in the middle of an orgy, without a partner. Fantasy... Robin or Mistress Susan were not in evidence; how was he going to find a partner? Moreover, since he was clearly identified as a slave to the party-goers, did he have any choice if a mistress selected him to perform? What if he couldn’t? Andy shuddered; worse, what if a master desired his service? He looked around the room in near-panic, hoping that he would see somebody he knew... Robin, Mistress Susan, Dani, Tricia--anybody.
A female voice asked, "Would you like to jack off on me, too? My master likes to watch me make other men come." He turned to see a waif of a woman and two men, all naked, looking expectantly at him. The woman was holding a large dildo; only a few lines on her face betrayed the illusion of illicit youth. She gave the phallus a long, lewd lick. Andy stammered a polite no. The woman sat on the sofa and began to masturbate, along with the two men. He turned quickly and headed away from the three people, but had to turn around when he ran into what could only be called a gigantic clusterfuck blocking the aisle. He pushed his way back past the first group trying not to look; the woman’s excited moans were definitely affecting him. Andy began to think about hiding in the bathroom the rest of the night; it seemed that would be the least frustrating of his options. Then he saw her.
Matronly, blonde, with green eyes fixed on him, wearing a black bra, long black evening gloves, a black garter belt, and no panties while standing in the middle aisle at his row. She wiggled her index finger in an unmistakable gesture. Frustrated and horny, Andy was at her side in seconds. She smiled at him, apparently amused by his eagerness. "Give me your robe," she said. He quickly complied, and she pointed to the floor. Cock rising, Andy lay down on his back and watched her move over him. She straddled his hips for a bit, intentionally giving him a good look. The woman slowly stepped forward, then sank to her knees, bringing her bald pussy to his face. "You will do me now, instead of that young blonde bitch," she said. "And you will do it better than you have for any other woman in your life."
Her weight descended fully on his face, and Andy began to use his tongue, tasting her bitter sweetness; she got very wet, very quickly. The woman growled in obvious approval, guiding his head from side to side as she cradled it with her hands. Her hips began to pump slowly, smearing her juices all over his face. "Huuhhhnnn!!!" The grunt was accompanied by a sharp, abrupt jerk of her body, and her grip on Andy’s head became stronger. Suddenly, she was no longer gentle, pulling his hair, pushing herself at his face, driving herself higher and higher. The woman smothered Andy, forcing him to gasp for breath when she would leave enough room between her freely drooling sex and his nose. He finally realized what was happening and began to struggle, but could not gain enough leverage to push the woman off. The blonde woman forcefully, repeatedly shoved his face against her cunt, stimulating herself with his lips, tongue, mouth, chin, cheeks and nose. She masturbated, raping his face with increasing pressure, as if she were trying to insert it. Andy gasped for air, unable to get away, his body pinned by her weight on his face and shoulders while the woman used his face to achieve her sexual release.
When she was completely finished, the woman rose and shoved him to the side, striding away without a word. Andy lay in the aisle, stunned, chest heaving and his neck sore. Anger rose in him; he had been tricked--she had taken advantage of his vulnerability and his situation. He was pissed enough to forget all about his nakedness, his submissive state, and even Danielle. Adrenaline obliterated his soreness, cramps and exhaustion. Andy scrambled to his feet and hurriedly headed for the lobby praying that the bitch had gone to the bathroom and not to another group or person, while gingerly avoiding the couples and trios active in the aisle.
"Andy!!!" Tricia’s voice met him as he emerged from the theater. Not now, he silently moaned, but his plea went unanswered; the blonde initiate walked over to him. "You look angry? What happened? Is it Danielle?" She sniffed the air and observed, "You smell like pussy." Andy briefly explained in hushed tones, never taking his eyes off the ladies’ room. Tricia tugged gently at his arm. "You don’t wanna mess with her," she urgently hissed. "Come on, come sit with me--please." He wasn’t budging. "Annnn-deeeee..." she whined, and tugged harder. Andy growled, but grudgingly allowed Tricia to drag him to a sofa.
Tricia knew whom Andy was looking for, and she knew that the target of his anger was in the ladies’ room as he had guessed. She also knew that he had no idea whom he was going to mess with, and that it would be an extraordinarily bad idea for him to confront her. "She gets off on hurting men... and she does it really well." Andy wasn’t paying attention; he still had that baleful glare on his face and hadn’t taken his eyes off the bathroom door. Tricia was frustrated; Danielle’s challenge was the only thing that was keeping her from calming him down with the power. She had wanted to find Andy right after the stage show ended, but had gotten distracted helping a friend with her private scene, so she had come to the lobby to wait for him. Now, here he was nude, sitting next to her. Unfortunately, he was also completely oblivious to her hunger, and all he was thinking about was getting his hands on one of the meanest members of the Circle. Tricia was worried. Madame De Sade would be coming out of the bathroom at any second, and Andy was still pissed off, which would only get him hurt. Time ran out for her to decide how to handle the situation, because the woman came out of the dressing room exit carrying a singletail whip. Tricia threw herself across Andy to block his view and gave him a long, deep kiss. Her insides turned to molten fudge. The coven member promptly forgot where she was, and why she had kissed him.
"You did not come over to me when I motioned," a stern female voice said, kick-starting Tricia’s brain. "I think you should be punished, little boy." Tricia watched the anger flare in Andy’s face. "Oh, are you angry? I can show you what happens to angry little boys who think they can--"
"He’s not yours, and you can’t have him," Tricia coldly interrupted the other woman. "I will not let him take your bait--Margaret." She was not going to let the sadistic top goad Andy into anything else. For good measure, before he could say anything, Tricia kissed him, wetter and deeper, waiting Madame De Sade out.
Finally, the older woman derisively snorted, "I don’t see why you’d let her fuck you when I could hurt you so much better," and walked away. Tricia broke the kiss and exhaled shakily. Not only had she been scared of Margaret, but she had been wanting to feel Andy’s aura so much that kissing him had completely disoriented her. The blonde initiate was all hot and bothered... but didn’t know how to proceed.
"Ummm... well... I guess I need a new cigarette, huh?" Tricia finally managed to say, after regarding the filter between her fingers. She pulled out another More. Andy steadied her still-shaky hand, and lit it for her without comment. The blonde initiate took a long, heavy pull, and her eyes fluttered shut. She held the smoke forever, mouth open, only a few wisps escaping her nostrils until she shaped her lips to exhale a long stream of smoke. She took two more extended drags before reluctantly opening her eyes. The first thing she saw was Andy, still naked. Danielle’s challenge echoed in her head, and the memory of the kisses descended on her. Tricia knew she was flushing, with Andy next to her and... getting hard??? She took a quick puff. "Andy--are you--?"
The smoking had had its usual effect on him. Andy had also been breathing the musk from Margaret’s orgasm, and had received plenty of stimulation without release during the whole evening. Tricia looked awesomely sexy sitting there with the slim, brown cigarette between her fingers, even if she was completely dressed in loose-fitting jeans and a blouse that didn’t really accent her chest. Andy remembered the kisses, too. He nodded eagerly. The blonde coven member wrapped her arms around him; her pupils were very dilated as she looked into his eyes.
"Let’s go back inside," she suggested, then gave him another, hungrier kiss. She bounced to her feet and grabbed his hand. Andy followed her back into the theater; this time she didn’t have to pull him along. They passed floggings, spankings and sex of all different varieties before Tricia spotted an unoccupied mattress. She let go of his hand to hastily undress herself. "I like to be on top, remember?" she queried while studying his aura.
Andy watched Tricia kneel on the mattress after shedding her clothes; she was asking him a question. "Yes, I remember. And I don’t care," he stated, then pounced on her, kissing her deeply, not caring if she had been offended by his answer. He also didn’t let her break the kiss until he was ready. Both of them came up gasping for air.
Tricia knew that she could make Andy lie down so she could straddle him... maybe next time. "FUCK me, Andy," she panted, lying down, spreading her legs for his cock. "I want you to fuck me," the blonde hissed. Andy drove into her without further discussion or foreplay. Tricia answered his groaning sigh with a lustful grunt when he penetrated her, savoring the electricity of the joining. They kissed and the orgy around them disappeared to their senses. They looked into each other’s eyes; he transmitting his barely restrained animal need, she sending him her message of joy and desire. He raised his hips, then forcefully thrust deep into her a second time. Tricia’s back arched reflexively and her eyes rolled back into her head. Ohhhh gaaawwwwddd... he feels so damn good inside me.
Andy wanted to pump slowly at Tricia and make the experience last; he wanted to make tender love to the young woman who had rescued him in his moment of need and emptiness. That same need overrode all his cognitive functions; his restraint snapped, and he was hammering at Tricia after a few seconds. Her pussy was wet and tight and slick and warm and electric...
The coven member felt Andy’s cock sliding through her womanhood, which was expanding to include her whole body. The physical sensations caused by his animalistic, savage pounding were unlike any in recent memory. She clung to him, matching his determined movements with sharp thrusts of her hips, scraping her fanny against the padded mattress. Tricia grunted and panted and gurgled and her body sizzled and sang and sizzled...
She was moving with him now, her fucking matching his in its urgency. Andy saw her face alternate with joy and surprise, spurring him on even more. His partner was turning redder by the second as his incredibly hard, and increasingly sensitive cock continued its maddened journey in and out of her pussy. Tricia was gasping, grunting exhortations, making him redouble his single-minded, lust-crazed efforts. His erection felt like it was twice its normal size, his nuts grew very heavy and each time he moved it felt as if more nerves were spontaneously created to carry even more sensation through his body...
Tricia’s original intention had been to swim in Andy’s aura when he came. That sensation, so much like orgasm, yet so different, was something she had desired ever since she and her sister had saved Andy’s life. The coven member had been looking forward to this for the past two weeks. Sometime during that period, her thoughts had turned Andy into the sexiest man and greatest lover in the world. All of Tricia’s experience (which was more than anybody else’s except for her sister and the coven leader herself) with the metaphysical plane deserted her in an instant. Her body was his to thrill, and he did with each stroke of his hardness, his pubic mound banging at her clit, setting off little explosions that were getting bigger and bigger and bigger... Tricia was engulfed by physical ecstasy, completely out-of-control. "URRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" Her hips collided with his, the first orgasmic convulsion forcing a loud, grunting gurgle from her throat. "Uhhh-HUUNNNNNHHH!!!" The explosions originating from her clit were automatic now, her existence a series of spiked nervous impulses. Her pussy clamped onto Andy, the center of her being clutching and grabbing him; she coiled herself around him to hold him still. She made choking noises, unable to breathe normally, thoughts canceled by her orgasm; Tricia gasped loudly one time. Slowly, the uncontrollable tremors began to wane, her mind coalescing anew, until she was whole again. She kissed Andy with passion; her inner vise loosened its grip, and she whispered in wonder, "No man except you," before madly attacking his mouth with hers yet another time.
Tricia’s tongue worked in Andy’s mouth, desperately seeking some uncharted region. He started to raise his hips cautiously, and her body slackened, allowing him to move. His heart was pounding and sweat was flowing freely from his body. When the tingle from his core answered in response to the tentative motion, none of this mattered: they were again fucking each other with abandon within seconds. Andy saw the heat and desire return to her blue-green eyes, but he was soon absorbed in his own abrupt orgasmic climb; only the touching mattered. His breathing became ragged and his fucking pace slowed as he neared the precipice. He felt his cock swell to enormous proportions, his sense of it dominating the perception of the rest of his body. Those final ten seconds lasted an eternity for him. His balls tightened almost painfully and he violently impaled Tricia a split second before his cock simply... detonated. Andy fell off the mountain, gaining supersonic speed instantaneously.
Tricia arched off the mattress, snapping into a bridge as she felt the first of Andy’s contractions deep inside her. Less than a heartbeat later, she was psychically shattered by the impact of his flaring aura. Her universe turned a deep, rich blue as he continued to spill past his boundaries, acting as a solvent on Tricia’s existence. She was scattered in tiny, cognizant pieces on the metaphysical plane, ecstatic at being drowned in his delicious aura.
Susan Newton was stroking Regina Pointer; the dominatrix had just finished flogging her friend, leaving the blonde mewling and cooing in an endorphin-induced high. Mistress Susan cuddled the disoriented woman, purring at her and allowing Regina to slowly drift back to reality through the pleasant fog. Suddenly, everything went a deep, brilliant blue. Susan was abruptly, involuntarily sucked onto the metaphysical plane by the vortex of Andy’s billowing aura. She melted inside, her body went slack, and Mistress Susan blissfully lost control, joining her play partner in euphoria’s haze.
Dani slowly raised herself to her knees. She had been lying sandwiched between Cassius and Claudius for several delicious minutes, until Diana had recovered sufficiently from her manually induced orgasm. At his mistress’ command, Claudius moved away from Dani and knelt in silent worship at Diana’s feet. Although Dani had enjoyed being sandwiched, the sensation of cooling sweat on her back was refreshing. The dominatrix smiled and indicated that Danielle was welcome to stay and enjoy her afterglow with Cassius, who was still somewhat hard inside her. She looked down at the gorgeous male slave with a pang of regret--there was more fun to be had elsewhere this night, and it was time for her to leave this group. She abruptly felt Andy’s presence as if he were standing right there. Dani wondered why she was sensing him at all since she hadn’t been paying the least bit of attention to the metaphysical plane since encountering Claudius by the water cooler. She switched her perception and saw nothing but a vague bluish shadow at first. She remained coherent long enough to realize what it was, and to have an extremely brief moment of awe at the vastness of Andy’s aura before the wave hit her. Her legs wobbled, her hips bucked, and she ejaculated again. Cassius started pumping at her, his cock made rigid and his body energized by Danielle’s sudden orgasm. "Annn-deeee," she wailed, bathing in her fiancé’s aura, being bound to and concurrently lost in his presence and she loved him so much as the universe turned blue... bluer... so blue... that it went black.
Andy was exhausted. Danielle was purring and kissing his chest as they lay intertwined. Even his thoughts were sluggish, but he felt so--good--that it didn’t bother him. Every limb was super-heavy, and it took a real effort to move. "It’s okay, Andy. You can fall asleep and stay with me here," his lover whispered. Dani? No... the scent and the hair and the voice were wrong... The party... that’s right, he was at a party. And he was with Tricia who had saved him from his frustration... she had sated his need, given herself to him, and he felt so loved... "Hold me," she cooed, "and we’ll sleep together." Where was Danielle? Why was he thinking he had been with her? "Sleep... shhhh... Sleeeep, Andy," Tricia purred soothingly. Her voice was seducing him, coaxing him to be still, telling his mind to stop working... Andy slipped into a deep, peaceful slumber. Tricia burrowed even further into his embrace, and very happily joined him.