Playing for Keeps (12 page)

Cassie thought back to the previous evening and the excitement she had felt. Matt had taken care of all of her needs, ensuring her total satisfaction. She had never before experienced orgasms as strong or as satisfying and she wasn’t prepared to give up that feeling when submitting to him had felt so good. She feared that the feelings he had evoked might just become addictive. He had made her feel complete. The act of submission had freed her from responsibility and had been strangely liberating, allowing her to relax and glory in their lovemaking. She was determined that she didn’t want to revert to vanilla sex.

“In order to make sure that all your needs are understood by your master, you will have to be totally open and honest with him. You will have to tell him what you are feeling, what you are thinking, what you want.”

Her voice continued in Cassie’s ear, almost a whisper, “How will he know what you do or do not like or what you want if you are not open with him. You need to vocalize your thoughts, your feelings, your wants and desires – he deserves to hear them. His payment for looking after all your needs is the sound of your pleasure. Your pleasure gives him even greater pleasure.”

Cassie definitely liked the sound of that. She thought back to how Matt had been the previous night. He had definitely been horny and turned on by her actions. Even when she had disobeyed his direct orders, he had still been, turned on. She knew he had maintained his hard on throughout her spanking and she had to wonder if the reason he had been so excited was because he knew she was enjoying the punishment. At breakfast time that morning he had definitely been happy. His wide smile and the approving gleam in his eye told her she had pleased him. The mistress made it all sound so simple, a win win situation. She could submit without fear of ridicule and Matt would gain his pleasure through her own.

So absorbed was she in listening to Mistress de Silva, Cassie jumped when she felt the touch of a shaving brush applying lather to her nether regions. Startled eyes flew to Mistress de Silva who was watching her keenly. “Relax Cassie. No one is going to hurt you.”

The man between her legs continued to apply the lather with a small shaving brush, swirling in and out between her folds. He seemed to be deliberately caressing her clitoris with the brush head. Torn between indignation and embarrassment Cassie was appalled to find that she was becoming aroused. The heat between her legs was building and she wriggled her bottom subtly against the chair – trying to squirm away from the brush.

“Keep still or you risk being nicked with the razor.” Mistress de Silva said forcibly. “Niall, hold her in position”

The second man who had moved out of her line of vision, stepped forward and placed a hand against each of her inner thighs. He held her legs firmly down and parted.

“Lee, carry on and shave her.”

Cassie lay there helpless. She was pinned to the chair by Mistress de Silva’s eyes and the hands of Niall and Lee. She felt the smooth glide of the razor as it stroked up and down and across her mound, heard the tinkle of water as the razor was rinsed between each stroke. She flushed a deep red when she felt the unseen hands holding open her outer lips as he gently shaved in between and then down around to her anus. God, what a sight she must look from his angle. At the same time, she was acutely aware that she was horny. How was it possible, considering how embarrassed she felt? She was confused, swimming in a sea of sensation. She prayed no one noticed her heightened state of arousal.

Lee brushed against her clitoris when he took a wet cloth to her mound to clean off the last of the soapy lather. Her clitoris jumped to attention and she held herself rigid. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself moaning aloud. She prayed he would soon finish and that she would be able to relax. It felt like every muscle in her body was held tight and she was balancing on the edge of a precipice fighting for control.

Mistress de Silva looked at her and smiled, her eyes alight with devilment. The Mistress saw too much and Cassie closed her eyes against her penetrating stare.

“You need to relax, Cassie,” Mistress de Silva instructed. “Let go of all that tension. Let go of all that control.”

What did she mean? Cassie opened her eyes, to gaze warily at the Mistress.

“You will do better with your lessons this afternoon if you are relaxed. You do want to do well to please your Master don’t you?”

Her lips tightly pursed, Cassie could only nod her head in response. She was concentrating so hard on not giving in to the sensations bombarding her body that she didn’t trust herself to speak aloud.

“Let her come.” Mistress de Silva instructed Niall and Lee.

Shit! Shit! Shit! She hadn’t been expecting that.

Unable to keep quiet any longer Cassie exploded, “No! No, I want to get up now.”

“No you don’t. You want to come. I can see it in your eyes.” Mistress de Silva stroked her hair back behind her ears, her hands gentle as she cupped Cassie’s face.

“Relax Cassie, this is what you need. You will feel a lot better for it – and then we can get on with your instructions as promised.” She smiled at her. “Master Matt is very lucky to have found such a responsive sub.”

She turned and nodded at the others. She held Cassie’s head between her hands and said, “Look at me. Don’t think just feel. If it makes you feel better, pretend it is Master Matt attending to your needs.”

Cassie was torn. Matt had said no one but him would touch her. However, he had left her with the Mistress to be trained. Was this something he had planned? What would he want her to do? She was confused and couldn’t think straight when she was so excited. How could he expect her to make the right decision feeling as she did? Cassie groaned, “I thought sex with anyone other than my Master was against the rules?”

“This isn’t sex, there will be no penile penetration, no kissing, purely massage.” The Mistress smiled, “Master Matt left you with me to take care of you. He trusts me to take care of all your needs, so let me do my job.”

Cassie could hardly breathe. It felt like there were hands everywhere, stroking her breasts and her belly. Hands ran up and down her legs from ankle to thigh, while other fingers gently kneaded and teased around her mound, never quite hitting where she felt the need. She tried desperately not to respond. How could she be so brazen? Last night just the thought of some man other than Matt bringing her to climax had left her distraught. Yet here she was legs spread wide, whilst two strangers deliberately stroked her towards climax. She kept her eyes tightly closed, as she shook her head side to side. This was not going to happen. She refused to give into the sensations flooding her body.

Guilt had her fighting the growing sensation as her climax started to build. Her body was rigid with tension and she fought the need to give in as long as she could, to no avail. Slowly and imperceptibly at first, her hips started to flex, gently rotating toward the unseen fingers, lifting as much as she could towards them. She wanted to touch herself and her fingers clenched and unclenched around the arm of the chair, but with her arms strapped down she couldn’t move. She wanted to scream out her craving. The pressure from the unseen hands was slowly increasing. Fingers crawled nearer and nearer her clitoris. Not near enough, she wanted to cry out in frustration.

“Open your eyes, Cassie. Look at me.”

In response to the firm tone of the Mistress, she opened her eyes to glare at her tormentor. Did the Mistress realize how hard she was finding it to concentrate?

“What do you want, Cassie?” Mistress asked.

“To come, to come now!” she replied. The Mistress nodded.

The unseen fingers stopped their play and became serious. She felt the palm of a hand as it pushed down and cupped her mound, the thumb circling slowly and gently across her clitoris. Thick fingers dipped into her pussy and curled to tickle her G spot. The circling became faster, harder, more intense. She struggled to catch her breath as her breathing became labored and fast.

Oh God, she was going to come. She could no longer control the excitement building within, instead she let go and gave herself up to the pleasure their fingers evoked. She was so close. “Harder, harder….please, oh please,” she heard herself begging. The fingers currently working their magic on her pussy withdrew. Coated in her own juices the unseen fingers rubbed up against her clitoris. The fingers trailed south and spread her cream around the tight pucker of her virginal ass hole. Shit, what the hell was he doing?

“No, not there!” she cried.

Cassie froze. The unseen thumb was still rubbing its way gently around and over her clitoris. Her movements stilled as she tried to assimilate the fact that she was allowing a stranger to play with her ass. She held her breath and tried to clench her butt cheeks tight when she felt the sudden cold plop of lube landing on her ass.

She knew what was coming and voiced her objections. “No! Please, no. Not there.”

Her pleas went unanswered. A fingertip slowly circled her puckered hole, spreading the lube. Little by little the finger was pushed into her, a fraction of an inch and then out again. In again, a little bit deeper, coating her insides with the lubricant. Fingers simultaneously stroked at her clit. The finger at her rear breached her sphincter muscle and she felt a slight burning sensation as her muscle stretched. Determined movements started as she was shafted at the rear by long, slow strokes in and out of her body. A delicious full sensation was taking her over and when the stroking against her clit intensified, she was lost.

Cassie gave into the sensations assailing her body and climaxed, her pussy clenching and unclenching as her orgasmic juices flowed. The finger, still embedded in her back passage started to rotate, to pull in and out gently, prolonging and strengthening her orgasm. Gasping for breath, Cassie slumped back on the chair, deliciously replete and feeling very sleepy. When she could find the strength to open her eyes, both Lee and Niall had vanished and she was unbound with the chair back in a sitting position.

“Right, now that’s out of the way, hop in the shower and we’ll go look at outfits.”

Cassie couldn’t believe how matter of fact Mistress de Silva was being, and seeing her quizzical look the Mistress just laughed and said, “Hurry up, Master Matt will be back before we know it and we still have lots to get through.”

Chapter 8

Cassie found herself back in the original costume room awaiting the return of Mistress de Silva. Surveying herself in the full length mirrors she couldn’t believe how good she looked; dressed only in a floor length toweling robe, her underwear not having been returned to her, her skin and eyes glowed. Her skin was glowing and she felt incredible. She was happy and relaxed. She blew her reflection a kiss. Matt wouldn’t be able resist her when she looked this good.

She had always fancied role-play. She had been quite disappointed that Matt hadn’t been up for indulging her until now. She had even wondered if their relationship would last. She shook her head. Who would have thought that by ‘role-play’ she had meant ‘domination’? Having read romance books with a BDSM theme, she was surprised that she hadn’t recognized that aspect of her sexuality. Matt obviously understood her desires better than she did herself. Until recently she had accepted that even though she managed to orgasm when making love with Matt, the feeling that something was missing was always there, until now she hadn’t known what it was that had been missing.

It was a little bit disconcerting to discover that she liked to be dominated! It was also confusing. She had thought of herself as a strong woman, well able to take care of herself emotionally, physically and financially. Why did the thought of being sexually dominated turn her on so much? Excitement gathered in the pit of her belly. Soon, with the help of the Mistress, she would pick her outfit for the evening. She wanted to choose something sexy, a costume to entice Matt. She wanted something to astound him! She would choose something that would make him all macho and dominant. The mere thought of the evening ahead caused ripples of anticipation and her whole body quivered with need.

Her heightened arousal brought more thoughts of Matt to mind. She had always thought of him as a very desirable and sexy man. Never before had she considered the desire to have him become more macho. No, macho wasn’t the right word. Nervously she twisted her hair between her fingers as she tried to think of the right words to describe exactly what she wanted. She needed him to enforce his maleness and make her feel more feminine. She wanted him to make her feel like his woman. The one woman he would do anything for. She needed him to stake his claim, dominate her physically and mentally, and make her his completely.

Thinking back on everything they had done over the weekend, she realized that Matt was already staking his claim. Euphoria kicked in. Suddenly she was smiling, inside and out, her whole body infused with the joy of discovery. She had revealed her secret desires, and he had not dismissed her cravings. He had gone out of his way to encourage and help her to submit to him. Her excitement climbed as she wondered what else he had planned for her. She couldn’t wait for the evening’s entertainment to begin.

Mistress de Silva returned, “Strip,” she ordered.

Automatically as if she had been a submissive all her life Cassie dropped the robe from her shoulders. Mistress de Silva walked around Cassie slowly, perusing her from all angles.

“The Burlesque night at the Marquis,” she said, “is one of the highlights of the social scene for the BDSM crowd. You need something that will show off your assets, make Master Matt proud to have you at his side. At the same time we want something not too risqué, he wants to show you off not flaunt your body.”

Crossing to the large cupboards, she flung open the doors behind which the rails were filled with corsets and skirts. “As it’s a Victorian theme, I think we can safely go with a Saloon Girl outfit.” She grabbed a corset and skirt from the rails before turning to remove, what looked like, long red pantaloons from a drawer.