SRC Common Room

She trailed her fingers down to the edge of his t-shirt and began lifting it up toward his head, his hands covered her quickly with the intention to help. She stopped and smacked his hands away, “Do you understand what you are and who I am?” she ask him. “Yes, he replied.” Placing his hands in fist at his sides. “You are my keeper and I am your slave.” She smiled up into his eyes coyly, “That is correct. You belong to me. You do only want I tell you.”
“Raise your arms above your head.” She said once again drawing his t-shirt up his chest and this time over his head once he raised his arm. He towered over her small frame; however she managed to get his shirt off. Once off she took her time exploring his chest with her delight fingers. She slowly circled his nipples then began to pluck and twisting with an almost urgent need. He closed his eyes and rocked back on his heels as her plumb lips found his nipple and sucked while her hands began a journey down his abs to the bottom on his jeans. Slowly she lowered the zipper then went with them down on her knees. Her face was eye level with his throbbing dick. She reached for his boxers and pulled them to the floor and swift ease and a deep intake of breathe. She rocked back onto his heels and grew herself to her full height. She gripped his quaking balls in her hands and massaged them then twisted and gripped tighter, “There is a shower through that door. Bath, shave, and put lotion on your body.” She said pointing to the only door within the room she has led his too. “Come out when you are done. We have people to meet. I will have something laid out of you to wear.”
When he exited the bathroom he fully expected her to have a suit or tux laid out for him to wear, much to his surprise she stood in middle of the room with several black leather belts. She took in his image and smiled, “we’re late, come over here.” He obeyed and harden at the sight of her. Surely she did not intend his to attend a dinner party in this fancy place naked. She quickly places the widest of the belts around his middle and the attached to large leather arm bands the side of the belt. She quickly secured his wrist into the cuffs the attached a leash to the hook at the front of the wide belt surrounding his middle. She stepped back and looked up into his eyes, “Remember, you belong to me. I allow people to touch you or not to touch you. You are not allowed to talk to anyone without permission. Do you understand?” she asks. “Yes, ma’am.” He replied which won him an evil glance. “I am your keeper, you will refer to me as such until I sale you to the highest bidder.” She said as she gripped the leash and pulled him from the room.

They entered a large hall filled with men and women all in various levels of exotic dress or undress. His balls tightened as all conversation stopped and all eyes turned to them. His flexed his hands which were bound at his side. Instead of his dick swiveling to hind, it grew to a painful hard throbbing. She jerked hardly on his leash a began to lead him throughout the room. Hands from women and men touch him. Some as gentle strokes on his arms and legs while others firmly gripped and pulled at his aching balls and throbbing dick. Every table they stopped at she would introduce him, “Ladies, gentlemen, I would like you to meet my slave who I may auction tonight as punishment.” As they came to the last table she noticed an empty chair, she circled the table allowing all to feel his dick before she made her way to the empty chair and sat down then she looked up into his face. “Sit at my feet with your head on my lap.” He look from her to the room around then noticed that there were others like him sitting on the floor as she wanted. He first kneeled then slid back into a position so his head would lay in her lap. After several moments past she grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled hard to raise his head. She placed a glass against his lips, “Drink.” She demanded.
As the evening continued, she fed him in the same position and then the atmosphere within the room changed and he noticed that everyone was looking their way. Waiters begin to clear the table above him and she gripped the leash and pulled him to his feet. He noticed that straps were now attached to the table. She looked again into his eyes, “You are my slave. You will perform as I see fit.” “Yes, keeper.” She smiled at him while she led him the table and urged him on top of it. His heart began to pick up the rhythm as he was bounded to the table in a spread eagle fashion. She bent and kissed his forehead, then climbed onto the table above him. She reached to the edges of her dress then pulled it up over her head. She was completely naked and bare for the whole room to see and watch as she lowered her pussy to his month. Hands from all directions began to touch him and someone’s month was working a line to his harden dick. He opened his eyes and looked up to see her pinching her nipples; however her hands were quickly replaced with two men’s mouths. His already harden cock throbbed to be released. As if sensing his need for release she opened her eyes and glanced down at him grabbing a handful of hair, “You are not allowed to cum.”
She lifted herself off his face and rolled further down his body. Kissing her way along his abs until her ass crest into his dick standing on end, she looked into his face and watched the agony spread. She loved that he was hanging on to his cum at her command. She drew her hand between her thighs and sought his balls. With a hard smack he smiled and rolled further back so his cock rubbed into the valley of her ass.
“Cum” she commanded.

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  1. dungeonmaster says:

    Good idea, but some of the poor grammar takes away from the story

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