Chapter 25: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twenty-Five
The ‘gift’ is a vibrator, a beautiful vibrator. This is not the standard high-street model, 2 x AA batteries
and off you go, model. Silvery, it is sleek and expensively ted, with a satin soft, velvety finish. There
is a set of touch-button controls with a small read-out screen.
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I gape and Michael grins. “As I say, make yourselffortable. Entertain yourself until wee back,
but, um, not too much, eh…. We all want to attend the party.”
*****
I lie, lounging on the huge bed in my Master’s mirrored room. It is such a lovely room, not overlyrge,
butrge enough for what is needed. There is little in here except the bed, centred between mirrored
walls, and thick carpets on the floor. The lighting is low, with fat candles on wall sconces, their light
scattered and splintered by the mirrors that surround me on all sides. I see myself, reflected a hundred
times back and forth, in the light of a thousand ghostly candles.
Rxing in thefort of the sheets, ck and sleek, the smooth fabric is sensual and warm against
my skin.
I am wearing little; a simple whitecy camisole, in a smooth and sensuous silk, another gift, which
entuates my already pale skin and red hair. My Master and Michael never haggle over the cost
when we have our time together. I have never truly learned how they earn their livings, but I really don’t
care. That is not the side of them I see.
I am wearing the snowy silk garment at my Master’s request. When I phoned him to ask if I could visit
for Valentine’s, he was delighted.
“Any special requests Master?” I asked. “That I should know about?”
“Wear white Charlotte, please. Buy yourself something pretty. I’ll pay for it.”
“White?”
“Yes, white. I’d like you to look… virginal again.”
Iugh. “I’m hardly a virgin anymore, Master. You saw to that. You paid quite a lot for it as I remember.”
“Yes Charlotte, I paid for it, but it felt like a gift from you. You could have held back, or delivered
grudgingly, but you gave yourself to me fully andpletely. It is a treasured memory for me.”
“And you would like to… take my virginity again…?”
He is silent for a moment, then “Something like that…. Wear white Charlotte, for me.”
*****
I take the vibrator and fiddle with the controls. After some experimentation, I find that I have an On/Off
control, a speed
ower control, and a third which runs a series of programs of rise and fall power settings.
Lying back in the sheets, I set the vibe to a low power and through the satin of my cami, trace the
outline of my clit, catching my breath at the tingle.
What do they have in mind today? Who knows?
But I think they are happy to have me warm myself over, to be ready for my tall, dark Master and my
Golden Lover.
My pussy, twitching under the kiss of the vibe, my clit hardening to a stiff nub, I fantasise about the
worlds my two Masters will take me to today. For sure, I will be filled, fucked to conclusion, but how will
they do it? Together? In turns? Or will one fuck me, while I pleasure the other?
My pussy is running liquid and loose now.
Where are they? My clit is sensitising, my pussy welling, melting. With every pulse of the vibe, more
and more, I want to feel the touch of my Master and my Lover. I want them inside me. I want to be
fucked.
Head back, eyes closed, I work myself with the vibe, teasing my twitching pussy. I don’t want to take
myself all the way. My Master and Michael must have that. But I am thoroughly ready for them, by both
at once, I am hoping.
Over the buzzing of the vibe, I be aware of murmuring.
“Hot Damn!” says a voice.
“Holy fuck!” says another.
As I look up, startled, vibe still poised over my pussy, there is a small crowd in the room, gathered at
the foot of the bed, watching me y with the humming toy. My Master and Michael stand there,
Michael grinning broadly, my Master sucking in his cheeks, trying to contain his amusement.
With them, are three other men that I do not recognize.
“Nice to meet you Charlotte.” drawls one of them. “Don’t stop for us.” He’s an American type; all square
jaw and teeth; handsome, with the kind of strapping shoulders that suggest that although he would look
good naked, a suit will never fit him well.
The other two look quite different; one, perhaps Swedish, tinum blond, tanned and with eyes of iced
grey, the other tall, lean, athletic and his skin so dark a ck, as to be almost blue.
Without giving me a chance to react, my Master says in a low voice, "Since you have started without us
Charlotte, show us yourself. Let everyone see you." He nces around, indicating the group of
strangers. “I’ve tried to give you some entertaining choice this evening. Let them see what they have
My breath catches, and vibe still poised between my legs, I look up at my Master, and to Michael, for
reassurance.
My Master, all but expressionless, stares down at me, a glint of challenge in his eyes.
Michael smiles, warm and reassuring. “Do you want to y, Charlotte?”
I trust my Master. We have yed these games before. Always I know, he will take me to my limits, but
not beyond. and I know that always, he watches me, ensuring that I am alright, that I am in control.
And Michael…. Michael loves me.
I can y these games and yet be safe.
cing the vibe to one side, I lie back in the bed, stretching, cat-like, disying myself. They want a
show? I’ll give them a show.
Raising my hips, I spread my legs open, my thighs extended wide, running my fingers over the satiny
fabric of my crotch, the full length of my sex.
The gossamer white silk is damp, and I am sure there must be a growing stain to be seen by any
paying attention, which is all of them. A few foxy hairs escape the whiteness, red against my white skin.
Pulling the fabric to one side, giving them a better view, I trailzy fingers through my red curls and
allow them to wander down over my clit, to my pussy.
My fingers are wet, and I know that, in this glimmering candlelight, my pussy is glistening as I trail its
contours. It feels tight and ready, quivering in anticipation.
Two of the three strangers, the American and the Scandinavian, are beginning to bulge at the front of
their pants, and are sweating. So, I note, is my Master. The third stranger offers me a bright, white
smile, and a nod of encouragement.
I cannot restrain a chuckle of delight. I am, supposedly, their toy. I imagine that’s what they think
anyway.
And yet, there is a strange sense of power in knowing that all these men want to fuck me. Despite
appearances, I have the control. I havee a long way since my Master first bought my virginity, and
put me in his saddle.
The five seem mesmerised by my performance.
I flip over onto all fours, disying my satin clothed derriere. The cami pulls tight in this position, riding
high, stretching in between my cheeks and disying me. I know it looks good, and in the mirrors, I see
them staring at me.
I watch my reflection, draped in a curtain of long red hair, spine arched, my ass high in the air.
Reaching under, sliding a hand between my legs, again I glide fingers over the satin, now aware that it
is not just damp, but soaking, from my juices. And I see them responding, rubbing their cocks through
their trousers.
“Enough, Charlotte.” purrs my Master. His voice, deeply mellow, has a rough edge to it. “You’ll finish us
all off before we’ve started.”
“Hey, can I?” says one of them, my ebony stranger.
My Master’s lean-faced features swing his way. “Can you what?”
“I’ve just gotta taste that.” He points at the spreading damp patch in the crotch of my cami.
My Master smiles. “Why not? I think Charlotte deserves some reward for the little show she just gave
us. but…” He extends a long finger to the man. “You may only taste. Yet. And perhaps feel a little.”
The stranger is handsome. My Master always chooses well for me and offers me variety. Hey, if you’re
going to fuck for fucking’s sake, do it with someone you want to fuck with. He told me that almost the
first day we met.
The stranger’s dark skin matches deep chocte, depthless eyes. His teeth are very white and he
shes me another beautiful smile. “Nice to meet you Charlotte,” he says, as he sits beside
me.