H's Story - Part 2 - Sex Stories

H's Story - Part 2

... place and pulled her most frightening desires out and thrust them into her conscious mind. "Yes. Oh God yes," she cried out. His grip tightened, just a little. She felt controlled and threatened and right at the very edge of panic but not the least bit in real danger. And as every single part of her mind and body sung in ecstasy, his thumb stroked her clit and his teeth closed a little harder and his hand on her throat shifted and she went tumbling over the edge, falling into nothingness as her insides twisted and released in a rolling cycle beyond her imagining. And again, she came back to the present panting with her mind reeling with him lying against her, this time with his finger gently pushing her hair back off her forehead over and over again. She tried to speak, to thank him but when she opened her mouth, he pushed his fingers into it and she tasted herself on them and, almost instinctively, she hungrily sucked them clean because, somehow, she knew that's what he wanted. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear as he sat up. "You're welcome, my little sweet one." He released her from the cuffs and instructed her to go and clean herself up and come right back mentioning that his friend and her selection from the auction would be here soon. When she got back he had straightened the room almost to the way it would be right after the maid had visited except, of course, for the collection of kinky toys laid out on the dresser. She knelt beside him, more comfortable ...

... now with her nudity than she had ever thought she could be, in front of him anyway. How would she feel when his friend arrived? As if her thought had summoned them, there was a knock at the door. She'd have no time to contemplate that question. He motioned for her to stay where she was and went to the door. She didn't know if she was allowed to look so she tried to steal a sideways glance. His friend was a woman, a gorgeous woman with hair like something out of a soap opera and a curvaceous body that she clearly had no issues showing off. She immediately felt small and inadequate and unattractive and, frankly, insanely jealous. She was so fixated on the woman that she almost forgot to look at her "purchase". He was a small, thin but muscular young man, naked except for a collar attached to a leash. His eyes caught her looking and she realized, after she brought her eyes back front that the young man seemed to blush too at the probable violation of protocol. He returned to his chair beside her and the woman sat opposite him with the naked young man kneeling directly across from her. God it was hard not to look. "Mistress Veronica, this is my little sweet one." He lifted her chin with his finger and she looked into the woman's eyes and couldn't breathe or look away. The woman looked into her eyes, no, right through her eyes into her mind, she was sure. "So very pleased to meet you.” Her voice was a thick and beautiful as her hair. Of course it was. “This is my precious little ...