Page 13 of Hard Limits

Smiling, I released her, and she followed my eyes back to the stage. She stood there, hypnotized as we all were by Mistress Alondrea. She taunted the audience while she teased her slave. Slowly, the two spotters on her side helped her up on a step so that she was standing on the bench, her sharp heels on either side of his hips.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Ladon. Touching yourself when your Mistress forbade it.” Taking her heel, she pressed it down on a butt cheek making him grunt in a cross between pleasure and pain.

Meanwhile, between my legs, my sultry vixen was leaning against me as my hands travelled beneath her tank top, roaming along her bare skin. Her breath hitched, yet her eyes kept focused on the stage.

“Do you enjoy touching yourself too, Princess?”

She bit down on her lip before pulling away, but I held her tight, gripping her hips between my thigh. I combed her hair with my fingers, pulling it into a ponytail and forcing her head to the side and back against my shoulder. Her lips were near my mouth, and I gently teased her.

“I bet you do. I bet you like running your fingers down that slick pussy of yours.”

“I hate you,” she breathed as my fingers played along her soaked panties.

“That’s good sweetheart. That means you’ll fight me, and I sure do love when you fight.”

“I won’t ever give you that satisfaction.”

I grinned against her lips, dragging my tongue along her bottom lip. Her breaths came out in angry little puffs as my finger slid her panties to the side, slowly outlining her lips. Up on the stage, Mistress Alondrea was having her own torture session.

“Watch,” I whispered to her as I slid my arms around her, securing her against me. I didn’t miss her needy whimper as I pulled my hand away from her core, I simply ignored it.

The Mistress crouched down over the man, sitting her pretty ass down on his back. Taking the torch, she swiped it along his ass cheeks, gently swiping away the heat with the palm of her hand. He grunted and humped at the table while he received his punishment. She leaned over, her form, panther like as she stretched out on him. He yelled out as she passed the flames along the bottoms of his feet.

“What happens when you disobey your Mistress, Ladon?”

He jolted against his restrains as she swept the torch up his calves, singeing any hair she found.

“You get punished!”

“Good, boy.”

She continued to torture him with her fire play. Singeing the back of his calves and feet. The men soon came and helped her down while she leisurely stepped over the man she had tied down and helpless. Like a surgeon, she was handed the cane. Aracely’s hands gripped my thighs and her body tensed.

“Punishment is for those who need to be reminded that rules are set in place for a reason. Sometimes for their own safety,” I whispered as I stroked her arms, easing her tension.

“Count!” Alondrea’s voice cut through as the whoosh of the cane sliced through the air.

“One!” He screamed as he jolted on that table.

“Twooooo,” he fought the cuffs.

“Thre…” his voice broke as the cane cut through the middle of his arch.

She issued a session of five strong swipes. Her breasts heaved from the exertion and the audience received a glimpse of their Mistress in pure heat. Dropping the cane, she moved toward him, undoing his cuffs, cooing at him as she did so. She gently undid the cuffs at his ankles, massaging his feet and calves, soothing him.

“Up,” she whispered softly, and I could see he was shaking as he tumbled to his knees before her. She stroked him gently, his head, his shoulders, his hand running across the hard length of his cock, and I wondered if I’d ever feel that tender touch from the woman who stood in my arms. I held her towards me, my nose nuzzled against her neck.

Alondrea looked out at the crowd. “Tell them how you feel.”

“Loved,” he whispered as she kissed his cheek.

“Tell them why.”

“Because I’m loved by you, Mistress.”

She smiled and leaned in, kissing him softly. “Come, now.”

Taking him by the leash, she led him off the stage and the lights dimmed and flickered back on after a few minutes. Several people milled around after the show, a few involved in their own orgasmic bliss. Me, I was happy just holding her. Her body shifted against me and I turned her. Her eyes met mine, a soft look on her face.

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