We shall attend the Carnival Ball in full Venetian regalia. Sir will be wearing a light tuxedo with a simple half mask. I shall wear a sixteenth-century-style dress with a full Venetian mask. No part of my body, aside from heavily made up eyes, will be visible for the entire night.
To be sure the mask would be comfortable, Sir had it custom made to exactly fit my features. It sits so close to my face that once tied into place, I will not be able to move my chin enough to speak a single word.
Beneath the gown, though, will be constant reminders that I am to mind my manners. That I am, in fact, his. He has also assured me that we will stay at the ball no more than five hours.
Tonight will be a challenge, one that I look forward to.
In order to properly fit into the dress, I also must wear an underbreast corset which Sir made sure was laced good and tight. He laced me into it two hours before we left. After the initial lacing, he bent me over the table and fucked me. He allowed me to come even! Once he emptied himself inside of me, I did as I have been trained and sank to my knees, mouth open, ready to worship his cock until I’d cleaned every drop of cum from his flesh.
As I did this, he said, “By the time I’m finished tightening your laces every thirty minutes, you won’t be able to bend at the waist at all, Carmi, only from your hips. You’ll like that, won’t you?”
I looked up at him and nodded eagerly. I WOULD like that. Tight lacing always made me feel like he was hugging me. He smiled down at me, ran a hand down my cheek, and stepped away from my mouth. I pouted. He laughed.
Sir, as always, was true to his word. By the time he finished pulling my laces tightly together four more times, I could not bend at the waist, only at the hips.
Pleased with this, he had me place my hands on the wall, feet about two feet out and spread wide. He used a cane on my bottom – one stripe for every hour we would be there. Each one was hard and fast, leaving a welt of fire across my ass and a molten heat inside my body.
He then ran his finger through my slit and laughed, finding me dripping wet. He finger fucked me until I came, screaming his name.
As he dropped the voluminous skirt over the hoops and petticoats, he warned me about the lecherous men who would be there, about how it was not unusual for an unscrupulous man and a horny, desperate woman to sneak away and enjoy a quick fuck. Under no circumstance, he warned, would I be allowed such liberties, even though it was the Carnival season.
To ensure my respect of his rule, he first inserted two metal plugs into a chastity belt. I begged him, promised that I would never consider such a thing. I would never, could never betray him. I HATED being in chastity, and with the plugs, one for each hole, I’d never be able to think about anything other than my lady parts!
He just smiled and said that this was insurance, not only for my protection but also to make sure that I’d stay wet the entire night. He ordered me to hold up my skirts. I did, but argued with him while he locked me into the device, but I couldn’t deny what he said was true. As soon as the heavily lubed dual plugs pushed into each of my holes, honey escaped around the plug in my puss, coating my thighs.
Then, to my surprise, he put clips on my already hard nipples. These, he said, I would wear while he dressed. That way my nipples would be tender all evening and as such, they would stand out beautifully. While he dressed, I was to arrange my hair beneath my headdress and put on my mask. When he finished, he pulled off the clips. I moaned, but the mask prevented me from crying out.
He put slippers on my feet, added the bodice which barely covered my swollen, red nipples, and escorted me from the house.
We walked a short distance to the ball. People stared, but in awe, not surprise. Everyone knew that tonight was Carnival and we made quite the proper looking couple. I stood tall and proud, not that the corset would allow for anything else, but I was, in fact, quite proud to be walking beside Sir. I would, he told me, dance with whomever asked me, but I would not leave the ballroom or engage with anyone other than dancing. The mask fitted precisely to my face would prevent me from speaking as well.
Five hours later, my feet were killing me, sweat was running between my breasts, and my thighs were drenched from the juices that were leaking from my filled hole. Sir took me by the arm and we made our goodbyes. Finally, we were on our way home. All I could think of was his cock inside of me.
“Did you have fun?”
I nodded.
“Are your feet sore?”
I nodded.
“Do you nipples still tingle?”
I thought a minute and shook my head.
“I’ll take care of that when we get home. Can you still feel the kiss of my cane?”
I nodded.
“Are you desperate to be fucked?”
I nodded and nodded and nodded.
He laughed as he unlocked the door to our home.
He helped me remove the bodice. Before going further, he again clamped my nipples. I moaned with delight. He then loosened and removed my corset. I breathed deeply.
“Undress me,” he ordered.
Eagerly and quickly, I obeyed.
“Lift your skirts.”
I did so. He unbuckled my chastity belt and slowly removed the plugs and the belt. I shuttered, moaned again, and felt the tide building inside of me.
“You’ve drenched yourself, wench. Naughty thing. Bend over the bed. Yes, like that. Now feet wide apart. Keep your skirts around your waist.”
And his hand came down. Hard. Across the fading five welts left from his cane. Over and over again, he spanked me until the building tide crashed, and I collapsed onto the bed, quivering with pleasure, desperately needing him inside of me, unable still to speak.
He flipped me over, lifting my ankles to his shoulders, and plunged his cock, balls deep, inside of me. I clawed the sheets beneath me as vibrant colors flashed before my closed eyes. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but eventually, I felt the hot stream of his cum searing my tunnel.
“Turn your head, love,” he murmured.
I did and he untied my mask. I began to babble, thanking him, telling him how much I loved him.
“Shhh. I know. I know,” he crooned.
I couldn’t stand it. His gentleness. His kindness. I crawled away from him enough to slide to the floor. I sat in a puddle of cum and billowing skirts.
I took his dripping, cum coated cock into my mouth and gently cradled his balls. I sucked him clean then licked and kissed his balls, his thighs, his calves, his feet.
He bent to help me stand and remove the rest of my clothing.
Later, cuddled next to him in bed, he asked, “So, was tonight everything you expected.”
“Oh no, Sir, it wasn’t. It was so much more than I ever could have imagined!”
