All the subbies and slaves stood in the middle of the floor and took the standard presentation stance for the Academy – back straight, arms down and slightly away from their sides, chin up, eyes facing directly forward, tummy tucked, and chest out.
Mistress Bergenia faced the guests, 'My friends, in celebration of our ceremony today, I have come up with a new twist to an old game. This I call 'OrgErotica'. As you all have had time to peruse the equipment stations around the room, I’m sure each has picked out their favorite. Not to worry though that someone else will monopolize it. I will ring a bell and we will all shift at that time.'
'There are thirty stations, and in front of you are twenty-nine prime students of the Academy. They will each draw a number to correspond to a station, as will each of us. All will go to their designated spot and place the student in that piece as you may see fit.'
She smiled broadly when she looked at Master holding me on his lap. 'The remaining station will go to your slave?'
Master shifted me on his lap. 'Yes, Kitten will be taking that spot. She's not of the Academy, but she is well trained.' I looked up to Master thinking, I'm not going to play? I tried to hide my disappointment, but I knew it was written all over my face. He kissed my cheek as he continued, ' I promised her she would not be left out of the fun.'
'Great.' Picking up two bowls she placed them on the table, 'Masters/Mistresses right, subbie/slaves left. Please go to your stations after you’ve picked your numbers.'
I looked around for Kitten, when the doors were thrown open wide, four slaves, dressed only in loin cloths, carried Kitten, hanging from a pole like some big cat just bagged during a safari. She was still covered all over with the notes. There were four little balls dangling down below her ass. They swung and clanked together as she was carried in. Her long blonde hair was lose and hanging also. The pole was set on two brackets that had somehow materialized in the middle of the floor.
Master helped me off His lap and led me over to Kitten. He petted her head and stroked her hair. 'Let's see what piece of equipment you're going to be assigned before we remove some of the pins.'
Kitten started to wiggle as Master wove his index finger through the notes. Her intake of air was audible and the idea the notes might not all be removed at this time was not sitting well with her.
Mistress Bergenia handed Master a piece of paper, 'Kitten will be in the Hanging Chain cage.'
'Wonderful, that means we don’t have to read the notes just yet.' Master said as he patted Kitten's upturned foot. 'I'll leave you to get situated Kitten, Baby and I are going to wander around and mingle with our guests.' He leaned down and whispered something in Kitten’s ear before he led me away.
I looked back momentarily to see them releasing Kitten’s feet from the bar. Even at a distance I could see the clothespins bouncing up and down with her moments. Master tugged my leash saying, 'Kitten will be well looked after, Baby, lets go see what are guests are up to.'
The first stop was a sling. The Mistress had finished cuffing the slave. We stood there and watched as she set her back in the sling, raising her hands over her head and attaching them high up on the chains. Her feet were then attached so that her rear just grazed the sling.
When the slave was secure the Mistress walked around and tested each cuff to make sure the tension was okay, then she pulled out a bright red flogger from her belt. Standing to the side of the slave she s trailed the strands over the squirming slave.
Master tugged again on my leash; I had been so absorbed in what was happening he had to pull rather hard to get my attention. 'Baby, come. There are others to see.'
We crossed the room to the station Cathy was at, a Black Stallion spanking horse. She was all ready positioned, her ass having a paddle steadily applied to it by Zack. His smile showed his joy as he continued on without breaking rhythm when we stopped to watch. I felt a surge of moisture between my legs, as I wondered how many times he had held me in that position.
I smiled as Master took me to the next station, which was a bondage table. The submissive was strapped in and the Master was having his slave crawl under the table to come up through the access hole. 'Lick,' was all he said and out popped her tongue to commence licking fast and furiously. The one on the table started moaning immediately.
Again Master pulled on my leash as he led me to an upright stretch rack. Kelly was strapped in at a very steep angle, hanging from her feet. Weights were attached to her nether lips pulling them apart and down. Cane marks covered her from breast to knee. The Mistress had stopped for a few moments when we walked up.
Master asked if we could butt-in for a moment, which she was more then happy to allow. He turned to me and said, 'Baby, I think you need to thank Kelly properly for your little toys.' Pushing me toward her I knew he wanted me to lick her cunt, but because of the position she was in the only way I could get close was to place my clit on her mouth – which I did and which was promptly sucked into Kelly’s waiting lips.
She matching me stroke for stroke and I started to lose it when the cane sliced across my ass. 'Baby, remember you do not have permission to cum.' I started to move away when I felt another strike of the cane a tad bit higher on my ass. 'But I want you to get Kelly to cum.'
I was moaning trying to concentrate on her pussy, licking and sucking it. I knew from the taste and smell that she was close, when a series of swishes hit one after another working ever higher on my ass. I was crying as I licked her, my tears and her cum creating a salty concoction, sweet to the taste.
She came fast and hard and her entire body jumped in the chains. My pussy was on fire as she sucked even harder with each jolt of her orgasm. I licked till the jitters stopped and Master's hand pulled me by my upper arm. 'Good girl, Baby. Let’s go find Kitten.'
I was on edge. His hand on my upper arm was the only thing holding me up right. I looked at Master with tears in my eyes, and begged in a soft whisper, 'Please.' Taking me into his embrace he held me close. My body was shaking so hard it was all I could do not to melt there in his arm.
Rubbing my hair with his hand, he held me there, whispering that I was still not permitted to cum. I tensed and started to pull away but he held me close. 'Baby, this is our day, don't make me punish you.' Tears streamed down my face, the throbbing in my cunt continued on as I tried to get myself under control.
Both bee bees went off on low and my knees bulked so fast I almost slid out of Master's arms on to the floor. He laughed as he pulled me close. The throbbing radiated through every nerve of my body. All I could do was cling to him, moaning.
He turned off the bee bees and kisses my cheek. My breathing was not as erratic and I realized I'd stopped crying. Nerve endings through out my body were humming as Master moved me out of his arms and touched my nose with his finger, 'All better now, love?'
Nodding my head, I whispered, 'Yes, Master, thank you.'
'Good. Let's see how Kitten is doing.' Master tugged on my leash.
CHAPTER 25
Master brought me to stand and watch Kitten being tortured. She was inside the hanging chain cage – well, part of her was. Her arms were above her head cuffed to the top of the cage. The cage's chain hung a bit away from the front of her body, but it had been raised in the back to sit on her rear. She was slightly bent at the waist with her legs spread wide by a bar cuffed at her ankles.
A fox fur paddle was being applied to her rear. Alternating between the leather side and the fur side; with each swat of the paddle, the Master welding it had Kitten jumping back and forth from pleasure to pain. As the leather side hit she would bounce forward catching the clothespins on the chain cage. Her cries for him to stop went unheeded. As the fur sidestroked she purred.
I watched Master made eye contact with her. If she needed her safe word, now was the time to say so. Instead of a word, a serene smile crossed her face. Master nodded and we moved around to look at her ever- growing redder ass. Each and every swat precisely placed to cover her ass in a growing pattern of shades of red.
The notes between her legs were sopping wet and the little balls were clanking away like the pendulum set I
