Yes, with some conditions.

The blonde woman looked up and met Roslyn’s eyes. “Isn’t that right sweetie?” Her tone scratched at Roslyn. She couldn’t be more than thirty-three or thirty four, but she spoke to her like she was her superior. Roslyn may be lying prone legs spread on her command, but it was the Man in Green whose authority she respected, not this condescending hanger-on.

“Answer me!” The blonde woman demanded when Roslyn remained silent. Why did she have to ask? Roslyn didn’t want this agency. Was it not obvious? She had her legs splayed out with moisture pooling on her lower lips. The folds of her pussy were parted in a cry of invitation. Could this blonde woman not simply use her eyes. Why did she need to make Roslyn say it? She didn’t want this agency. She didn’t want this to be her decision.

“Yes,” she whispered only loud enough for the blonde woman to hear.

“Yes, what?” The blonde woman continued, refusing allow Roslyn a modicum of ambiguity. She would drag the words out of Roslyn. This is what she wanted, and Roslyn would have to admit it before she was allowed the release.

“Yes I want to fiddle with my love button smiling at you,” Roslyn cringed at the words the blonde woman had placed in her mouth. Roslyn was a woman of science. She would never refer to her clit as her ‘love button’. Saying this sentence for all to hear was one the most embarrassing parts of the night so far.

“From now on you refer to me as ‘my Queen' and him as 'my King,'” the blonde woman smiled playfully at the Man in Green. She was enjoying this implication that they were a couple, in the hopes by her saying so it would become true. The Man in Green however, had ceased to pay attention to the blonde woman’s tortures of Roslyn. Play had paused when one of the other players had left for a bathroom break, giving the blonde woman time to distract herself with Roslyn.

“Understood?” The blond woman questioned.

“Yes… my Queen.” Roslyn answered reluctantly. Roslyn much preferred her non-speaking role. This call and response act was for more engaging to the crowd though. Roslyn felt utterly subservient lying on the floor holding her legs spread out naked while calling this stranger her Queen.

“Now tell us again, would you like to finger yourself in front of your King and Queen, and all these lovely people?” The blonde woman was gleefully making a show of her.

“Yes, my Queen.” Roslyn responded.

“Speak in full sentences when addressing your Queen.” The blonde woman placed a hand on Roslyn’s ankle hovering in the air, further symbolizing her control.

“Yes I would like to finger myself in front of my King and Queen, and all these lovely people,” Roslyn parroted back.

“Louder,” the blonde woman demanded.

“I would like to finger myself in front of all these people!” Roslyn yelled. She blushed as her voice carried across the room. Men and women turned to look at the naked woman on the floor, with hunger and disgust.

“Wonderful,” the blonde woman clapped her hands together and smiled brightly. “Stand up again.”

Roslyn stood up off the floor, aware the crowd around her had grown considerably.

“You may begin,” the blonde woman smiled. Half a dozen people took out their phones and began filming, but she remained still. The man whose departure had paused the poker game had returned but the spectacle of Roslyn’s imminent performance had frozen all thoughts of the game.

After a few moments of continued stillness the blonde woman commanded her again.

“Go ahead, do as your heart desires.” Roslyn continued to remain motionless. The blonde woman’s triumphant smile curled into a frown.

“Now is no time to get shy. Go ahead, finger yourself. We all know you want to.”

It was true. Roslyn wanted nothing more than to place her finger on her clit and begin walking little circles over it. But not for her. She wanted the Man in Green to give the order. She wanted his desire to authorize it. The audience and the blonde woman meant nothing to Roslyn as she stood naked under the lens of several phone cameras and dozens of eyes. She looked to the Man in Green and his eyes caught hers. He nodded his head almost imperceptibly. That was all she needed.

Immediately Roslyn’s hand dove to her crotch. All thoughts of shame were eradicated as she fell under the spell of the Man in Green’s intense gaze. She held eyes with him while she began to work. Despite the overwhelming desire that had been brewing over the past few hours, she began slowly. As her finger made contact with her clit she shuddered with instant pleasure. Her eye contact with the ravenous pools of green hanging over her was momentarily interrupted as her own rolled backwards. She pressed on with her fingers casting spirals over her clit. With each rotation of her middle finger, new waves of hot electric rapture rocked her. Her left hand was drawn over to her breasts and she began pinching her pointy pink nipples, stiff to the touch. She pulled and lightly twisted at her nipples as her breasts were pulled back and forth. As her left hand swept between her tits, her right began picking up the pace. The circular motion of her finger elevated into a more frantic forward and back. Roslyn released her tits and leaned forward placing a steadying hand on the table. She began to neglect the Man in Green’s gaze as the forces churning within her grabbed hold of her full attention. Every few moments she would look up and see his eyes still boring into her soft flesh and she’d feel another wave of crashing desire pour through her already overloaded system. As her legs grew shaky she could not withhold squeals of pleasure that escaped her. Roslyn continued to furiously swipe her clit like a horny teenager and her infrequent squeaks evolved into consistent moans of delight. The crowds of people were a dull blur as his green eyes blazed upon her. She moaned for him. The blonde woman’s toying had gifted her something to cry out now as she grew rabid within herself.

“My King,” she squeaked at first. The words felt good in her mouth and doubled back into more electric pleasure inside her. The words trembled out with her breath. “My… Green Eyed… King,” she whimpered as she approached the summit of her desires.

She reached the maximum speed her finger could move but she wanted more.

As she leaned forward into the table, her tits swaying with each shake of her wrists, she did not care how she looked.

“I’m going… I’m going to cum for you,” whispered out of her as she locked eyes with her Green-eyed King. As soon as she said it, she knew it was true. Her body began convulsing as she reached climax.

“I’m cumming!” She cried out as she rocked on her axis, every part of her contracting in a perennial bliss. "I'm cumming!" She repeated again in confirmation and disbelief of the immense pleasure eclipsing her shame. Her finger pulled away as her clit grew too sensitive to touch. As her climax reached its peak wetness squirted out of her masking the floor with the scent of her sex. Her legs gave way beneath her and she slumped to the floor rocking in delayed satisfaction.

As the ecstasy of the moment wore off her peripherara returned. The stunned eyes of several dozen people that had watched her experience a self-delivered earth-shattering orgasm were upon her. Several phones at different angles were filming her still as she lay on the floor. The part of her the cared about this grew loud enough to hear as a whisper. ‘There is no depravity left to you.’ Of her own volition, Roslyn had masturbated for all these people. These strangers knew how she liked to touch herself, the shapes her face contorted to in pleasure, the sound of her moans. They knew when she climaxed, she was a squirter. There was nothing left to know of her. She had fucked herself for them all. Now she lay disheveled on the floor, weak in the knees making no attempt to conceal her splayed out form. She was slick with sweat and wetness. Breaking the silence, Roslyn heard the blonde woman whisper to herself, “I didn’t think she’d really do it.”

The Man in Green got up from his chair and stood over her. Roslyn smiled a hazy smile at him. “I hope you liked it,” she said blurring her words, and eyes glazed.

“You make a good pet,” he smiled sharply at her. Roslyn warmed to the compliment, and pulled herself up to her knees. The thrill of his full attention reinvigorated her.

“Now stand up, knees shoulder length apart.” Roslyn hoped for more words of approval, but was still feeling the rush of her first compliment from her Green-eyed King.

Roslyn gingerly took to her feet, legs shaking. She relied on the table to pull herself up, and once standing it was a challenge to remain that way. The Man in Green took her hand, and walked her the few steps it took to reach his seat. The touch of his fingers on here skin intoxicated her, and she moved with him dizzily. He took his seat and Roslyn stood beside him with a satisfied smile.