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Bottoms up!

In Part VI of the continuing saga, moonmagiclady’s heroine is in for a surprise when her Dom brings her to a cocktail party and she’s expect to serve… in more ways than one! An XXXBlackBook exclusive!

On Loan Part VI
By: moonmagiclady

It began to rain on the drive back into town so I was slightly puzzled when my Dom pulled the car over on one of the scenic areas high up on the Pali freeway, usually people on do this in good weather.  At his order I step out of the car and up to the concrete barrier that kept the ledge from tumbling down into the rain forest you can see stretching into green darkness below.  Looking out you could see across the island, and the rain itself blowing in over the ocean.

Laying my hands against the concrete and closing my eyes, I savor the feel of the rain against my skin, the cool trickles sliding over my curves and lines like the touch of a ghostly lover. For a moment I sink into the reality of the paradise every moment is until a honk from the light traffic accompanied by a wolf whistle tells me what the rain has done to the light cotton dress I am still wearing.  The white cotton is soaked to the point of being see through, my corset showing as clearly through the material as if I wore nothing.  Grinning at my realization, my Dom closes his car door and strolls over to me.

I turn again and look back over the ocean as he steps up behind me and slides his hand into my already wet hair, tightening his grip and pulling a whimper from the back of my throat. Sea breezes carry the light scent of his shaving lotion as it blends beautifully with his body’s aroma; suddenly I am incredibly conscious of my slavehood and can barely refrain from kneeling where we stand.  He leans in and sinks his teeth deep into the depths of my flesh right at the juncture of shoulder and neck, and for a second only his firm grip on my hair and around my waist keep me upright as my knees buckle from the endorphins racing through my body.

Dark laughter sounds in my ears as opening my eyes, I see the sun sparkling off the ocean, BEHIND the clouds still traveling across the island on the horizon. Even with the car smells in the air, you could smell and almost taste the rain and air and ocean unlike any way you can except on an island.    We still had a good twenty minutes of rain, but you could literally SEE that it would be clearing up later, it was just enough to cool things off for the upcoming barbeque.

I get back in the car and grab a towel from behind me that we had borrowed from the hotel, pull a couple pins out of my hair and it tumbles in wet curls around my face.  I don’t really care to wear it long, but I DO make sure it’s always long enough for a lover to be able to get a good grip, whether to shove my mouth on to his cock, or yank me backwards and expose my fragile neck to bites and bruises.  I wonder how I am going to wear this soaked dress to the barbeque when my Dom gets back in the car and clarifies the issue for me.

Of course… it’s simple, I’m not going to wear the dress at all. The only attire I am allowed at the party is the underlying corset.  Commanded to silence, I am unable to ask any questions to clarify our plans further to relieve any worries I might have.  Slightly worried and beginning to become angry, I pull off the dress and dry off what I can.  Continuing to fume, I sit and cross my arms tightly over my chest pretty much full on pouting.  My mood doesn’t improve as we reach our turn off and begin to wind our way through the streets to find the house we are looking for.

When we arrive, I am grateful that the house has a garage so I can at least exit the car discreetly, but my ire has not faded in the least.  To top it off, not being allowed an orgasm yet has caused me to become slightly irritable and prone to disobedience.  We knock on the door and as we stand there, he turns to look at me and demands to know why I am still standing.  For a moment, I am too furious to respond and kneel.  I cannot believe that to top everything off I am now not only to be brought into a strangers house dressed only in a corset, my pretty shaved punani available to everyone’s sight, still filled with the vibrating egg from earlier, the remote in my Dom’s hand.  I am not even to be allowed to be standing proud at my slavery, but must kneel at their feet.

Furious himself now, at my lack of instant obedience, his hand lashes out and slaps me hard on the ass. The command to kneel is repeated, with a hard glare this time.  My senses rush back and knowing I will be paying for this behavior later, without another thought, I drop to my knees and lower my eyes as the door opens.  I hear masculine laughter and voices inside, but the cool female voice that answers the door is the one that washes over me.  My Dom and she exchange some words and he directs me to follow her and obey as I would my Master.

I look up into the coldest blue eyes I’ve ever seen on a female, and a cute curvy blond one at that.  She instructs me to continue to kneel there before turning back to my Dom and kneeling herself.  I watch in shock for a moment when she offers herself to him, but it quickly spins into torrential arousal as he undoes his shorts and her beautiful plump red lips slide around the tip of his cock.  I even catch a quick glimpse as the tip on her tongue darts out pink and kittenish, to lick the single glistening drop of precum that shines in the light.

A small slave part of me gloats in satisfaction though as she is only allowed a taste of him before he pushes her away onto her ass.  Glancing at me and the smile that slides over my lips, she snarls at me and stands, hands brushing her short skirt back into place.  The smile that slides over her face makes me think of honey dusted ice as she asks my Dom if she may borrow his belt for a moment.  Looking over at me and frowning himself at the obvious satisfaction on my face, he wordlessly hands her his belt.

She commands me to crawl in front of her to the kitchen, and the lashes of the belt across my ass draw a tear from my eye, and words of approval from the men playing cards in the other room as I crawl by, ass flaming from the belt, cheeks flaming in humiliation.  Slices of pain roar across my skin, and are followed by waves of heat and arousal at her harsh treatment.   A small part of my mind notices that there are three other men other than my Dom in the house, but that apparently she and I are the only females, and wonders what it might mean, but most of my mind is occupying in trying to show with my body and sounds my submission to the merciless female behind me.  I wiggle my ass to offer her a better target, hoping to placate her anger with my obedience, but all she does is punish me more.

After what feels an eternity of crawling, the belt driving me to higher levels of arousal, her mocking words at the juices dripping down my thighs only send my need soaring even more as I crawl onto the hard marble floor of the kitchen. The stone is cold and unforgiving, and my knees complain when I am ordered to kneel and accept whatever comes next.  I whimper quietly as she yanks the corset down under my breasts, then allows a clothespin to snap tightly shut on each nipple, pain and pleasure spiraling and dancing together in my body.

Keening behind my grinding teeth, I can’t help admire the generous curve of her ass as she leans into the refrigerator and rummages around before emerging with a thick skinned bumpy cucumber.  My eyes widen and I shake my head in a silent rebellion that is greeted with only laughter.  Slapping her cold hand against my sore lashed ass, she orders me onto the table and onto my back.  She efficiently lashes each ankle to a leg of the table, wrists tied above me.  My legs straining wide open even without me pulling against the ropes I was exposed and vulnerable. Should I wish to try and close my legs, it wouldn’t even be an option.

Without warning, her fingers slide inside me and curve around the vibrating egg buried in my wetness before removing it with a quiet wet sound.  I whimper, feeling empty and wondering what is coming next when I feel the soft caress of her curls against my strained trembling thighs. I make noises that don’t have words in the back of my throat, as the arousal of my day comes rushing back to me.  Her tongue darts out, the motion cute and kittenish as it had been with my Dom only minutes earlier, and she torments my clit with light teasing wet caresses.

Moaning louder I arch my back and struggle to get a firmer, harder touch pressed against my clitoris.  No pride, begging wordlessly with sounds and my body.  Please, please, anything to please let me climax.  Hot breath against my wet swollen lips and then a tongue dipping in to lick my abundant juices is the only reply I get.  The touches and caresses continue, the feel of her hair dragging over my skin driving me into a frenzy by itself.  But the touches and caresses continue light and flowing, never enough to drive me even close to an orgasm, only to send the need to depths and heights I couldn’t fight.

I feel the thick cold cucumber pressed up against my wetness, and sob a plea.  I’m not even sure what I’m begging for, release from the anticipation, completion and orgasm, or simple requests to not humiliate me like this.  The men have all wandered in from the game to watch and are calling instructions to the girl.  At their orders, she pinches and pulls at my breasts, squeezes tight pinches against my sensitive pussy lips, and occasionally slides over my body to rub our breasts together and dart that ever teasing tongue into my mouth.  After the second or third teasing kiss, she slides off of me, and then with the men talking about what an obvious slut I am, slowly pushes the first two inches of the cucumber deep in my pussy.

It’s cold against my fevered skin, and I feel every bump and irregularity rub against the wetness of my pussy lips.  I moan out loud, tears dripping down my cheek from not being allowed orgasm and from complete embarrassment about my wetness due to a girl fucking me with produce.  Leaving the cucumber inside me, she slides on me again, her fair skin burning silk against my body and smiling into my spinning abyss, rips the clothespins off my breasts.  I gasp and go to scream, and her mouth covers mine, soft lips pressing together eating my cries.  Before I can even gasp again, her hands close around my tormented breasts, teasing and rubbing on the nipples as the blood rushes back, and my world spins.  Cool icy words whisper commands for silence in my ear, a wicked quiet chuckle telling me we both know that is impossible at this point.

She slides up again, slithering over me like a sensuous dream, kissing me deeply before moving completely off of me.  I feel her hands pulling the lips of my pussy, swollen and sore, to show the men how with the cucumber inside me, I have dripped a puddle all over the table.  My Dom tells the girl that I will be punished harshly if I cum, and to my horror encourages her to do her best to make sure I do.  Her touch makes my head spin as she runs fingernails over my belly before abruptly shoving the cucumber deeper inside of me.  My body shivers and shivers, my mind is lost in a cloud of heat and ice fighting for my attention.

My head is thrown back as she pushes to get another inch in me, and I fight tooth and nail to keep from reaching an orgasm as her tongue darts in again to lick the juices from my legs.  The men laugh, pointing out how obvious my struggle is, and continue to give the girls encouragement to torment me.  I manage to avoid climaxing, but am covered in both my sweat and the girl’s tiny scratches and bites before the men grow bored.  I moan again as she pulls the now wet cucumber from me and commands me to lick it clean.  Turning to go into the other room, my Dom tosses over his shoulder a command to place the egg back inside of me and then to send me out to him with drinks for all four men.

The girl, a smile on her face, leans in to lick the cucumber clean with me and softly whispers in my ear.  To no surprise of my own, she is jealous of how harsh my Dom is and wishes she could be his.  I kiss her softly when she releases me and with a sweet smile she praises me for my submissiveness and sluttishness.  I smile but not as broadly as earlier… I want to scream in frustration.  My arousal turns to sullenness as I carry drinks in to serve the four men, resenting both the whirlpool of not being allowed to cum, and the waitress duty.  My skin alive to every caress and tickle of air, I set the drinks on the table then kneel on the cushion on the floor by my Dom, waiting to see what my next ordeal will entail.  I can’t help but wonder…

Am I EVER going to be allowed to cum?