“Do you wish it were you?” he asks.
Without taking my eyes off the scene unfolding before me, i shrug. “I dunno. Maybe.”
“Is that how you answer me?” he asks, and there is laughter in his tone, but also a sharpness that had not been there before.
i turn to look at him. “I’m sorry, Sir,” i say quickly. “I – i really don’t know if i wish that was me. Maybe, but I’m not sure, Sir.”
He nods, “That’s a better answer. Let’s watch here a few more minutes, then we’ll move to something else.”
I turn my attention back to the woman in front of us. She is at one of the stations in the dungeon, on her knees. A man is fucking her from behind, another man is seated in front of her and i know she is sliding her mouth up and down his cock, although all i can see is the rhythmic motion of her head. We are close enough that i can hear her moans, slightly muffled by the cock in her mouth.
The man next to me fists his hand in my hair, holding my head in place. A whimper escapes me. “What do you think you might like about that?” he asks.
“Oh,” my mouth suddenly so dry i can barely speak, “oh, i think, i think it would feel very -” i lick my lips, “very , um full.”
He releases my hair and offers me a glass of water. “Drink.” He holds it to my lips – well, I could not have taken it since my hands are cuffed and attached to the belt around my waist, so he holds it to my lips.
I drink, gratefully. And remember to say,”thank you, Sir,” when he withdraws the glass.
“I think,” he says, “that it would feel more full if she also had a butt plug in her ass. Keep watching her – don’t you think that would be even more full?”
“Ye-yes, Sir,” i say and my voice is shaky.
“Have you ever done that?” he asks. “Been filled in all your holes at the same time?”
“No, Sir, i haven’t.” i am shaking my head too, “no, Sir.”
“Well, not yet,” he says, and i hear the smile in his voice. “Do you think you will – do you think you would like it?” And then he adds, “‘I don’t know’ is not an acceptable answer, girl. I’m asking if you think you would like it – obviously either way your answer might be wrong. What do you think? Would you like to be fucked with a butt plug in your ass and another man’s cock filling your mouth?”
i don’t think i can answer, but i remember to turn and look at him. There is something about his face, his eyes on me with such curiosity, and so i say, “yes, yes, Sir, i think maybe i would.”
And then i’m embarrassed – i wish the floor would open up and swallow me, i can’t believe i just said that and what kind of person would even think they might like that, much less say it out loud? But he smiles and says, “Good girl,” and all the shame slips away and i smile back.
“Thank you, Sir,” i say, and he nods like he understands why i would say that.
“Come on,” he says, “let’s go see what you might like in the way of being spanked.” He stands, and i manage to stand too, although i’m a bit wobbly, between the heels i’m wearing and my hands being secured at my sides.
I’m wearing a corset that raises my breasts, as if offering them, and it’s obvious through the sheer material of my dress that my nipples are hard. He glances at them and grins. Bring his hand up toward my right nipple, coming closer as if he might pinch it, or flick it. My nipple tingles, getting harder, anticipating the touch.
He stops. His hand stops, a breath away from my nipple. “Do you think you would like it if I touched your nipple?”
i swallow, barely able to breathe, looking at his hand, still so close to my nipple which is poking at the material of my dress like it’s inviting him to play with it. “Yes, Sir,” i say, swallowing hard again, “I would like it.”
He smiles, and drops his hand. “Good girl,” he says, and i almost whimper again, with desire and longing.
“Follow me,” he says. “See if you can stay just a step or two behind me. I think Ms. Constance is going to start her caning demonstration in a minute. I don’t want you to miss that.”
“Yes, Sir,” i say, following behind him like a baby duck, trying to stay close enough without actually stepping on his heels.