My breath catches in my throat, and a vision of being tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross while Ryan uses a whip on me enters my head.
“Fuck!” I exclaim out loud without realizing it. Everyone turns to look at me. Master Stone included. He raises an eyebrow toward us. Ryan gestures with his hand to tell the other Dom to continue.
“I’m guessing you like the thought of whips. Let’s see how you feel after you’ve watched it.” Ryan’s voice is like smooth, velvet chocolate in my ear, and as he pushes his hips into me, I feel the hardness of his groin.
Shit, shit, shit I chant in my head. What am I getting myself into?
I don’t reply to him, because Master Stone lands the first blow of his whip on his sub’s breast. She lets out a cry, and a glowing red line from the tendrils of the leather appears.
My breath quickens when Emily states, “My Master loves this breast.”
“Good Girl.” Master Stone lowers his mouth to the breast he’s just struck and tugs the nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it, pulling it hard before standing back and striking the other one. Emily repeats her phrase. Two more strikes follow to each breast. Tears are pooling in Emily’s eyes, but she’s not using her safeword.
Next, Master Stone delivers two carefully placed strikes to her stomach, and she responds,
“My master loves my stomach. It cradled his child. The product of our love.”
I can’t take my eyes off either of them.
Ryan leans forward and whispers into my ear.
“If you want me to stop, say red.”
I turn around and look at him, blinking briefly in confusion, but the crack of the whip turns me back to the show on stage. Master Stone brings the leather down between Emily’s parted legs. She cries out even louder this time, and I feel wetness between my thighs. I’m getting so aroused watching this.
Ryan lowers his hand from my waist and pushes under the waistband of my skirt.