Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 32

Mistress

She was spectacular, as usual, as she knelt in her waiting position, and then even more so when she moved to the inspection position.

After reminding her to use her safe words, I clipped the leash on her and led her to the flat bench off to the side of the room. It looked like a plain, flat examination table with padding and black leather, but underneath the table was where the real beauty lay. There were bolts every two inches, allowing me to use them in my knot tying. I'd been studying kinbaku for three decades now, and I was an expert at binding bodies just like I'd wanted them. Although I'd never participated in a scene with Troy, Ally and her little girl, I'd done bindings for them. Of course, for them it was more symbolic, as either little girl or Troy could have broken the ropes easily, and both had the ability to stay perfectly still for as long as requested. Ally had loved it so much, she'd kept her little girl like that for the entire day. I recalled her face when she'd walked into her playroom to find her submissive suspended from the ceiling, bound in thousands of knots, legs spread wide. Ally had thanked me profusely and then suggested that I lick her pet's pussy while Troy fucked her mouth. I declined, though. After my run with Mike, I realized that she was offering me her taste to calm my sexual appetite. What she didn't get was that kinbaku didn't turn me on sexually. Well, at least it hadn't. Things had apparently changed, because currently, as I was leading my butterfly to the bench, my cock was straining hard against my pants and I knew it wouldn't be long before I removed them and was binding my little one in the nude.

I lifted her body onto the table and positioned her near the edge so that I'd be more easily able to drink from her if all went well.

I began wrapping the rope around her left thigh. Her body was limp, indicating she trusted me fully. With each twist of the rope, each knot, I felt her trust in me grow and, in turn, my confidence.

As I tied the last knot, I stared at her body, ready for me. She seemed almost asleep, her breathing slow and even.

"What flower are you on, butterfly?" "Lily, Mistress," she said thickly.

I wanted to taste her now, but I also wanted to be sure I was in control. Mike and I had gone over this earlier. First I would fuck her with a dildo until she came. I would also come to relieve some stress. At that point, I'd taste a bit and then see how it went from there.

I picked up the glass dildo and rubbed it around her pussy. Her legs quivered, but they didn't move. I watched her flex her muscles, yet she didn't budge. She bit her lower lip as I slid the cool glass into her body. The sound she made as it filled her was exquisite.

Beginning slowly then increasing the tempo, I stroked my cock to the rhythm I was using on my butterfly with the dildo. It wasn't long before she was panting and moaning. Her moans turned to screams, and then the room was filled with a deafening silence as I realized my butterfly was holding her breath to try to stave off her orgasm.

"Come," I whispered into the still room.

She let out a scream like I hadn't heard from her before as I rubbed my cock one final time and shot my come onto her breasts.

Her body had a sheen of perspiration on it and her pussy was glistening. It was now or never. I reached forward and dipped my two fingers in the place the dildo had been moments earlier. Pulling them back, I brought them up to my lips, ready to flee if I became too aroused.

I touched my finger with the tip of my tongue, and immediately, the flavor filled my mouth. My entire body changed, like I was ready to strike. At first it felt like my fangs were going to elongate and the toxin would begin to flow, but I realized quickly the intense feeling I was having was the desire for more of what I'd just tasted. I didn't want to paralyze or devour my butterfly, I wanted to drink her essence, my body craving more of the flavor I'd just licked from my fingertips. There were no words to describe the tangy yet sweet flavor of my girl, other than to say it tasted like nectar from the gods.