had as a child. One ball into the other finishing with a wide arc on either end. The Master had it timed that the ball would hit, then the leather paddle, then the fur. It was poetry in motion to see her played this way.
Master began removing the notes from Kitten’s body, reading some, laughing at most. 'Baby, Zack sends his love. Here's Stan’s; 'tie the knots and may your flogger always fly high'. As each note was removed from various parts of her body, Kitten moaned, and each one that past her lips sent tingles up my spine.
I almost jumped out of my skin when Master turned on the beebees. He had his arm draped around my waist, but I was away from his body.
The bee bees went on high and my knees buckled. He was holding me up by my underarms. 'Baby open your eyes.' They flew open and I found us in the middle of the room. I strained to focus on those around us when I heard him say, 'Cum for us, Baby.'
All eyes were focused on us as I melted there in the middle of the floor. I was molten lust oozing with sensation, rocked to the core as the nerves pushed electrically charged impulses through me. The feelings ripping through my body seem to go on and on from my head to my toes. When they began to slow Master pulled me back against him and crossed his arms over my stomach.
He kissed the side of my neck as I finished. The room erupted in applause. I blinking and scanned the crowd. Smiles were on all the faces as well as on mine.
Master cleared his throat and said, 'Friends it's time for us to leave you. We'd like to thank you all for coming. Bergenia, we'd especially like to thank you for bringing us together and letting us share our joy with you.'
He escorted me to the van. I looked back out the window as the Academy faded from my view, then over to Master – my Master, my future. Easing back into the seat I closed my eyes and pondered what that meant. With Master, that could be any number of things.
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'What a dismal place! Now, don't get me wrong, my darling, I'd come to see you if you were camped out in the frozen wastes of Siberia, but I have to say you deserve a medal for surviving here as long as you have.'
I reclined on Harry's new sofa, savoring its luxuriant squishiness and gratefully imbibing a glass of red wine. It had been a long day of bouncing bus followed by cut-price airline and hedonism seemed like the perfect antidote to my travel travails. Harry sighed in agreement, busy multi-tasking dinner in the open-plan kitchen of his apartment. Intriguing savory whiffs issued from the oven and my stomach gurgled a distress call.
'Don't I know it, dearie. It wouldn't be so bad if there was something I could actually despise about this town, but it's just plain blah.'
'Like microwave dinners.'
'Yep.'
My friend leaned upon his work surface and looked morose. I wriggled my toes against the upholstery and pondered the possibilities. One brief weekend in a charmless northern town, sprawled like a canker sore across the vast and featureless prairie. Oil and gas had built the place, blizzards held it captive half the year. My visit coincided with a thaw, stale melt-water turning brown grass to mush. Yuck.
'Hmm. Oh well, we'll just have to make our own entertainment, won't we? If we can have a good time in this Godforsaken place, we can have a good time anywhere!'
Harry brightened up a little.
'That's true. I could always take you to the Log Jam tomorrow night. Hmm, yes, and then on for a curry at that Tandoori place I've been meaning to try. You game?'
A familiar glint had entered my friend's eyes and I remembered his gleeful description of the Log Jam pub where some astute local entrepreneur had obviously hired the waitresses with sleaze-appeal at the forefront of his mind.
'You should see the tits on one of them…'
'I'd like to, very much. Now stop it, you're making me horny and I'm bloody ravenous. Feed me!'
'Yes dear. I hope you like mushrooms.'
'I like everything, sweetie.'
'Bad girl.'
The Log Jam was a common or garden kind of place, booths for couples and groups of friends, a motley selection of post-work guys at the bar. The TV was turned to the sports channel, discussion revolved around the respective merits of the local ice hockey teams. Harry picked one of those small tall tables with high chairs to give his little lady a bird's eye view. I eased myself up with as much grace as I could muster, having left my climbing equipment at home. The vista was both broad and breathtaking.
'Well!'
'Told you.'
There were five girls working the shift that evening, each offered a different variation on a theme. The overall gestalt was definitely 'tarty' but tarty came in various flavors, from ebony with waist-length braided hair to bleached blonde and busty. Tight, mid-thigh skirts were the order of the day and skimpy, boob-enhancing tops. My silky panties began to moisten but I couldn't resist a giggle too. Harry grinned.
'Quite blatant, isn't it? There was one the other day in a blue plastic mini-skirt. I thought I'd never see straight again.'
'Alert! Alert! The blonde's coming our way.'
I attempted to compose my lust-drenched features to a pastiche of respectable thirty-something-about-town. It's not that easy being a rampant bi-sexual, even in these more enlightened times. A pair of round brown breasts, thoughtfully gift-wrapped in a sky blue T-shirt with neckline plunging halfway to heaven, inquired what they could get for us. Harry ordered wine as I concentrated hard on the delectable hooters, positively bereft when they jiggled off to fetch our drinks. An artfully placed badge on her bosom said 'Caron' but she looked like a Norma to me. I could see her as a naughty nurse, twin mounds of firm tan tit-flesh bursting triumphantly from a mini overall, straining buttons popping as she leaned solicitously over her ward.
'I want her. Will you get her for me, please?'
My request was playful, issued in jest, but I rarely say anything I do not mean. Harry groaned.
