Sodome's bedtime

The commune apartment belongs to me. Crossing my large bedroom, beside a beautiful bathroom which features colorful marble on the wall, carpet on the floor, a massage bed and a whirlpool big enough for three at ease, on the way to my bath, heighten my confidence. Trish helps me into the warm water before joining in. Her delicate attentions, washing me, stroke an amazing contrast with her anger subsequent to her frustration, apparent in the prominence of her clit at the top of her slit. For some strange reason she provides the best care when she is frustrated. A touch of guilt, thought not enough to broach the matter with her, creeps from inside. I may exacerbate her need to get the extra attention. I will never say it to her. Trish shared in the serenity she was giving Sodome. The peace, emanating from Sodome satiated flesh, permeated her being while her anger targeted Gabriella. A soothing, mechanic, compulsion to get Sodome's skin perfectly smooth with the brush replaced the engulfing love Sodome absolute control of her had elicited in the beginning of her relation. Some remote part of her mind still hoped for a gratification from Sodome for such a good girl. Definitely any well-placed attention would trigger an enthusiastic reaction. I knew of her expectations, she died to rub her sex against any appropriate surface, and made sure nothing of the sort happened while she was smoothing all my skin. I sent her and her hidden fire between her legs, to prepare the bed and get my nigh clothes while I relaxed in the bath. The comfy king size bed loaded Trish with emotion relating to the nice time spent in it holding Sodome. The blue drapes peaceful atmosphere contrasted the yellow floor energy. Gloomy she put her own bed at the foot as instructed. Away from the proximity of Sodome peace she was disappointed and angry at the taut swell, which impression she hated, on the account that it turned her into a complete puppet dependent and willing to please. Sodome was right not to allow her in the bed. Her agitation would make for a bad sleep for both. A last whiff of anger exploded on Sodome sadistic behavior. The bitch could fix her so easily! Taking her time, Sodome liked to soak for a while, she carried a transparent nightgown back in the bathroom and dried her loved tormentor with a very plush towel before helping her inside it. Her desire locked her gaze on Sodome move. Noticing it, I turned to slap her bare ass to encourage some restraint and said:

"I'm so sorry it is so hard on you but this is my choice. I love you. Please just put me to bed nicely. Gather yourself for now, three more days before your pleasure day. I will keep you on your toes till then. It will be worth because that day you can have it all."

Mollified Trish smiled kissing my hand but the night will be uncomfortable for her. Submitting to my will, as a good slave should, she opened the bed for me and cuddled me a little bit, going under the cover to suck my clit. Slumber took me in the middle of her slow tonguing.

Aching for relief, the smell of Sodome cunt as well as the taste of her abundant pubic hair adding to her misery, in the bed, Trish swollen clit powerfully attracted her hand but the punishment would be swift if she indulged into that. Sodome may remove her pleasure day privilege. Six month ago a very strong caning from Sodome, punishing her for the same lapse, left her butt burning for a full week. She hated the fascination that forced her to offer her tender flesh to the instrument. For a long time Sodome, very controlling, imposed on her a chastity belt and checked often her sexual energy level. The memories induced a burning sensation in her butt. Still, may be she could only rest her hand on top of her pubis to cuddle it for a while. Just warm her a little bit. As long as she did not move nothing will happen. She should not get started. The sooner she got control the sooner she will be over it. I must either get Sodome to respect my rhythm or go away that is why I have to humor her one last time. One last push of her will get her hand off her lower body.

Gabriella pledge.

The following day, the first Saturday of the lunar month, featured Gabriella pledge renewal. Sodome organized her house around the lunar month. Once a month each of her suitors renew their determination to serve her more. Each one of her lovers had his Saturday. On Friday's it was memory day when one of them in turn had to be as nude as possible outside but decent, while keeping one single article of clothing at home all along the day. The game kept the atmosphere full of sexuality. On Thursday, chastisement day, Sodome made sure that they never forget than she could redden their bottoms at will. Expressing feeling was fine but they should never forget the real power situation. Otherwise she could not control the terrible flare of jealousy between her lovers. They must be convinced that she would not hesitate if they stepped behind certain boundaries. Each of them had his assign week for each of those activities. On Wednesday, pleasure day let one of them receive pleasure from the other three. Sodome directed the scene. When in the proper mood, she even put a hand or some other body part at work. Gabriella renews her contract on the first Saturday. On the third Friday her nude beauty draw in lot of visitors into Sodome home. The best looking of the commune she attracted equally both sexes. On the second Thursday at the end of dinner she humbled herself for her Mistress very precisely presenting her bottom to Sodome for her decision. Due to Gabriella docile and eager to please nature Sodome seldom used the privilege. She was craving for the fourth Wednesday when she received pleasure from the other, the only day when orgasm made a sure appearance. Any other time it was randomly distributed. Sometimes, like today, her wait could last for more than a week till she could not think of anything else. Other periods she let her come almost daily. Well today her contract was due for renewal. Some people were invited to the ceremony. Her job was to beautify the house and set the table. Preparing flowers bouquets for the evening, she considered what to say this time, torn between the usual platitude of describing her actual service and a more risky approach of opening her heart on her frustration and the limitation of the relation but this was more for meditation Sundays than for Saturday contract. She was asking herself: do I have something special to say this month? Something I refused her or did not give completely? Or on the contrary some part of myself I need to protect. I'm definitely happy to serve in the house, to honor her body and to participate in our sex games but I disrelish when too many people have access to me or when I stay dry for a full week. I hate being exposed blind folded in those big parties like last week. She was aware how much I hated it and worst it did not made her so hot. How could she dare? All those sweet attentions after and before, even keeping me in her bed, prove her guilt but I'd rather eliminate both. So I praise the service she let me give in the house with the others members of the commune and her personal service. I will not say a word on the rest of the world. May be she will leave it there. If she insists I defend some privacy. If she demands I comply. Should I complain about the bossy attitudes of Jim and Trish? No, too dangerous. With that I felt better: I knew what to say. So we have seven people for dinner. By now I was setting the table with crystal glasses, green ceramic plates, white mantel, blue small plates and two large yellow flowers bouquet. Sodome had put Marilyn, which soft skin I cherish, at her left. She is nice to suck: her taste is sweet also she knows how to thank me for my services. If only she could refrain from her mania to pinch my tits. I wish I knew how to get the idea out of her without looking like moving away from her grasp. Strange habit for someone I had to convince how much I luxuriate in serving before she could accept it. It took at least two hour at her home without Sodome to convince her that I actually enjoyed sucking her. I forgot to mention that after spending half an hour in the presence of an aroused body I was in need also. Now she pushes me around. May be I should not moan when she pinch me. Well, if I look hurt she will doubt my devotion hence Sodome will be unhappy. It may be better to just endure. When thinking of it, it may even have a positive impact on my sexual energy. At her right sits Sinwar, a sweetie with two adorable slaves. He is so nice with them that I bet than he will make them babies soon before going back to more normal sex life although polygamic. It's a pity, such an intelligent man, never tasted me since I'm sure I will enjoy it. I never came as a direct consequence of penetration but I do enjoy the ride when I'm in the right state. Near Sinwar was Fooka, a petite brunette dominant woman not interested by her own sex, that appeared in the commune life one year ago principally attracted by Jules. Sodome lent him to her at time. Her men slaves, totally passionate in the beginning, do not stay long. In my eyes she burns them too fast while not giving them enough. Tarpion, a submissive male, sits near Fooka. Sodome was playing matchmaker. He must be all turn up at the idea of being a guest. He probably knows the purpose but he will not have any doubt left when he sees his neighbor. His hungry puppy looks on my legs tells his dream of fucking me. I'm not in any urgency there. I will do it if Sodome asks but I will not push for handing him that privilege. Firenze is on the other side of Tarpion. Tarpion will have a choice. I never saw Firenze doing anything with a woman. I wonder why he comes to Sodome's dinner. One day I will ask Sodome. I had turn around the table; near Marilyn was Taylor, an unknown guy, lots of match making tonight. The table was set.

I went to bathe and dress. Neither perfume nor make up: tonight was natural mood. I could afford it with my vibrant smooth skin gleaming with a rosy taint under the light. My lips were red enough naturally plus it eliminates the indelicacy of dropping lipstick on people sex. As mundane as it seems the issue is part of etiquette in those parties. Nor would I have to refresh myself after performing. I garbed myself in well covering opaque bra and panties. Well they were such for me although from a lot of people point of view those were quite skimpy. One thing is sure: you could only guess my crevices or my tits. I strived for some privacy. Sodome will understand that it was not against her. The simple thought of Sodome made me change to a strapless bra leaving a touch of my precious tits visible. A carmine dress, which bare shoulders enhanced my cleavage, completed my attire. In the mirror, my offered breast, testified of my inability to protect myself. I'm bent toward looking available. At least I do have underwear under a dress going to the middle of my thighs. The panty will not be visible even if I sat providing that I push the dress down which may look very silly to many in my position but still, for me, this is progress. I made it in time for the evening assignment meeting. Trish played majordomo. I was stationed in the dining room, serving wine, bringing plate from the kitchen and helping clean up. Three other slaves, belonging to the guest, will help. Orbone and Vosa, Sinwar slave, good looking, sweet females made a very close couple working hard as a team, Vosa always following Orbone, to keep additional females away from Sinwar. They were very afraid of Sodome's aura. Everybody perceives the intellectual attraction between those two. As I said I would not mind if Sinwar came live here as well. Two masters would make for a very rare set up, but who knows? I never had a real talk with them; nevertheless I imagined that this kind of arrangement would not be their first choice by far. Milletin, Firenze slave, a middle aged tall men, will bring his needed efficiency with the work. His master called on him pretty often but as soon as he had a minute he would come back to moving the service. He seems to enjoy the job. When away from Firenze eyes he is interested by my shapes. I always gave him the best view I could to thank him for his contributions only I would not let it go any further except under orders. We never had even a word beyond work needs or basic politeness. Definitely he would fuck me with joy if he ever has a chance to. Jules, the chef, will not come out of the kitchen till after dinner when everything would be put away. Jim will bring the food and move the bulk of thing between the kitchen and the dinner room. For now Jim was helping Jules do the cooking. Before dinner I was to usher the guests to Sodome in the living room where Trish was serving refreshments. The guest arrived, drank, then Jules called for Sodome to have dinner. The evening was flowing nicely. Everybody was seated for dinner. Serving wine to Sodome offered an occasion to slip her fingers under my panties, meanly pinch my clit and tell me with a harsh voice: go ask Sinwar to remove them. Well here goes my protection though a blushing me. Not wearing any would have save me an aggravation. The only cheering event was the look on Orbone face. I turned to Sinwar:

"Sir, would you please remove my panties for me."

He grinned widely:

"With pleasure, my Lady"

Courteously I lifted my skirt to facilitate the operation. His hand plunged inside my panties, grabbing me while pulling the clothing down to the cheers of the dinners. Unfortunately for my honor, the influx of animation, due to the humiliation, glisten on my smooth lower lips. After that the groping increased because people checked for themselves the permanency of which they had only too short a glimpse. Tarpion jump on his chance to warm his fingers in my cave while I was serving him his meat. The evening, animated by conversation about meaning of the world, the last sex toys, godes versus the real thing, the last domination's parties extravaganza, famous houses and obviously the study of what tickle submissive or dominant into this strange position, provided a lot of well being. Sinwar was explaining:

"Submissive females reach vaginal orgasm more easily than dominant ones' because a woman orgasming under a cock claims her need. On the other hand man's orgasm comes so cheap that it does not alter the power balance. Often a man will give less importance to the quality of the flesh that surrounds his organ at the time of orgasm than a female to the intensity of what is filling her. As a consequence when she comes hard by way of his energy she feels obligated to him while when he comes with perfect surrounding she thinks that he can get that anywhere. It could be an exotic consequence of the almost universal belief that men are supposed to make woman come. What is easy to obtain brings no power in. For example almost anybody could lick a person out of their mind as a consequence it is used as a bounty from a top to a bottom or a proof of love from a slave to a dominant." Sodome intervene:

"If this was true then the natural order of the world would be dominant men. A dominant women could not have a satisfying coitus with her male slaves."

"You would have to completely trust your power on your bottom to take from him at the time of your pleasure."

"Why would you have submissive males if females were so much in need of dominant men?"

Convinced that Sinwar was taking his dreams for reality, Sodome choose to ignore the lack of completeness of her own pleasure via a real man's organ.

"Some men, disconnected from power, like the play and the beauty of the scene. Look at our surrounding. They prefer licking boots in a beautiful setting to freedom with a boring sex life. They relish in the security of tongue power, having renounced to bring orgasm to woman with their cock."

Sodome hated the turn of the conversation: submissive males were wimps against the natural order and submissive woman were at their place. What about her, a dominant woman?

"Then tell me what about me? I cannot reach complete pleasure then? Did not you see me taking pleasure?"

Sinwar noticed that she was pretty angry with him but he liked to challenge her.

"Well I'm not in your body but who can be sure that a woman reaches her full potential?"

He was insisting for a good whipping.

"Lots of men cannot make strong woman come so they settle on easier one. Would not they find a much better place to shoot into?"

"Well there is a simple way to settle the issue."

The pathetic worry on Osborne face scared me. Fortunately, for her, Sodome did not jump into it.

"All this talk to create a pretext to fuck me!"

I died of putting my world into the why of submissive woman but I knew to keep quiet when serving. I focused on the warm nice hand moving all over me. Sinwar's slave must be devising some scheme to prevent that challenge from happening. After the chocolate mousse dessert, a big hit, the party moved to the living room. We, slaves, finished cleaning up before joining our Master's in the living room. It was my time to present my offering to Sodome. I knelt in front of her till I got her attention. It took longer than usual. She made me pay the panties. Finally Sodome noticed me:

"Here you are. It is definitely time for you to renew your submission but I sense a hesitation. Are you sure you have the resolve for it?"

My voice was full of determination.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then before you do, would you please remove your bra?"

I blushed again but did unzip my dress to remove the bra. Not daring to put the dress back I stayed nude at her feet producing a bad start for my plan to preserve something.

"Thank you, for the sight of your turf. You are so tantalizing completely nude that I should have you more often in this state."

Sodome, turned on by Gabriella radiating sexual shame, this mix of arousal and constraint, sampled her guests. Marilyn's eyes were brightening. Sinwar focused his glaze on Gabriella's leg junction. Was there pearling moisture? She holds her knees too close to be sure. Men were much easier to read. This was a confrontation. They all knew Gabriella. They never saw her in an aggressive mood but this was it, she was going to confront her Mistress and receive her due. Nobody doubted the issue of the showdown. Gabriella was dependent, her nature deeply submissive. She had to get used to be shown. She was so beautiful.

"I rapture myself in serving your body in your house. I hope you will let me give you pleasure. I will suit you on a single sign from you. I love you and the members of your house. I'm proud when I can get my lips on your person and ecstatic when present at your climax. I will serve you well, with joy and attention."

Tense and sweating, utterly uncomfortable, I confronted her obvious wish of a complete submission. My head lowered, deeply aware of my nudity, I waited for her answer, already regretting the limitations of my statement. "You choose to cover too much dear. I'm not sure I can restrict your services to myself. You do not have to serve this month. Take a vacation. You may come back next month."

Exactly what I was not ready to accept. I staggered. I looked at Sodome pleading.

"Please Mistress I must serve you. I enjoy even my embarrassment when it arouses you. I got a kick when you had me remove my underwear at the beginning of dinner and now when you force me to bare my body. It stirs me up, please check me up."

Opening my knees, I advanced my hips, to ease the review of my plight. Her index leisurely traced the split at the base of my body.

"Well if you lust for me to shame you, say it then. At this point honesty forces me to inform you that if you do persist in requesting me as your mistress I will have to punish you."

"Sodome I love you, I will do anything you whish. I will suck, present myself to be fucked or receive punishments, I will abase myself in any way you suggest. Please take me."

"Then you can serve me."

"Thank you Mistress"

"Get me the nipple clamps tray."

Walking through the room, all eyes on me, I cringed. I had made it. The immediate future promised much worst than a pinch here or there. I hated it nipple clamping. It really was hurting. Now there was no way to escape. The inevitable wetness will attract people to pinch my tits even more. Well let's stop bitching. I will focus on the need of it for now. She may let me come. I will give her the best a slave can give. That resolution comforted my heart. I undulated my hips holding my head straighter to enhance the volume of my torso. Sinwar clapped. He said aloud.

"Now she will give us a really good time, congratulations Sodome."

Bowing to present the tray to Sodome, I accepted my shame, offering the best curve on my breast and undulating my body, the image of pleasure, to wag my swollen front slit for the crowd. They discussed of the merit of each clamps while various hands held my breast. I had some pinches. Someone was working my clit. I crave to moan. I was going to leak ignoring whose hand was there. The cunt reaction proved the wrongs for each bitching. Finally they agreed on a pair of large black clamp. Marilyn, enthusiastic since the change in Gabriella's body posture, insisted to place them. The first one wraps its claw around the delicate protuberance. I was getting ready for the sting. Stop said Sodome; we need to blindfold her so she cannot anticipate the sting. There is more fun like that. Marilyn furthered the menacing claws and ebulliently laced her scarf around my eyes.

Exposed, standing and surrounded by an ecstatic crowd but sightless, irrigated my lower body with subtle current ending in my clit, probably swollen to the size of a football. Some hand was tapping my breast. Sinwar felt a charge of energy arising from Gabriella body into his groin. Her face contracted when Marilyn hand stroke her whole breast. Suddenly there were so many hands on Gabriella that she went wild, punishment forgotten. A question came to her mind. How come I hated so much to be offered to the crowd last time? The sting happened. I screamed an animal reaction to the hurt but the gush of feeling in my breast spawn another gush lower. After a while the sting was less stringent but my stupid sex was giving even more. Recovering from the sting, priming myself for the second, it was just strokes. They may have decided that one was enough. Surrounded by their joy at my posture the click to submissive space become total and I craved for my Mistress in my mouth. I smelled those hard dicks, those enlarged pussy lips and vulvas. I heard a voice:

"I have to take her."

I was guided to some place. Responding to a tap on the back of my knee, I was half way to kneel, when the other clamp stung. Again, caught totally unprepared, I screamed, crying under the scarf. That was what I hated but the memory of my Mistress pleasure kept everything upside down. I bent and offered myself to the hands whose pressure moved my bottom cheek apart to gently grease my anus. The smooth handling heaved me back in a warm space filled by the charm of having my back hole brushed. The light touch around the muscle at the core of my fluttering posterior washed away the pain on my tits. The playing went on for a little while till some hard cold tool was inserted. I was disappointed, where was this guy which wanted to fuck me? I did not wait long. My cleft was open for his penetration. I squalled when the thing made its way toward my center. I must be on a presentation chair: A specific sort of stool which purpose was to make it easy for multiple people to use simultaneously various body apertures while displaying properly the subject. Lower in front, higher in back, a well-padded armature supported suitably separated legs and the sides. Some straps were holding my belly leaving the breast hanging in air. Some were for front presentation; another sort was bent for back, like the one I was on now.

My mouth, well positioned for somebody sitting at the front although with little liberty for a good suck, met a very eager clit smelling like Marilyn's. I did the job with gusto. I loved being where I was and I remembered hating it ten minutes ago. I was so full, stung and excited by Marilyn noise than I was going to loose my mind. Sodome was such a good domina to have me go crazy with sensations while being abused. If only she was interested only by me. May be this is why I had to revolt so she could set me back in place. My butt and vagina muscle worked together to keep the dick warmed, sucked and engulfed. Who ever it was, its agile, well sized and vigorous humping provided a deep satisfaction. Could it be Sinwar thrusting in me? He had never fucked me before. Orbone must be crazy with jealousy. For him I made my vagina membrane tight velvet around this large cock. Still he was not coming, reserving himself for later. I was disappointed with his restraint. He may be waiting for me and I was not going to come through there. I never had found my G-spot nor had a vagina launched orgasm. Should not I be more faithful, may be this was my day? I rarely had been so excited by a dick. Marilyn too reserved her cum although her swollen sex, full of slippery liquid jiggled eagerly. I entered a down slope. Pitiless the sexes left me for some better target. Requested to free the chair for some other female, I was made to stand with my hand, on a chair, to keep me in balance. The clamps, a nasty pinch for now, made me fear the future moment when someone was going to open them. The party kept going around. I was alone in a crowd having fun. I could not keep up. I burnt too fast. Someone was doing something to my breast. I braced for the ache of the clamp removal but nothing happened. Where was Sodome? I was trying to hear her. A moment ago I was at the center of it. Now I was lonely jealous of the other body on the chair. I had no groping, nor pain. The exclusion brought tears to my eyes. Somebody fasten something to the clamps. I braced for the added weigh. The satisfaction from the attention overpasses the light tingle in the nipple by. I felt refreshed. Suddenly my nipples were jolted, I screamed. They got me again. It was a chain. I heard Marilyn voice:

"You are so sweet when you suffer. I'm all aroused playing with you."

She guided my hand toward her genitalia encouraging my finger within her to discover her obvious interest. She whispered:

"Just for you. Come with me"

I was so relieved. She still wishes to play with me, strange how the same breast pinching can be for the worst or the better.

Marilyn dragged me with the chain. I followed my own bust wincing with each bump. The tension stopped. I was directed toward the floor. I knelt again, a pillow under my knees. Her soft hands on my head steered my kisser toward her needy bud.

"It is much better like that. You can better suck me and I feel much more comfortable. I did not know that I could be so attracted to women. Go for it Gabriella, Give me a good suckle."

I worked on it with all my gallantry. Her resulting frenzy appeared as a big reward. She clamored for a large gode. Some people grouped around us to share the happening. I felt so good again. I had forgotten the clamps. Marilyn removed them at the height of her pleasure, drawing a high-pitched scream out of me which high notes mixed with the deep grunts from her orgasm. She came powerfully abandoning her clit to my lips and her vagina to my hands holding the gode. Why did not I bite her instead of caressing her? How strange it was to give pleasure to somebody that give you pain in exchange! How trustful Marilyn was to abandon her body to me while hurting me. She was totally sure that I was not going to bite her or force the gode stronger! She was totally sure of my submission in the face of such a pain. It was very wild. I thanked Marilyn for the attention she lavished on me. I was kissing her feet and her shank, letting her relax after her come. Marilyn hand was resting on my head. The tumult was winding down; most of the coming must have been done. I was left with a swollen area. I heard Sodome voice:

"All slaves go freshen up. Get out of any clothes you have left. We demand total nudity. Wait outside of the room till the door opens."

Marilyn took the scarf out. She smiled and hugged saying:

"Thanks to you for my best come in a long time. Sodome won't be jealous. She lent you to me while you were waiting holding that chair."

I went to the kitchen sink, all bathroom were busy, to pass some water on my face. My tits were still very sensitive. They will be for at least a couple days. The arousal was fighting with exhaustion for control. I went back to get my place in the line up. The doors opened for our seven bodies three males, four females totally nude. Seven pair of eyes fixed on us.

Sodome said:

"You have served us well. We, dominants, are satiated. Our hearts burn to give you some of the peace if only you can receive. I will lead you on the path we know to physical serendipity. Use my voice to traverse the ether toward the body bubble. Not only can I show you the way only if your desires carry me but we must stay together all along. Dance on the music, people, dance, move those articulation, let the light play its magic on those gracious limbs, the supple muscles of your thighs and bottoms, those smooth skins and let the sexual energy fill those swollen pubic areas and those hard dicks. Imagine the reflections, the aggregate of submission, hope and fear that you are sending us. Look at us to see how much we need you. Bare your real feeling beyond your bodies so we can pour our thanks onto them. We know who you are. We see your weakness and your strength better than you can ever conceive. Show me your secret place in your mind. Give me expressive faces: lewd, annoyed, angry, tired, baffled, frustrated, sad, hopeless or excited. Whoever you are show it to me at the same time you exhibit your blossoming sexual intimacies. Yes I detect some good thing, more, move your body in the same tone of feeling. Reach harmony between your faces and your bodies. Use your throat to talk or to groan. Tell me your dream or shout your state. Yes, more, more. Larger move, exaggerate your face, exaggerate your move, hold your hands. Thrust your hips toward me. Now is the time to be shamelessly promiscuous. Face yourself two by two. Mimic lovemaking. Move those dick, full of juices, thought the air. We thank your snake of sweaty bodies for the plenitude inhabiting our gang. We, who likes to receive, would be nothing without you who strive to give. Be together. Search for a common ground. Watch your moves and expressions. Copy your neighbor exaggerating the intention. Yes you are synchronizing. I can read lechery, lust, anger, self-hatred and disappointment. Let our orgasm carry you. Call back the memories from the pleasure of giving, the smell, the moans and the urging pushes of your masters' sex. Yes it is coming. Focus on that side of your condition. You are givers: dance the giver dance, move the giver body. Give us submission, nudity and shame. Make a line again. Touch the sex of your partners on the right and the left. Move, give, receive, enjoy, burn, ooze, and leak. Let those two hands agitate your juices. It is coming. Present your intimates folds. The beauty of those small rosy buttons piercing under the junction of those female labia's is pure lust. Advance them for us. It makes you hot to offer, to be available and obedient. Yes keep moving together. Don't leave anybody behind. Think about your bystander need. Move those hands in the right place at the perfect speed with the perfect touch. Yes you are doing it. We are past non-return point. You will come all together. Hold your hands again. Keep your energies. Gabriella has a special treat because a grateful Marilyn demanded to suck her. Put one hand on your sex and use the other to link with the masturbating hand of your neighbor. We still have some way before the explosion but trust my voice to lead you there. It will happen. We have time and gratitude to bestow upon you. You immensely pleased us. You have surmounted the negative to turn the humiliation into pleasure. Enjoy the positive. You have earned that sensation. Stay together; move slowly on the rhythm of the music. Find your fiery button, that spot where it is really hot. Wet your hands, grab those dicks between your thumbs and index and rub, brush them, scratch them, smooth them. Love your own sex and surround your neighbor. Move the foreskin, follow the other hand. You are a beautiful line beamed toward pleasure. I hear your breath and savor the ascent of the energy deep into my groin. We are getting closer. Do not accelerate yet. Let your hand follow the music lightly on your pleasure sticks."

Gabriella was in heaven. One hand, close to Marilyn mouth playing with her, helped direct the tender attention that was definitely worth any pinch of any sort. Her radiating face and dripping cunt pour satisfaction into Sodome. Gabriella other hand was turning Jim masturbation act into a shared love event. They had a good deal there. She was moaning. He was too. Her weak knees call to the floor Marilyn was holding her while her tongue was lapping Gabriella clit. It was the plateau before climax: a long harmonious one. Sodome was still leading.

"Yes you are ready. Incorporate a little more energy. Move faster. I love the sight of your eyes and mouths under the mounting wave. Stay together. It is hard to stay together and share when the volcano is bursting from inside. It is near but still the lava has not reach the bottom of the outside canal. Givers do not close you. You take with one hand but you give with the other one. Yes deeper, slowly deeper with each beat of the music. Stronger, push stronger, rub stronger, pat stronger jerk those hips. We thank you for the obscene beauty of all this desire. Ready to wait, it is going to be great we are almost there. Don't fret; I will know when you are all ready. I know you all. I can read you like a book. I'm your Mistress. You show yourself to me all the time body and soul. Keep moving, touch the other too, get on the organs, share your fingers, let me hear more, more, faster, faster, soon, one more minute for me, I like it too much. It is one of my dreams. Chef d'orchestre of your bodies, waiting for my words, craving for my permission, for my lead, wait, please I like it too much, your hunger ripple through my stomach, soon you will come. Imagine that lava accumulating into the deep of your bellies. You are ready, faster, closer, oh Yes, Yes, let it go. Award me with sperm, convulsions, spasms and tremors. I want you to enjoy the lava flowing out thought your sexes. Yes you followed my voice. Rejoice. Thank you."

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