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Authors: Lexi Cross

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“ahhhh, please...” she sighed, unsure of what she was pleading for. She needed the relief of an orgasm, but wished it could be somewhere a little more private. She couldn’t even see his face with him behind her, she was forced to look into the faces of strangers as Aiden teased her dripping slit; dipping just the tips of his fingers inside her and using the wetness to rub into her aching clit.

“You’ve been a very good girl, Helena,” he began, his thick finger tormenting her with slow agonizing strokes all over her protruding clit. She could feel it pulsing, throbbing in pleasure everytime he touched it, and knew it would be impossible for her to stave off an orgasm if he continued teasing her.

“Perhaps I could agree to a little relief for this sweet little pussy, considering how wet and slippery it is right now.”

He slipped another finger inside her, inducing a wave of bliss that surged through her entire body, causing her to shudder in delight, oblivious to the onlookers.

“Oh please Sir, yes...” she begged, pushing against him as much as the restraints would allow, luxuriating in the feeling of his fingers exploring her. She was powerless to move more than the slightest bit, and it didn’t allow for her to get the relief she so desperately needed.

He used his other hand to give her still tender ass a sharp swat, not as hard as the ones before but enough to make her jump a little. Her muscles contracted around his finger, sending a jolt of pleasure through her, and awakening the vicious craving even more. The sudden pain contrasted deliciously with the pleasure inside her, and made her all the more aware of both.

“Oh god, please...” she moaned; dizzy with pleasure, “please Master...!”

“Look at all this,” he remarked, spreading her soft cheeks to show the constant drip of juices escaping her, “what are we going to do about all this?”

She didn’t answer; she couldn’t. Her jaw was clenched tight in anticipation, begging him wordlessly for the reward she so deeply needed.

His hand was persistent, gently rubbing her slick folds and brushing against her clit in a maddening way, making her wish for more pain to help push the feeling down.

“I think you’ve earned a reward, my lovely slave, don’t you?”

He spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear him, and a twinge of embarrassment returned at the strange feeling of having her pleasure oddly controlled by a crowd of strangers.

“Only if you wish it, Sir.” Helena murmured obediently; trying to keep her own nagging desire in the back of her mind. She wanted him to push his fingers deeper, to fill the void his merciless punishment had left, and allow her a final moment of bliss.

Instead she felt him pull away, leaving her empty again; starved for the release only he could provide her. She let out an involuntary moan of disappointment, pulling uselessly against the restraints that held her captive, the willing victim of her delicious tormentor.

“It is not only me that wishes it, look around you at the people who have come to watch you.”

He walked around to her side, lifting her head up to better see the crowd of people who had gathered and watched eagerly as she ceased to be herself and started to become his. His slave,

“Yes, Sir...” she whispered, unable to raise her voice more than a few octaves.

A sudden wallop to her left cheek jolted her back to reality, a sharp reminder that he was in control and would reward her obedience when and if he saw fit. The intense pain from her spanking had only begun to subside, and now it was back, stronger than ever.

She breathed deeply, trying to disassociate the throbbing pain on her backside with the ache deep inside her, but it was no use; the rush of heat that had returned only served to make the hunger worse.

“Tell them what you want, my dear!”

He was taunting her, forcing her to address the group of eager onlookers, and even worse, to tell them she wanted an orgasm.

“I can’t...” she pleaded, closing her eyes to avoid their stares.

“You can, my darling, and soon you will.”

He sounded so confident, and she knew there was no use fighting it. She needed it so badly, and if the only way was to admit it in front of all these people, then so be it.

“I...I would like to cum for my Master!” she spewed, feeling her cheeks flame as she spoke.

She searched the faces of the people for a reaction, but they stood motionless; watching her, looking neither surprised nor appalled at her request.

“Good girl, Helena; I knew you could do it.”

Aiden brushed her hair back gently, trailing his fingers down her damp skin. She shivered at his touch, knowing that the worst part was finally over. She arched her back, following his touch as he slowly made his way down her back, across her crimson backside and down her thighs, sticky with sweat and the juices flowing from her.

She felt him spreading her ass cheeks, squeezing the delicate flesh he’d inflicted such distress on. She was being spread open, her dripping pussy on display for the entire room to see as she looked into their faces, each of them fixated on her, eagerly anticipating her movements. They were staring in admiration, perhaps imagining a small part of themselves as her, just as she had done earlier when she was the spectator.

A wave of euphoria swept over her; from the feeling of her Master’s hand so close to her core, and the rush of excitement at finally overcoming her shyness---even if only for the moment---and being able to let go; to feel free.

Aiden’s fingers dipped into the source of her wetness, pressing deep into her and making her squeal in delight. His other hand peppered her ass with a few playful slaps, making her squeeze tightly around his fingers, and she felt delightfully full.

“Ohhh...Master please...” she twisted herself against his fingers, wanting more of him inside her; as much as she could get.

He sensed her need and didn’t hold back on her this time; sliding his fingers deeper as he used his other hand on her clit, using one of his fingertips to rub it in slow, tantalizing circles that sent shock of pleasure through her whole body.

Helena could hardly stay still, the pressure building in her was so intense. Every time he pushed his fingers deep inside her it seemed to increase, bubbling over a little as he worked her clit, it seemed bigger than usual and so sensitive she felt like it was going to explode.

Every time she tried to move he just stopped, and she had given up trying now. Whatever pleasure he wanted her to have he would provide; and she lay defeated over the bench, resigned to whatever he had decided for her.

He seemed to appreciate this, and drove his fingers deeper, Helena could barely stand it, feeling herself shaking as her body’s thirst for relief pushed her further. Her breathing was ragged and she could feel the pressure inside her increasing, filling her up with an inexplicable feeling, a yearning deeper than she’d even known.

“Cum for me,” he commanded “slave...”

The words alone would have done it for her, if his hands hadn’t been there to help. She relaxed finally, luxuriating in the feeling as he worked his fingers deep inside her. She’d never been so thoroughly explored with just a man’s fingers and he certainly knew how to find the most sensitive places.

She could feel herself beginning to peak as he rubbed faster on her clit, jiggling it as he slid his fingers in and out of her juicy slit. She gazed languidly into the eyes of her spectators, all watching in awe as she was about to receive her first public orgasm.

“Yes Sir...” she whispered, not even she could hear her voice, but it was her way of holding back until she had his full permission; and acknowledged it. She wouldn’t have been able to stop now regardless, and could feel her body starting to tense up the way it always did when she was about to cum.

His fingers were relentless, and she was helpless to control it now even if she wanted to. She gasped for breath, and an intense wave of pleasure coursed through her body; rendering her dizzy and euphoric as a flood of pussy juice covered her Master’s fingers.

“Ohhhh...” she whimpered, her voice ebbing away as the pleasure ripped through her, it was the most vivid, debilitating orgasm she’d ever had, and for the moment she could only lie motionless, trying to get her body to stop shaking.

The previously quiet crowd of people erupted in applause, and she looked up at them, dazed; having almost forgotten they were there at the end. She was amazed at their response, and felt a sense of beauty and pride where her embarrassment had been. She lifted her head, exhausted, to greet their applause and appreciative smiles.

Aiden’s hand wiped the sweat from her forehead and she felt him untying her hands. He lifted her up, off the bench and set her down on a nearby chaise, letting her stretch out and regain her balance. The small crowd began to dissipate, the onlookers shuffling off to watch another spectacle.

“Helena?”

Aiden was looking at her, his dark eyes searching her face for a response. She looked up at him, more relaxed and fulfilled than she’d ever been before and clasped his hand between hers.

“What is it Sir?”

“Nothing really,” he said with a smile, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “just figured after we relax a moment we’ll take in another show; what do you think?”

“Absolutely Sir, I’d love to,” Helena smiled to herself, she couldn’t wait to watch another show with him, and already had a few things in mind, “maybe a bondage show Sir? Or a strapping?”

Helena’s mind was racing at the possibilities, there was so much she still wanted to see, to learn about. She couldn’t wait to try it all, to have him show her everything he knew, everything he wished for her to become.

“All in good time, my lovely slave---all in good time.”

Revenge

Cassie could tell from the sound of his voice he was angry; even over the phone he sounded tense and anxious.

Could be anything bugging the old prick---Mitch wasn’t the most easygoing guy. He had a hard job dealing with the finances at the club; where they had met and started seeing each other.

She was one of those wannabe actresses whose only ‘major’ films so far were the kind where the starlet runs around half naked through the whole film; probably not the next big thing. But her buxom figure and girlish features made her a natural for the genre, and for the time being it was all the work she could find.

As soon as she entered the office, she could tell by his dark glare he wasn’t impressed.

“Everything ok? I’ve got your favourite panties on...ya know, the see through net ones?”

She did a little twirl, spinning to raise her short pleated skirt enough to show glimpse of her soft round ass hanging out.

He wasn’t interested.

“Sit down!”

She looked at him, a little startled and came closer, dropping into the other chair with a loud sigh.

“What’s up big daddy?”

He pushed a piece of paper across the desk towards her, glaring angrily; she knew from his livid expression what it was---a copy of her marriage certificate from a few months ago.

“Congratulations! I never received my invitation...must have been one hell of a time.”

He stared at her, daring a response.

“I didn’t wanna tell you,” she began, stretching back in the chair and closing her eyes for a moment, “It’s just short term, it’s the guy who’s directing my next few films.”

It didn’t surprise him; she wasn’t exactly a movie star, and most of the flings she’d had seemed to coincide with films she was in. But they were short lived romances, this time she’d gotten married. Married! And without even mentioning it to him.

“I mean it...as soon as I’m done these next two movies it’s over, I swear;” she whined, “but I needed to do it for my career. I’m not exactly in demand you know; with the economy... Plus I still have a bit of an accent, I need a coach to get my voice right. I did have a part last month in that theatre production...”

She was grasping at straws but had a point. There were a million girls trying to be the next big thing, and just not enough roles for all of them. Cassie was gorgeous and a decent actress, but these two films she’d married her way into were probably her only shot at any sort of following.

True or not he wasn’t just planning to let it go easily. After the stress she’d put him through she was going to get the spanking of a lifetime.

“Aw, c’mon big daddy...you know it’s you I want,”

“I’m still your best student, right?”

She leaned forward and flashed a wicked grin,, showing off her big, bouncy tits. She was wearing his favourite kind of outfit, as she always did did when they they met up. Short, tartan mini skirt, sheer blouse and panties.

Sometimes she wore a bra, but today she’d done without and her could see the dark shadows of her big, pointy nipples through the transparent blouse.

She made him crazy. But his anger was swallowing up the insatiable appetite he usually had for her, and if there was any hope of him getting off tonight it would have to come at her expense. More so than usual.

It’s hard to punish a girl who likes to be spanked, and Cassie was that girl. She’d first been over his knee two years ago when she came to the club looking for help with a spanking scene in some B list film. The way she gasped and sighed, wriggling around on his lap as he spanked her made his dick stand taller than it had in a very long time.

He’d never caught the title of the movie but for sure it was a hot scene if she had behaved the same way with the cameras rolling. They’d begun meeting up at the club casually, and she discovered her true passion was getting spanked, and he was all too happy to indulge the voluptuous young woman’s wishes. She spent hours over his knee, always in a too-short pleated skirt with her lush derriere hanging out, begging to be squeezed and slapped.

“So you went and married to some schmuck---without any thought to mention it to me---to get into a couple of lousy movies? Thats what you’re saying?”

He wasn’t planning to drop it, no matter how cute or mad she got.

She shook her head in disbelief, pouting a little.

“You don’t have to be such a jerk. I’m still gonna come see you,” she assured him, getting up from the chair to grab his hands.

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