My smile faded as you led me not to the bedroom but back into the games room and I saw there, seated on the couch and chairs on one side of the room, all five of your guests. “Oh no Sir,” I tried to pull back, “please no more…” Your hand landing smartly on my ass, stopped me in my tracks. You leaned in and hissed in my ear, “Don’t embarrass me, slut. I told you I would permit you to cum and I shall but it will be done my way.” Out loud you said, “Be a good girl now and climb up on the pool table, slave.”

I looked at you miserably, not understanding and did as you asked. I knelt in the middle of the pool table, looking down. “Kneel up,” you commanded as you walked towards me, carrying the butterfly in one hand and the stiff collar that forces me to hold my head high in the other. “Come to the edge,” you ordered “And lean over.” As I leaned over, you fastened the collar to my neck and then pushed me back upright before removing my clit jewels and fastening the butterfly securely between my legs. “Wrists,” you bit out, as you grabbed my hands and from your back pocket took a rope with which you fastened them together.

You threw the rope up and I lifted my eyes to follow it as I realized you had taken two squares from the false ceiling out. The rope went through them, hooking on the bar in between before falling back to land on the pool table. You walked around behind me and took the rope, pulling until I was forced to raise right up on my knees. You continued pulling the rope until my hands were extended high above my head and then tied it to the leg of the pool table, rendering me motionless. To ensure that I did not close my legs, you also tied one length of rope to each leg and then to the corner legs of the pool table, forcing them further apart before you settled yourself, between your guests on the couch.

The mirrored walls behind the couch reflected my predicament clearly to me and I looked on in misery. With a flick of the remote, the butterfly sprang to life with a low vibration that drew a moan of deep appreciation from me immediately. Playing, you asked me, “Does it feel good, slave?” And then louder, when I didn’t answer, “DOES IT?”

“Yes, Master,” I cried out. “Ohhhh yes.”

“Tell me how you want it, slut” you continued as you toyed with the control, increasing and decreasing the speed at all the right times to keep me on the edge.

“Oh Master,” I moaned, whimpering. “Master please, turn it up Master, please.” You chuckled softly and turned it up a notch as I groaned loudly. “Master…..Master,” I gasped as my pleasure grew. Knowing that I was fast approaching my climax, you turned the remote up to full and leaned forward, watching me intently.

“Ask for it,” you demanded as my moans grew louder and more impatient.

“Ohhhhh God Master,” I groaned, “Oh please Sir, please may I cum?” I whimpered and bit my lip, trying to hold back for permission even as my stomach started to convulse and my legs started to quiver.

“Yes,” you called out, “Yes slave, cum for me now!”

With your final command, I let go and allowed the feeling to wash over me. I cried out with pure passion as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my body. My stomach muscles trembled violently as my juices dripped around the butterfly and out of me onto the pool table. My entire body shook as my release continued with after shocks almost as powerful as the orgasm itself. My throat was hoarse as I continued to cry out with each explosive swell. As you turned the butterfly off and the shock waves faded away, I became aware of the sound of clapping. As I opened my eyes, I could see your guests standing and approaching the hallway as they applauded the show I had just given them.

“Thanks for a great night,” Ellen purred as she exited the room. “I hope you’ll have us back soon.” The others nodded in agreement.

“Count on it,” you said as you led them from the room.

Weeping with relief, I closed my eyes and awaited your return. My weekend of punishment was over. I sighed gratefully. And even as I felt the embrace of sleep overtaking me, I wondered to myself what else you had in store for me. I knew it must be something, especially since you had told my boss that this would be last act as his employee. Oh well, I thought to myself as I drifted off, that would be another story for another time.

The End.