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“Four.” My words came out more bitter, lower and biting as I narrowed my gaze on him.
“Yes, Lady Luxe.” And with that, he folded. I had won, as I knew I would. Without a word, he knelt down at my feet, his hands sweeping in a gallant gesture as he sank to one knee.
“Such disobedience.” I scoffed. “And for that reason, you can simply watch and wish you had made better choices.”
I spread my legs, hooking one thigh over the arm of the chair, my fingers moving down to my pussy. With flitting fingers and familiar rhythms, I played with myself. I didn’t hold back, letting my sounds ring out to taunt and tease him.
“How bad do you want to be here between my thighs, Jester?”
“Beyond words, Lady Luxe.” He panted the words out, his eyes rising to see my fingers between my folds. I almost let him continue watching, but then he had the audacity to lick his lips.
“Eyes down!” I barked, smirking as he colored slightly and obeyed. My fingers moved down further, slipping inside me, bringing my orgasm closer and closer. I slowed my movements, drawing out the pleasure slowly for all who watched. I was an exhibitionist at heart after all, and I reveled in the way the gazes of the gathered crowd watched our every move, Jester’s in particular.
“I’m so close. And you won’t get to touch. But…” I trailed off, noting the way his shoulders straightened at the possibility I was dangling in front of him. “Perhaps, if you are obedient, I will allow you the tiniest taste.”
“Anything you wish, Lady Luxe. I will be good.” His fervent begging was delightful.
“Atone, Jester. Tell me why you desire me.” He groaned, and I could see the bulge in his pants at my command.
“You are a fair and just Dominant, Lady Luxe.” He began his words of praise and worship as my fingers worked faster, teasing myself back to the brink and down again.
“Your body is that of a goddess, and I only wish to worship at your altar.” I edged, pushing and then denying myself, over and over again. My fingers moved inside of me, pressing against my g-spot, then back up to my clit, to lightly flick and circle and swirl.
“You work hard to keep me in line, to help me grow, and to help me achieve my goals, Lady Luxe.” His voice had gone low and raw with desire for me. My arousal coated my fingers as I played myself over and over like a well-mastered instrument. Finally, I allowed myself that blissful climax. My back arched, my breasts thrust forward, and my hips bucked into my hand as I careened over the edge into pleasure.
As the final tremors of my orgasm began to recede, I held my fingers up.
“Look at the pleasure you were not allowed to give, Jester.” His eyes found my glistening fingers. He licked his lips, and I laughed at his lustful desire. “I did this. Do you think yourself worthy of a taste?”
“Only if you allow it, Lady Luxe.” I could hear the regret in his voice, but I wasn’t ready to allow him his prize just yet.
“Beg for it.” I slipped my fingers back to my pussy, playing lightly, keeping the aftershocks of orgasm gently running through my body.
“Lady Luxe, please! I am not worthy of your taste, but I would do anything to please you. You have my obedience. You have my desire. You have my devotion.”
On and on his begging continued, words falling from his lips like water from a faucet.
“Crawl to me.” I watched as he obeyed, scurrying over to me almost comically as I held my fingers out. Like the obedient boy he truly was at heart, he waited for my command.
“You may taste.”
He wrapped his mouth around my cum-glossed fingers, groaning obscenely, slurping every drop from my hand with his sloppy lips. Once they were clean, I yanked my hand back, grasping his chin firmly and bringing his gaze to mine. “For your disobedience, you’ve also earned yourself a punishment.”
His eyes sparkled with delight, though he didn’t show any sign of it to anyone but me. He lived for this kind of humiliation, and I was more than happy to provide.
“Onto the spanking bench, Jester. Quickly.” I released his chin, holding back a laugh as he scurried off to obey, removing his pants quickly and positioning himself, ass up, for retribution.
I chose a devil’s stick from my bag of toys. The Delrin rod was tipped with a rubber end-cap in the shape of a die. I had several in different shapes and sizes, but this one was Jester’s favorite. It packed a delightfully stinging punch.
“Fifteen strikes for your disobedience. Count for me, nice and loud. If you do not call the number loudly enough, we will repeat it. Do you understand?” He nodded vigorously as I ran my hand over the curve of his ass, positioning myself for the first hit. With a quiet whistling sound, the first strike landed squarely, marking a red line across both cheeks. He hissed in response, his back arching for a moment, before melting into the spanking bench.
Strike after strike landed, with him counting each hit aloud. Once all fifteen had been administered and his ass was covered with criss-crossing red weals, I tossed the devil’s stick back into my bag and ran my hand over the welted, heated flesh.
“Good boy, Jester,” I whispered, helping him from the table. The crowd murmured approval as the scene drew to a close. I hid another smile; exhibitionism was a good time for everyone involved, to be sure!
I led him down the hall for our aftercare. Aftercare looked entirely different for Jester than it did for Bex. He enjoyed a quick shower, and then we sat and chatted while he snacked on gummy fruit snacks. We laughed and talked about the scene and often planned out what we wanted to do next time.
As soon as we left the aftercare room, he was energized and bolting off to find his friends.
