Page 44 of Various Intentions
“If you say the magic word.”
“Please, Mistress.S’y vous plait, Maitresse.”
“Oui, vous pouvez.” Mistress Slade winked at us, then took her attention back to Jamie. “Yes, you may.”
The procedure was repeated many times to the delight of the group and to the enjoyment of Jamie, who seemed to love being humiliated in public and became more and more agitated and aroused as the event progressed. Finally, Mistress Slade settled the toy inside her boy and had him turn around to face us. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks were flushed bright red—with embarrassment or desire, I wasn’t sure. Probably plenty of both.
“Bon. Ouvre tes yeux. Open your eyes. If you can keep them open, Jamie, I will set you free and allow you to orgasm.”
Immediately, Jamie’s eyes flashed wide. They rested on an object in the distance as Mistress Slade produced a key and removed the cage from the young man’s genitals.
“Oh, hello,” I said, licking my lips. Vincent was hypnotized by what was happening and I had to release his hand because it had become so sweaty and hot. Mistress Slade removed her kid gloves and took her slave’s penis in her bare hand, teasing him with ease to a full erection and crooning indignities in a soft, smoky voice.
“I like to fuck you with the toy in front of so many people. You are such a lovely object to play with. Your little cock is such a delight to tease.”
By now, Jamie was struggling. I didn’t know how long he’d been caged, but by the looks of him, it must have been a good while. He appeared ready to burst out of his skin as his mistress fondled his cock and balls.
“Do you want to have an orgasm? Hmm? Do you want Mistress Slade to make you come in front of all these people?”
“Yes, Mistress. Please,Maitresse! S’y vous plait! Je besoin de venir…”
“Very well. Come when you like. But if it’s not in the next couple of seconds I will need to move along. There are other boys waiting their turn.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Jamie panted, as she began a focused jerking of his cock that caused him to emit the most delicious sounds of pleasure. Every time his eyes fell closed, Mistress Slade said “Ouvert!” in a forceful tone, and Jamie obeyed—until with a loud cry, he shuddered and spurted streams of jizz over the floor while the audience watched with avid fascination.
I brought my hands together in one loud clap. Mistress Slade gave me a small bow as the crowd took up the applause, and Jamie suffered the aftershocks of an intense orgasm.
“Well, that was…” Vincent murmured.
“Exceptional,” I finished.
“Delicious,” Matteo agreed.
I grinned at him. “Ready to be put on display?”
Matteo cleared his throat. “Now?”
“Yes, now. What’s the problem?”
“I’m…hard.”
“All the better.”
I grinned at him as Mistress Slade had Jamie tidy up the mess he’d made and the observers exited the curtained space to move onto the next spectacle. “Why don’t you take off your clothes here while I introduce myself to the Mistress. Vincent, gather Matteo’s things and we’ll have them checked with our coats.”
“Of course, Sir,” Vincent said, his voice catching. He’d been affected by Jamie and Mistress Slade, I could tell.
I walked over to the intimidating Domme. Her delicate fingers cupped Jamie’s clean-shaven jaw as she whispered to him and held his gaze. He nodded and smiled. Then she smiled and kissed him with astonishing gentleness.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” I said, “but I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed the performance.”
Mistress Slade slid her dark gaze to me while Jamie fluttered his eyelashes, not daring to look at me directly.
“Thank you so much. You are?”
“Nic Walker,” I said, holding out my hand. “I’m a friend of Daphne’s.”
“Oui, je sais. I know. I’ve heard so much about you. It’s wonderful to finally meet you.”
