Amity's Stories
Slave Camp - Amity's Femdom Fantasy - Part 4
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Chapter Four
His
lips, tongue and teeth were skillful and Brad seemed to be a useful addition
to my evening. It's not too often that I get hot enough to crave personal
satisfaction when I'm in the middle of play, but having a well-trained
slave at the ready is a real luxury. Brad was a jewel.
He listened and suckled with his eyes closed and his mind dancing who-knows-where. I believe he was enjoying himself, perhaps a little too much, but I was taking pleasure in the Diet Coke so I dragged him to my other breast and sipped the cold drink. By now, I was in an odd place: somewhere between fitting and pure exhaustion. Brad's efforts rejuvenated me and yanked his hair to see his face.
"I'll need you later," I promised and watched his eyes squint open and smile.
"I want the others!" I called loudly and within moments my slave returned with the two other boys I had chosen earlier. I shook my head from side to side when he motioned toward the hooks. Not this time - I didn't want these boys chained to overhead bolts. I had something a little more interesting in mind for them.
"Names!" I ordered and my slave was quick to respond.
"Joe," he indicated the boy with the huge upper body, "and this is Evan." Those names would have to - I was too tired to come up with new ones. Besides, I was getting pretty hot over the fantasy I had brewing.
"Put them in the middle of the room," I instructed, "and remove those collars. I want a little more flexibility than that."
My slave unlocked their steel devices and within moments, the two boys were standing naked and confused in the center of the room. With a handful of Brad's hair in my fist, I circled my prey and looked them over one more time. I liked what I saw. The boys stared at their feet in a respectful submissive posture. There was no need for eye contact because we weren't going to become friends.
I like subs who know their place.
Circling
like a cat toying with a pair of bewildered mice, I used my free hand
to lift their chins, touch their chests, rub their shoulders and backs,
fondle their asscheeks and inspect their inner thighs. My slave showed
them off to me and I noticed that the boys were indeed trained well. I
wanted to see their best parts and he presented them to me very nicely.
Wherever my fingers explored, they made the region available. As I reached toward Evan's asscheeks, he instinctively spread his legs to allow me access.
We were going to get along fine and it was time to play.
"Lift him up," I spoke in the general direction of Joe's face but didn't bother to establish any sort of contact. I hoped he was smart enough to figure what I meant. The roly-poly Evan seemed to understand that he was not going to lift anyone; it was up to Joe to figure it out. In a moment, he seemed to get it.
Scampering behind Evan's full asscheeks, Joe grabbed the heavy slave's waist, bent his own knees and lifted him straight off the ground.
"Put him down," I ordered knowing that everything I fantasized about was soon to become my reality. Pretty sure I was smiling broadly, I turned toward Brad.
"Here," I pointed to my feet. "Stay there no matter where I go." I love having a slave crawling madly trying to keep up with my pace.
As if he were reading my mind, my slave dashed to obtain the toys that he presumed I'd be using and his success in speculating made me want to make an offer on him before I left. I viewed the assortment of implements, lubrications and medical equipment with a sort of glee that made my thighs hurt with excitement. Walking up and down the row of goodies, I occasionally rubbed my calf against Brad's chest. When I was feeling a little giddy with anticipation, I rubbed my boot against his cock and listened for the little gasp that I knew would follow.
Brad never disappointed - his noises were delicious.
Joe was given a pair of gloves, which he put on without a hint of question, and Evan's face drew in apprehension mired in joy. When a sub feels tension about play, it's more exciting for me. Some boys don't understand that heterosexual submissives can play with other boys because it pleases their Domme. These boys not only understood it, but also seemed to adore the concept of making me happy.
By now, my thighs were feeling the effects of my impatient desires. Plopping unceremoniously into a comfy chair, I nodded toward my slave to lower the lights a bit and using his own good sense, he turned on pleasant music. Brad scampered to refill my Diet Coke and I was amused to watch him crawl back to my chair while balancing the filled, icy glass on his back. The talent I was enjoying was amazing.
I spread my legs intentionally and waited to see if Brad would take the chance to crawl between them or wait for an invitation. Honestly, I wasn't sure which action would have pleased me more.
He waited. I gave orders.
"I want to be entertained. Use your imagination and try to get inside my head. Figure out what I'd like to see." I let it sink in before continuing.
"Amaze me!" I challenged.
By the time I finished my short set of instructions, Evan had fallen to his knees in front of Joe and began rubbing the boy's cock up and down his chest. Joe stood immobile and Evan did all the work. As Joe's cock grew harder and wider, I sipped my soda and nudged Brad with the toe of my boot.
Joe's eyes closed as he enjoyed the rich feeling in his swollen shaft. His breathing seemed to mellow and pace itself evenly. Evan continued his gyrations, rubbing the now-dripping cock all over his face, neck, chest and shoulders as Joe inhaled rhythmically. The boys were performing a dance of sorts for me and I was an attentive and appreciative audience.
My intensity seemed to spur them on. Pressing Evan to the floor, Joe grabbed his wrist and ankle and lifted the pudgy sub from the hardwood and planted his own foot on his soft member. As Joe rubbed the tiny penis, it grew and grew, and to my utter incredulity must have reached at least 8 inches as I watched. If I hadn't seen it myself, I might not have believed it.
Both males' penises were dripping with joy as they found new and more sensual means to enhance each other's experience and entertain me. For my part, I was getting hotter and hotter with each passing scene. I wanted more and more and was getting close to my own edge.
"Get me 2 sets of nipple clips," I ordered my slave, who darted across the room to obtain them for me. I attached one set to my slave; the other to Brad but managed to intertwine them first. The boys were locked together and I found the best use for them.
One breast each was their dessert. As Joe and Evan's frenzy grew and their entertainment varied, I pressed the two boy's heads toward my chest and urged them to please me with their teeth, tongues and lips. The biting clips helped them concentrate and the intertwined chains forced them close to me. I grabbed handfuls of hair and pressed their faces into me.
"The best one gets a prize," I whispered and turned my attention back to the center ring.
That seemed enough to cause both boys to leap into determined suckling and leaned back to enjoy it, pushing both their heads out of the way at times so I could see the show.
With a free hand, I tossed a tube of lubrication at their feet. If they were smart slaves, they would figure out what I wanted without any more prodding from me. It was imperative that they have enough sense to do so because I wasn't sure that I could manage any sensible statements at the moment. My mind was barely able to absorb the bliss I felt.
Joe understood first and squeezed a huge dollop of lube onto his gloved palm. Forcing Evan onto his knees, Joe pressed the slave's head to the floor and literally lifted him to his feet. His buttery ass was positioned perfectly for my view as his legs spread to balance himself.
With great effort, Evan reached up and pulled his asscheeks apart. Astonishment isn't a strong enough word to describe my reaction to that feat.
Joe pressed the lube into him and rammed his finger deeper and deeper and then in a somewhat grand gesture, added another digit. In fact, he kept adding more and more fingers until his hand was invisible and Evan's panting was audible.
Do I know how to pick my receivers or what?
Using his fist artfully, Joe drew Evan's hips in a wide circle. The movements were both graceful and artful and at the same time, intensely male. No one else could have brought Evan to that place that quickly, I thought. And men can't fake it as well as women.
Joe removed his hand slowly as Evan exhaled loudly. With his ass well lubricated, Evan seemed to want more and more. I knew that I was close to my brink of happiness and was torn between wanting more and needing personal release. My breasts were well-attended by the two chained boys, but it was going to take a little bit more to push me over the edge.
"Vibrator," I hissed hungrily.
The boys crawled toward each other and crept as one to the table that held the toys. It was a startling display of talent. They returned with a short vibrator with a lovely nubby end. They had read my questionnaire very carefully, it seemed.
"You were better," I nodded toward Brad, placing the vibrator in his open mouth.
It
was a struggle, but the boys managed to position themselves between my
legs so that Brad could press the tool where it would do the most good.
I could see a brief look of disappointment on my slave's face when he
recognized that he would be looking over Brad's shoulder and would witness
neither the slaves' play or my enjoyment. But true to his training, he
understood his role. I knew that he would wait forever, if need be, for
my next instruction.
I liked having a slave, bound and ready, waiting for me.
As Brad approached my sweetest spot, I had him turn the vibrator on high.
"Don't use your hands again," I admonished. If he could have smiled with the vibrator in his mouth, I'm sure he would have been grinning.
"OK, boys," I called to the two in the center of the room, "I want the best part now!" At that moment, Brad pressed his face into me and I gasped quietly. I let the feeling wash over me.
For their part, Joe and Evan were a decidedly entertaining pair. After watching Evan unroll a condom onto Joe's stiff cock by placing first the condom, then the cock, into his mouth, Evan reassumed the position and Joe penetrated him forcefully. The thing about receivers is that they need force to feel the pleasure.
As Brad performed his work with expertise that pushed me closer and closer to ecstasy, Evan stood up with Joe's cock still inside - a feat I still admire to this day - and Joe's strong arms grasped his waist. Suffice it to say: Evan had the ride of his life.
As if he were a toy, Joe bounced the big man up and down several times and held the majority of his weight during the jaunt. He lifted him up, to the side and back, always planting him firmly on himself. At one point, Joe turned and showed me Evan's face. Let's just say that he looked pretty happy about it.
It was about that time that I realized how close I was. My thighs were wet, my breathing rapid, my head thrown back and my arms holding a death grip on the chair.
"Now," I whispered, "do it now."
They all thought I was talking to them.
Joe hustled Evan along and very soon had the big man bobbing on his cock like a buoy in a heavily traveled canal.
"Faster," I murmured and Brad pressed in and out with the vibrator accelerating its pace and my sighs becoming louder and deeper.
"More! NOW!" I demanded and Brad's shoulders heaved as he drove forcefully into the target.
For
their part, Evan's eyes were closed tightly and his lips were drawn into
a tight grimace of expectation. Joe's arms, which must have been screaming
for relief, lifted the man higher and higher and drove him harder and
harder onto his own well-used cock. All of us were at the zeniths of our
orbits and the end, as they say, was at hand. Or, in this particular case,
in Brad's mouth.
I knew those boys would never climax until I had done so first.
I held on as long as I could but one last 'what-the-heck' ambled through my brain and I allowed the wonderful joy of orgasm to sluice through my body. I come loudly and vigorously.
It was difficult to keep one eye on the boys in the center of the room, but I managed to watch their climax prior to falling limp into the pillows surrounding me. Brad had enough sense to press the vibrator into me a few more times to enable me to achieve a few more quick pinnacles of delight, then withdraw sensibly to his knees. For their part, the two in the center of the room were both on the floor recovering from their performance and waiting for instructions.
With an unsteady hand, I pulled the nipple clips off Brad and my slave and pushed the latter's shoulder to indicate I wanted him to take care of the boys on the floor. Unsure of what to do, Brad knelt silently between my legs and showed me a look of utter contentment.
After a few minutes of recovery, the two boys were taken outside. I looked intently at Brad.
"Did you enjoy 'watching me in action'?" I asked with a hint of affable sarcasm.
"Ma'am, just wait until tomorrow night," he replied with a grin. "I'll send in Luke to attend to you so you can get a good night's sleep. You'll need your rest for all the events on tomorrow's schedule." He crept backward a little and then stood to reveal the most compelling cock I had seen in a long while. Not only was it smooth and hairless, it also displayed the widest shaft I had seen in a long while.
"If you're a good boy," I cooed, "you can show me that tomorrow evening."
He was. And he did. But that's another story.