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Monique had to call upon all of her training over the years. If she thought fending off orgasm was hard enough that first time she was in Helen’s manor, then she was about to lose herself now.
The clamps tugged her nipples until ripples of pleasure filled her breasts. Her ass throbbed from the painful divinity Helen bestowed upon it only minutes before. The cane thrust into her, caressing her G-spot while Helen rubbed Monique’s clit. Most of all, her ragged breath blew in Monique’s ear, reminding her of the power she held here, in the bedroom, in her life…
…Against everyone judging her right now.
No, that was the most damning thing: the number of people – including the women who worked for her, her friends, and the few remaining people who respected her – watching as she endured this pleasure and struggled to be a good sub. After all, Helen had partially trained her, although at the time Monique saw it as nothing more than lovemaking.
Whether people watched or not, Monique had to rely on herself. Helen was not going to hold back. That defeated the purpose of pushing her limits.“Don’t go easy on me. People will know if you do.”That’s what Monique told her the day before.
Helen’s onslaught ended. Monique let out a moan of relief, the cane disappearing from her body and dropping against the floor with a shocking sound.
The spreader bar unclasped.
The binds released her hands.
Monique dropped to her knees, Helen’s hand on her head as she pulled her sub back against her hips.She’s decided to do it.Monique didn’t care what Helen did to her while they were there. However,shecared about what Monique did toher.
A part of Monique was relieved. How else could they show how truly submissive she was if she didn’t obey one of their most precious displays? She was available to her Domme, always. That meant giving her one of the simplest pleasures a woman could ask for.
Everyone in that audience would love to see the madam of Le Manoir get down on her knees and pleasure another woman.
Why not? They had seen her spanked and struck. They saw her with nipple clamps dangling from her chest. They saw her get fucked by a foreign object. They saw her corset covered with her Mistress’s desire and marked where she had claimed Monique.
Nothing was sacred in front of these people.
Blindfold still on, Monique focused on the intimacy at hand instead of how this looked to others. Besides, nobody in the audience was uncomfortable with this thought. If anything, they had been anticipating it. Even the subs, who probably often performed such intimate acts on their partners. That was the key.Intimacy.
These people wanted to see her be dominated. They also wanted to see them be intimate.
They were an extension of everyone’s relationships, both good and bad. Every dominant imagined her as their sub, and every sub imagined being as good as her. What were her employees thinking? That they still had a lot to learn? That they never knew this side of her truly lurked within? She wasn’t worried about being lowered in their opinion. She was far from that.
But she wasn’t so far from Helen, who made it clear that she wanted Monique toserve now.
Even so, a bit of apprehension crept into her stomach. She had to push it away in favor of yielding to her desire to serve.
For the first time all night, Monique used her hands to do more than crawl on the floor and hand her Domme something to strike her with. She lifted her skirt and showed off Helen’s uncovered pussy for everyone who was paying attention to see.
It wasn’t unusual for a sub to want to keep this kind of adoration a secret. Not because they were ashamed, but because knowing the details of a Domme’s mound was something for her sub to treasure. Sure, the audience couldn’t see the clear nectar already touching her tongue, nor could they inhale Helen’s natural scent, but everyone in the audience now knew how coveted Helen Warner was to one of the most celebrated submissive women in the business.That will get her work.
The funny part? It actually would. Helen was not lacking, and the way she stood, stiff and arms crossed, showed that she didn’t care if a single person in that room looked at her body and compared it to their own. Why would it? She had a beautiful woman all to herself. Monique was the star of the show tonight, and her lavished attention wasallfor Helen. She was the envy of every person in the room.
Monique was given one minute to do as she pleased before Helen took over. She gently stroked and licked her Domme, remembering how she rode her breasts the day of the collaring ceremony. She wrapped her tongue around Helen’s folds, tasting her musk and the nectar that emerged even though Helen also practiced her own form of self-control. Monique’s breath punctured her lungs as she inhaled deeply through her nose.
Helen took a handful of her hair and dug nails into her scalp. Even though Monique knew what was coming, she still squealed in surprise when Helen shoved herself forward and claimed all of Monique’s face.
She pulled Monique’s hair. She called her a slew of words that turned on the audience. She never let slip that she too was on the verge of climaxing at any moment. Monique could feel it, as Helen’s pussy wrapped around her nose and mouth and almost made her choke. Helen was playing the professional Domme just as Monique was playing the professional sub. Just like she wasn’t allowed to come earlier, Helen wasn’t allowed to come now.
People loved watching others deny themselves pleasure. They loved it even more when that pleasure was finally granted.
Monique hadn’t come. She would be rewarded.
Helen pushed her away, a gasp of air tumbling down Monique’s throat and filling her lungs as she fell backward onto her hands. Her reprieve was short, for Helen yanked her off the ground and returned her to the hook a final time.
Monique bent over at the waist, dangling while her Mistress took their leash into her hands. The leash she had custom made just for Monique shortly after they met.
No, Helen had known her long before that.Wanted herlong before that. Now she was going to take her in front of all these people – the woman she coveted for so long. Just as soon as she returned to their table and grabbed the strap-on that was sure to be a crowd pleaser.
Monique allowed one short moan to burst from her lips when Helen entered her.
