JO

JO

My latest submissive experiences her first public exhibition.

Part One

Chapter One

Stepping into the sparsely occupied foyer of the stereotypical Manor house of a well heeled fetish club, approaching the counter, she obediently follows in my footsteps. A full flowing crimson cape encircles her body, the silhouettes of her firm breasts pressed outward against the clinging and nearly translucent chiffon material. Shoulders arched seductively back, her cuffed wrists beneath the cape interlock across her buttocks as we step through several inquisitive onlookers. One foot leading directly in front of the other in her six inch stilettos with each short, measured stride, she remains an obedient distance behind and to the side as her dark eyes remain focused toward the floor.

The pleasantly surprised expression of the host as he hears the rising murmurs, glances up toward me, then toward Jo’s impeccably made up presence is quite understandable; after all, this being her initial visit to the club its his first time seeing her. Me, I’ve been known to bring a submissive or two to the club in the past. As I stop and turn, without as much as a smile I reach out, part the top of her robe fully exposing her almost overly large but naturally firm breasts. Carefully aligning the spreading cloth to curl around the tanned globular mounds allowing the material to drape down, I expose her highly mounted areolas with the firm buds of the slightly darker nipples protruding, jaunting apart as they glisten.

Spreading the edges of the cape further back across her smallish, almost boyish hips, I expose the overall even tan of her otherwise naked body to my old acquaintance behind the desk. Glistening, her flattened stomach gently hollowing beneath her ripe, pendulous melons as her abs ripple with each measured breath, the parted slit between her legs’ exposed beneath her baby smooth, freshly shaven pubic area. The invitingly puffy folds of her labium only partially concealing the nub of her clitoris, the moist encircling flesh appears to twitch while the thigh, calve muscles of her sleek, thoroughbred legs flex as she balances herself in the pair of black, spiked heels.

Watching him watching her, sensing the other’s attention being drawn toward us as they step closer in unison like insects to a campfire, I glance toward her myself, watching the slightest of a twitch of her left breast, even a noticeable jiggle of the nipple with each heart beat. With the obvious attention I must admit to my personal amusement, even arrogance at having total control of such a specimen of beauty and submissiveness to flaunt in front of the members lucky enough to be present for this occasion.

Having her professionally made-up for her presentation, her dark woven hair hanging down, disappearing beneath the cape in a nice tight braid reaching the small of her back, her mascara, eye shadow, her obediently parted ruby lips perfect, I can just imagine the envy in the room, the other’s thoughts of her youthful body being mine for the taking, to do with as I please, as I certainly frequently do.

Casually reaching for the cape’s neck clasp, unfastening the clip, sliding the flowing crimson material back off her arched shoulders, the faded, barely visible remnants of multiple whip marks of over a week ago are exposed in full view of the mounting onlookers. The hushed murmurs overwhelmingly favorable, besides the stilettos, only fixed wrist cuffs; unshackled ankle cuffs and a matching black chocker collar complete her otherwise naked body’s ornamentation. Leisurely folding, laying the robe across the desk, reaching behind her, retrieving a rolled up leader chain from one unclenching hand, a short riding crop from her other, I clasp the chain to the front of her chocker collar. Positioning the tip of the inflexible black crop beneath her chin, tilting her head upward, I teasingly glance around the patrons as I cup a bare breast, tweak her puckering nipple a couple times between my thumbnail and forefinger.

Hearing just a hint of a moan as the tip of my nail disappears into the edge of the hardening nub, catching the briefest of a glance from her darting eyes, flexing my wrist; I allow the end of the crop to flick across just the tip of her other nipple. ‘Thwack!’

Her eyes again darting downward to obediently focus on the floor where she knows they belong, I appreciate the murmurs, the obvious anticipation of the ever mounting group, now including inquisitive others from some adjoining rooms as her reddened nipple jiggles out above her swaying breast. A slow disapproving nodding of my head from side to side as I release the grip on her breast before methodically stepping around her naked form, I allow for the anticipation to build as the crop menacingly flexes back and forth in my other hand. Allowing her to assume the pose she’s been trained to maintain when I display her, her body taut as the loose strands of hair separating from the bottom of the tight braid brushes across the indented dimples just below the small of her back, I lower the crop, guide it past her cupped hands, downward between her butt cheeks. The tapered end disappearing between her thighs as I manipulate, twist the crop to press past her rectum, the leather tip flattens across her clitoris.

Sensing her body quivering, actually her feet tiptoeing even firmer in the stilettos as I lift my wrist, I begin barely sliding my hand back and forth, letting the crop press between her labium, drag her responding clit across its curling tip. Her breasts gently swaying, the hardening nipples jiggling in cadence with the crop’s motion, I watch her expression, her unblinking eyes fixed straight ahead, her lips parted just right in a seductive oval as her fingers display her only movement, tensing, interlocking in her cuffed hands pressing across her buttocks just above the flexing crop.

Again glancing around the circling crowd, eyeing mostly the ladies, determining who I would think would be the harshest, a real bitch, I decide on an obvious Butch type, not yet approaching middle age, actually quite attractive for an obvious Dominatrix. Nodding toward her, slipping the crop from between Jo’s thighs, offering its handle, I slowly turn Jo about a quarter turn with the leader chain to face my choice. The Dom’s appreciative smile in return, her acceptance of the crop as she steps forward; I kneel to a knee, release the end of the dangling chain and tweak Jo’s cuntlips between my thumbs and forefingers exposing the glistening nub of her clit.

Glancing up toward Jo’s widening eyes, with the slightest of a whisper, I order her to spread her legs wider, to thrust her pubic mound outward and arch back. Instantly obeying even as the tip of her tongue presses nervously across her bottom lip, I sense the tremor of her thighs as she again stares toward the floor from between her swaying breasts spreading, flattening toward her armpits.

A practice swipe, another backhand followed by a forehand, I feel the ‘swish’ of the flexing crop just off my fingertips as I position myself, spread the moist folds a little wider. The group circling closer, the Dom positioning herself while visually aligning the crop, I clamp down, nod toward her before glancing back toward the shimmering bare flesh of Jo’s pubic mound.

‘Thwack!’

Oomph! A barely audible moan, Jo’s thighs twitching as the crop’s tip flicks across the exposed nub, my fingers tighten across her stretching flesh as her clit flattens, instantly reddening as it springs outward above the dark slot of her spreading vagina.

Holding her steady in my tight grip, I allow for her to reposition herself back into her semi arch as the chain freely sways from the chocker collar. Watching her breasts again wobble, the areolas shriveling, the nubs of her nipples hardening, again I feel the quivering of her thighs, watch her knees bowing inward as she attempts to keep her balance in the stilettos. Another glance toward the awaiting eyes of the Dom, I spread Jo’s slit wider apart, further exposing the twitching target.

‘Thwack!’

Ooohh! Another muffled moan, Jo’s eyes blinking, her knees practically buckle as a point of one stiletto twists inward against the other. Almost instantly regaining her balance, again gnawing on her lower lip she attempts to obediently spread her feet wider apart regardless of the crisp pain.

Her clit already showing puffiness along with the redness, the moist flesh of her vagina glistening as the dark slit widens, I feel her dampness across my fingertips as I press my fingers, thumbs together, stretch the folds between my nails for a firmer grip. Glancing toward her heaving chest, catching the look of her welling eyes, I allow her a choice as I whisper for her to choose what’s next, tits or cunt.

More then familiar with my set of rules, glancing again toward the floor through her blinking tears, she knows she must make an instant decision or it’s both. Silently bowing her shoulders further back, she forces her breasts to jaunt upward above her arching torso. Her stomach hollowing under her protruding ribcage, her abs rippling as her bellybutton flexes with each breathe, she allows her head to tilt back, her long ponytail dangling as she awaits the crop, her silent choice clear, the next lashing across her globular mounds.

Giving a nod toward the Dom, seeing her appreciative expression returned as she obviously realizes the obedience of such a young submissive must be due to my expertise, she repositions herself, steps toward Jo’s side, aligns herself above the firm targets as I partially release my grip on her vagina, tug back on the leader chain with a freed hand.

‘Thwack!’

Oomph!

Holding her tight by her stretching cuntlips with one hand, bowing her further back with the other, watching the crop flatten into her left breast, sink into the areola, I’m pleased at the muffled response of my young slave. Being the compassionate type, I allow moans, even an occasional grunt if the punishment’s harsh enough to warrant it. And, I believe a well placed willowy riding crop burrowing into her upraised bare nipple deserves that leniency, especially on such a firm, youthful tit.

‘Thwack!’

Aaaggghh!... Ohh!

A quick second flick of the crop, the suddenness even surprising me, Jo’s unexpected grunts are even louder, this time almost unacceptable. Then again, it was somewhat of a surprise, not in the time frame expected. Glancing toward the crop, toward the Dom’s shrug of an expression, maybe she flogs both breasts in close order during her discipline sessions I think to myself. Oh, well. Again glancing toward Jo’s swaying breasts, fresh red welts crisscrossing the flattened nipples; I tug back on the stretching chain, whisper toward her ear any other outburst would be unacceptable and embarrassing to me in front of our audience. Catching a blink of her moist eye and just a hint of a nod, I watch her body arch obediently outward as I hold the chain taut. A nod toward the Dom, watching her resume, I listen to the rhythmic, exhilarating swishing of the crop.

Thwack!... Thwack!...... Thwack!.... Thwack!

Breasts flattening, bouncing, nipples stretching as the crop glances off one firm mound to the other, the red stripes instantly crisscross the tanned flesh as Jo’s arched body quivers under the backhand’s, forehands of the Dominatrix getting into stride.

Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!....................Thwack!

The last flurry just over the top with each lashing, I can appreciate the expertise of the crop curling downward as I tug Jo’s chocker collar further back with the flexing chain, the leather tip embedding itself into a puckered nipple, momentarily disappearing into the dark oval as the titflesh bounces, spreads beside the other mound awaiting its turn only to be flattened also, to bounce as the leather crop’s crisscrossed, swished back and forth. And, like instructed, Jo’s grunts are almost negligible, to her credit.

The raising welts beginning to overlap one another across her heaving chest, the circular image of the front of her ribcage protruding from her hollowing stomach as her glistening body arches back, trembles, I glance toward the Dominatrix, give a nod. Standing, allowing Jo to straighten, to collect her balance, the fresh pattern of welts across her bare breasts glisten as perspiration beads across her nude flesh. Her lips remaining parted, her nostrils flaring as she rasps for breathe, her face shimmers, her makeup still mostly intact as she quietly stares straight ahead.

The silence overwhelming with the onlookers obviously enthralled with the exhibition, myself admittedly into the moment, enjoying the knowledge that I’m also the center of their envy, the possessor of such an exotic young woman, I teasingly cup her quivering mounds, gently massage the moist, welted flesh. Melding, kneading one breast, the other, letting the naked titflesh bulge between my fingertips, I glance into Jo’s eyes, nod down toward my trousers, ready to give the group an added dimension of my submissive girl’s talents.

Helping her kneel by cupping both breasts to guide her as she almost squats on her spreading knees, she leans forward, tugs at my zipper with her teeth. Still cupping her breasts I stand almost rigid as she tilts her head, jerks, manipulates the fly open with her mouth. Using her tongue, her lips, twisting her head back and forth, she releases my cock, tugs the swollen crown into the open. Spreading her lips, sliding her head forward, she begins to engulf my bare shaft, gurgles as her neck cranes, her mouth stretching into an oval as her fists clasp tightly behind her back.

My cock being on the large size, no brag intended, just something else for the onlookers to envy, her neck cranes back and forth as she works her yawning lips toward my crotch. Each gulp another inch or so as she presses her face forward, I release a breast and grip her braided hair, twisting it tightly in my fist. Feeling her tongue flicking, lapping as she sucks, her lips stretching at my foreskin, the swelling crown of my shaft burrowing past her tonsils, down her throat, I release her other breast, feel them bounce, slap across my thighs as her body continues to lurch in front of me.

Beginning to slowly rock with the motion, thrusting my hips forward, I feel my scrotum slapping back and forth across her chin, my cock throbbing, pulsing as she grunts, gasps for air through her flailing nostrils as her eyes remain obediently open, staring toward my glistening shaft, anticipating the spurts of my cum across her face, in her mouth.

Gripping her hair, flattening my palm across the back of her head, pressing her face against me, I feel the rush, the deep churning inside as my knees quiver. Responding to my reactions, sucking harder, working her tongue as much as possible, her mouth engulfs my pulsing shaft, her grunts, gurgles proof of my cum squirting down her throat as her naked body twitches, twists in front of me.

Sucking, stroking, her head bobbing in my gripping hands, she drains my secretions until I’m dry. A moan from her stretched mouth, her muffled grunt, I lean back, allow my now semi-erect cock to slide slowly back from her clamped lips. The head of my shaft plopping free, the suction of gasping air from deep in her burning lungs escapes her throat as her head jerks back in my cupped hands, a sliver of cum drooling from my cock to her lower lip. Quickly lapping, sucking the strand inward, she glances upwards, the tip of her tongue gliding a complete circle around her still parted lips, her unblinking eyes pleading for approval.

Reaching down, covering myself, zipping my zipper, I grip her by her breasts; guide her back to her feet allowing her the pleasure of an approving nod. Turning toward the counter, I retrieve and unfold the cape. Fastening its snap around her neck, spreading the material shut across her naked body, I turn toward the Dominatrix for the return of the crop. The leader chain dangling from the collar, gripping its end in my free hand, a nod toward the host and I allow Jo to follow me out from the foyer through the parting crowd. A ride home in our waiting limo, we have the rest of the evening alone to celebrate her twenty-first birthday together.

End Part One