The Vanilla Audience
The four of us arrived together at Slave C’s apartment, laughing, giggling and cackling away despite having only met a short time ago. I was dressed in a short tight leather dress, stockings and heels, with a smart blazer on.
My accomplice, Lilly, and I had left Slave C shackled to his bed while we had gone out in Soho to recruit a couple of random ladies to bring back to his apartment and see him at his slavish best. My kink-dar is pretty astute, so when had we started chatting to a couple of ladies there about clubbing, the topic quickly moved onto fetish clubs, which they both showed a lot of interest in. But when I had managed to drop into the conversation that we had a slave ready to perform on demand at an apartment just round the corner, their kink curiosity peaked…and they had come back with us in expectancy of a submissive spectacle.
After settling them down on the sofa with a glass of champagne (and finding out that we all had a bizarre amount in common!), I left Lilly with the ladies while I went to fetch Slave C. I to the living room we came, him on the end of a leash, collared, hooded and naked, crawling behind me on all fours. “Say hello to our guests!” I ordered. Slave C submissively greeted the two ladies, who were now most intrigued and on the edge of their seats.
“Well, I don’t know about you Lilly, but all that walking around Soho has made my feet in need of a good massage. Slave C! Attend to my feet immediately!” He rushed across the room to where I was seated in an armchair and began to take off my peep-toed Louboutins and lovingly caress my pretty little feet. The audience watched enthralled! Slave C was doing a good job. “One of Slave C’s better talents is foot worship,” I announced to the audience, “but I’m sure you will see some acts that he’s rather less proficient at.” The audience giggled as Slave C was sent to pamper Lilly’s gorgeous feet, and I almost thought that they’d request a foot massage themselves.
Sadly, Slave C’s expertise in foot worship ended right there, when he started to kiss Lilly’s feet without permission. “A heinous error that must be punished right now! Slave C, get over my knee.” I patted my lap and pulled on his lead so he was propelled towards me. Over my knee he went, so I could have my wicked way on his bare bum, giving him a thorough hand spanking that made my audience “ooo” and “aah”, as my handiwork intensified. Slave C tried very hard not to flinch or whimper at my hard smacks, but started to crumble as the redness on his butt began to glow. Perhaps he was trying to glean some sympathy from his audience, but all they could do was marvel at those crimson handprints when my work there was done!
I decided that the punishment was not over, and Slave C needed his weak point to be exploited. Lilly applied cuffs to his wrists and a spreader bar to his ankles while I explained to the audience that a very special form of torment would have him almost broken. The audience wondered what this would be! A whipping? A caning? “No, something much worse for poor Slave C…Tickle torment!” The audience were bemused at first, but when Lilly and I began the tickling, they understood exactly why this was one of Slave’s C’s greatest weaknesses! We showed no mercy as we our agile fingers made their away around his neck, armpits, ribs, stomach, thighs…and lower as Slave C writhed, wriggled and begged us to stop…but he had to take some bare sole tickling in order for us Dommes to feel satisfied that his punishment had been full delivered! The audience found it hilarious we tickled his feet non-stop for three minutes while Slave C endured this incomparable punishment until we finally stopped and he was released.
The champagne was fully flowing and the audience were clearly having a ball! So it was time for a treat for Slave C, and a demonstration for my eager audience of a skill that I love to show off: a deep and sensual prostate massage. I slipped on a pair of latex gloves, making that delightful snapping sounds as they went on. Slave C presented his butt on all fours for me to lube up as I chatted to my audience about the location of the prostate and the sensations it brought a man. Slave C had not been penetrated for a while, so he needed to be warmed up by one lubey finger until another joined, and then another…and some glorious moans were heard while I was caressing that little walnut-like organ, sending him trembling and melting into a puddle. The audience were keen to try that trick another time!
Now that Slave C had been fully warmed up, it was time for Lilly and I to show the pièce de resistance of the evening, and serve the audience with the surprise spit roasting of the slave! After being left with just the audience (and on his best behaviour) Lilly and I emerged from the bedroom in just our lingerie but wielding a 8” strap-on Cock each. We knew that Slave C could take a pounding in both ends, so the finale of the show begun! At this point the audience were goading us on, “Harder! Harder! Harder!” and who were we to disappoint? With Lilly in his mouth doing her best to put paid to his gag reflex, and me thrusting as deeply as I could in his ass, this performance was going to end with a bang! And so it did as Slave C came hard as I masturbated him to the rhythm of the pounding in both ends and the audience’s chanting.
Our guests left, both chatting excitedly about what they’d seen that evening, and Lilly, Slave C and I had one final glass of champagne for the road. What was absolutely certain was that the vanilla audience wouldn’t be so vanilla anymore after the spectacle they’d been treated to that night!