I stare into her hazel eyes, they are full of mischief. I can hear a fait rustling sound. My dominatrix turns around sharply. “Who’s’ that?” She stares in turn at the men with the cameras. Now that they are closer I can see they are wearing black cloaks with hoods which is why they were only shapes before in the darkness of the cellar. She focuses on one in particular. “COME”. A young man with dark curly hair steps nervously forward, camera in hand. She parts his cloak with her riding crop to reveal a very stiff bouncy young cock. He’s naked under his cloak. God are they all naked underneath? “What have we here? Having a little play were we?” She gives his cock a little whack with her crop sending it bouncing around. The young lad winces a little. She roughly grabs hold of his cock like a handle and pulls him towards me. He stumbles and follows her. “This young man seems very excited and we’ve only just begun” she holds his young cock very hard. He is standing right in front of me, her close behind him. I can smell his aftershave. “Do you like what you see? She says quietly in his ear” “Yes” “YES WHAT?” “Yes mistress” That’s better. She starts to slowly wank his cock. She’s gripping it with all her strength. “Gorgeous isn’t she?” she says in a low husky voice. “Yes mistress” She digs her nails into his flesh. The young man closes his eyes. Her hand moves a little quicker. I’m fixated on his cock which starts to leak per-cum. Her hand moves a little faster in long strokes, his breathing is heavy. Suddenly she changes tempo, she furiously wanks his cock is short sharp strokes. Up and down goes her hand gripping his cock as hard as she can. She is merciless. Suddenly he lets out a loud moan as his sperms sprays all over my stockings. I can feel the warmth of the splashes. She pumps his cock until every last drop has been emptied. He stands there panting and red faced, embarrassed. “Better?” “Yes mistress” he says out of breath. “Thank you mistress”. “Go”. The young man goes back into the shadows. She turns to me. “You’re a mess. Look at you”. His sperm is even on my shoes. “Did I give you permission to get in a mess? Did I?” “This wasn’t my fault” “Insolent as well?” “Turn around” I face the wall. I know full well what’s coming. “Do you know what happens to insolent slaves?” “No Mistress” “They get punished” The anticipation is killing me. There is a slight whistle of air before the riding crop strikes both of my bottom cheeks making me jump. Another blow follows a little lower and a little harder. “Count”. “2”. Again another blow a little harder and a little lower. “3”. Each blow lands in different place. Now we are up to seven. 8 lands on the top of the back of my legs. At 10 she stops and roughly rubs my bottom with her hands and the back of the top of my legs. I can feel my bottom and the back of my legs start to glow, my pussy is wet. “HUSBAND” She shouts. I can’t see but I guess Garry has come forward from the shadows. Clean up your wife. I can feel Garry’s finger tracing the lines made by the crop. On my legs. “Take off her stockings and clean her shoes”. As Garry undoes my suspenders. Well I guess it’s him as I dare not look around. I can feel his breath on the back of my legs. He rolls them down. He takes off a shoe and removes my stocking before putting the shoe back on. The same with the other leg. He polishes my shoes with the material. If she thought he would lick off another man’s sperm she is wrong. “Good. Sit in that chair.” You turn around. I shuffle around to face the room. While she busies herself I think of how I got here. Some of the men on SH had asked if I was up for a private photo-shoot, a young woman asked if I would like to be dominated by a female dominatrix. It was Garry’s idea to put both together and one of the guys had this creepy cellar. This way better and far more erotic than I imagined. I see Garry for the first time. He sits in a large antique wooden chair with arms and a high back. The sort of thing you would find in a castle. She ties his wrists to the arms of the chair with my sperm splattered stockings. She folds down the hood on his cloak. She parts the cloak with her riding whip. He is naked underneath like the lad. His cock is semi-erect. “Looks like someone else is starting to enjoy the show. We will use his cock as an erotic indicator” He looks embarrassed as his cock stiffens slightly. She undoes the collar of his cloak and opens it fully. He is now naked for all to see. He looks a little embarrassed. “Your wife is pretty isn’t she?” Garry nods. “But she needs discipline” Garry nods again. “Now I can do something about” She clips the riding crop to her belt and removes a flogger. No sooner than she has done this and its tails whistle through the air and land on the front of my Basque catching me unaware. She flicks her wrist and its tails land in the other direction. The cameras start to flash again. She builds up a slow rhythm with the whip. Right, then left across my front. Each stroke flickers the candles on the floor. My chest heaves. She’s just getting warmed up, so am I. She moves down to my thighs. Whipping one then the other in a rhythmic circular motion. “Let’s see how we are doing” My legs are warming to the whip and faint tracer lines can be seen. She looks at Garry’s cock. It’s a little stiffer but not much. She contemplates for a moment. “BOY” she shouts. The young man comes forward. I can see the budge in the front of his cloak, so can she. “Oh to be young” Take off her Basque. The young lad can hardly believe his luck. He moves behind me and with shaky fingers he undoes the clips at the back one by one. I can feel his breath on my shoulder, I can smell his scent, his new erection brushes against bottom. He removes the Basque freeing my breasts to a frenzy of camera flashes. “Good” He disappears back into the shadows with my Basque. All I have on now is my crutch less panties and killer heels. My arms still held high by the cuffs and the chain in the ceiling. She looks at my husband’s cock. I can tell he is excited. I can see it in his eyes. I can’t wait for what comes next. My nipples are hard, my pussy is moist my body is ready for sex. I love the anticipation. One flick of the wrist and the whip lands across my naked breast. Ouch! Then the other. Oh my god! She builds up a slow rhythm again whipping each breast in turn. This is quite hard but god this is turning me on. As she increases the strength my breasts recoil with each stroke. The cameras flash away in a frenzy. The men faces illuminated each time just for a nano second. They are of all ages. I guess there are about seven of them. I am so aroused. She is too I can see it in her eyes. My pussy aches to be touched. As if she read my thoughts with an upward stroke the flogger’s tails hit my sex. Ouch! But Oh my god. I try to open my legs a little so she can do it again but the chains are too tight. She smirks at me and stops proceedings. “Shall we see how we are doing?” Fuck I know how I am doing. I am so turned on. All the men watching takes the whole thing to a whole different level of eroticism. If she let me down now I would let all the men fuck me. Mind you not sure Garry would be too impressed but I am so wound up. Worst of all she know it. She looks at Garry’s cock, it’s like a flag pole. He looks at me and shrugs his shoulders. “Oh my, your husband looks excited and what a nice cock. It looks good enough to eat” She goes over to Garry and drops to her knees. Shit! Surely not. Bitch! She slowly licks his cock from its base all the way to the top. Garry looks at me trying not to grin. She then takes it in her mouth and slides her lips all the way down to the bottom. Garry closes his eyes. I can see her sucking hard as she now moves slowly up his shaft all the way to the top leaving behind trails of red lipstick. “Yes good enough to eat” She stands back up and Garry opens his eyes looking rather disappointed that that was all he was getting. Yes you look disappointed daring. I try not to smile. “Well Emma, we know you good enough to eat?” She goes to the chain fasting on the wall and lowers my hands about six inches. “Open your legs” I part my legs. She places a hand between my legs and drags her index finger through my pussy lips making me shudder. She puts her index finger in her mouth and sucks on it. She drops to her knees. Her tongue begins to explore my sex. Oh god yes. Her tongue explores my folds. My pussy lips part by themselves. I close my eyes as she sucks my clitoris into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around my sensitive area. She then slowly inserts one of her long fingers. The finger starts to slowly twirl around inside of me. As second finger now joins the first slowly stretching me. I am in heaven. Yes stretch my pussy. She continues to suck my clitoris and uses her tongue to push it against her teeth. A few more minutes of this and I will be cuming all over her fingers. The cameras flash around me. Some of the shadows are getting brave and they are really close trying to get a close-up of the action. I glace at Garry who has a big smirk on his face. She stands up and starts to kiss me full on the lips. I can taste my juices on her lips. We explore each other mouths. I can smell her hair, her perfume. I’m sure I can also smell her sex. We are locked in a passionate embrace. She gently pulls away biting my lip. NO, don’t stop! “Let’s see how we are doing” we both look at Gary’s cock. It’s the biggest I have ever seen it. He looks smug. “Oh my look what I’ve done. I’ve left lipstick marks on your husband cock. I’ll just have to clean it off” She turns to Garry who has a big grin on his face. She turns to me. What’s she going to do? She has a wicked look in her eyes. They sparkle at me in the candle light. She lifts up her dress and backs into his lap. NO! She grabs his cock and positions it at her entrance. Maintaining eye contact with me. NO! I watch her lower herself onto Garry’s cock. He lets out the biggest sigh. She looks wanton and that mischievous look is back. I look on in amazement as she slips down all the way to its base. “mmmh nice fit”. Now let’s remove that lipstick. She starts to slowly ride his cock. Bitch! Garry is in heaven. I am as jealous as hell watching this younger attractive woman fuck my man. I yank on my chains in protest. This is torture! End of Part 2 - Emma x PS this is fiction.