W hile the other six dinner guests streamed toward a large open area that was filled with laughter and seemingly fun-filled, decadent activities, Mr. Lord steered me toward a flight of stairs. Looking over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of two servant girls engaged in a deeply passionate kiss. I’d never had any sexual urges toward another woman, but the sight was very beautiful and extremely erotic.
The further down we traveled, the dimmer the lighting became. I longed to be upstairs, where I stood a better chance of being allowed to suck Sergio’s dick again. When we reached the basement level, I noticed that the mood of the place was charged with something darker than sexual openness.
“Are any of the dinner guests coming down here?” I asked Mr. Lord, wishing for the familiarity of the people I’d dined with.
“No,” he said ushering me into a small, dark room that was illuminated by candlelight.
I could barely see, but I sensed the presence of others.
lurking in the shadows. “Is anyone else down here with us?” I asked in a frightened whisper.
“Shh. You’re being impudent; don’t ask questions.”
I swallowed fearfully and nodded.
“Tonight is your initiation. Hopefully, you’ll advance to the next level.”
“What do you mean?”
“There will be dire consequences if you fail.”
“What do I have to do?” I asked, looking around the darkness, wondering who was in the room, watching us.
He led me to a four-poster bed. The bed and a chair were the only items of furniture in the room. “Take off your clothes, and lie on the bed, Fonia,” he said firmly. Knowing that pairs of eyes were on me, I stripped out of my beautiful gown. When I attempted to fold it neatly, Mr. Lord knocked it out of my hands and kicked it across the floor. I gasped at the harshness of his actions. If he treated my exquisite dress with such of a lack of respect, then what did he have in store for me?
“Are you upset with me, Mr. Lord?”
“Very. Running away from me and throwing away your precious virginity was unforgiveable. If you pass the tests tonight, I will finally be able to forgive you. Do you think you can pass?”
“I hope so. What do you want me to do?”
“Lie down. I’m going to bind you to the bed.”
My eyes darted to the bedposts and I saw the leather straps that were attached to them. Trying to swallow my fear, I sank down on the bed.
“Take off your underwear,” he said gruffly and I obliged. He flung my lovely articles of lingerie as if ridding himself of pieces of trash. I closed my eyes and swallowed huge knots of fear as he strapped my wrists and then my ankles to the wooden posts. Naked and spread-eagle on the bed, I felt helpless and scared. And very vulnerable.
From the shadows, people began to emerge—two men and one woman—completely nude except for the masks that concealed their faces. I shuddered, not knowing what to expect.
“It’s time to test your loyalty. These people are here to give you pleasure, but you mustn’t orgasm under any circumstances. Be strong, and call on your willpower. You can’t cum until I give you permission. If you lose control and succumb to an orgasm. I’m going to make you regret it,” he said in a sinister tone, and then pulled the chair close to the bed and took a seat.
I watched helplessly as the two men approached me while the woman moved toward the chair where Mr. Lord sat. He stood up while the woman helped him out of his pants and briefs. She positioned herself between his legs, and took him inside her mouth.
Seeing someone else performing fellatio on the man I worshipped was unbearable. Jealousy cut through me like a hot knife, but those emotions quickly dissipated when I felt a pair of cool hands cupping my breast while a moist tongue circled my nipple.
An instant later, the other anonymous man crouched inside the space between my legs. Soft hair tickled my
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thighs as he leisurely made circles on my clit with his tongue. I gasped long and loud, while thrusting my pelvis upward and arching my back. I wanted to scream at my mystery lovers to stop teasing me with their tongues. I wanted to scream for them to put suction holds on my clit and nipples. To suck so hard that I cried out in sweet pain.
But Mr. Lord was watching, and I couldn’t express my needs; all I could do was endure the sexual torture.
The tongue ceased lathing my nipple and I tried to rise up in protest, but I relaxed and released a blissful sigh when his velvet lips began tugging on the aching tip while his teeth nipped softly, drawing from me a sharp cry.
The man between my thighs ran his tongue along my velvety slit and then plunged into the hot juices, coercing my hips to engage in winding motions that I could not control. With my hands and ankles bound, I was unable to pull away; I was a prisoner to the passion.
Waves of sensations rolled over me, but I willed myself not to cum. After a while, I grew accustomed to the stimulation and was able to endure and actually enjoy the pleasure without the fear of toppling over the edge of ecstasy.
My anonymous lovers switched places, and this time I didn’t feel soft hair between my legs, I felt hard masculine thighs brushing against mine as he climbed atop me. Realizing that I was about to get fucked, I shuddered
in anticipation. Mr. Lord would only fuck me in the ass, and though I had learned to enjoy anal sex, I yearned to have a hard dick ramming my pussy.
The masked man entered me gently, and excitement prickled my skin. My legs were already spread wide, but I would have welcomed this desperately needed dick by throwing my legs open even wider had they not been tethered to the bedposts.
As he plunged deeper, I made guttural sounds of lust that were quieted when the other man who hovered over me bent down and kissed my lips. His tongue lashed into my mouth, persuading me to open it for him. And with my jaws apart, taking in his sweet kiss, he replaced his tongue with his dick.
Both men were catering to my desires, and I groaned with lust and happiness.
But the man stroking into my core hit a nerve and I jerked as an orgasm threatened to take me over. I turned my head, forcing the dick out of my mouth. “Please stop!” I pleaded to the man who was fucking me. I cut a fearful eye at Mr. Lord. He patted the shoulder of the girl who was crouched before him, and she released his dick from her mouth and scurried away.
Mr. Lord rose from the chair and stood over me. “I forbid you to climax, Fonia.”
“I’m not,” I panted desperately. I willed my hips to stop moving but I had no control over my body movements. With pleasure mounting, I strained and struggled against
the tidal wave of pleasure that overtook me. But I couldn’t stop it.
I screamed and my body shook fiercely. It was a long and intensely violent orgasm.
Gasping for breath, I panted, “I’m sorry, Mr. Lord. I tried to hold—”
“Shh. Save your breath. You don’t have to explain,” he said, speaking in a tone of understanding. “You’re aU dismissed,” he told the three masked guests. They dutifully left the room at once.
Mr. Lord began undoing the leather binds and tenderly massaged my wrists and ankles. I could have cried with relief. He wasn’t upset with me. He understood that my heart and soul belonged to him. It was my whoring body that had betrayed me.
“Turn over,” he said in a gende whisper. Reafizing that anal penetration was next, I eagerly did as he ordered. As I lay on my tummy, I was surprised when he began binding my limbs to the bedposts again. This would be the first time that he tied me down while ass-fucking me.
With my face buried into the mattress, I heard him walk across the room. I waited for him to return to the bed and rub cool lubrication on my anus.
But the next sensation was not cool. It was fiery hot and I shrieked in pain when a harsh blow landed upon my buttocks. It was not the usual sting of the paddle that I was accustomed to. Mr. Lord was using tremendous force and imploring me to kiss the paddle each time he hit me.