The Munch - Sex Stories

The Munch

... horse-style bit gag and showed the audience. Then he went around to face jewel. "Open," he commanded and jewel opened her mouth obediently. He placed the bit in her mouth, seating it well back in her jaws, and then buckled the strap behind her head. "Are you okay?" he asked her. "Yeth Mathter," she said through the gag. "Very well. We shall continue, then, but I will be increasing the intensity some. I will be watching for your reactions though my dear, so don't worry," he said. "Yeth, Mathter." Master Michael stepped back around behind her and began swinging the flogger again, this time faster and harder. When he had established a rhythm, he stepped up to her. Jewel moaned again as the flogger began its work, the flicking tails reddening her ass now and her squirming more from the sting than from the soft teasing as before. Jewel began moaning and whimpering and Master Michael knew that she was highly aroused. He had brought her to this place many times and knew that she was about to break. She was reaching the point where she would not be able to stop herself from cumming and he wanted to make sure he was the one that pushed her over the edge. He stopped the flogger and set it aside. "My submissive is reaching her critical point," he told the group, "I will now bring her to orgasm myself for your viewing pleasure." With that he pulled aside her panties and shoved two fingers deep into her dripping pussy. He rapidly finger fucked her pussy with one hand while rubbing her ...

... clit with the other. Jewel couldn't take it and burst. "Ohhh, MAAATHTERRRR!!!" she screamed through her gag as she poured out her orgasm onto the floor beneath her. She rocked the pillory and her legs shook as wave after crashing wave wracked her body. He kept fingerfucking her and strumming her clit as she came repeatedly. One, two, three stacked orgasms raced through her, crashing headlong into her mind and reducing the otherwise intelligent, articulate woman into a babbling mass of quivering jelly. When he finally relented, she lay in the pillory trembling, panting, and covered in sweat, her makeup running down her cheeks and her well-quaffed hair now stringy and limp. She sucked air past her bit gag as she tried to come back from wherever she had gone in her orgasm. Master Michael went around to her head and removed the bit gag, slowly stroking her matted hair as he helped her come back. As she raised her head a bit, he knew she was all right and he unlocked the pillory to help her out of the apparatus. She wasn't able to walk just yet, so he sat with her in his lap for a few moments, right there on stage, holding her and cuddling her and gently rocking her as she clung tightly to him. A few minutes rest and Master Michael picked up his girl and carried her in his arms back to the table. He sat her gently in her chair as one of the serving girls brought her a glass of ice water. He sat with her watching her and monitoring her as she rested and drank. It took another 10 or 15 ...