Bringing Sexy Back
My friend was getting married. She is part of My Coven, and as much as We teased her about giving into Conformity, We were not able to change her mind. I, personally, feel that marriage is an institution that's no longer necessary so I doubled My efforts to get My friend to reconsider. My friend would hear none of it, and insisted on pulling out all the stops. Her Mother wanted to give her the Moon, and My friend was more than happy to let her.
Since she craved all the conventions, the Coven decided to throw Our friend a bachelorette party at the local, Adult BDSM Club. The owner of the club was known to have sexy, vampire good looks that drove women wild, and I heard that he is submissive. Most of the tourist ladies were looking for a hot Dom to one-night-stand with and he did not wear that Hat. On the other hand, he sounded perfect for Me so I pulled the Dominatrix card and claimed him upfront. I told the other Witches in My group that the club owner would be Mine.
We got dressed up in Our best leather and headed to the club in Our rented limousine. I was excited to introduce My Witches to the BDSM scene. We had booked a room in the VIP section and I was glad to note that the Champagne was already chilled and waiting. I popped the cork, poured Myself a glass, and surveyed the dance floor. I laughed at the fetish wannabes doing their best television, BDSM character impersonations. Couples, all dressed in black, were grinding together with a public sex kind of vibe. I tuned out the pounding dance music, as I searched for one, particular heartbeat.
I used My mental telepathy and My Magical hearing to locate him in the crowd. I spotted him in seconds. His eyes met Mine and his pulse went haywire, indicating his interest. I liked what I saw too. The rumors of his beauty had not done him justice. His dark hair gleamed, setting off his pale skin. I longed to pull him by those luscious locks. I silently called him to Me. Suddenly he was there, kneeling before Me. He stood and I led him to the dance floor, so we could lose ourselves in the mass of bodies.
He melted against Me as I ran My fingers down his chest. I popped the buttons of his shirt so I could feel his skin against Mine. I whispered in his ear and compelled him into the nearest playroom. A beautiful mahogany Saint Andrews Cross took main stage in the center of the room. I ripped away his clothes and bound him to it, with his back facing Me. I put him on display for anyone to see. The room was equipped with many lovely whips and I grabbed a crimson flogger to begin My Domination. Twenty lashes to his ass had him moaning for More. I pinched his pretty bottom, giving him a moment to recover then wound up for another twenty across his back. He inhaled deeply, absorbing My punishment.
I reached between his legs and found his cock. It was already hard to the touch, stretching to a thick, nine-inch nail. I wanted it in Me so I freed him from the cross and tossed him to the floor. First I needed him to Worship My pussy so I told him to lick My clit. He dove in, sucking and slurping, perfect pussy worshiping. I came on his face then I sat on his dick. I circled his throat with My hands while he succumbed to My demands. Soon we drew a crowd, their cheers and shouts drove us on. We mated wildly while they watched, empowered by their searing stares.
I bounced on his crotch, sky-rocketing to orgasm. I fell against him and stroked his head. We got to our feet and danced naked as we moved through the throng of people. They were fucking too, so no one noticed as we rushed to his office to repeat the process in private. He wore My marks of ownership and pledged himself to Me. I didn't ask his name. I didn't care what it was. I knew where to find him and how to bring him to Me. I would never set him free
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