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    “Damn, you’re even wetter than you were a few minutes ago.”  His hand left and there was an increase in the volume of their captive audience. She wondered what was going on until his mouth brushed her ear. “They are showing their approval, Nisey.” His lips brushed her temple before he slowly turned her to face the crowd. Or at least that’s what she assumed when sounds of approval and a spattering of Japanese was clearer. His body no longer blocked her from the crowd.
    “They love the fact you’re so aroused by my placing the ropes around you that you can’t help but wet your thighs at the most basic of ties. And when I showed them the proof on my fingers, they wanted you to know of their appreciation.”  His lips brushed her shoulder sending shivers of heat down her spine to settle in the achingly wet flesh between her thighs. “Now stand still and show off my handiwork, slave.” His hands left her shoulders and the warmth of his body left hers. 
    Her heart raced as desire raked it’s talons into her. She thought she’d been aroused before at the touch of his ropes but this – this was more than she’d ever experienced.  To have all eyes on her and the rope molding her body was a heady feeling. Oh my god, it’s like he’s placed me on display, like the most priceless of jewels.
    Behind her, she heard and felt every motion he made.  The vibrations of his movements teased the sensitive soles of her feet and her ears picked up on the whistling sound of rope as he secured the lead ties to the silver hitching ring. There was a smattering of Japanese from the female announcer before it was followed quickly by a lightly accented English translation.
    “While Master Caelan prepares the next stage of binding his slave, he has give permission to have the curious come up and examine the bindings. Touching is allowed but penetration is forbidden. Any violators will be escorted from the building.” 
    The sound of her rushing blood filled her head just before she felt the first hands brush over the ropes binding her torso.  A familiar voice met her ears.
    “My student has learned well. You ’ r e beautiful, slave.” Master Yangchi’s familiar touch relaxed her. During their training, he’d touched her as often as her own Master had.  His voice lowered to almost a whisper. “This is his final gift to you, Nisey, to commemorate your journey in acceptance of your submission to his needs.”
    “Thank you, Master Yangchi.” Behind her blindfold tears threatened. “They are just as much this slave’s needs as his.”
    His chuckle had her wishing she could see his smile. Very rarely did the man smile.
    “That’s very true. I was wondering if you recognized it.”
    She nodded as another set of hands traced over her body, exploring the tight weave of rope around her.  A gasp of surprise was quickly followed a low moan when the fingers found her nipples and tugged. Her womb clenched in reaction.  I can’t – no I won’t come without Máister’s touch. Only by focusing on her breathing was she able to disconnect her mind from her body while one set of hands was exchanged for another. 
    She wasn’t sure how many had touched her, and thought she’d mastered the response of her body, when a thumb deftly found her aching clit and brushed across the hardened bud. Up to that point none had ventured remotely close to her swollen aching sex. Too afraid of being tossed from the club to have their touch mistaken. The orgasm that had seemed so far away was now breathing down her neck.  Her body tensed and a plea escaped her. “No.”
    “You dare tell me no?” Caelan’s voice teased her ear. “Especially when this hard little clit tells me how hot you are burning?” His thumb rotated with devastating accuracy as the pleasure gathered and swelled forcing her higher.  “For that you’re not allowed to come, slave.” His fingers slipped away.  She cried out as the orgasm slipped away and