The auditorium lights lowered; two spot lights focused all attention on her. As he appeared to the left of stage, a third spotlight traced his pathway, and the audience applauded politely.
As he raised his hand there was silence.
He stood behind her: She readied herself to be his instrument, the tool for his music and everyone’s satisfaction.
In chains, awaiting his training session.
His tongue licks and the edging begins in earnest, first feathers, then strokes to her swollen needy pussy, with the leather crop.
Squirming.
Gagged.
Waiting.
He waits, both for her and the audience
“Now, cum.”
