cfNM - part 2

She took and obvious deep breath, letting it out slowly. Some dark needs of Dominants can be very difficult to express. I myself sometimes needed some brief symbolic pain, although mine usually came from switches that I knew well but did not often play with. I had also allowed switch partners to practice some things on me before they subjected others to their new skills.

I moved closer to her seeing that her nipples were erect. I reached, using my slightly long nails to pinch the nipple through the thin silk blouse. It was not quite sheer black, and I could not see the nipples. I wanted to use my teeth on them.

"Now," I commanded with a just beyond gentle harshness.

"I wish to be punished and abused," was a simple enough response and the need showed in the shine of her eyes.

"Wish?"

"I need to be punished painfully and used sexually. I do not entirely understand the depth of that need. Please, please help me understand." Her plaintiff tone spoke far more than the words. I pinched harder. Her moan followed. I could smell her arousal.

"Well then," I began, releasing her nipple. "Let us have these few words to make sure our boundaries are clear. They are not negotiable in the usual sense. They are in part an agreement to reward me for meeting your needs. They are, in part, my own interpretation of what your needs are. I will use your body to provide me with at least two orgasms: in your mouth and in your ass. These orgasms will be after you have felt the pain you need. Normally my needs would be paramount. In this situation I am here to help you. Your needs will be paramount. Respect that. I have only one question left, are you amenable to this audience?"

"Yes, that is part of my need." I nodded to show my understanding.

"You should know I will also enjoy the audience and am very much an exhibitionist. Also, I expect you to cum, more than once. You need to ask permission before you cum. I am likely to push you to orgasm then stop just shy. If you are a good partner is will permit it, but it will have to be earned. Go to the St Andrew's cross.!" The masturbation of my cock stopped. I asked my amorous admirer to fasten her to the cross. She did so with alacrity.

Stepping to her I pulled her dress up in back, tucking it, running my hands over the exposed bottom. It was warm and I could smell her arousal even more. I knew she was wet, but I wanted to know just how wet.

"I am going to touch your pussy, sweetcunt. My pardon, your safe word is Red."

I slid my hand down her ass, between her legs and slipped two fingers into a very heated, sopping pussy. She took a deep breath and then sighed.

"Oh, so it is like that eh?" I said to the audience. "Such a good little slut." I stepped to the side and beckoned my apparent assistant. "My bag please." She moved to retrieve it and brought in back on a rolling cart. She unzipped the case. I took her by hand and placed her facing my victim, the fingers of one hand still fucking her. I pulled my fingers out and right in front of my victim's face, offered them to my assistant to suck which she did with eagerness. Fingers from one hand went to my assistant's hair with the other hand to my victim's hair. I pulled my assistant to kiss me, and I tasted my victim from her lips. I turned to kiss my victim and she kissed back fiercely, her tongue teasing mine. I chased it back into her mouth. I moved back to my place somewhat to the side of the body mounted on the X.

Smack. the loud blow echoed a bit in the nearly empty room. She gasped as did some in the audience. I was not sure what they expected. I kept at the spankings creating a staccato beat which turned her pale ass very pink. My assistant groaned and her thighs clenched. She wore a sheer blouse, and I could see her nipples firming. She leaned to whisper in my ears.

"I want to be naked," she said in a needful tone. I thought about it briefly before nodding in the affirmative. She only had two items to remove.

I continued the spanking, harsh as I could muster. Her ass went from bright pink to red and beyond to the territory that would yield a bruise. I stopped. I leaned and whispered in my assistant's ear, "The crop!" She brought it to me. "Go there in front of her and stand, bending forward, hands on knees. "She did so while I knelt behind my victim's lovely ass kneeling. I spread her cheeks, my tongue moving to the rosebud to probe it fiercely. Her respondent moans were a delight.

I rose, going to whisper in my assistant's ear, "May I apply one blow from the crop sufficient to mark you?" I asked. She nodded with a smile that was lovely. I came down on her ass firmly, turning back quickly to watch my victim whose eyes said she needed it also. I stepped aside so she could see the mark I had left on her friend. I waited, holding the crop in view.

"Please, please mark me as you have her but twice." I chuckled. Moving into place I struck each cheek in turn, hard with skill earned by years of experience. My assistant had produced a digital camera and took pictures of the decorated ass. She showed them to me. I nodded and she showed the ass to its owner.

I needed to flog her next but doing so on the cross as I preferred was problematic.

"Move her to the spanking bench. Keep the skirt tucked high so that I can flog that delightful ass." I spoke loudly enough so the audience would hear also.