Masturbation Monday: Bound to be Teased Part One

I had originally planned to write the male POV from Known Stranger, however when I saw the image of the woman bound to the table, I couldn’t help myself. I decided to write this instead. Here is Part One (Yep, you gotta come back next week for Part Two) of Bound to be Teased. Enjoy!

I couldn't figure out why they didn't want to taste me. I wondered if they had to be given permission or if were being saved for someone later.
I couldn’t figure out why they didn’t want to taste me. I wondered if they had to be given permission or if were being saved for someone later.

I writhed against the hard black lacquered table. My nipples had never been clamped before and even though these had been adjusted to my sensitivities prior to the party, they still hurt. I couldn’t put the pain out of my mind. My safe word is ginger. I kept repeating that in my head. I knew I could end it at any moment. But I wanted to make him proud, my master.

There were lips, tongues, teeth, and fingers teasing my bound body. I was a newly trained submissive and after months of keeping me mostly to himself and small groups, my bear of a master decided to throw a party in celebration. Celebration of me, as I was the main attraction.

Struggling against my bindings was of no use. I knew this, but had to try anyway. It was part role as a submissive and part animal-brain that told me I was trapped and should fight to get free. I feared that I would disappoint my master.

“Master G,” a woman with a lilting voice accompanied by jasmine-scented perfume approached the table, “I have a beautiful boy that would look delectable as your little girl here sucked his balls and cock. Interested?” My eyes rolled up to look at the woman. She was pretty in her red feather mask covered in glittery designs and wearing a black dress that allowed her large breasts to be easily taken out and adored.

“Let me see this boy and I’ll consider it,” my master’s voice was full of desire and I wondered if it was for me or all the other sights around the room. We had turned the living room into a large sex-dungeon that spilled into the dining room and study. With a snap of fingers, a male submissive came to kneel before my master.

I couldn’t see him so instead focused my eyes on the others touching and teasing me.

My pussy throbbed, but remained untouched. My juices leaked into a sticky puddle between my spread thighs. I couldn’t figure out why they didn’t want to taste me. I wondered if they had to be given permission or if I were being saved for someone later. One person had been tongue-fucking my belly button and in my mind I pretended it was my clit. I squirmed against the table, hoping to get closer to the orgasm peeking at me from the edge.

Torrents of pleasure consumed me. My feet were being rubbed and toes were being sucked. Not something I would ever considered erotic and yet I moaned in pleasure as that hot little tongue flicked against the underside of each toe.

I had missed the consent of my master and there was a pretty male submissive suddenly straddling my face, his balls resting on my chin. He was completely free of hair and slight of frame, unlike my big bear of a master. I flicked my tongue against the underside of his cock and tasted salty goodness. I slurped on his balls like a good little girl. The bottom half of my body was suddenly lifted up to expose my ass. I knew the table could shift but hadn’t been told how.

A gentle slap against my ass told me someone found the ping pong paddles.

Unable to prevent it, I cried out with the ball in my mouth. The submissive above me squirmed a bit, his nipples being flicked and pinched, only to have nipple clamps affixed to him as well. I switched to the other ball, sucking and swirling my tongue around it. I moaned in my throat every time I was spanked and soon I could feel something dripping onto my face. I realized moments later it was pre-cum. He was leaking from the head of his cock and I wanted to taste it.

Before I realized it, his cock was entering my mouth, but just the head and maybe an inch. I was in the wrong position to take him deep, but I didn’t care. I sucked that head and inch as well as I would if I had a throat full of cock. I shoved my tongue into the slit, flicking and slurping on the little bit of length. The male sub moaned and pulled his own hair.

“Please, mistress, if she keeps this up I will disobey your order. Please allow me to climax. I bid your mercy,” the words became one long moan and then a long intake of breath as he tried to prevent himself from breaking his mistress’s rule.

“What do you think, Master G, are you willing to allow him to shoot his seed into your slave’s mouth,” I could hear the smirk in this woman’s voice, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing my best work. I kept sucking and flicking my tongue against the sensitive head. My pussy throbbed with need I felt like I would erupt on his behalf if he weren’t allowed.

Continue to Part Two

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