More Silvana

Moaning at the side of Silvana bed after having refreshed her room, this Tuesday morning, Sodome, enjoyed the finger grazing her clit.

"Great news for you sweetie, we are going out together, this evening."

"Hopefully I will please you enough for you to please me, Mistress."

"Don't procrastinate, my dear, just get over it. Don't think, be embarrassed and honor me. Tonight either you do it by yourself or you don't. If I'm happy you get a treat. If I'm mad you know what you get and you do not like it."

"Mistress I will obey flawlessly brandishing my new motto: my shame is your glory. I hope my bottom will stay clear of trouble and you will completely reward the spot actually teased."

"Perfect intention, my dear. To give you a better chance of success, let me tell you our plan in advance."

"Mistress, You scare me. You know all of me and you suggest that I may fail!"

"The details may upset you as we go! Knowing the main line will help you deliver the promised festival of submissive obedience. In the park, on our way to a formal dinner party of a friend of mine, you will change from your work clothe into your sluttish dress, the one barely under ass line. The guests, a bunch of straight couples, search a contact with our life style. You will model our customs. I will first introduce you to the Mistress of the house, then you will join the party in a long gown."

"I will dress for the party! It had been some time."

"Don't overjoy too fast, my dear. At one point you will lift the dress other your head and be available for questions. I expect you from you an impeccable behavior. Their relations will copy what you showed."

Sodome marinated fifteen minutes in her juices, until Silvana came from the end of the block. Her tights moist with anticipation urged her to anticipate any request. Tonight her pride consisted of trust and obedience for Silvana. Bowing to her Mistress and humbling kissing her hand she greeted her.

"Good evening Mistress, my intimate mound swells for you."

I inserted my index between Sodome lips enjoying the enveloping welcome of my slave mouth. Her tongue, expertly touching my skin with appetite, transferred her personal power to my hands. Her giving position, laced with her eagerness to expose in public the nature of our relationship, sent a gracious current across my belly.

"You make a great start, Sweetie."

Holding hands in silence, we entered the park. Basking in her hammy welcome, I relaxed without any hurry. A new slave, reaching harmony with her inner personality under my ministration, exalted my emotion like if the strings of the world flowed between my fingers. Limitless possible inhabited my future. My slave girl, nude for me under her power dress, smiled serene and beautiful expecting the next offense. The fabric of her dress, thin and airy, hide the dots of her tits that I knew to be quite accentuated. Curious to grasp the secret of such a feast without a covering bra, I selected a discreet bench on a side alley, for the setting of my illumination. My slave, sitting her hide with style on the coarse wood, pleased me, bringing in the process, to her dismay, the lower part of her dress so above her slightly separated knee that the tie of her red lacy garters got disclosed. Her trouble, transpiring in the red point on her cheeks, the dampness of her palms and a cute heavy breathing, aroused my sex, a touch of desire in my peace. What a difference from last month! She had thrown a tantrum to keep her arse away from my hand. Today, eyes to the ground, her skirt obviously disposed to avoid being in contact with the bench and showing to the world a frilly piece of intimate garment, she endured with a comely poise. A man strolling down the alley, guiltily leering at her, offered a chance. I whispered in her ear:

"Spread your legs for him. Let see if sluts scares or attract him."

Her knees, instantly pushing away from each other, empowered my words. The man opened his mouth his surprise and slowed his pace, his gaze stuck to her thigh, now displaying a band of rosy skin, above the white hose. Hot with the prospect of offering her to him, I smiled hoping for easy contact but he kept going, relieving her and angering me. I told her nastily:

"Get rid of those stocking. The garters make you indecent."

Her eyes plunged in mine, almost confrontational in the childish discomfort from my scold, and her mouth wrinkled to speak but a twinkle in my eyes stopped her. Her head lowered behind a secretive smile, she fiddled nervously with the attach of the garter to her stocking, carefully avoiding to bring her dress up unnecessarily, disconnecting the hoses without offering me a glimpse of her cleft. Her nervousness, evident in the snapping quality of her hands, deepened with the noise of the foot of passerby, which gaze, at a better angle than mine, may encompass the sexy roundness inside her thighs. Her eyes keeping a low profile, in compliances of the house rules, kept the identity of the people away from her. I was ravished. Two men and a couple, jealous of my position, walked by seduced by her beauty. The desires emanating from them sharpen the delicious beat in my lower belly.

"Take it easy, sweetie, they like to see you. The more you show the more they get turned on. I'm hot like a potato."

The stocking, now loose of any attach, were removed separately with grace before turning toward me for my compliment her job. Expressionless, my chin moved toward her thigh where lay the garter laces. The redness on her cheek accentuated. She knew what I wanted but stop short of volunteering the right move. Instead of plunging her hands under her skirt to slip down the belt she waffled, pushing down her dress to cover the offending garter. She delighted in pleasing me and her cute reticence, hoping reprieve with every step, delighted me. A frown form on my face showed my dissatisfaction with her response. Her expression back was a jewel: a little girl pout caught red handed with her hand in the cookie jar. I suspended a laugh, holding on the tip of my tongue the first of a long series of public presentations of the V-shaped split at the top of her legs. At this point a nod from me would suffice to trigger the appearance of her intimate beauties. The power was thrilling. It was OK to let me know that it was embarrassing for her. I gazed deeply into her eyes feeding on the tempestuous emotions inhabiting her until those resonated in my own sexual organs. Swept by winds of satisfactions and waiting a random witness for the full display, I decided to solve the mystery of her invisible tits.

I offered her a large grin before continuing:

"Sweetie, show me your left tit. I wonder how come it does not show under your dress."

Smiling tensely while unzipping the back of her dress to bring outside her creamy orb, she uncovers the culprit and her delicious tits in the same movement. Reinforcement in the dress itself hides the bump at the end of the globe. This was cheating:

"Slave, no more of those. You must not wear a bra even incorporated in the dress."

"Mistress how can I could do my job with tits peaking under my blouse? The obviousness of my braless state will spell trouble."

I left no space to her defensive fear.

"Did your new status impair your performance?"

She hesitated before uttering:

"No, not really."

"Then why would showing the bump on your tits would? Your breast basking in the sun in the park, for the enjoyment of passerby, did not change your destiny!"

Mesmerized in her defense she had not noticed the keen interest of a passing by man in her exposed tits. Her face turning over me, suffused by a wave of submissive love, enhance the swelling of my bud and stir the first urgency of the encounter, for her tongue presence on it. She said:

"Mistress, I apologize. I will check my wardrobe."

"You should never need to apologize to your Mistress. Now stuff back your breast in place. Let's remove those dangling garter before we move on, my dear. Go for it, Sweetie and let it out for a little while longer than necessary."

Red like a beet she pushed herself and the dress up, to reach the belt, finally showing the core of her intimacy to the young man, which pace slowed to a crawl allowed him to ogle at length and with a keen interest. The bulge in his pants was honey to me. I controlled what he craved for. If he had directed his attention to me I may have offered him a plunge in her juicy tunnel. He resumed his stroll when she pushed down her dress to hide her shame. Her sweet reaction to my scolding mellowed my mood.

"Let's move on my dear, we will search a more secluded place for the next happening."

After the first steps I ascertained ownership of her butt. My hand, wide open, contacted with her ass cheek, gluing the dress to her protuberance. The accepting twist of her ass confirms the length of her ways since our last encounter. The thinness of the dress and the goose bumps of her skin produce a thrilling contact. My hand plunged under her dress to flick her bud. She moaned instantly, oblivious to the place, with her face full of peace and need. Soon we reached my favorite corner of the park. Her backside volunteered itself toward my hand, sliding under her skirt, to caress the firm flesh of her moving buttock. Shivering under the caress, ready to explode, totally attuned to my drive, my slave had no more resistance in her and her unconditional love was enthralling. Her ass cheek filled my hand. All along my finger the depth of her gully floated on the roll of her walk. One finger pushed its way deeper inside the cavity, nesting there, encouraged by the abundant lubrification, a combination of preapplied oil and the natural product coming out of her other abyss. The movement of her legs induced a lot of press ion around my finger now completely nested into it. The position of my forearm, pushing her skirt high above her hip, unveiled the fullness of her crack and the surrounding roundness. She contracted a little bit saying:

"Mistress I'm all yours. I'm eager to give you total control on my body. Your pleasure is inundating me."

In a very protected space, on a bench, surrounded by thick green, I gave her my finger to lick clean:

"Strip for me sweetie."

Without hesitation she unzipped her dress to pass the fabric around her shoulders. With only her upper trim on, my slave neatly folded the garment before putting it in her bag. Another nod from me prod her to remove the last item as well. The voices of a couple, coming our ways in the alley behind the green screen, stopped on the over side. She bent to grab her dress. I signaled no with my finger.

"Turn around. Give us a good sight of your beauty. Come between my leg I crave my prize."

Squatting to put her head deep under my skirt she opened the buttons on my panties to reach my pleasure bud. The soft noise of feet on the floor made her contracted. Some may be shocked by our games but not this couple. My loving contact on her head, behind the fabric, soothes her into pursuing her extremely needed performance. Radiating pleasure, I say confidently:

"Hello strangers, I'm Silvana currently being honored by my slave Sodome."

Sodome tongue, flicking heartily on my bud, expressed her love through the well balanced alternance of tremor and peace of her flicks. Sucking me rewarded her. Each light touch on my button improved the tremor in my lower body contracting my legs around her warm face till the release of my tension sent the tip of her tongue back on my intimacy. I was moaning intensely. She was attuned to my need, all my being ecstatic from her wet caress. The expression of the bystander, a mix of envy, surprise and arousal, especially on the face of the women, multiplied my joy. Their presence generated positive vibration. I was bracing for a rewarding orgasm in the near future. An exchange of smiles loaded with hidden meaning revealed to me their secret hopes. She was longing for a girl body and he dreamed to make love to someone else in front of her. They had agreed to keep her dominant position in their relationship covert. Leveraging the large bulge in his pants, I will guide him toward his craving while enhancing her status. Although slave to Raven, I loved to push some power toward women when given the occasion. I turned to her:

"His cock must hurt, confined in his pants. Why don't you ease him out?"

The color of his cheek and the acceleration of his breathing confirmed my intuition. He was shy and he wanted to be roughed a little bit. With grace she unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his pants, lowering them together with his boxers to his ankles. His cock, on display, pulsated with necessity. We kept him out of our connivance using his nudity to bring him in the mind state of a plaything. I extended my hands toward her to entice her to sit aside me. He was furious but did not dare any move. The game combined with Sodome attentive lapping had put me on high plateau. If it were not for those two I would have come some time ago. The diversion allowed the peak to spread all over my body much beyond my lower belly where it all started, orgasm in my chest where the best for me. My picture of extreme arousal acted on them. I whispered in her ear:

"Call him to suck you, beautiful stranger, he is at your feet today."

She locked her eyes in his to utter:

"Come suck me my love."

The strong jerk of his cock, at her words, divulgated his will to obey her. He hobbled with his feet stuck in his pants, under my sneering look, to kneel at her feet plunging his head in her belly. When he found his way to her nethermost part she abandoned herself in my arm. My hands, running greedily around her bosom, discovered her elastic smoothness while I whispered in her ears the good thing Sodome was lavishing on me. She requested a stronger grab on her breast. She told me how ready she was, pleading for us to explode together. Our mouth joined to exchange the fullness of our pleasure. Our eyes locked together in a deep exchange we shared tumultuous spasms. We chatted in the aftermath of our shared delight, our lover’s tongue still delicately working on our pussies. Our voices, low enough, kept our adulators outside. We discovered a common interest in watching our charges fuck each other. My only condition that he discharged out of her rejoined her fancy to see his sperm sputter. The scenario set, the next step consisted into moving the actors in position.

"Sweetie, would you please bring your gorgeous ass in a usable position. We have some hard male meat willing to fuck you."

We both loved to see the rosy cheeks appear from under the fabric. She spontaneously has kept her legs well parted. The light coming from under her belly sexily traversed her mound. Her clit pushing itself out of its hood testified of her arousal. Her head still glued to my own pleasure bud transmuted her own need into my pleasure. I almost took pity on her at the condition of her folds. My partner of the day spoke to her charge.

"My love get out from under my clothes, we have a nice treat waiting for you outside."

He straightens up sporting a bulging erection and an embarrassed look. He was not proud of it, nor was he enjoying it as so many of those submissive type men. Still I was sure he would not change his position for anything else. His eyes clutched on the stunning display of the light filtering through my pet leg’s intersection. He had no idea how to get his pole to plunge in place. Fortunately my partner in crime, who was reveling herself as a talented director, spoke:

"You know where you should put it my love? Go behind her and enjoy."

He blushed while hobbling, with his pants lowered, toward his reward. As soon as he got behind my sweetie he made the plunge, pumping with evident satisfaction. Before I could intervene to make sure he knew the rule my partner added:

"My love you cannot ejaculate inside her. You spurt out of there, on her back."

He tried to ignore her but she was ferocious screaming

"Stop it now, get out of her. Now."

Her voice must have carried some magic because he did adding a glistening dick to the already good display of Sodome ass.

"My love did you hear me about your bursting."

This time he answered.

"Yes honey, I will spurt my semen out of her, rest assured of that."

With that he got back to his main interest. My partner, fascinated by his face, locked her gaze into his to exchange strange emotions, now that her desire to enslave him was out of the closet. His reluctant acceptation was a pretty usual answer. His mounting pleasure and the effect on my bunny was transmitted to my bud still in close contact with warm lips. His moaning reach a peak when he took his instrument out frenetically moving his hand up and down his shaft to produce a clear strong spurt of come that covered my pet ass and back almost reaching to my dress. My partner surprised me again by her words uttered in a soft and compelling voice.

"My love, suck your come away from her back we do not want to let her sullied."

Crimson, he put heart to the task to lick his come away from my pet skin even the one that had seeped between her beloved ass cheeks. Unfortunately our time got short. We exchanged card with my new partner. Sodome put on her whore dress and off we went to the event of the evening.

Soon after Sodome followed Silvana in the elevator of a gorgeous building. Silvana pressed on the button to the 30th floor. An inviting smile arise on her face to say:

"Strip yourself nude Sweetie."

My cunt, already engorged by the game in the park, reacted to the embarrassing order with some extra thick production. I smiled lovingly to my Mistress, enjoying the tingling of my lower belly, while lifting and removing my dress to fold it neatly. She was pushing me in doing what I always wanted my slaves to do but never really dare. If I had known better Trish would be blushing and gushing for me. Unfortunately, HER relentless demands to offer my body in public turned me on, commanding my attitudes. Straightening my bosom to project the best light on my upper curves got me recompensed. Her finger sliding on my slit, insisting leisurely on the button, made me moan while spreading the lubricant over my nether lips. I could not repress a burst of anxiety when the lift reached its stop. Silvana added:

"In this place you get out of the lift with nothing on you except your upper trim. Don't forget, even I do not prod you or if I'm not here."

My life played my phantasma of some years past except that my own hairless glistening labia detached themselves in the center of my hips. Her tone and the expression on her face reached my inner being spawning a wave of pulsating warmth irradiating from my belly to the end of my limb. I was in love with her too. She holds me under her spell. My lips were fervently kissing her hand when the door opened directly into a fabulous top floor apartment relieving my apprehension for a nude traversal of a public corridor. A male servant, greeting Silvana by her name and ignoring me, ushered her in a dressing room. Eyes to the floor, I kept close to my Mistress, imagining his gaze scanning avidly my shape. I helped Silvana in an impressive evening gown. Her silky luxurious underwear, that I knew so well from picking them up from her bathroom or folding them in the laundry room, brought me the nostalgia of previous times when I could wear those at my discretion. Will I ever feel again the comfort of silk covering my crotch?

In Madame boudoir, green with touches of red, Silvana and our hostess warmly saluted each other, before sinking themselves into plush armchairs ignoring my whereabouts. I breathe deeply to keep the anger, steaming from being left out, away from my Mistress perception. The male servant came back with some tea for them. They were engrossed in their talk. My eyes, safely, locked on from the floor let me in the doubt about their gaze on my body. Finally the conversation got to the subject of my person.

"Turn around, sweetie, show yourself."

My arms shot around my head to prep my breasts into their best profile for a slow turning and undulating of my all body. Madame clapped with enthusiasm adding:

"Ravishing, how long since her submission?"

"Actually only four month. Enjoy the privilege of her first day completely broken. Yesterday she may have put some restraint on her salutations. Until today she had the bad habit of putting some sort of fight to avoid embarrassment instead of genuinely searching for her Mistress pleasure."

Madame crooked finger invite me closer until I bowed for her. She took my chin in her hand to look deep into my eyes. Satisfied by her peek into my soul she seized my dangling tit between her fingers to lead a sharply blushing me to a horizontal piece of wood padded with velvet. The valet adjusted the height for my waist. Still pursuing my Mistress honor I slanted down, legs well separated, popping my rear in front of them. My clit itched for a touch with the velvet. If only I could freely hump the fabric. My cheeks were burning like if I had been slapped. Madame hand slides on the crevices every girl was suppose to protect from the public, flattering my bud. Some warmth irrigated my butt as well. The blushing turned worst with experience. Stroked in this familiar position by some stranger for the hundredth time, I was still crimson like the first time my boy friend reached under my panties at the movie. Silvana voice cut into my fantasies.

"Sweetie, stop humping yourself, it is no decent behavior. It shames me."

I almost jump up to complain about the unfairness of the statement. She was stroking me! If I did stood she may whip me. I went limp in half despair.

Madame said:

"She was humping my finger. I found it quite cute. Shall we whip her ass for that?"

"No, except for gross disobedience I rather add to her weekly punishment. For minor infraction she is whipped every Wednesday at home. A show I recommend if you have some spare time. I will write her down for two extra blows. You can spank her for the power of immediate reaction. In that position it is tempting and convenient but first make sure her clit is humping the air. I apologize for her."

"That's OK. The greediness of the poor thing adds to her charms. I wonder if she is blushing because of the novelty of the situation or if she already had been bottom up before."

"Nothing new for her in the station of her posterior. She does blush often, I wonder why?"

"Can I ask her?"

"Sure you are the one deciding to accept her for your meetings. The deal is no whipping but except that she is all yours. Feel free to question her or rough her butt and tits."

That was a scoop to me. I was to be at Madam service for tonight. It send my though on Marylyn and how futile my attempt to keep my standing with her had been. Another individual added on the growing list of controller of the posture of my butt. Again the eternal question of why shall I do it came to me.

"I will call her wet rose in memory of the rosyness of her cheeks and the wetness of her slit. Tell us wet rose about the blushing."

Her aggressive toying with my genital took all my concentration away. How could I explain anything with my head and breast upside down? If I had any spine I would stand up, get dress and go home. My mind was blank. Blushing, she questioned about it. Why did I blush so often? At the beginning I thought that it would go away with practice. Six month later it worsened. I poured my heart in a trembling voice:

"I hate being played with. I'm ashamed of the lack of character my amenable behavior shows. Everything in me tells me to revolt against abasing orders but I cannot because my master would send me away. I tried to live without him. My existence became miserable. I came back and comply. He got me where I'm today step by step. Never would I have imagined such mortification like currently. I lost any self-respect when he secured the right to whip my ass every week. This happening permeates my decisions: tomorrow I will offer my hind to the lash and the best I behave now the shorter it will be. Obeying expose that and make me blush."

Her finger, concentrating on my most responsive area, frigged vigorously the exact dot that makes me melt. Part of my problem was the blatancy of my control buttons.

"Great talk Wet rose but my vantage point of view on an extremely imparting zone of your being tells me that you miss something."

With that she stopped the frigging to deliver a hearty spanking. She paused to continue:

"Do you know what I refer to?"

She was right. The gushing from my slit provoked by those treatments was the core reason of my blushing but I was not ready to say it. Let her think what she wanted.

"No Madam I do not see."

She pinched ferociously my labia. I controlled a scream, more theatrical than real pain.

"It does not matter. Tell me how did you get involved into power play."

Dizzy, from the upside down position of my head, added to the dexterity of her manipulations. I was loosing any control. I could not overtly tell her to go to hell with her question nor could I respond properly. May be it will be accepted as physical danger if I plainly say it like that:

"Madam, I'm very dizzy with my head upside down."

She evaluated the deepness of my distress choosing to bring another trestle to rest my head and shoulder upon. It was much better on a physical point of view.

"Madam, six years ago I realized that some people craved being used as much as I was craving to dominate. Their bending to my demands filled with passion the beginning of my adult life. For a long time I was perfectly happy to see them wiggle under my whips or fight to pamper me. Your actual view of me is what I was used to see at the onset of my enrolment in power play."

"What made you change side?"

"Raven maleness."

"What do you continue if you hate so much strangers playing with your secret part?"

I could only repeat my lame statement.

"Madam, I do not know."

It earned me a flight of swat. Why don't I tell her that it gets me hot? I knew that to be the reason. As crazy as it was my actual position got me hotter. I had been initiated to a new level of intensity in my sexual activity. It was childish not to say because it makes me hot.

"I cannot understand what stop you from telling the obvious which is that it makes you hot. Fortunately I do not really care. Somehow those unpredictable barriers you have to your condition add to the interest you create. Valet, come, and screw her for me. Give me a couple of dive in there."

His hungry cock, tense and insecure like the Jim of old, rammed my vagina childishly, profiteering from the occasion without any pride located in his gun. The result of my effort to guide him toward the best zone of my core carried him on the edge of a poor orgasm. He was enjoying the ride. I pitied him to ignore the immense possible. Madam intervene:

"That's enough of her pussy, plow her other hole."

He popped out of my wide canal to push him into the tighter one. I accommodate him without any problem. The enema, the butt plug and the well oiled condition of the thing made it a breeze. Again my message of availability and patience fall on a deaf skin. His satisfaction closed in my humiliation, certainly a major element of the game, push him out of the quality target of my silky interior. His bestial enjoyment, obvious in his grunt and hoarse cries, did not let his plateau gather any power. A dozen extra pushes from his hips would have brought him to orgasm if Madam had not decided to aggravate my belittlement with her order:

"Fuck her mouth."

I forgot about the reality to concentrate on the reminder of Silvana taste on my lips. My mind roamed the games we played in the park while his tool, ramming my wide open mouth, made my jaw sore and the back of my throat uncomfortable. Where was the delicate balance of the last suck I gave to Jim or the sweet taste of my Mistress one hour ago? Madam checked my obedience with this rough instrument but my love for my Mistress bound me to my place. Definitely tamed, I endured a rough mouthfuck with a smile. Fortunately a maid, entering the room to tell Madam first guests' arrival, changed her priorities. In my back she show out some object to Silvana. They bawl happily about it for a while. From their babbling I quickly inferred some huge dildo. Silvana enthusiasm about the delicacy of the carving contrasted with Madam urgency to stuff it into any of the two holes still offered to her discretions. I could only hope for my vagina. The fool still pumped enthusiastically, although crudely, in my mouth when, without warning, the head of the thing pushed its way into the right hole. I had to breathe slowly to let it in with grace the widest thing I had never enclosed by far. It proved quite long too, reaching high into my belly. Satisfied with the intromission, to my great relief, Madam turned to her man to stop his pistoning. The pressure on my jaw was gone. I marveled to the fact that I had not gagged. She plunged again her gaze into mine to comment to Silvana for my benefit:

"She hated the fuck my guy gave her. The poor girl is well tamed but not yet expert in social control. I will take her for the next eight weeks. It will teach her some of it."

I was appalled by the news. Was I going to spend the next eight weeks here? I did not want that. Could I avoid it? I was flush with anger and anxiety. Fortunately I kept it all to myself confident that Silvana nor Jim will want to be away from their play thing from such a long time. In the meantime Madam fixed a belt to my belly then engaged me to stand holding the thing inside. The shear size of its base forced my thigh open. Madam used three leather garters to hold it in place with at least two inches out. She explained that this way it could not get out but each time I sat or stand it would go up or down. She recommended a slow contact with seats to avoid a brusque push on it. Silvana, tenderly caressing my back and my buttock, whispered me her pride for my complete obedience. Hiding the displeasure from the mouth fuck will have to be the next step but she took it as a proof of love for her. I was gushing again from her compliments and her attention on my sensitive areas. Back to a sexual plateau, Madam added to my discomfiture:

"She stop wetting when he abused her but a word from you bring her back to when she arrived."

She added for her valet:

"Her dress is in the blue room. Bring her there, let her dress and take her in the reception room where the guest are. Make sure the strap have the proper tension and height."

She went out with Silvana. My mouth fucker turn to me smiling nicely, a definitive surprise:

"Go first wet rose. I would not miss your butt walking through the corridors in this attire for a million dollar."

The man, as stupid as can be, exacerbated the difficulty of my position when I was already as vulnerable as a girl can be: naked in an unknown house under the surveillance of a sex starved beast with an humongous dildo prodding around my interiors with each step. One could not walk naturally with it. Like it or not, every shove of the thing stirred a powerful sensation in my insides, each rubbing of my legs increased the arousal. Will he patted my appealing, defenseless moons. Should I ignore him? Let him have his way? Encourage him for more? Madam had not given instructions. What would satisfy Silvana? What would turn Raven on? I never produced any gratifying reaction from him by keeping any dignity. He always broke my spirit, leveraging his directions, often contraries to my own stated choices, on the gush from my feminity. My new personae, a good slave willing to please her Masters in every aspect of their request, may allow him to reinforce me. Silvana saw me sent away with him in this precarious situation. I was this valet prize. The only betterment in my power was to relax my jaw to avoid being hurt by his pumping. I must be obsessed by the image of a hand going on my exposed moon because here again my precious buttock reached the room without any embarrassment beyond its exposition. A beautiful long dress, my savior, lies on a couch. I was drooling, enthralled to wear it. My last time in such a fancy garment in society predated my submission to Raven. I advanced to catch it when he grabbed the back strap holding the invader, generating a powerful move in my inside, to stop me. I caught my breath, anxious for his next move.

"Stop there, beauty. Madam asked me to check those strap. Move your knees a part I need to see where it goes when you hold still."

I complied scrupulously. He looked expertly at the situation between my legs before uttering:

"The strap is too short there is not enough movement when you sit."

Having said so he proceeded to extend the leather setting holding the article. The pressure on my groin eased bringing a mix of relief and emptiness to my mind. He showed me a chair next to the dress:

"Sit slowly, wet rose, and the dildo will bore its way without pain. Practice three four time so you will be gracious for the surrounding company."

The first time my hands, slowing the descent toward the chair, allowed the thing a smooth ride through my hollow. Controlling the speed made the activity delicious. The sway of rigid matter, so deep inside, sent shameful shivers all over me, which overjoyed him:

"You like it. Stand up and sit again but no hands this time."

Crimson, as usual in such circumstances, I performed the requested move using the muscles in my thigh to slow down the slide of the invader. Each reenactment strengthened the uncomely shivers. Satisfied with my control of the exercise, he said

"Kneel down, wet rose. My turn to enjoy ride."

His cock slinging in front of my mouth left no doubt about his intended mode of satisfaction. My jaw, lax through the complete operation, provided a perfect gateway to the deep of my throat, which provided him an abundant pleasure. The dress, so smooth on my skin, produced a sense of security reinforced by my image in the mirror. The intense comfort brought by such an attractive garment cannot be fully understood without missing it for a while. In a great mood about my abilities, I followed him to the reception room for a pleasant dinner.

The invader lodged deep into my belly kept me on the edge without removing any ability to exchange socially with my co dinner. The simple joy, denied to me for months, of being clothed, seated and served cheered me a lot. On various occasion my mistress, seated three people away, embarrassed me with discreet allusion to the mineral presence warming itself in my interiors. For some reason it did not interfere with the conversation. My immediate neighbors, dominant wanabee except for one undecided woman, drove me nuts with questions about my switch and my actual predicament. Before dessert, my Mistress ended my vacation:

"Sodome will you please undress to help with dessert."

Sad to loose the protection of the fabric but totally eager to humor her, I unbuttoned the four button in front before casually spreading the fabric away from my breast to disengage the shoulders and let it fall along my hips up to the point where it reach the floor leaving the protruding black plastic between my thigh in the center of everybody attention. Lifting my feet to disengage myself completely from the garment provided an occasion to begin the show of my shape in casual movement. Relieved to have performed well the operation that some time ago seemed totally out of reach I continued to work toward my mistress glory while folding the dress and bringing dessert to the dinner. Encouraged by Silvana the apprentice Master experimented with the movement of the thing reaching sensitive area and thrilled at the effect it had on my senses. I must confess that all along the evening the perpetual agitation of the wide rod, transmitted through the sensitive inner corral to a large set of sensitive area around my vagina, kept on the edge of an orgasm that only the regular sight of my Mistress could keep at bay. If I could keep it away she will initiate the succulent explosion herself.

The night in Silvana's room let me deliciously melted.