the two attending to his hard-on.
For my pièce de résistance , I sucked my finger, at the same time spreading Dan’s arse cheeks with the finger and thumb of my free hand.
“Lower that dick,” I said.
The blonde complied.
I pressed my fingertip to Dan’s arse pucker then pushed in, skating over his prostate, something he’d never been able to handle. He writhed, ground out a gravelly yell, and bunched his hands into fists. Cum shot out of his cock, splatting on the stage to the strains of the crowd releasing their collective breath. I kept on skating over his nub until he was spent and nodded to the blonde to let go of the lace. Her Master ordered her to stand, to go to him, and she scooted past the other exhibitionists to be by his side. He kissed her, long and deep, and it was then I noticed others doing the same. Our little show had set them off, it seemed. The Master having his cock tended to came, his suckers rearing their heads back as they directed his cock toward his stomach. His wails were agonizing and drawn out as his arse whipping ceased and he was left on the stage to hoarsely order his sub to clean him up.
“And that,” I said, removing my finger from Dan’s arse then walking over to a plastic container on the wall, “is how you make a man come with very little stimulation.” I tugged out some wet tissues and cleaned Dan first, then my finger and the floor. “All that’s left for me to say is thank you for watching!”
There was a smattering of applause, many groans, and several gasps of pleasure. Everyone was engrossed in getting off, but a loud knocking had people springing apart from heated embraces and rising to their feet to stare at the door.
Mr M stood there with Shareena. He nodded at me, as if he approved of our presentation, then waited for a path to be cleared down the center. He and his lady walked to the stage—the previous Master and sub, and myself and Dan scooted off just in time. Once again we were part of the crowd and I stood with bated breath for what we were about to see. I could have taken or left this performance before we’d shown ours, but seeing another sub touching my Master and knowing he’d actually only been responding to me and the way I had acted, had set me on fire.
I looked at Dan, on his knees beside me. Said quietly, “Are you all right? Did I do all right?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
“Don’t you want to stand so you can see better?”
“Why, when we’re already at the front?”
I smiled, coming to a firm decision. “Then I’ll join you.” I knelt, sliding my arm through the crook of his and loving the way we were equal, showing a side of ourselves to these people we’d previously kept hidden.
I’d never felt so wonderful in my life.
“Are you sure this is wise?” Dan asked, stroking the back of my hand.
“It’s who we are, remember?”
“Oh, I shall never forget.” He kissed me, a soft peck of lips on lips, then said against my mouth, “This next show had better be good. Do you even want to stay?”
“If we go now it’ll seem rude,” I whispered.
“You don’t know the meaning of the word rude.” He skimmed my face with his fingertips. “But, if you’re good, when we get home I’ll show you exactly what it means.”
Coming soon from Totally Bound Publishing:
Marshall Cottage: Master M
Natalie Dae
Released 31 st October 2014
Excerpt
Chapter One
Now
There I stood on stage, wearing only a white corset and panties, my feet bare, my long black hair coiled into a bun on top of my head. There he stood, beside me, dressed as though he were a man about to go into his office. All he needed was a briefcase, perhaps a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, to complete the impression that he was an accountant or a bank manager.
He was far from that.
The sea of faces in front of us didn’t worry me. Perhaps they should have. Many people found when playing before a crowd that their
For my pièce de résistance , I sucked my finger, at the same time spreading Dan’s arse cheeks with the finger and thumb of my free hand.
“Lower that dick,” I said.
The blonde complied.
I pressed my fingertip to Dan’s arse pucker then pushed in, skating over his prostate, something he’d never been able to handle. He writhed, ground out a gravelly yell, and bunched his hands into fists. Cum shot out of his cock, splatting on the stage to the strains of the crowd releasing their collective breath. I kept on skating over his nub until he was spent and nodded to the blonde to let go of the lace. Her Master ordered her to stand, to go to him, and she scooted past the other exhibitionists to be by his side. He kissed her, long and deep, and it was then I noticed others doing the same. Our little show had set them off, it seemed. The Master having his cock tended to came, his suckers rearing their heads back as they directed his cock toward his stomach. His wails were agonizing and drawn out as his arse whipping ceased and he was left on the stage to hoarsely order his sub to clean him up.
“And that,” I said, removing my finger from Dan’s arse then walking over to a plastic container on the wall, “is how you make a man come with very little stimulation.” I tugged out some wet tissues and cleaned Dan first, then my finger and the floor. “All that’s left for me to say is thank you for watching!”
There was a smattering of applause, many groans, and several gasps of pleasure. Everyone was engrossed in getting off, but a loud knocking had people springing apart from heated embraces and rising to their feet to stare at the door.
Mr M stood there with Shareena. He nodded at me, as if he approved of our presentation, then waited for a path to be cleared down the center. He and his lady walked to the stage—the previous Master and sub, and myself and Dan scooted off just in time. Once again we were part of the crowd and I stood with bated breath for what we were about to see. I could have taken or left this performance before we’d shown ours, but seeing another sub touching my Master and knowing he’d actually only been responding to me and the way I had acted, had set me on fire.
I looked at Dan, on his knees beside me. Said quietly, “Are you all right? Did I do all right?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
“Don’t you want to stand so you can see better?”
“Why, when we’re already at the front?”
I smiled, coming to a firm decision. “Then I’ll join you.” I knelt, sliding my arm through the crook of his and loving the way we were equal, showing a side of ourselves to these people we’d previously kept hidden.
I’d never felt so wonderful in my life.
“Are you sure this is wise?” Dan asked, stroking the back of my hand.
“It’s who we are, remember?”
“Oh, I shall never forget.” He kissed me, a soft peck of lips on lips, then said against my mouth, “This next show had better be good. Do you even want to stay?”
“If we go now it’ll seem rude,” I whispered.
“You don’t know the meaning of the word rude.” He skimmed my face with his fingertips. “But, if you’re good, when we get home I’ll show you exactly what it means.”
Coming soon from Totally Bound Publishing:
Marshall Cottage: Master M
Natalie Dae
Released 31 st October 2014
Excerpt
Chapter One
Now
There I stood on stage, wearing only a white corset and panties, my feet bare, my long black hair coiled into a bun on top of my head. There he stood, beside me, dressed as though he were a man about to go into his office. All he needed was a briefcase, perhaps a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, to complete the impression that he was an accountant or a bank manager.
He was far from that.
The sea of faces in front of us didn’t worry me. Perhaps they should have. Many people found when playing before a crowd that their
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