He told her to sit in the chair and to simply feel. Some things she could readily identify….like ice cubes, a feather, the prick of needles, his hand, though gloved, was immediately known to her when he squeezed her swelling breasts and then lifted them by the nipples. Even her cat, which he likely held and brushed the animal’s soft fur against her breasts, a quick rasp of a sandpapery tongue almost caused her to fall out of her chair….but then he reminded her to maintain her posture.
But then from the darkness came the scrape of a fingernail across her nipple, over her clit. Her legs tried to trap that soft touch between her thighs. Her Master grabbed her nipples and twisted until she opened her legs again with a pained cry.
After a long pause where she shivered in darkness, the touch came again. A fingernail circling her nipple.
A sweet, soft voice from the darkness said, “Open your mouth, toy. A fuck toy’s holes should always be open.” A slim finger tapped her tongue. She heard a woman’s accompanying laughter as she couldn’t help herself, she tried to suck in the finger deeper. Delicate, feminine fingers squeezed her nipple until her mouth opened again. Her nipples were throbbing, but her cunt was weeping.
The female stranger complimented her Master, “You are right. She is a delightful toy. So eager to please. I wonder, is that a result of your considerable training, or was she a natural?”
“A bit of both, I must admit.”
“Training her must have been so very…rewarding.”
“Not for her, not always,” he chuckled. The woman let loose a light, tinkling laugh.
“And just how well trained do you have her? How obedient is your horny slut?”
“You’re welcome to use her tonight and find out for yourself. I think you’ll find she’ll beg for just about anything you can imagine.”
