Well Slaves, I suppose you have waited yet again, long enough
….I yanked myself out of the way, not wanting to soil my costume any further than it already had been, since if my boots couldn’t be washed clean and sweet-smelling again, they’d clearly have to be replaced. I moved around to his backside as he ejaculated a second time, and as the third orgasmic spurt shot out across the floor, I started whipping his ass hard and fast. His gasps of pain became cries of pleasure, and I was pretty sure he experienced his first multiple orgasm, too, since he kept shuddering and thrusting wildly with his hips, even as his buttocks turn first pink and welted, then blush-red. Even when the semen was barely dribbling out of its hole, he was still gasping and shuddering with the force of his climax. I finally stopped when I ran the risk of beading those welts with blood, leaving him to droop, shuddering with pain and pleasure…and realized that we had quite an audience, now.
Before, when I’d been facing Mr. Naughty Bear during his lashing, my back had been to the entrance of the Ladies’ Room. When I moved around to welt his buttocks, my attention had been on the task at hand, breaking him in to the ways of my world, extending his pain and its pleasure so that he would thoroughly associate one with the other.. Now we both became aware of the crowd of bodies, female *and* male, standing at the doorway. Staring at the tableau the two of us made. Me, half-stooped over, quirt in hand and a nice flush covering my skin at being caught…since there were several of my vanilla friends, female and male, in that doorway with the others…and my drunken new submissive, quickly hunching over his groin, covering it protectively. And maybe covering up his face, and hiding his distinctive height, too. No doubt he had abruptly recognized some friends of his own in the costumed group.
I straightened as smoothly and regally as I could, and gave them a careless, helpless little shrug. “I caught him peeing on the floor in here.”
Silence met my statement. Shocked, disgusted, titillated, the whole mix of emotions was visible in the faces of the crowd. One of my vanilla friends, Gabrielle, met my gaze with her own…and grinned, surprising me. I winked back at her. If she could handle this side of me… Well, that left my male vanilla friends, some of whom looked very disgusted. Feeling a giggle welling up inside of me, I couldn’t help it; I just had to add,
“This was nothing! You should see what I do to men who leave the toilet seat up at home,” I drawled. Most of the men drew back in shock. I gently nudged Mr. Embarrassed Bear with my toe. “Go get your shirt, and finish mopping up the floor.” Like a good Domina should when surprised by an unplanned audience, I stepped around him, placing myself firmly between him and the audience, giving him my tacit protection. No one was going to get to him, without going through me. Quirt in one hand, the other making shooing motions, I addressed them with a kindly smile. “Nothing more to see here, folks. Move along, move along. The bathroom will be ready for use in another ten minutes or so, ladies only. And I do mean Ladies *Only*,” I added darkly, reminding the men of what they had seen. “Move along, Happy Halloween, nothing to see, here…”
As you know from reading My bio, I will not ever in a million years allow you to have My pussy. You crave it, you want to taste it, you want to nuzzle your face and tongue between those soft, savory, sweet, wet lips of Mine but you will never truly know what a sweet wonderful place it is with that pathetic cock of yours. Basically because you are not worthy of them, and never will be. Another place on My body that you will never know the joy of tasting; My tits. I know you want to touch them, rest your head upon them, squeeze them, or even, fuck them. Very bold thought on your behalf, one that should leave your mind as quickly as it entered because that My pet, will never happen. However, I will allow you to worship them, get close enough to them to smell the intoxicating scent of my body, the warmth of them, you are allowed to worship their beauty. Imagine kneeling down before Me, Me releasing them so they fall freely in front of your mouth, and you, not being able to do anything but show adoration with your eyes and words.
