She turns her head slightly in the direction of his voice but she can’t find him in the dim perimeter of the room, so she listens carefully, trying to identify the sounds. Somewhere to her left, she hears what she thinks is the shuffling of feet and then to her right she hears a metallic sound – almost a squeak, and in her heightened state, she can’t identify that sound either. After only a moment, he’s beside her, his body bare from the waist up and holding a peacock feather in one hand. He lays something on the table by her left foot, and then walks around to her head, leans down, and kisses her moist lips. Then whispering softly in her ear, he says ‘all you have to say is STOP, my darling’ and the evening will end.’ She smiles into his eyes and whispers ‘thank you, my love.’
And with that, he lightly brushes her face with the tip of the feather, causing her to grin and wriggle her nose. As the feather passes down her throat to her breasts, she draws in a quick breath as she feels her nipples become rigid. Lifting her head a little, she watches the path of the feather as it moves from one nipple to the other, making them ache for more. Then the feather travels down her tummy to her hips, dusting them for a moment before moving down to her perfectly rounded mound. Laying her head back, she moans softly as she closes her eyes, feeling nothing but the wispiness of the feather tracing her skin. Down each leg and back up the inside of her thighs, she trembles, trying to keep her breathing normal. As the feather approaches her breasts again, she suddenly feels his teeth on her left nipple and she gasps, feeling the stirring begin between her legs. As he increases the pressure, she begins to whine softly as she opens and closes her fists, and just before she is about to cry out, he releases her nipple, steps around the table, and takes her other nipple in his teeth. Sucking it into his mouth, he flicks it with his tongue and then begins to apply pressure with his teeth. Again she whines softly, biting her bottom lip in an effort to remain silent. As he releases her breast, he kisses up her chest to her throat, and up her neck to her tender lips, kissing her deeply before stepping back into the shadows.
A noise by her foot causes her to glance in that direction and she sees a familiar figure standing by the table. It’s Andre, the driver, his ‘man’, and he’s holding a gold chain in his hands. Andre looks in the direction above her head and after a moment, he moves forward and attaches a small golden clamp to her left nipple. The sharp pain causes her to gasp and Andre quickly steps around the table and fastens an identical clamp to her erect right nipple. She quickly lifts her head to look at her breasts, and sees that they are joined by a thin sparkling gold chain, and there, attached in the center, is another longer chain that is laying on her tummy, forming a ‘Y’ of gold. After a quick look above her head, Andre nods and steps back into the perimeter darkness.
Her lover appears, walks to the foot of the table and places a shiny silver box near her left foot. Then he leans forward and catches the end of the long chain and gently begins to pull. As her nipples are tugged downward, she lifts her head again and gasps as a sharp pain shoots through them, and as he continues to pull slowly she opens her mouth, letting out a throaty moan. Holding the end of the chain in one hand, he spreads her damp lips open with the other hand and carefully attaches a third clamp to the top of her clit, adjusting the chain to the perfect tautness to keep pressure on her nipples and her clit. She lets out a long, low moan as her eyes find his. Standing at the foot of the table between her outstretched legs, he leans forward and slides his tongue slowly up her slit until he touches the clamp, and then all the way back down, tasting her wetness. His eyes never leaving hers, he whispers…. ‘You are ready, aren’t you, my love?’… and she silently nods.
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