Eagerly

Mark quickly stepped away from me, whether because he wanted to enjoy Mistress’ flesh of he wanted to watch me be tortured by John I did not know.

Mistress took a place on a plastic covered lounge and Mark joined her, soon they were making out deeply as Mark groped her and ground against her. I knew they would be fucking before long.

John smiled down at me, “Tell me Kimmie, what do you think I want to do right now?”

I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I watched his cock. “Fuck my willing throat Master John,” I guessed.

He shook his head and reached behind me, my heart pounded as he tightened the bra. “Try again.”

I looked up at him and tried to guess, I had no real idea so I replied, “Whatever you want.”

His hand reached out to the bra and then stopped, “You know what? Yes,” I shuddered. “Do you give me permission to do whatever I want?”

My heart was pounding harder than ever at the thought of what connotations that question held. I wanted to mull on it but also knew that hesitation meant a tightening of the bra. I took a deep breath to respond and then felt it. As I took my breath I felt the tightness of the bra around me increase for a moment, then suddenly decrease as the nails sank through my flesh.

I shuddered and half moaned, half screamed as my skin gave way and the nails in both cups dug deep. A long shudder ran through my body, it had hurt, a lot, but along with the pain was such a sense of pleasure.

Calmly Master John ratchetted the bra tighter and I felt the nails sink deeper, this time I just moaned. “You hesitated,” he said.

I heard a gasp from behind me and a moment later Mistress said, “I take it little Kimmie has been skewered by our gift?” Make moaned in response to the question and Mistress joined him. “I must say Kimmie, Mark has a lovely cock, I hope you don’t mind him cuckolding you?”

Mark moaned again as John said, “Yes Mistress Sam, the bra has worked a treat. Now Kimmie,” he paused long enough for me to focus on him. “I’m going to give you a choice. You can either, remove the bra now, and I will fuck those lovely tits of yours. Or, if you prefer. You can mount me and I will tighten the bra further as you ride me?”

My mind was racing; I had a metallic taste in my mouth which I knew was adrenaline. I was feeling no pain, only arousal. “I think, Master, you would prefer to fuck my tits,” I told John, “to feel the warmth of them wrapped around you and feed me your cum mixed with my blood.”

John moaned and I knew I had struck true, “Can I ask a favour though?” I added. John hesitated before nodding.

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