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“Go on,” Vanessa softly urged. “Write your name wherever you please on her. I promise, neither of us mind.”
Mitch couldn’t see who was asked or what their reaction was. All she knew was that several agonizing seconds later, the marker was against her thigh once more with a new, lighter pressure that didn’t feel like Vanessa’s hand.
There were seven people here when we arrived.Mitch had to think of something, Anything. Baseball. The Queen. A series of prime numbers.If we get seven signatures, then we’ve won them over.No, she couldn’t focus on how much her skin warmed when it invited seven strangers to touch her – with the tip of a marker, but touch her, nonetheless. An innocent nursery rhyme repeated in her head. This wasn’t about excitement, pleasure, or the thrill of being the center of sexual attention in a room full of dominants who knew what kind of woman they liked.Me. I’m their fucking fantasy.Freida hadn’t shied away from it. Candace had been frothing from the moment Mitch bent over in the brunch spot. Even Kasey, who left behind a giant K right after Vanessa’s initials, might be convinced to give a female submissive a spin after meeting Mitch.
That was often what got Mitch off the most. Just the knowledge that she could have any Domme she wanted in this room… but they might not get to haveher.It was always at the discretion of Vanessa, and more often than not she preferred to release her pet into the world to tease and cajole while keeping the payoff all to herself.
Baseball. The Queen. Prime numbers…
“Oh, dear.” Candace was the first one to say something discernible since Vanessa handed the marker to someone. “It seems your pet thinks this is foreplay, Vanessa. Is there more to this scintillating setup than you’ve told us?”
Her attempt at leaving behind her signature was the most forceful of them all. Mitch had to think of her very first drill instructor running her until she vomited while Candace left her whole name suspiciously close to the source of Mitch’s arousal.
It was a power move. Thus far, everyone else had kept the autographs to her abdomen or thighs, but Candace went right to the promised place.
“Ah!” Try as she might, Mitch couldn’t completely detach herself from the thrill it gave her to have someone touch her so intimately. For if there was one thing she knew about herself, it was that a woman didn’t need to use her finger to elicit this kind of response.
Vanessa placed a protective hand on the back of Mitch’s calf. It was the only thing that brought her back to her rightful senses. Vanessa wasn’t angry. Maybe concerned, but…
“I’m not quite prepared to feed my pet to you wolves,” Vanessa jested. “I’ve only met most of you tonight.”
The pen was handed to someone else. Mitch barely caught a glimpse of the top of Freida’s dark head as she came near.
“Besides,” Vanessa said while Freida signed the back of Mitch’s hip, “Mitch gets turned on by having someonebreathein her direction. Don’t get your hopes up quite yet.”
Once everyone had a turn, Vanessa capped the marker with a satisfyingpop!Mitch barely allowed herself a single sigh of relief.
“Now, who here has already imagined themselves slapping her on the ass? Now’s your chance. With my supervision, of course. I can tell youexactlyhow she likes it.”
Mitch rested her secured hands atop the wood frame of the hanging stocks. She knew she’d be here a while, but Vanessa seriously tested her. Mitch didn’t know how long she could hold out without completely losing herself to the scene.
She’d have to trust her Mistress to help her keep her head on screwed right.
It was another hour before Mitch was out of the stocks and allowed to come down from whatever high it had given her. Only then did Vanessa deem it sweet enough etiquette to excuse themselves for the night so they could reconvene back home.
Except Mitch had exhausted herself tethering between the kind of pleasure she was used to at these parties and staying alert and observant. More than once, Vanessa had to pull her into a kiss to keep her level-headed. And more than once, a maid came back downstairs to deliver more refreshments and to make awkward eye contact with the naked submissive who became the party’s new mascot while the other guests loosened up on wine and the fervent spirit of sex and submission hanging in the hair.
Mitch wasn’t surprised that two of the women she had never met before broke off to fake play with some of Candace’s implements. Kasey headed out before anyone else, and Freida conversed with Vanessa as if they didn’t haveotherbusiness transactions that might land them both in jail if Mitch didn’t keep her head clear.
Before releasing Mitch to the party to eavesdrop and gather information, Vanessa had used her marker to draw the “no touch” boundaries on her pet’s bare body. Everywhere from the tops of her breasts to her inner thighs were no-gos, while the rest of her – including her ass – was fair game. They were, after all, still in the middle of the “Public Darling” scenario. It might have been their code name for it, but most of the seasoned dominants in the room knew what it meant. They didn’t require explanation when Mitch either sat next to them on a couch or approached them against the wall. While they conversed, the other women were free to touch her wherever they desired, as long as they respected her Mistress’s hand-drawn boundaries.
Freida and Candace were the only ones who didn’t take Mitch up on the offer. Freida blushed when Mitch interrupted her conversation with another woman. While the companion had no qualms stroking Mitch’s arm while the three of them talked, Freida acted like she had never even seen Mitch naked before, let alone done anythingelsewith her at a party.
I can’t fathom she’s involved with any of Candace’s supposed dirty dealings.Mitch could always be surprised by people, but women like Freida wore their true intentions on their sleeves. She wasn’t above trading favors andotherthings for a good time, but her soft heart and level head would have only allowed it in these very specific situations, where a woman like Mitch got off on the kink. Consent was everything to her.
Candace, though…
Mitch tried. This woman wanted her, so surely, she’d want to touch her, too. Vanessa kept one eye on them while Mitch confidently sat next to Candace on a couch, practically daring her to touch beyond the boundaries. Yet not only did Candace respect Vanessa’s wishes, she kept both hands to herself while only occasionally staring right at Mitch’s breasts or the dark cleft between her thighs.
Except she had no problem writing her name right next to my crotch.
Mitch slipped her thighs away from each other, in case Candace needed to be reminded.
“You’re a sly thing, aren’t you?” Candace finally asked when her conversation partner excused herself. “If I didn’t know any better, Michelle, I’d think you were trying to make something happen.”
Mitch shrugged. “I do as my Mistress pleases.”
“Do you? Seems you have quite a bit of freedom as long as you stay in her radius.”
