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“Yes, Master James.” Beth wasn’t sure where this was going, but she snuck a glance at his semi-flaccid cock, which he hadn’t
tucked back into his pants.
“So you’re going to do precisely that, while we watch all these other people play, and you’re going to do it all with that chastity
belt on, knowing that the one thing you need you can’t get.”
Beth couldn’t stop the small growl that escaped her.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, Master James.” She bit off each word.
He tipped her chin up, and whatever he saw in her face made him grin. The jerk. Easy for him to smile when he’d gotten to
come. Then again, she had come three times today.
“If you’re a good girl I might be willing to give you some stimulation.” His fingers kneaded her ass, then followed the path of the
chains, stroking over her puckered anus, which Beth realized for the first time was protected only by the chain, not the metal
plate.
“If I beg...you will fuck my ass?”
“Oh no, you haven’t earned that. If you beg, I’ll have someone else put a plug in that pretty bottom.”
Beth shuddered as a wave of desire washed over her. She dropped her head, taking deep breaths as she tried to bring herself
under control.
Master James gathered her hair in his hand, then urged her to lower her upper body. He shifted to a more reclined position so
she could lay her cheek against his lower abdomen, allowing her to see what was going on in the courtyard.
Without any further prompting, Beth used one hand to flip his cock up, sucking the soft head into her mouth where she could
“worship” it.
The Dom on the stage was in the middle of some complex rope bondage that included creating a cradle for the head of a large
Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator, which he bound tightly to the sub’s pussy. When the ropes were in place, the Dom flicked the
vibrator on. The sub, helplessly suspended in rope, her legs bent, knees held open by a spreader bar, could only gasp and moan
as the vibrator worked on her clit. The woman’s thrashing made her sway slightly from side to side, and even from a distance

Beth could see her muscles bunching under her skin as she strained against the ropes. When she screamed through the first
orgasm, Beth sucked harder on Master James’s rapidly stiffening cock. When she sobbed through a second orgasm, Beth
sucked and nipped the length of his shaft.
When the sub begged to have the vibrator turned off and her master instead started gently spanking her, Master James was fully
hard, and Beth bobbed her head up and down on his cock.
The act of servicing him this way, of being bound and controlled while pleasuring her Master, was arousing in a way Beth hadn’t
known, though on paper it was similar to many other situations she’d been in. She’d sucked and licked her share of cocks and
pussies, but had never been so stimulated by the act—never seen it as a something that could or would stimulate her. She
wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted to feel his hardness against her tongue, invading her throat.
When the well-pleasured sub was lowered to the stage and the ropes quickly cut away, Beth was not surprised that the woman
crawled to her Master and ripped at his pants, devouring his cock.
Master James forced her mouth off, and Beth stared at the hard length of his dick, which was wet with her spit.
“Did you enjoy watching that?”
“Yes, oh yes.” Beth started to lower her mouth once more, but Master James kept her head up with a firm hold on her chin.
“I think I’d like to see you like that, though I’m not a rope expert. Would you like to be bound and forced to orgasm?”
“Oh yes.” Without the stimulation of his cock in her mouth Beth was itchy with need. She shifted as much as she could, trying to
make the chastity belt press against her pussy.
“What do you want, Beth?”
“You, Master James.”
There was a moment of stillness, as if she’d surprised him, then he released her chin. “Remember what I offered you if you
begged.”
Beth paused, open mouth an inch away from his cock. Looking up she wondered if this was a test, if there was a wrong answer.
What would a good sub do?
“No, Beth, don’t think about it, trust me. I gave you a choice, an opportunity. I’m simply reminding you.”

“I want to keep sucking your cock.”
“Good, because I enjoy having your mouth on me.”
“I would also like to have a plug.”
“Why?”
Wasn’t it enough that she wanted it? Did she have to explain everything?
“Why, Beth?”
“Because I want more. Serving a Master should be enough for a good sub, but it’s not.” Her stomach clenched with a feeling she
could only describe as disloyalty, yet the honesty felt good. “Every time I come, I just want something else.”
“Of course. Your sub isn’t satisfied yet.” His thumb stroked her lower lip. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want to kneel here and suck your cock with a plug in my ass. I want you to touch me and use me and abuse me until this need
goes away.”
Their gazes met, and something powerful passed between them.
Master James slid out from under her. Beth dropped her forehead to the seat cushion, looking up when she heard footsteps she
knew were his.
Dangling from his right hand was a long silver plug with a flared base.
“I’m not willing to let anyone else play with your ass before I do.”
He stepped up to the arm of the chair, and Beth twisted to watch him. He coated the tip of the plug with lube, then turned his
attention to her ass.
Pulling the globes of her ass apart he tugged the chains to the side. They were already tight and the added tension pressed the
chastity belt hard against her pussy, hard enough that Beth felt her pussy lips throb against the unforgiving metal.
One slick finger rubbed against her anus.
“Relax,” he demanded, burying the tip of his finger inside her. Beth moaned in pleasure at the penetration.

“Can you come from anal stimulation alone?”
“No, Master James.” The answer was automatic, but then again, her body had responded to him in ways it had never responded
to anyone before. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
Something cold pressed against her rear entrance, and for a second she tensed before reminding herself to relax. The tip of the
plug slid in.
Master James applied steady pressure, forcing her body to open, forcing her to accept the penetration. As her sensitive anus
was stimulated, Beth started to breathe hard, something coiling tight inside her.
“Are you going to come, Beth?”
She couldn’t answer, only shake her head, not denying it, but telling him she didn’t know.
The plug sank in, her body closing around the narrow neck.
Master James carefully moved the chains back into place so they were now holding the plug in place.
Beth turned to look at him, the small movement making the plug shift inside her. Master James returned to his seat, and without
a word forced her head onto his rock-hard shaft. He was thicker than he had been a moment ago, a testament to the fact that
plugging her ass had been stimulating for him too.
Beth devoured his cock, swallowing as she took him deeper than she had before, the head of his cock filling her throat. She
wanted it deep, needed to be overwhelmed by sensation.
Master James unfastened the belt from around her thigh. “Rock your hips back and forth while you suck me.”
He had to help her find the rhythm, but soon Beth was rocking forward and back, as if meeting the thrusts of someone fucking
her from behind, but there was no one there. Only the endless frustrating pressure of the chastity belt and the shifting of the plug
within her. Her thighs smacking against the arm of the chair, her shoulder bumping against his chest. Beth moaned in frustration
around his cock. Her nail dug into his leg, her brow furrowing.
She needed something more, just one more thing to push her over the edge, over an edge she didn’t understand.

Master James’s breathing was heavy, and one hand dropped to her head, taking control of the blowjob.
“I’m going to come,” he panted. “I want you to come too.”
It wasn’t going to be enough. There was no direct stimulation, the plug held so tightly in place by the belt that its movement
inside her was minimal.
The crack of leather striking skin took her by surprise, the sound registering before the flare of pain. Beth gasped and nearly
choked as she realized he was spanking her with his belt. The second blow landed and distracted her, pushing her further from
the precipice of orgasm, but the third blow brought all her arousal and need flaring back to life.
Master James’s cock twitched in her mouth, his hand fisted her hair, and more punishing blows landed on her ass. His doubled-
over belt smacked her ass in hard, sharp blows. It hurt. It made her pussy throb.
The orgasm ripped through her, a soul-shaking wave of pleasure without the sharp peaks of ecstasy she was used to. Master
James forced her head down until her nose touched his pelvis. Come filled her throat as Master James came, the sensation
causing a fresh wave of pleasure to rumble through her. She swallowed around the head of his cock.
Spots swam behind her closed eyelids, and Beth realized she needed to take a breath. His hand fell from her hair and she pulled
back, sucking in air through her nose, the tip of his cock still in her mouth.
Her own labored breathing was mirrored by Master James’s.
Exhausted, Beth’s shaking elbows couldn’t hold her up any longer. Letting his cock slip from her mouth, she collapsed on her
side, knees curled up in a fetal position, her head on Master James’s thigh. His hand stroked her hair back from her sweaty face.
Beth’s body continued to hum and throb, but she finally felt content, despite, or maybe because of, the plug and chastity belt,
which were still in place.
She closed her eyes, safe and satisfied, cradled against her Master.