He tries to move towards her momentarily forgetting that he is bound. Confusion crosses his face until he sees her two servants approaching and stand at her side. He realizes the command was for them.
Agony builds inside him as he watches them slowly and carefully remove her dress. He moans as one reaches along her hips and lowers her drenched panties. Helpless and bound he watches them apply the oil.
He can tell by the way they touch her they’ve learned their craft and her body well. The servants are tall. May be 6’4” he guesses. Specimens of physical perfection. Heads and bodies shaved, muscled, oiled and cocks erect. Each one wearing an identical leather harness around their cock. A tight chain runs from it’s base up through the cleft of their muscled cheeks and hooks to a buckled waist strap. He watches as their hands glide over her smooth skin. Arms, neck, down to each breasts. Large strong hands massaging and fondling each one. Fingers slightly tugging on the nipples until they stand alert, throbbing, sending electrical shock waves to her clit. He can see the desire building in her eyes.
“Do you want to touch me?” She asks him. “Do you enjoy watching them touch me as you wish you could? ” She taunts him.
“Yes and no Miss.”
Her hands touch the cheek of the servant to her left. “There’s a level of submission I require before you’ll know that pleasure. A surrender where you give yourself completely to me. ”
She reaches out and strokes the cocks of her servants. They stop touching her and clasp their hands behind their backs. Her hands slip with oil easily over their trained cocks. She leans into both servants and rests her bare thighs against their extended members.
She tilts her head slightly back and both servants lean over her and start to kiss along the sides of her neck. Their hands move from behind them forward using one to steady her back and the other finding a breast to massage. Without a word as if accustom to working in unison, one servant stays attending her breasts as the other’s hand slips down and slides in between her thighs resting against her trimmed mound.
Squire watches as the servant’s fingers brush against her slit and move down, two disappearing inside her as she arches into his touch. Her eyes are open and fixed on Squire watching her. Fixed on studying his breath and any sounds that escape his lips.
Her hands continue to stroke against both cocks. Her servants have been trained well. They know every erogenous zone of her body. Squire watches and commits to memory every one of them.
The room seems hush except for the melodious music and her breathing. When he thinks she’s about to come, she stops.
Still holding the swollen cocks in her hands, she slowly slips up over their reddened heads as both servants shudder and drop to their knees.
Flushed with desire she touches both of their heads with care. “You may go but before you take your leave release him from the chains. And hand me more oil.”
Squire’s eyes widen hearing her command. “But you Squire….no movement. Stay in place where you are.”
She walks toward him and watches as his arms are released. He moves each one, working out the kinks and allowing the blood to flow unrestricted. She reaches for his right arm as she’s handed the bottle of oil. She sees the other servant kneel to unlocked the cock harness from the lower chain and stops him.
“I’ve changed my mind. I’ll tend to that one. Leave us.”
She watches them walk silently away. A rush of warmth flashes over her when she hears the door open and close behind them. She looks back at Squire and finds him staring at her. He starts to move toward her.
“Squire…I said stay in place.” She waits to see if he’ll follow her direction.
“Feel me….don’t touch…only feel me against you.” She whispers and presses her body against his arm as it hangs between them.
‘Fuccccck’…….is the thought running through Squire’s mind as his fingers graze against her mound. ‘Don’t touch…only feel her’ he reminds himself.
He feels her press her body against his arm and slide along his forearm and palm of his hand. His fingers involuntarily move slightly toward her pussy. He struggles to keep them still.
“Miss…..” He groans, “Please…..”
Her right hand reaches under his ball sack and gathers his tender bits in the palm of her hand. His cock twitches and drips against her arm. “Gawd Miss… please….” He groans again.
She moves and center herself directly in front of him. He feels the tips of her nipples brushing against his chest. His cock caught in between their bodies; his precum sliding deliciously along her skin. She places her hands on his shoulders and runs them slowly down his arms, her fingers slipping until they are entwined in his. Her face only inches away she moves toward his right cheek and whispers, “Do you want me Squire?”
He leans his cheek against her mouth to feel her breath. “Please Miss…yes.”
“But I want your soul even more than I want your body.” She nuzzles her mouth against the crook of his neck. “Will you allow me to strip you bare? Allow me to peel back the armor and expose every dark vulnerability within you?”
She feels him relaxing into her. His body surrendering before the answer even forms in his mouth. He’s wanted this. Someone to trust. Someone to open, share and surrender his deepest fears and fantasies. To be known, owned, understood and accepted. Somehow he knows there would be a freedom in that…being transparent.
Hearing her say his name breaks his lost thoughts. He feels her right hand release his left and instinctively wrap around his warm cock. He starts to move his arms around her and pauses for direction.
“Yes”, is her answer to his movement and his arms swiftly engulf her. His mouth grazes along her neck and up to her right ear. The warmth of his breath sending electric spikes down her spine.
“Do you trust me Squire?”
He pushes his hips into hers and feels the pulling of the chain tightening the harness around his sack. He pushes again. The desire to bury himself inside her….to be home in her warmth…is stronger than the resistance.
Will he allow her to strip him bare? Her question repeating itself in his head.
With his left hand pressing against her buttocks and his right hand gathering up her hair, he gently pulls her head back to see her face. In her eyes he sees truth, sincerity, warmth and a peaceful place to lie. His body and soul melt naturally into hers.
“Do I trust you?” He whispers.
She hears him sigh.
“Completely.” He answers.
“Very well.” She smiles.
Her body fills with searing delight of what is ahead. All that she has laid awake at night planning for this moment, now ready to unfold before her.
She tugs gently on his collar and glances along the wall full of implements behind him. The intense heat building between them.
She runs a hand along his ball sack and cups his treasures in her palm. She closes her eyes for a brief moment and lets her plans take form.
Her eyes slowly open to see his eyes intently staring, waiting, wondering.
With a tug on his collar she whispers in his ear, “Then let’s begin.”