Kim's reward - to orgasms

The curtain covered them. "You did well," the hostess said, softly stroking Kim's hair.

Kim was re-tied. Her legs were now spread wide in a full split, the muscles straining slightly but not uncomfortably so, a pose that mimicked the stance of a gymnast. Clamps were added to her nipples glinted under the lights, promising a heightened sensitivity. She was gagged to help her stay quiet. It was both a symbol of her captivity and a tool to amplify her pleasure.

She remained suspended in mid-air, only her legs were tied to poles, keeping them spread open and still. Her arms in the reverse prayer tie were released, lifting the soreness from her. They were tied in a X position, essentially in a spreadeagle position in mid-air. She was to give a good show.

The host knelt between her legs, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before he focused on his task. His fingers traced the outline of her pussy, exploring the contours with practiced ease. Kim felt a shiver run through her, the touch electrifying against her sensitive skin.

He stroked her gently at first, then more insistently as he found her rhythm. Kim's breathing quickened, the sound muffled by the gag. She could feel the tension building within her, the pressure mounting with each passing second.

First a finger entered her. Kim barely felt the little digit, so slick was her pussy. Her body responded involuntarily, hips bucking slightly against the host's hand. She grunted aggressively, demanding more fingers.

He added a second finger inside her, rubbing her nerves on either side. Then a third, knuckle deep. A fourth, and eventually, his fist entered her. He fisted her roughly but satisfyingly, igniting every nerve in her pussy. The sensation was like when she ate too much at a buffet, her pussy was slightly uncomfortably full.

Kim moaned into the gag, the sensation overwhelming her senses. The world around her faded away, leaving only the pulsing desire coursing through her veins.