My sub partner's reward night.
We make our way through the crowd at the Fetish Ball. My submissive
partner's eyes are appropriately lowered. She has been
a good sub all week and I intend to reward her tonight. The
heads of many men and women in the crowd turn in appreciation
of her tall voluptuous figure straining against a latex
mini skirt and zippered vest. Some call to her. Good sub,
she does not look their way. The occasional hand reaches
out to touch her. I push it away with a glare. After some minutes
we make our way through the crowd to a free standing large
wooden cross. From prediscussion and without a word, she
steps up on a foot high block at the base. She turns around,
extends her arms out from her side and leans back against
the rail of the cross. I remove several lengths of cotton
rope from my "tool bag" and gently but firmly tie her latex
gloved arms to the cross section while she is standing.
I also lash her waist to the vertical member of the cross.
She is firmly bound to the cross and slightly elevated above
the crowd. I then remove a leather blindfold from the bag
and carefully place it over her eyes. I tie it behind her
head taking care not to entangle her hair. A crowd begins
to turn toward us in anticipation of what is next. I put my
cheek next to hers an listen to her breathing quicken. She
strains to see though the blindfold. I whisper that people
are watching us. Slowly, I step down from the block and squat
before her caressing her legs from the ankles up. As I move
past her knees and the back of her thighs I verify that she
is wearing nothing underneath her latex mini skirt. I then
kiss and lightly massage the side of her neck by her ears,
down to the front of her chest below her chin and finally
cup her breasts through the latex vest. Slowly but deliberately
I reach the zipper at the top of her vest and pull downward.
More people are now gathered and crowding around for a view.
They are riveted but not speaking. Their mouths are open
and their drink glasses still in their hands. As I pull the
zipper of her vest all the way down I again lean into her cheek
and whisper that more people are watching. Her body is rigid.
With the zipper completely uncoupled I step back. The vest
dangles open framing her exposed ample firm breast. Sweat
glistens on her freed round bosom.She strains harder against
the blindfold and whimpers. As the crowd presses in with
their mouths agape you can feel their hot breath. I put my
cheek to hers and reach down gently massaging between her
legs. She is shaved and VERY wet.
First, I invite a young woman from the crowd. I reach into
the crowd and take her by the hand. I place it on my partners
bare breast. She gently rubs her hand over her damp skin,
pushes back the vest and leans in to kiss my partner's exposed
breasts and nibbles her hard brown nipples. Her hand reaches
down to massage between my partner's legs. I summon a handsome
young man with dark hair from the crowd. I position him on
his knees in front of my bound and blindfolded partner.
Without direction he begins kissing the inside of her thighs.
I put my lips against my partner's ear and ask if she likes
it. She throws her head back and exhales "Oh God!" The crowd
is now fully circling us and pressing in. Carefully, I select
several more people to join in attending to my blind folded
and bound submissive partner. Protectively, I stop those
who are too aggressive and occasionally position someone's
hands or mouth where I know my partner will like it. I move
behind her and lean against her for support kissing her
lightly on the back of her neck. Five people and ten hands
massage and kiss her from the nape of her neck to her breasts
to the back of her weakening knees. They gently fondle,
kiss, suck and lick every inch of her body. Her breathing
is rapid in my ear. Her back arches against me and she writhers
from side to side. After several minutes of accelerating
groping and kissing by the five strangers she is perspiring
and panting. I decide the time has arrived. I reach down
to a young woman who sucking the inside of my partner's thighs.
I put my hand on the back of the woman's head. She looks up
at me for a moment. I guide her face into my partner's arched
crotch. Without a word full cunnilingus ensues. My partner
arches further and moans loudly. A mahogany skined young
man with shaved head sucks on her right breast. A long haired
blond woman holds her left breast and pulls her nipple with
her teeth. My partners groaning and moaning become one
long sound as the young woman on her knees makes her tongue
flit and probe. Her gloved arms strain against the rope
and her fists clench. The kneeling woman's tongue focuses
on her clit. The crowd pressed in until there is no space
left between us. Finally, with a low guttural growl and
gurgling sound my partner snaps forward and back in the
throws of orgasm. I put one arm around her to contain her
writhing body and place my hand on the back of her head for
protection from the cross. The seemingly endless violent
orgasm throws the five attendees aside. Eventually the
convulsion subsides. She sags in her restraints. I wave
the attendees and crowd away. They retreat looking back
over their shoulders. I support her with one arm while gently
untying her with the other. I lower her to the floor in my
lap. In a shameful moment I feel we mimic Michaelangelo's
Pieta. She leans against me exhausted and hot to the touch.
I slowly remove the blindfold to see her eyes closed in exhaustion.
I stroke her damp hair. She deserves pampering the rest
of the evening for being such a good sub.
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