Baited and Broken (the Halloween Party) III

For those that need to review: Chapter 1 and Chapter 2.

Tap tap tap

Her riding crop meets softly with my bare ass, mocking my assumption of her inevitable beatings. Tap tap tap…

Due to my inebriated ecstasy induced state; I notice that the feel of her crop to my bare skin feels welcome… And I like the way it consistently teases.
No pain for me thank god, I submit to myself, you’ll feel no pain if you just keep doing what you’re doing.

I begin to work once again on Red’s husband; burying his shaft deep into my mouth and being careful not to allow my teeth to meet the soft skin of his penis. He notices my caution and returns to his laid back position, closing his eyes and extending his arms around the back of his head.

“You like that don’t you?” The mistress chortles down to me “You like to please him?”

I nod quickly, hoping to avoid a more aggressive connection from the riding crop she still taps on my ass. Noticing that his cock has returned to it’s previous hardened state, we are back to where we began before the Mistress found me without my mask. Thankfully.
Convincing myself that it will soon be over, I start to enjoy the task at hand once again…. And judging by the soft moaning of Red’s husband, he felt the same. Now if only I could make the Mistress go away.

I bob up and down, sucking profusely… relinquishing any worry that my teeth could be a problem. He tenses a little from the pleasure of my handi-work, then gives as I release him from my mouth and drag my tongue along the ridge of his head which is now extremely swollen.

Smack

Her crop connects hard with my ass and I jump. What the fuck? That hurt… kinda… or not?
Tingles from the smacking run up my spine and rest in my scalp, spreading like a wildfire in the middle of summer. Red’s husband snaps to attention; his eyes shoot open and he looks up at the Mistress quite curious as to why she had changed her motis operandi.

“Did I tell you to take it out of your mouth?” The mistress sneered at me.

“No Mistress” I reply, tossed up between being horrified and pleased with her beatings.

Smack
Again, tingles. “Put it back and like it you little bitch.”

Defeated, but getting quite turned on in a way I cannot describe I once again begin to blow my partner… but slowly, hesitating on the withdraw.
His eyes stay open and he watches in suspense, also teetering between the pleasure of getting head from me… and the pain of his dick going soft over and over again due to disruption at the hands of the Mistress.

She draws back. Smack

Her strikes come harder, and this time I had his cock fully in my mouth. Not attending to the placement of it, or my teeth unfortunately; I bite down a little. Reactionary he tenses, agitated by the current events. I could tell by the look on his face he wished we were left alone. Damn me for taking my mask off.

“What are you looking at?” The Mistress lears at Red’s poor husband.
Smack.

Jesus, that shit hurts… but not… I’m so confused.
With every contact the tingles permeate through me. My hot pussy, now dampened from the excessive suspense and temptation of finishing what I started, begins to throb. Wanting for more out of this interaction then I’m getting I continue to work him over, putting forth all of my best efforts so he would cum… then hopefully she would go away.

“I was just… just trying to understand why…” Red’s husband looks freaked out, and he begins to stutter a little.

“SHUT UP” She bellows as she draws her arm back. I bear down waiting for the impending whipping “You don’t need to understand…”

SMACK. Fuck!

She continues… “You need to obey.”

I don’t know what he was thinking, or what possessed him to challenge her at that time. I mean, sure, it was me she was hitting (not that I minded). So maybe his thought process dictated that he would not be in a position to be harmed if he did.
“Obey who… you?”

For that moment, time stopped.
There was a subconcious silence amidst the groaning and pleasure of the other party attendees. I could hear Red somewhere behind me achieving a neat orgasm at the hands of my husband. Or mouth I guess. Either way, she was having way more fun than me.

I looked up at him in sheer horror, took his cock out of my mouth but still manipulated it with my hand. It remained quite hard and hot I noticed… which was good because at this point I had no desire to start all over again.
I hoped the Mistress would not notice I had stopped as it seemed the atmosphere of this meeting was about to change.
Either I would be in for a really good beating, or he was.

Did he just really do that? I think to myself, amazed that he could be so stupid as to say something like that to a 6 foot woman clad in latex with a riding crop in one hand, and a chained nipple. Did he really just say that? Holy shit I’m in for it big time. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and grip his penis hard, though my head still hovers over it as if to perpetrate I was still blowing him… prepare prepare.

Smack Smack Smack

Three good beatings to my poor bare ass. And now the tingles are replaced with agony as the skin had been driven raw and irritated. I shutter thinking that more whippings are coming and hope to god that she at least chooses the other cheek for awhile. I anticipate the worst.
But then, amazingly, she halts and steps away from me.

“Stand up.” She boasts to Red’s husband.

“Alright then.” He obeys as I am left on my knees in between them. Wondering if this was a good time to move, I wipe my mouth and release my hand from his member which remains on the brink of explosion. Jesus, I should stay or move? Is there a right answer?… fuck me.

“You know better than to talk to me like that.” The Mistress snarls. Her lip curls up a bit at the end, and she now taps her crop sharply in the palm of her hand. I look up inquisitively as if to propose I should move; but neither of them looks down to allow an answer.

“Why, because you can spank me?” Red’s husband gets cocky. I just say fuck it and start to move out of the way, but am blocked by the boot of the Mistress.

“You’re a spicy one then. I think you need a good taming…” she responds.

“And I suppose you’ll be the one to tame me then?” He raises an eyebrow and attempts to tuck his dick back in his pants. “I don’t think so.”

That’s it. I think to myself. I’m fucking moving and nursing my sore ass.

As I raise to my feet the mistress plants her hand on my shoulder and pushes me once again to the floor with much force. I succumb to being there, but shutter at the thought I’d be the pivot girl for this stand off. The Mistress grows angry, her attitude changes from one of pleasant domination to downright hostile bitch. She reaches back behind her and retrieves a pair of nylon hand binds from her belt, presenting them to me. “You will put those on him like a good girl now won’t you.”

As if there was a question even brought to the table… I immediately submit and accept the ties. “Yes Mistress.” Red’s husband looks content and firm… not flinching at all. I stand to my feet, circle behind him and restrict his hands behind his back. My dress slides against my bruised cheek, causing me to wince…

“Are they tight then bitch?” She prompts. “Do I have to check them and make sure?”

“No Mistress” I reply, checking the strength of the ties to his wrists “They are tight.”

“Good” her lip curls once again and she softens her tone “now drop his pants.”

Again, I submit.

Red’s husband stands exposed from the waist down… he still remains confident and does not budge. I return to my previous position between them and look on to my leader in awe.
She truly stands about 6 foot tall, which I am sure is modified due to her spiked heels. Her platinum blonde hair slicked back tightly and drawn into a braided bun atop her head, cherry red lipstick glosses on her pencil thin lips. She’s wearing latex boy shorts with a nifty leather tool-like belt stuffed with toys. A matching vest unzipped to expose her breast art, and fishnet stockings which were drawn almost uncomfortably into her skin.

She looks to me with a sparkle in her eye but speaks to Red’s husband gruffly “Bend over and rest your shoulders on the back of the love seat.”
Seeing that he was unmoving, she smacked her riding crop against the soft part of his inner thigh; narrowly missing his genitalia, and then spat “Do it now.”
Needless to say, he reluctantly assumed the position.
Smugly, she again reaches behind her but this time withdrawing a small jelly dildo. It was pink… I knew exactly what she had planned by the gleam in her eye and the conniving smile she sported. So when she said the words I felt no shock or surprise…

...“Fuck him.”

“Yes Mistress” I chimed, challenging her smile of confidence with my smile of anxiousness. I reached for a bowl nearby and pulled from it a small packet of lube, as I whispered to him confidently “don’t worry, I’ve done this before.”
To which he responded “It’s alright, so have I.”

Wasn’t too much longer before I was deep inside him (so to speak), he loved it. As I worked him over slowly but steadily, the Mistress took his cock in her hand and tugged it. She jacked him off like crazy as I fucked him in the ass; getting off completely on his uncontrollable groaning and begging for us not to stop. Mistress and I look unto each other as we fuck him. She remains calm, almost punishing … I giddy and playful.

I look on to Jess, Red, and my lucky husband… who seems to be having the best of them in every way. And then as the other groups and couples moan and frolick aloud like an overlapping chorus, we bring Red’s husband to climax. Empowering, stimulating, sexual. I love fucking guys, seriously.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I could have swore she was talking to me, so I responded with a breathy “Yes.”
“I wasn’t talking to you…” she quipped, looking down onto our previous victim and then spit on Red's husband “I was talking to him.” Then she quietly strutted back into the crowd and disappeared.

I took a rest next to him, and put my hand on his shoulder as he slumped breathless. “You alright?”
“Yes, I’m really good actually.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” And then he caught his breath and said “It’s your turn.”

“My turn for what, Ass sex?” I laughed, feeling once again soft and sensual; admiring the flicker of the candle light and it’s reflection against the leather masks worn by the men that still sat complacent against the walls.

“No… Domination. Where’s my wife?” he rose rather uncomfortably at first, but then got his standing… pulled up his cords, and began to walk towards the happy threesome. I followed curiously. I mean, I understand the domination aspect, but how did this entail my Red head… was she a seasoned dominatrix? If so, why hadn’t I seen that side of her… am I jumping to assumptions?

I’m really fucked up off this ecstasy because I’m noticing a group of at least 10+ and I’m considering jumping in the mix.

To be continued...