(co-written with @yaazooo)
Over the past few months, he has come to trust me…my strong, burly man. He has been a dedicated Sub…obedient and wanting to explore more and more. He has opened up to my combinations of pain and pleasure. The rewards I provide would make most men blush but he is willing and open to let me show him the pleasure my hands, tongue and toys can bring to his body, every inch.
I thought I had maybe pushed him beyond his comfort when I introduced him the pleasures of public exposure could bring. The gathering at my former Mistresses home would be a test…a test for both of us. She was the epitome of a Mistress that I worked hard to please and eventually learned from. She would bring me to the point of ecstasy through a combination of bondage and light pain, only letting me cum when she was ready to let me explode into a deserved release. It was usually on condition that she could lick me clean, lingering over my aching clit and drenched lips. She would make sure to dig her nails into my ass cheeks, red from the leather strap she had used on my pink skin only minutes earlier.

Preparing to expose my muse to my ‘friends’ for the first time, I selected an outfit that would highlight the firmness of his abs and his thick, beautiful cock. I could barely contain my excitement, or the sudden urge I had to satiate the aching throb in my cunt as I saw him walk up to my doorstep. His ass was my favorite part of his toned physique…his cock was amazing but his perfectly toned ass was exquisite. I couldn’t help be get a hard slap in partly to remind him he was mine but also since the feel against my palm sent an electric current from my tummy up to my nipples. The visible growing hardness of his member gave away his pleasures as well.

He obediently put on the pair of sheer bottoms and mask, leaving his toned chest and six-pack exposed. Nothing was complete until I attached my lead to his collar that he had worn since our first experience together. I was looking forward to flaunting his superb body and gorgeous cock to my friends, including my former Mistress. I hoped my selection pleased her.

As I returned to the foyer, dressed in my Angelic Escada Couture black silk gown. I could feel his eyes on me as I came down the stares…I let me self descend slowly feeling my hard nipples pop against the silk as my plump tits bounced. I hoped that this would calm his nerves that I expected he might have once he was what he was to wear for the evening. His now hard cock indicated that I was correct and my dress was a good choice. I gave him a crooked smile and threw him a trench coat.

I could feel his nervousness radiate from him body as we pulled up to the house. It became even more apparent as we walked in and he looked around at those that were in attendance. To his behalf, it was a room filled with fit, tight and firm bodies. Women who have mastered the art of seductive discourse and men who were huge like gods. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he relaxed and fit in as his cock was nothing less than magnificent and his ass was like rock covered in soft skin.

I loved how the others were drinking in my beautiful specimen. I watched them run their eyes over his body, stopping to look at his semi-hard shaft – he hung his head slightly, so bashful he was. My former Mistress approached to welcome us into her home and immediately the electricity ran from my nipples to my pussy – she was as magnificent as ever. As she leaned in to kiss me hello, I felt her hand brush my visibly erect nipple, she still held my will. I introduced her to my ‘partner’ with a wave. Being as bold as she was, she easily ran her hand down his muscled stomach and stroked his member, which reacted immediately.

Smack.

“You are here for my pleasure and no one else’s.”

Re-exerting her presence, my former Mistress laughed and pointed us to the array of wines and spirits.

As we enjoyed our wine, I noticed that he was becoming more comfortable with his exposed body. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he would be touched and fondled by men and women alike. Although I was infuriated that he would take such bold moves when he knew that this was not his role, I could feel the heat begin to emanate from my crotch as I watched gorgeous men stroke his firm buttocks. I began to wonder how he would react to feeling a man’s tongue and hands please him, as my have some many times before. I closed my eyes slightly as I imagined his toned, buff body taking on the weight of a man of similar build as he was taken from behind, or brought to knees as a male mouth encircle his cock, teasing and sucking him till he exploded…

As we were in the car, I was reminded of how he had enjoyed his mauling by both men and women but I think that it was the teasing of female beauties that brought him to almost full erection. It was the enjoyment that led him to turn away from me as I would lean in to speak to him. The point where it crossed my comfort zone was when it I brushed my Mistress’ hand as I went to caress the cock that was bound to my life.

As we returned to our own place of pleasures and play, I knew that the mood felt off, I felt anger – something that I had rarely felt. I was mixed with feelings of jealousy and embarrassment of having seen my former lover – my former Mistress – and yet the man that was my current lover was being enjoyed by all partygoers but me. As I released myself upon his back and legs, his moans of pleasure were muffled by the hints of pain. I was snapped back to my surroundings as I saw the slightest trickle of crimson flow from his back – I had lost my grip on the crop and hit him at the wrong angle with the wrong intention.

Immediately, he was released and I held him. I let my feeling flow. I was no longer the woman in the black leather, I was a woman exposed. In an effort of futility, he attempted to own my poor judgment upon himself. My silly cowboy, kind and gentle.

For the first time since we had met months ago, we made love. We were bodies intertwined, hands moving freely, touching and teasing each other as lover do. My tongue gently and freely traveled along his ass cheek till I found the spot that brought his cock to full attention. As I flicked his darkest treasure with the tip of my tongue, a hand stroked his pulsating shaft as the other cupped and squeezed his balls. He moaned and opened wide allowing me to fully explore as I had wanted to badly to do.
He was attuned to my movements and moans, easily flipping me onto my back and burying his face into my cunt. I could feel the flat of his tongue run up my slit from my ass to my clit, stopping only to flick the now hard nubbin. I let myself orgasm freely, flowing along his lips as he drank me in. Hours and hours this went on till we were delirious from the smells of cum and sweat….
In the early hours, I fell asleep in his arms listening to the beat of the heart that was deep in his chest. I never felt him rise from the bed and bind my limbs to the posts. When I let my eyes open, no longer able to fight the need for coffee, I found myself unable to move. There he sat, smirking with a playful mouth….sigh….I was done for and ready for more!