The prompt for Wicked Wednesday was “Going Dutch”. And then she said “Interpret as you want.” something you should never say to me.
Been a while since I have done a WW, been a while since I’ve posted, but here it is.
He led her to a door with two knobs, one above the other. Grabbing the highest one, he turned it and the top half of the door swung inward showing a candle lit room and just below the door, a table set with fine china and the aroma of roasted meats and savory tubers reached out to excite her pallet. Fresh bread simmered under melting butter and wine chilled in an ice bucket.
Her Master was seated at the table. He rose and crossed to her, kissing her tenderly and then bending her over the lip of the bottom half of the door. He secured her elbows and forearms, trapping her bent over the partial door.
The man who’d lead her there took hold of the hem of her skirt and panties and wordless pulled them off her hips where they pooled at her feet. He raised one foot and then the other to slip the cloth out from under her high heels and when he placed her feet back down, he made sure she was spread out wide. Her ankles were attached to eyelets in the bottom of the door.
Her Master smiled and speared a piece of roast beef dripping with sauce. He placed it gently on her tongue as the man walked away. It was delicious and seemed to fall apart on her tongue.
CRACK! A paddle connected with her ass sharp and stung through her entire body. CRACK again and again. Then a hand caressed the bright marks and her Master proffered another piece with some potato and a carrot.
The strange man who’d taken her to her Master was in the room with him, pouring the wine, but the hand on her naked ass went on without interruption. She did not know who was there, what gender they were, or how far her Master would allow them to take her.
She was allowed a sip of the crisp, warming wine and then CRACK again across her buttocks setting her on fire and bringing her wetness to a flow. Fingers invaded her heating sex and began to stroke her core. Two more hands rubbed her ass and thighs and a finger played around the edge of her ass.
She lost count of the fingers and lips that caressed and stroked her bare flesh as she tried to concentrate on the food being set gently in her mouth. She squirmed and moaned in her bonds and gasped as she was suddenly filled from behind. She looked into her master’s eyes and he smiled and nodded. Her fantasy, sex with a stranger, an invisible man whose face she couldn’t see. Her Master found him, vetted him and let him take her while he watched and sipped the wine.
Another stranger, the waiter who’d chained her and stripped her, stood watching her being used from behind as the mysterious cock pounded in and out, shaking the hinges of the door under his continuous thrusts.
She could feel him come, firing deep inside her and another took his place. She climaxed as he entered her and again when his seed buried itself in her core.
CRACK! CRACK! The paddle struck her again as the white ropy ejaculate dripped from her sore, swollen cunt. Somewhere between paddlings she came again from the pain.
They left her then, smiling and sharing her Master’s meal, red ass and dripping sex on display for all the world to see, but only a few handpicked fortunates to use.