Intimatters

Back from a brief hiatus, our slutty heroine is back. Catch the last installment of Moonmagiclady’s epic saga next week.

On Loan Part XIII
By Moonmagiclady

My temporary Mistress has another slave to drive us to her store for the art show. It is a big guy who is wearing a collar himself.  His dark hair and skin seem to make the silver collar locked tight on his neck gleam brightly. He obeys my Mistress without hesitation and I wonder what she has done to intimidate him so much. I certainly find her much easier going than either my Master or the Dom I am on loan to.  At least so far I do…

My Mistress slides into the front seat with me kneeling between her legs, and orders me to use my tongue for its only real purpose.  I run my teeth in slight pressure up the very top of her thigh, taking the risk of punishment for this small deviation from my directions.  She lets it slide as I had hoped for, the sensation being one that I’ve already discovered she enjoys.  A slight, almost undetectable catch in her voice, she pushes me back and orders me to strip off everything.  Soon I am shivering naked on the floor of the car with only my collar decorating the vulnerable lines of my neck.

The streets of Honolulu slide by, as groups of military guys out for an evening mix with tourists and locals crowding the sidewalks.  The sound and the feel of the nearby ocean begins to permeate the air and I savor the scent of it mixed with her muskiness.  In moments we turn and drive along the beach for a few moments and my Mistress presses the control to roll the window down before gripping my hair in her fist and pushing my face deep into her wetness.

I have only a moment to inhale the cool salt filled air before her delicious scent overwhelms me.  I lick and suck frantically at her musky honey sweetness savoring the taste of her juices across my tongue, the softness of her petaled skin under my lips.  The open window doesn’t bother me in any way whatsoever… or so I want to think.  My Master had long since taught me that there is no shame in either the intense sensations I crave, nor in the pleasure I can offer to others at his permission.

I hear a whistle from a small group of military boys walking between clubs and suddenly blush in unexpected complete embarrassment.  My Mistress whispers in my ear that she could have her slave stop the car and have me service all of the men in the group if I wish.  The question hangs in the air for a moment and even I’m not sure if my silent shiver is anticipation or fear.  Her soft laughter rides the air as we continue driving and a small taste of disappointment accompanies my relief when the car glides onward.

We make a few more turns and are soon in the nebulous area between Waikiki and Honolulu.  The car pulls up to the curb and with a smirk on her face my mistress orders me to get out of the car and walk into her store by the front door.  I am to kneel by the door until she arrives.  I nod and begin to pick up the outfit I have earlier stripped off when an unexpectedly harsh slap lands across my face.  She informs me that I am to follow her instructions to the detail, and that getting dressed was not included in said instructions.

I gape at her for a moment, this is a fairly busy area and I am totally nude barring heels and collar.  She smirks at me again and waits to see whether I will obey.  I hesitate for only another moment then open the car door reluctantly, hoping for no pedestrians on the sidewalk.  Part of me wants to refuse, but a hidden corner of my mind enjoys the attention of shocked strangers!  The air is cooler than usual tonight, and although sixties might not be cool to a mainlander, it was to me, especially naked on the side of the road.

The mild ocean breeze carried a chill that caused my nipples to tighten to a painful degree considering how tender they were from all my recent adventures.  Goosebumps rose across recently shaved skin, but despite that, the ashamed but aroused flush that had rose over my skin made me flash hot and cold inside.  A pretty local girl walking by sees me and her eyes widen before she spits at my feet and mutters insults under her breath.

Humiliated I run to the door of my mistress’ establishment and to my dismay find it locked.  Shivering, I am tempted to hide myself in the corner, but I know what is expected of me.  I kneel on the cold cement feeling my steel collar grow cool against my skin and wait for her to arrive and unlock the door.  Moments crawl like eons until she walks up the steps and opens the door.  I crawl inside feeling myself blush even brighter as I see the flash of a tourist’s camera taking pictures of my naked arse up in the air.  The door closes behind me, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

The relief quickly drips into disbelief as I look around at the shop.  The “art show” is in full swing of being set up and I am not the only sub up for display.  On low pedestals scattered throughout the room were slaves in various forms of tight and unforgiving bondage. It looked as if every rope, cuff, clamp and clip in the store was in use, and as if many other toys were planned to come into play later.

Beside each slave was a selection of various sex toys and household items to be used at the viewer’s whim upon the subject.  To complete the humiliation, each pedestal had a selection of markers to sign upon the exhibit whatever they wished.  At the end of the show, the artist would take pictures of each of us from as many angles as she desired and the later submit these to her gallery for sale.  I glanced around and wondered what spot was left for me and realize that every pedestal is full.

My Mistress looks at me with a cruel smile, then gestures toward the display window.  I am wrong – there is one pedestal left open… in the wide open front display of the store. I am commanded to seat myself upon it, scooted so that my punani hangs over the edge angled only enough away from the window for my thigh to figleaf my wet pussy enough to not get the cops called.  My hands, then elbows are bound tightly behind me, and then secured to a ring in the pedestal arching my back and thrusting my breasts forward to tempt torment and teasing.

A ring gag is pushed into my mouth to ensure that any protests I have might go unnoticed. I feel my heart begin to beat faster and blood rush through my head.  Anyone walking by in the street will see me here, on display for the perfect example of whatever this artist was trying to convey.  A high posture collar is buckled and locked over the steel collar around my neck, forcing my chin up and keeping me from turning in either direction.  I am commanded to look into my Mistress’s eyes as a leather blindfold descends to block out my vision.

My legs are roughly pushed apart and then ankles bound together behind the pedestal in a painful stretch that actually requires a moments massage of my tight thigh muscles to achieve positioning that is to my mistresses contentment.  On a small table next to me is the sign in roster to ensure that every guest who enters or leaves will make sure to move past me to record their impressions.

At first I don’t have clips on my swollen and admittedly wet pussy lips, or on my sensitive nipples, but this lasts only until the first curious viewer allows one to snap abruptly closed on my tight nipple.  I keen into the gag to no mercy and my slight convulsion of my pussy walls in arousal is visible in quiver of swollen lips.  More curious and interactive guests follow the first one…

Next to me on the podium is a pile of items for guests to amuse themselves with… including plenty of tight merciless clips to be attached to my body.  Like the other girls, paints and markers are also left beside me.  I wiggle and squirm under the itchy tormenting caress of a paintbrush across my nipples, shiver in response as a guest tells me the filth she has written upon my inner thigh.  The markers have a strange cool feel of their own and leave me wondering what has been written upon me.

Random guests who wander by freely add, take away from, or simply tug on the clips attached to my body and graffiti decorating my skin.  If this doesn’t amuse them, some dribble wine or saliva through the gag in my mouth, or lick my betraying juices from my thighs.  I grunt behind my gag as fingers are roughly pushed inside me, then removed and wiped across my tongue, leaving me with the taste of my juices and a stranger’s skin on my mind.  I hear a clinking sound and shiver as I realize the clips are on a chain of some kind… will they later be pulled off of me?

Tears dripping down my cheeks smearing the mascara I had earlier applied only seem to arouse the guests more.  My tender breasts and thighs are slapped with what feels like every implement available in the shop, which had a more than ample selection.  Sharp stripes of pain slither over the curve of my ass, more tight clothespins are applied to the curves of my hips and breasts causing me to squirm against the relentless bonds.  My squirming does no good at all except to encourage more guests to gather around.  I can’t see, but I can feel the predator hunger in the room.

Unexpectedly, fingers rub warm, tingling oil over my wet pussy lips, and then a thick toy is slid deep into my oiled pussy.  Moments later, oiled fingers are rubbing in a rough tickling circle over my pretty clit.  I can’t strain against the bonds any more, my muscles are already tight and tense, but the orgasm that rolls over me brings an even higher arch to my back.

Any thoughts I have are gone as I glide on the beautiful moment of orgasm and then I blink up into my Mistress’s eyes as the blindfold is removed.  She smiles sweetly at me, and then begins to slightly increase her pressure on my clit.  I try to squirm away and focus, but cannot move.

I freeze in pure fear as I feel her gather the clinking chains I had earlier heard and her smile widens even more.  My very fear causes me to thrust my hips forward slightly, pushing against the fingers pressing on my clit.  Smiling still, she leans in and whispers softly in my ear of what a naughty whore I am and that she understands how badly I NEED to be punished for it, kisses me and slides the blindfold back over my eyes.

I shiver in fear now, knowing that the chains will soon be used to yank the clips from my body.  For a moment there is silence in the room as every Dom in the room considers me kneeling at their feet or at their mercy.  I hear a quiet buzz and my muscles tighten in another unexpected and mind numbing orgasm as without warning a vibrator is pressed tight up against my bud.  I cry into the gag and as my body tenses the last possible millimeter, the clips are pulled from my skin with a vicious yank on their chains.

The wave of what should be pain washes over my body as the orgasm continues to rock me and all of it blurs together.  Suddenly the pleasure of the hard orgasm and the pain of the clips being pulled are the same thing.  My body is a shivering, moaning toy for the Mistress and her guests to view in amusement.  My juices pour all over and it seems for a moment as if I will simply pass into the nirvana of unconsciousness.  My mind drifts on wave after relentless wave of sensation until shivering all over nothing more can be pulled from me.

Silence is in the room then applause roars when the blindfold is yanked away and my Mistress leans in to kiss me tenderly on my lips, unbinds me and help me to my feet.  The posture collar is removed, leaving only my Master’s steel one upon my neck then she slides a black silk robe softly over me and quietly orders me to kneel again.  I obey every order in a pleasure bemused wave of contentment.  I can see my Master standing together with my Dom across the room, both looking smugly content with my performance.  I smile and then look up as my Mistress begins to speak.

The Dom I am visiting steps forward halfway between my Master and my temporary Mistress and I am commanded to crawl to his feet.  Exhausted I do as ordered, wondering what is to come next.  My Dom orders me to choose between the two, either a life here with my Mistress on Oahu, or back to life as my Master’s submissive whore on Big Island.  I look over my shoulder at the Mistress who has just lifted me to such ecstasy and meeting her eyes, blow her a tender kiss.  She allows a smile to cross her face, but it fades quickly as I then crawl across the floor to kneel at the feet of my forever Master.

My Dom turns to the crowd and announces that the Mistress of the store has lost the bet, but that the stakes are a private wager between my Master and herself.  My Master takes a moment to lightly caress my hair and then leans in to kiss me softly.  His hand curls into my hair and he commands me to kneel by our friend who has returned to high five him after announcing the results of the contest.  I do as commanded and turn to watch what happens next.

My Master turns and looks at the Mistress.  He asks her if she will fulfill her agreement now, or later?  A ripple crosses the crowd as the Mistress walks proudly over to my Master and then kneels in front of him to receive the simple steel collar he has produced from a pocket and locked around her neck.  I gasped as I realized she had been so sure of my wanting to stay with her that she had put herself up for a wager.  The next week should be very interesting for her!

Hand tight in her hair, my Master forces her lips to the ground and orders her to kneel and wait.  She seems stunned by how fast the tables have turned, but can hardly beg ignorance of what is expected of her.  He turns to the crowd and explains that the Mistress will be back in ten days, after she spends some time with us on Big Island and pays her bet off.  He tosses her keys to the store assistant and snaps his fingers for her to crawl after him.

Not even turning to see if she follows, he returns to my Dom and myself.  Both smiling the men shake hands and laugh at the result of the contest.  My Master looks down and tells me he never doubted my love and obedience for a moment.  I feel my heart soar in love for him and joy that I will continue to be his slave slut.  Although I was expecting to spend the night with him, he explains that I am being sent with my Dom for one final night as a thank you to him for keeping me and (not that it matters) this highly meets with my approval as well.  I was curious to see how far things would go with no other demands or people to distract my Dom from finding my limits.

A wicked smile crosses my Dom’s face as he looks down at me.  He informs me that he has no plans to show me any mercy either now, or when he and our previous host come to visit on the Big Island.  I don’t even have time to process the statement before the blindfold descends again to block out my vision.  My wrists are quickly bound together, as are my ankles, and I am lifted and thrown over his shoulder like a toy, then carried out naked into the street where he flags down a slightly jaded cab driver who doesn’t even blink at the situation.

My Dom gives the address of the hotel we had previously stayed at on the windward side, and encourages me to grab a nap as we head off into the night.  The cab driver actually has interesting musical tastes as (to my giggles) The Wind Cries Mary by Hendrix is followed by the Grateful Dead and Sugar Magnolia.  Head spinning, muscles pleasantly satiated the music pours into the air to send me to capture a few moments of sleep….