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The club was known for its mystery, for its darkness. CalledThe Den, it seemed to shift from place to place, taking residence in a city for only a few days, perhaps a week or two, before seemingly disappearing into the night. Little was known about the owners. Some claimed that there were, in fact, regulars to this hidden club, though no one seemed to have proof. Nobody knew anyone who actually could be called a regular, and no one seemed to really know what went on. All they knew that when it came to elite and selective, nothing came close toThe Den.
Which went partway toward explaining why the beautiful Brit was walking toward it, her brown eyes sweeping the building.Miss Emma Watsonwas currently shooting a film in this city.The Denhad apparently taken interest in the various stars and crew who happened to be doing said shooting, and an invitation went out to the lot of them. Emma, intrigued by the idea of such an exclusive establishment, accepted the invitation. She did find the dress code to be slightly strange.
According to the invite, all females must wear either dresses or skintight pants made of latex, leather, and/or lace of some kind. The more constrictive, said the invitation, the better. Thus Emma had squeezed herself into a black leather dress. Strapless, the thing felt almost like packaging, squeezing Emma's taut form into its confines. The thing pushed up those perky breasts, encasing them so tightly that Emma had barely felt there was room for a bra, even the lacy number that she'd managed to slide on. The hem of the dress barely extended halfway down her thigh as well, and she had to resist the urge to tug it down. Per other instructions, she wore heels as well: black. Her brown hair had been recently styled thanks to the crew, and her makeup had been done to accent her features quite well.
Thus did Emma enter the club, earning an immediate pass from the bouncer. What she didn't see was the man reaching up to speak into an ear bud as she passed. Instead, the girl entered the club, noting the thumping music, and the droves of people. Most of them were beautiful, in fact, most looked as though they could be cover models themselves. Everywhere you looked, there was a body tightly packed in latex, leather, or lace, and most were gyrating. Emma worked her way through the crowd, reaching up to move back a curl and smile. For now, she figured she needed to find something of a home base, to take in the scene around her and figure out where to go from there.
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Kale Rosenthall was one of the few that could be called a regular at The Den. He knew the owner on a first name basis and therefore wherever the club moved he was guaranteed a VIP booth and unlimited access. He always had his fun walking on up to the bouncer and getting in before these big names and he always enjoyed how easy it was to pick up a nice girl there and have his way with her. Especially since most of the girls there were already heavy into the lifestyle this club represented; the bdsm lifestyle. The women always went to him upon his calling and were always so nice to him and always always listened to him, but this time he did not want that. The owner had told him some A list celebrities had been invited and he had a fun idea based on that.
That night he had gone to The Den as soon as it opened and he walked into the club and entered his booth and sat down. Enjoying the complimentary drinks and enjoying the teasing waitresses as much as he always did but he could not help but smirk as Miss Watson entered the club and seemed out of place so what he did is he simply got the attention of a waitress and told her to go get Miss Watson and have her brought to him. The waitress, being a submissive, said nothing but walked off.
The waitress walked up to Miss Watson and said. "Excuse me miss, but the gentleman over there has requested you join him." The waitress leaned in and whispered into Miss Watson's ear. "He is a regular." That alone should be enough to intrigue her, but the waitress added. "Apparently knows the owners." She then handed Miss Watson a drink and walked off to serve the other booths.
Kale saw the waitress saunter on over to Miss Watson and then he smiled and raised his glass to her as she looked over here and he knew the waitress did a good job. He sat back and waited for Miss Watson to come join him. For this A list celebrity to come mingle with him. When she walked over to his booth he couldn't help but gaze over her entire body and analyze her every curve. He had the look of a pure dominate and all the submissives in the club would have recognized that look, but he found Miss Watson simply brushed it off, which only intrigued him more.
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Just as Emma was working her way toward a possible table, a waitress appeared. The starlet almost startled at the sudden appearance, and stood there, blinking while the waitress filled her in. The server had an appearance to her, a demeanor that struck Emma as being rather odd. The way she said "he's a regular" gave it an added weight, even moreso than Emma would have expected to hear. Just what was with this club? She spent a few seconds looking around, but decided to gradually work her way toward the man.
There was something about his look too, something that made Emma's skin crawl. She had seen looks like that before, usually on super-confident movie actors or rock stars. Yet this looked even more pointed, and Emma felt her gaze shifting slightly, noting that a nearby waitress nearly shivered. Emma looked at the man, and decided to simply brush off the comment for now. No need to get too wrapped up in something like that.
So Emma approached the booth calmly. She smiled at the man, raising her drink toward him. "Thank you for the drink," she said almost immediately, "and thank you for the invite. I was beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed by it all."
Emma waved a hand as she slid into a seat near Kale. Something about him, and this whole situation, made Emma reluctant to sit too closely to the sleek man. Still, she offered him her photogenic smile, and extended a hand.
"I'm Emma Watson," she greeted. Nothing additional, nothing about being famous or even "A-list." She figured he likely already knew, and she didn't want to insult him. Instead, she awaited for his response.
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He flashed a quick smile at her as she thanked him for the drink and then took a seat in his booth and spoke about how she was getting overwhelmed and then she properly introduced herself and kale looked down at her hand and then back to her, his gaze still holding that confident and condescending look upon it as he took her hand firmly and said. "You may call me Kale." He said and nothing more as he released her hand and then went to looking over the dance floor and he broke the silence by saying. "What brings you here, Emma? I did not think to ever see someone such as yourself here, alone." He added that last part almost as if it held significant meaning to him and to the nature of his invitation. It held a strange threatening appeal to it, but was masked with such ordinary behavior and an almost complimentary appeal that it would have been hard for even the smartest and acute of language scholars would have been able to discern the real meaning of his assertion. As kale looked over the dance floor he saw a waitress walk by and he did not ask for her attention but she immediately froze in place and looked at him, her eyes on the ground and she said. "What can I get for you, Sir?" Kale smirked and said. "Another bottle of this champagne and whatever the lady wants." He said and looked to Emma as the waitress nodded but did not move at all as she remained completely still and her head still lowered and her eyes on her feet. It was as if she was simply waiting for an order or something to do. Waiting for kale to command her.
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"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kale," said Emma, inclining her head slightly. That gaze, the confidence there. There was also something ringing in his voice, a commanding aura that was darkly appealing and yet quite intimidating at the same time. Emma had to suppress a shudder, and she could almost feel her flesh pimpling at the thought. She shifted, wishing that she was wearing something a little less revealing.
Alone.
Then the waitress. Emma startled as she saw the woman stop, then looked over at Kale, not quite believing this. It was nearly like the magic in the Harry Potter films, except... somehow realer. The celebrity swallowed, looking back at the waitress, not at all surprised to find the woman's gaze averted. She agreed to champagne, simply asking for another glass, and watched as the waitress obeyed Kale's command as if it was her greatest joy in life.
"The service is rather... strange," Emma ventured, waiting until Kale dismissed the waitress, or however that worked. She glanced toward the powerful man, then looked to the dance floor. "Then again, they did say this club was exclusive. I suppose it would make sense for things to be... different."
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Kale waved his hand and the waitress scurried off quickly, not wanting to disturb him at all and he looked to Emma as he saw he was having an effect on her and he was careful to say his next words and he said. "Emma. Dance with me." He told her as he stood and without even waiting for her to answer him he had her out of the booth her hand in his and he walked to the floor and released her and moved her in front of him and his hands traveled to her sides and he pushed against her and said. "This is the most exclusive club in the world. This will probably be your only invitation ever. This will probably be the only time you can enter, that is unless you impress the right people." Again his words were powerful, were commanding, his words demanded that they be heard and that they be obeyed. Again they had a very subtle underlying tone. He had said impress the right people as if this invitation was a test for her, as if it was her way of showing she belonged with the rare elite of this club. Kale had used his hands to get her to begin to gyrate against him and move her hips to the music as he moved them to the music. Again he is controlling her, he was controlling where they went and how they got her, all she was doing was gyrating her hips against his. He knew that she would take work, but the pay off would be immense, he couldn't help himself as his greedy mind imagined her before him on her hands and knees, waiting for his attention and his praise.
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The waitress scurried, and Emma found herself alone with this powerful man. He issued a command; she recognized it as such. Yet still, her hand went out to grab his, and she found herself being led to the floor. In the back of her mind, Emma was fully aware that she was following his orders, doing as he said as he said it. However, she found his pull nearly irresistible. Then he spoke, letting her know about the conditions of her presence there. Emma found herself nodding, accepting this even as she didn't fully realize the weight.
"I've been told I'm quite impressive," she managed, trying to sound playful. The hands were upon her body, sliding along her leather encased sides. Those hands suggested Emma move; she followed their command, her hips moving. He wanted gyration; she recognized it. This wasn't how Emma usually danced, and she found herself reluctant to start engaging in it now. Her hips swayed, they moved to the music, but her movements were not as sexual as Kale had likely intended. Those brown eyes slid off him for a moment, looking around, noting the positions of the other dancers. Not just where they stood or how they danced, but how they seemed to interact with one another.
"This club certainly is unique," concluded Emma. She turned back to Kale, smiling with forced cheeriness. Again, she was struck by how he carried himself, as if he was expecting more of her and she didn't know what. Did she even want to return to this club? She couldn't quite decide...
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Kale heard her speak and listened to what she had to say and he nodded when she concluded that this club is unique and he said. "It is indeed, a very unique place, but it is a special place. A place where people can fully express themselves, to show everyone what they truly are." He said as he moved them around the dance floor and had her hips gyrate against him and he knew there was no sexual desire because he had not even attempted to see if Miss Watson was submissive or not, but considering she did not question the commands he felt that if he could remain the strongest dominate, that she would be drawn to him and obey. He continued to dance and just enjoyed the music and when Emma was getting moist with sweat he lead them back to the table and planted a kiss on her neck as he let her slide into the booth and he took his spot across from her and he said. "Where did you learn to dance, you can move your body nicely." He said as his eyes once again traveled over her with a dominate gaze. With a gaze that did nothing but analyze and practically undress Emma and look at every inch of her body to see if she was worthy of any more attention from Kale. After all, if she was to be a submissive then she should have to feel that she needed to earn her time with a dominate like Kale.
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Fully express themselves? Emma glanced around for a few moments, again noting how people interacted, how they looked. She was beginning to suspect that she knew precisely what was going on here, and she knew that it certainly wasn't for her. Yes, Kale had a draw to him, an appeal that Emma certainly couldn't deny, even to herself. But she wasn't about to go submitting herself to him or anything.
They simply danced, and Emma enjoyed it for what it was. They danced till Emma was starting to feel flushed, and then Kale was leading them back to the booth. The kiss on her neck made Emma stiffen for a moment, and she looked to him. Should she tell him that she wasn't interested, or at least, not interested in that manner? No, better to remain polite for at least a while longer.
"I took some lessons," she told him, smiling. "It's always a good idea to be well-rounded. Well, that and I've earned some role simply by being good at dancing."
As Emma paused, she noticed how Kale looked at her, analyzing her, almost sizing her up as though she were meat or something. She shifted again, subtly pulling at the dress, tugging the hem down at first, not realizing that she was subtly enhancing her cleavage, before her hand went up to slightly tug the dress up. Somehow, Emma managed to pull the leather tight against her, something she couldn't fix, so she simply smiled her way through it.
"It's quite interesting here," she ventured, waving a hand, "but I think I might have to leave soon. We're shooting and all, and I wouldn't want to be tired."
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He looked over her and noticed how she tugged at her dress but it only accentuated her curves and her body. He smiled softly as she said she had to go because she was shooting and he couldn't help but smile softly and said. "You can stay a bit longer, can't you? Shooting doesn't start till mid morning and it is only." He paused and looked at his watch. "ten after midnight." He said as he looked over her and could tell she wasn't as submissive as he initially judged and he needed to get her to stay a bit longer. For him to show her how to behave and how much pleasure can be derived from complete submission especially to him, but he knew that wouldn't work so instead he knew that tomorrow he would personally invite her back to the club and they would dance again and he would explain the nature of this club more and more. Until he could fully assess her and know what she likes. He would make sure though that she was the only one of the cast that was invited back so that she knew it was because she impressed him and he wanted her back. He wanted her to get used to following his wishes and commands and something told him that she would not deny an invitation to the club because of how exclusive it was. It would make her feel superior among others. He looked over her carefully and less analytically than before. He simply wanted to get a feel for her on this first greeting.
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Her company saw through Emma's little ruse, and she had to smile at him, feeling decidedly abashed. Though she hadn't realized that it was even as late as he told her; somehow time had gotten away from her. The girl squirmed for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Now, leaving felt quite rude, but on the other hand, she didn't want to wind up staying too late and missing shooting tomorrow. From what she remembered, her job tomorrow was relatively light though...
"I could probably stay for a little while longer," she admitted. She shifted, looking around at the club. The place still seemed off-putting, still seemed less like somewhere she wanted to be. Yet the man had asked, and Emma figured it would have been impolite, yes, that was it, it was manners. Emma smiled at Kale, trying to think of a polite direction to take for the conversation.
"Is the club staying long?" she asked. Probably not a question Kale could answer, really, but she was fishing at this point. It was either that or start asking Kale personal questions, and somehow, Emma got the feeling that simply wasn't allowed, and would most certainly be frowned upon.
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Kale smiled as she was being polite but he could tell this was not going anywhere near where he would like it to go and having a feeling that she would enjoy his idea he said. "It should be staying for another week or so." He then stood up and took her hand. Pulling her out of the booth and not telling her where he was taking her he moved through the dance floor quickly, his grip on her hand tight as he was not going to lose her and he moved before opening a door and then they were alone in a quite hallway, though the music of the club could be heard thumping faintly and he continued to lead her down the hallway before he entered a room and closed it, locking it. Before she could say anything, Kale moved her to a wall and pushed her against it gently and placed a strong kiss to her lips. His tongue demanding entrance into her mouth and his hands rested on her hips as his tongue finally got into her mouth and explored her tongue as well as her mouth, despite this he was remaining in complete control of the kiss before he broke it and took and deep breath and said nothing. His hand slid under her leather dress and went right to her pussy, rubbing it roughly and he said. "You are going to be such a fun little girl, Emma. Just relax and enjoy it, your body has been craving the strong touch of a dominant all your life." He said as he wanted her to think about his words and to realize they were true.
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Another week or so, which meant that Emma could possibly invite friends or at least have someone confirm that the place actually existed. She wasn't sure she really wanted to come back here, ever. There was something about the place that set her nerves on edge, made her squirm in her seat. That squirming only increased whenever Kale showed her attention.
Now, he moved to take her hand, nearly pulling her out of the seat. Emma protested, but she followed, wondering where exactly he was taking her. Questions rose to her mind, and she even opened her mouth a time or two to ask. Yet they never quite came out. Instead, she watched, noting the various people, who had started engaging in activities that were more and more sensual. Emma passed a pair of women who were feeling one another's bodies quite intently, their kiss showing tongue as their hands bared skin and played with tender bits. A woman was giving a man a various obvious blowjob, while he pulled at her pulled up hair. Perhaps the worst for Emma was having people stare at her, admiring the beauty encased in leather: a package wrapped for their friend Kale to enjoy.
Into a room, and then, Emma started to grow nervous. She started protesting, but any protests were smothered by a kiss, one that seized her lips and burned with passion. A tongue entered the sweet mouth, and Emma found herself reacting, the sheer sensuality guiding her more than mind or conscious. The hands were sliding along the leather, and she could feel him along her hot skin. within moments, it had slid underneath the leather, pressing against the lacy panties the girl wore. Emma yelped and broke away, her hands going to touch the hand within her.
"What? I don't--I don't even know what you're talking about!" insisted Emma. She'd suspected, and she'd found herself unwillingly following him. But this? She turned, looking toward the door, trying to think of a way of leaving. Emma was growing panicked, her eyes flicking around, noticing the room and widening as she realized what it was, where she was.
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He smiled as she followed so perfectly and she even reacted to the kiss and when she broke it and moved from him he smiled and said. "Emma, don't kid yourself. A celebrity like you doesn't have much time to herself and besides, I know that somewhere deep in you, you enjoy my control, my confidence only arouses you." He said and he stepped to her quickly, once again pinning her up on the wall and his hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her panties softly and slowly while his free hand went into her hair and grabbed it tightly. His lips once more planted themselves onto hers and his tongue slid into her mouth as he kissed her so deeply while he held her by her hair and his hand on her panties began to move quicker, applying more pressure to her needy loins. His eyes locked onto hers through the kiss and the hand in her hair made it so she could not break it until he decided to. Which he only did when he felt her running out of air. He broke the kiss and said. "See, your already getting wet." He teased her even though he barely felt anything other than the material of her panties, but he hoped he would bring it to her attention and she would feel the growing arousal in the pit of her stomach.
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It was true that Emma certainly didn't have much in the way of time to tend to her own needs. The confidence part was undeniable: Emma had felt drawn to that from the first meeting. But control? Emma shook her head, trying to deny that. He pressed against her, and once more a hand rose between her legs. The Brit tried to close them tight, only to succeed in clamping the hand between the two warm thighs. Fingers were rubbing against lace now, grinding against the sex beneath.
His other hand had gone up, pulling back her hair and moving it so their lips once more connected. Emma felt him seize her lips, taking control, seizing her breath. There was no option to move, no resistance that seemed possible, let alone right. Emma tried, tensing her body and pushing against the wall. Escape was not to be hers, and she felt him sucking the air from her, the liplock making her head light, her world spinning. No breaking; held in place. Then he broke, leaving her breathless and panting.
A hand had pressed tight against her sex, teasing the flesh. Yet Emma, surprised and resistant, hadn't quite gotten as wet as Kale might have hoped. She was proving the stereotype of her people quite well: almost not reacting to what he was doing to her. The words, however, hit hard, and she felt a weight of arousal deep within.
"Let me go," she spoke, her voice harsh, yet still breathless. Her head spun, and her body was already beginning to war with her mind, a fight that she wasn't sure she could "win." "Let me go, and I won't press charges."
A threat; what she could manage, despite a heaving chest and a rising temperature.
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He smirked as he continued to tease her with his hand and he said. "I'm not going to let you go, and your not going to press charges. I can feel you getting aroused, I see the blush in your cheeks, I see the look in your eyes, your body is loving my control of it." He said as he decided to go even farther than he was right now and he pulled her hair back, exposing her neck to him. He knew that if she had any submissive in her at all this position would send chills down her spine. After all it was the most submissive pose available, to offer her neck to her dominant completely was to give her dominant her life. He placed kisses on her neck as his hand slid up and then down as his hands now rubbed her flesh softly, her panties resting just below her pussy and he smiled as he continued to rub her exposed cunt now. He knew she was getting hot and bothered, he just needed her body to take over and let him control her.
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The words continued to hammer at Emma, revealing that which she had been struggling to hide. His control was overwhelming, and there was certainly something intoxicating in his motions, in his touch. He jerked her hair back, and Emma gasped as she felt her neck exposed to him. Something primitive kicked in, letting her know that he was, in fact, dominating and taking over. Emma found herself struggling against it, pushing against the wall, but not quite able to leave.
Lips rained kisses upon Emma's neck, and the Brit moaned. Her eyes pinched shut, her breathing shaky as she fought against the mounting feelings. She knew her mind didn't want this, that it was against societal norms and she certainly didn't want the press. She tried shaking her head again, and attempted to push off the wall.
A hand pulled those silken underwear off, baring the tiny slit of a sex to the air. a little tuft of light brown hair just crowned the sex, and Emma looked and felt very vulnerable. His hands sought out her newly bared flesh, and the starlet bit her lip, pushing against him, trying to reject the mounting feelings and seek escape, even as her body grew hotter and hotter.
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Kale smiled as he pulled a moan out of her and he felt her body heating up and he knew he was close to winning this girl as his. He just needed to show her the strength of her orgasm when procured by a dominant of his caliber. He continued to stroke only her soft little labia and rain kisses down on her neck as he wanted nothing more than to feel her juice all over his hand and he stopped the kisses as his mouth moved next to her ear and he spoke softly, letting his warm breath tickle her ear as he said. "Emma, give in, your body loves what I am doing, you have no reason not to obey. The press will not know, this club is exclusive, nobody in hear will dare say a word about what goes on in here. Your body needs this and you need it to, you just do not know. Your lucky, fate has given you to me. To show you what you really are, to show you the pleasure you will find in submitting. For that is what you are, a submissive, no not just a submissive. Your my submissive." He said and placed a kiss on her neck, just below her ear as he pulled her hair back more, making her tilt her head back completely as his fingers slowly slid just the tips of themselves into her and stroked her walls. Wanting and knowing her orgasm will come soon. He hoped his words had the desired effect on her, that she realizes that she is indeed supposed to be his submissive and that if she gives in she will love her life tenfold.
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The fingers played masterfully over Emma's underutilized sex. The girl could feel her hips moving against the fingers, her body seeking out the pleasure that those digits so willingly provided for her. Heat gathered all throughout the woman, as those oft-suppressed emotions and desires were drawn to the surface. Emma could feel her sex moistening, arousal creating the wetness that would allow him entrance into her most secret of places. Kisses kept raining upon her neck, and she felt her head rolling. She didn't deny him, wasn't sure that she could. Instead, she bared more white flesh for his oppressive lips, allowing him to seize her.
Give in. Her body loves it. No reason not to obey. Her body rocked against those words, and Emma could feel her breath coming faster and faster. Her pale skin showed the red of arousal, the flush that came from her body's natural reaction. Again, those hands went between her legs, seeking out the fingers that played so wonderfully against her. Emma's heaving chest seemed to surge against her dress, her breasts nearly begging to be released, but somehow, she felt the confines almost more exhilarating, the sense of control ever present.
A submissive; submit; give in to him; let him draw the sensations and feelings from her. A pull on her hair, and Emma felt her head slide back further, baring the white neck even more to him, completely submissive to his motions. The lips had returned to her neck, kissing her, and she felt the fingers diving deeper into her sex. They would find warmth: soft walls of velvet closing about the digits: wet lips just kissing the digits as they touched her. Emma was already trembling, fighting desperately against her body's urges, knowing it was wrong, not wanting to give in.
"I--" she tried speaking, instead she moaned, her body quivering, her eyelids fluttering, her hips sliding toward him. "I--Please--I--"
Emma didn't even know what to say, but groaned again, feeling her sex growing hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, and she knew his words to be true on some primal level.
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Kale could sense that he was getting close, her body was responding perfectly and he heard the lust in her voice as she could not speak without a moan or a groan escaping from her lips. Kale smiled and as he kept her head pulled back and his fingers stroked the soft warm velvety flesh between her legs he kissed his way back up to her ear and he simply said. "You submit to me. That is what you want to say. I know you do, your body desperately wants your mouth to say that. Know that those words will bring more pleasure than my fingers ever will. But you need to realize that on your own. You need to hear your voice speak those words, to verbally acknowledge your submission. To say aloud that you belong as my submissive." He said as he placed another kiss on her ear and moved back down towards her neck and suckled on her neck and collar bone. His fingers moving slightly deeper into her and he moved carefully towards the area of her g-spot. When he had sunk his entire fingers into her warm core he began to stroke her wall up towards her clitoris and out to him. Wanting to strike that g-spot just right. To show her that he was her master over her body, and if she allowed it, her mind.
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The fingers continued to stroke, drawing more and more wetness from Emma's willing body. Her sex felt as though it were melting: molten hot and beginning to leak with feminine juices. The hips kept moving, kept seeking out those fingers, kept seeking that pleasure. All the while, she could feel his lips pressing against her, kisses of passion, kisses of domination. The girl moaned, she shook her head, she even managed enough to push against the wall, if feebly.
Say aloud that she belonged? Emma shook her head again, her hair starting to get in her way, trapped between lips and marring portions of her face. She could feel him kissing her, suckling her neck, sure to draw red marks upon the white of her flesh. Even as she struggled, both with the arousal and against it, Emma felt the heat flaring within. Sweat was beginning to bead now, and her legs parted further, allowing him greater access. Those fingers dragged along her inner walls, massaging her sex as no man had done before.
Then, his fingers were teasing toward her clit: that tiny bundle of nerves just sticking out. Emma had known of the clitoris in a general sense, but never bothered with it, and her feeble attempts at "lovemaking" certainly hadn't helped her discover something. Nor had any of that touched upon that hidden spot within.
That spot that Kale found.
"Oh goooooood!" cried Emma. Her body jerked and spasmed. Emma's entire form seemed to be moving, quaking and jerking. She arched her back, letting out wordless cry: a sharp, piercing one. Her sex spasmed about fingers, releasing more liquid, nearly anointing those fingers with her juices. Pleasure rippled all throughout her, overwhelming senses and taking full control over her fine form. The girl could do nothing except ride it out, moaning, groaning, even outright screaming at the intense pleasure called forth by Kale's masterful manipulations.
As it subsided, Emma felt her vision swim, completely overcome by the intensity of the orgasm, unable to move or to really think: she simply slumped against the wall, nearly falling completely.
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Kale smiled as his master manipulation of Emma's sex brought about probably the most powerful orgasm of her entire life. Kale slid his fingers out of her slowly and he just stroked her delicate and sensitive sex as it spewed its juice down her legs. Kale smiled and held her up from her body collapsing with the hand in her hair as well as the hand stroking her sensitive delicate pussy. He leaned in and placed strong firm kisses on her neck as he went to her ear and said. "That is what a dominant brings to a submissive. Pleasure that is indescribable. Pleasure that you will never experience outside of your dominant's hand and body. It is obvious to me and to the other trained submissives and dominants in this club that you are a submissive and that your my submissive. You will find that no other man can do what I did as quickly and as decisively as me. I know your body better than you. All I need is for you to give me your mind and your love. Be my submissive and you will have no regrets about anything at all." He said as his fingers continued to stroke her and to hold her head back and her neck exposed. Kale desperately wanted this girl to realize her true nature, to see that she was indeed meant to be his submissive.
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The fingers left, and Emma could feel hot liquid upon her thighs and legs. His hands moved to hold her up, to brace her, and another began stroking her. Kale stroked Emma not as a person did to another, but like you would a possession, a pet that you happened to dote upon and love more than the rest. He leaned forward, and Emma felt more kisses upon her neck. Her resistance was gone, burned away by an intense climax.
Intense pleasure; Emma was a submissive. The girl still wanted to deny it, felt her mind resist and recoil from the idea. But her body wanted more, craved it. Her head was already moving before she could fully comprehend the action: nodding its acceptance of her new role. She would behis, if the reward for being so was to get more pleasure exactly like that. He knew her body, and now his fingers were returning.
Hips moved to fingers, a neck lolled, and the starlet moaned, a moan of half desperation, half despair. There was no pulling back, and Emma didn't think she would even if the option had become available to her. Kale not only had her wherehewanted her, but where Emma wanted to be.
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Kale saw her head nod as she accepted her position and then her head rolled with his kisses and her pussy moved with his fingers and he knew then and there that she was his and that he could leave and she would be back as soon as he invited her back. Kale kissed her neck once more and then whispered into her ear. "Emma, my submissive, I want you to wear a necklace, that shows all you belong to me, It is usually a collar, but in your line of work I doubt you could wear a collar, so this necklace will be your reminder of my fingers on your body, of the pleasure and control your dominant has over you." He said as he gave her pussy a soft pat before reaching into his back pocket and putt a silver dog tag like necklace around her neck and on the tag it simply said. Kale's good girl, and then listed some of Kale's information such as his phone number and the time to contact him. Kale smiled and then said. "Also, tonight before you sleep you will shave this tuft of hair." He said as his hand returned to her nether region and he played with the small bit of hair above her slit and then he removed his hand and added. "Lastly, I want you to purchase two things for me. A vibrator and an anal plug." He said and then delivered another kiss to her neck and slowly released her hair, letting her head fall back to it's initial position.
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More kisses, more movements, and Emma could only groan. He kissed her upon the neck, a kiss that felt like a finishing move, then whispered words into her ear. Emma, still dazed, still panting from her orgasm, could only nod. Whatever he said; she was going to obey. At least, that was how it would go for now. Besides, his explanation made sense: it might look like a collar, so this is a necklace of some kind.
Emma felt a slight pat, one that made her yelp and jerk again. Soon, something was enclosing around her neck, cinching tight. Emma recognized it, having seen such things on animals time and time again. She'd seen it on a few humans too, though she barely remembered that now. Her glazed brown eyes flicked down, seeing it, seeing the tag glistening there. She reached for it, seeing that it didn't even have her name, but instead a statement of ownership. This made Emma squirm; she wasn't sure she really... but she remembered the sexual tension, the great climax he'd wrought upon her body.
It had been so splendid.
More orders were soon coming, along with a pat to her sex, one that made her cry out. The girl nodded, agreeing. She would shave; she would find a way to purchase such things. Emma wasn't even entirely certain why she agreed, only that it seemed like the best course of action. Agree, and receive the reward. It made sense. She had to do what made sense.
"Should I come back to the club tomorrow?' asked Emma, not sure. No, she shook her head; she shouldn't want this at all. Her mind was just so addled, so confused...
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Kale smiled as she nodded and then when she asked if she should come to the club tomorrow kale smiled and said simply. "No, only come when you are invited. You have a few more trials before you get to come back here." He said and delivered a soft kiss to her lips and he said. "Goodbye, my submissive. Do not fret, you will be invited shortly. There are just things I need to do." He said and then his hands left her body and he was gone. He had turned and walked away from her, leaving her alone in the room. He had gone out to the main dance floor and from there straight to the exit. He did not want her to find him. Wanted her to feel like his, by following in his footsteps and obeying his every desire.
Kale let two days go by without sending her anything or her invite before he left a small black box at work and inside the box was a black gown similar to the dress she wore, but more revealing and much much less material, there was a note on top of it that read. "Your dress for your next visit." It was simply signed, your one and only dom. Kale had hoped she knew that she was to wear this the next time and then he waited two more days before he sent her his invite for that night. There were special instructions with the invite that said. "Bring what you were told to get."
Kale was sitting in his booth that night waiting for her to come to the club and to show him how good of a girl she was for him.
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Only come when invited. Emma felt the urge to resist rising up again at those words, as though he controlled her life. Kale silenced her with a kiss though, and a promise that she would be invited soon enough. Without another word, he departed, leaving a dazed Emma still sitting there, uncertain as to what to do. It would be some time till she managed to pick herself off the ground and begin a slow, steady walk toward the exit.
For a while, Emma wasn't sure that what happened had even really happened, that she'd submitted to a strange, dark man in a club and he'd brought her to new heights of pleasure. She'd shot the next day, removing the "necklace" only for shots. For some reason, Emma felt like wearing the necklace. Perhaps it was a reminder, perhaps it was his work worming its way into her brain. Regardless, she simply dismissed it as a new quirk. Less so was her decision to purchase an anal plug and a vibrator, though the latter was certainly fun to play with. Stranger still, she followed through with the order about her nether regions, making them as smooth as the day she was born.
For a while, Emma nearly forgot it happened, especially as Kale hadn't sent word. In fact, she'd even begun to wear the collar less and less, even going without it for most of the second day. Then, she received the package, opened it, and stared. He wanted her to...? Emma shook her head, put it away, and tried to put it out of her mind. The next day though, she had the collar on again, and fingered the tag quite often.
Then the invite came, on that day. Emma stared at it, considering. No one would know; he'd promised. The pleasure had been intense. But a submissive? No, she knew she wasn't that. She should go though, to see if she truly was what he said. A little experiment. Obey his orders to get a little closer; that was all. Should be simple.
That could almost be said of the dress. Emma had put on her makeup: dark circles to make her eyes pop, a touch of lipstick, and her light brown hair flowing out around her. Then, she'd attempted the dress, and had some difficulty. For one thing, it was clear it attached to the collar, with a pair of chains extending from what could only be called "breast coverings" to the collar proper. A buckle around the front kept the two together, as well as pushing up Emma's cleavage. Neither breast was fully covered by the confining, reflective black dress: nearly half of each orb was exposed. It looked as though someone had taken a chunk from the dress as well. For while it clung to Emma's left side, it also bared a good portion of her white abdomen, from an inch to the left of her belly button, all the way around her right. A pair of buckles held it together on the right side, baring pale thigh beneath. There would be no panties with this garment, and no real shifting either. Though the dress clung like a second skin, Emma was still aware that a shift in either direction would bare her newly shaven slit.
The heart-stoppingly sexy actress arrived at the club, and this time, heads turned. One woman approached quickly, only to reach up and read the collar. She laughed, gave Emma a slap to the ass, and pointed deeper into the club. The Brit swallowed, clutching the purse that held the plug and the vibrator, and she sauntered toward Kale, uncertain as to why she was there or what she hoped would happen next.
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Kale saw the girl approach his new possession and he was pleased that the collar worked and Emma was pointed deeper into the club and to his booth when she arrived at his booth Kale said nothing but he stood and moved to her. His hand tracing her jawline as his eyes started at her eyes before letting her see his eyes shift down over her body and they went over her body, going all the way down her thighs and then back up to her eyes before he gave a small nod and then turned her around, her ass now facing him and he spent another minute analyzing her from the back before he spun her to face him and motioned for her to sit in the booth and kale sat next to her this time, his hand resting on her bare thigh as the dress rode up when she sat. Kale couldn't help but smirk and he moved her hair out of her ear for him and placed a kiss on her ear and said softly. "Welcome back, my girl. I trust you obeyed me to the letter?" He asked as his hand continued to slowly rub her barren thighs and he hoped that she had indeed done everything he wished of her and he was going to bring her to quite a few orgasms tonight. He was going to pound it into her head that she was his toy. He knew all the right buttons to push for her. Kale was ruthless as the hand on her thigh slipped under the dress and rubbed her slit, feeling no hair he smiled and said. "Good job, you have shaved." He said and then two fingers slipped into her pussy and immediately went to her g-spot. Stroking it and sending waves of pleasure through her. Wanting her to cum for him right now at his booth before they went to the back room and he truly exploited his new toy.
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Kale was there, and he stared at Emma as though someone had presented him with his favorite toy. Then again, that was what she was to him, wasn't it? Emma swallowed, her hands flexing about the purse. She wished she was wearing more clothing; never had she felt more exposed. In fact, the clingy dress was worse than prancing about naked, especially as it kept dragging against Emma's recently bared sex, causing friction that she really didn't want.
He motioned, made her move, and Emma again felt like a prize on display for someone. The clinging black latex outlined a wonderfully pert ass, curving around to grip the slim curves beautifully. All he'd need to do is shift slightly to see the bits that most would care for, and that fact alone made Emma squirm, memories arising.
"What? Yes, I have everything," said Emma. She pressed her legs together, fighting against the flaring up that had occurred when Kale spoke. She wasn't a submissive, that was why she was here, to prove otherwise. Emma hadn't exactly figured out how being here did that, but she knew it to be true.
Kale was already motioning for her to sit, and Emma had slid next to him without thinking. Her dress rose slightly, baring a creamy bit of thigh. She tried to tug it down, but soon found his hands traveling over her instead. The fingers touched the smooth thigh, finding the skin hairless and prepared for him. Fingers almost immediately went to her sex, delving between the tight lips and pressing. Emma gasped, gripping the table, her head swaying forward. The fingers seemed driven to find a spot within Emma, and she felt pure waves of pleasure coursing through her. Almost immediately, her sex grew wet, hot, obviously needy for his touch. The tenderness of it had only been amplified by the shaving, the sensations all the more powerful.
"Stop," she moaned, her voice throaty and full. "People will see us."
Though she doubted many were looking, beyond those that were simply entranced by the sight of Emma, writhing and wearing what she was. Even then, there were other beauties to behold as well, some not wearing collars of ownership yet.
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Kale smiled as she sat for him and she sat oh so prettily for her dominant and he said nothing to his submissive as he played with her pussy and he began his hunt for her g-spot and he continued his hunt until he felt the tight ball of nerves and he quickly began to rub it softly. Continually striking the soft ball of nerves and he wondered if he would be able to make Emma cum even faster than her previous visit. When she told Kale to stop he chuckled softly and pushed against the spot now, no longer stroking it but actually pushing against it, applying pressure to it and then removing the pressure, only to apply it once more. He continued this cycle as he said. "Emma, don't say such lies. You don't want me to stop, your loving this. Think about all the people that get to see your dominant making complete use of his submissive. Think of all the jealousy of the other submissives that my fingers are giving you and only you their attention while they have to have some other, weaker, and less popular dominant control them. That you are a lucky submissive that gets to have the attention of the most experienced and strong dominate in the entire club." He said as he continued to push against her g-spot, wanting her to have a body rocking orgasm right here in his booth and he said. "Emma, I'm glad you shaved for me, the feel of my submissives skin is so much better now. Though do me a favor and put your toys on the table. I want to see what a dirty girl you really are." He teased her and waited for her to obey, his hand never ceasing it's pounding.
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Kale might as well have been pressing a "make Emma cum" button. She could feel him jabbing and releasing on something, some tender bundle of nerves, and almost immediately, her sex began the spasming. She bit her lip, fighting against it. Her grip on the table made her knuckles turn white, and her hips slid so much that she nearly left the seat completely. Words fluttered around Emma's brain, but she barely heard them, let alone listened to what Kale had to say.
Instead, she was biting her lip, curling inward. Her lower half was trembling, the walls of her sex convulsing around invading fingers. The actress nearly bent double over the table, struggling to breathe, let alone do much more than that. She truly was in the hands of a master seducer, and her breathless state of pure arousal attested to that. The girl moaned, low, throaty, and almost too deep to hear. Her sex trembled, her body jerked, her head flying back, baring the collar clad throat. A tremble, a release, and juices would coat the sex, drizzle onto the seat and add a slight layer to the bottom of the dress. The climax was intense, powerful, almost painful, but blissfully short, and Emma was soon panting on the table, her hair splayed, her brown eyes already beginning to glaze.
She swallowed, her eyes rolling toward him as her brain tried to process his request. Something about the toys on the table or something. Emma struggled to shake her head, even began pushing on the table. Exactly what she hadn't wanted to happen was happening. She had to get away. Soon. Now.
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He smiled as she came and he saw her muscles tense and he pulled his fingers free from her cunt and he was quick. His cum covered hand went into her hair and grabbed tightly. Securing her next to him and he placed a soft kiss on her neck all the way up to her lips and then he kissed her lips. Pulling her tongue into his mouth and playing with it as he kept her tongue captive in his mouth before he felt her squirm and he knew she was out of air, he only then released tongue and gave her open mouth a possessive lick before he smiled and he said. "Emma, show me your toys. I want to see that you have completely obeyed your dominant." He said as he looked over her and he continued to keep her in his booth with a firm grip in her hair and he smiled as he could smell her arousal as she was still catching her breath and in need.
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Hands gripped Emma's hair, and she gasped, feeling herself jerk again. More kisses rained upon her neck, the hot bits of contact working their way up till his lips seized hers again. Emma moaned into the kiss, feeling her eyes flutter again. A tongue snaked against her lips, parting the willing bits of flesh till her own tongue was pulled forth. The muscles dueled for some time, and Emma felt her body rocking against it, that post-orgasmic bliss making her remarkably pliant.
The kiss continued for some time, depriving Emma of air. Her head, already light, began to grow nearly dizzy, her moans turning more breathless. Then, he released her, and she lay there, panting and feeling as though she were about to melt off the couch. She could feel the wetness around her thighs, still feel bits of air against her shaven sex, the slightest breeze making her tremble.
There was a lick, and a firm grip, but Emma merely trembled. Her body almost ached, and she had this feeling that something else, something more could be done to her. She opened her eyes, looking at her dominant, no, not that, looking at Kale, seeing Kale. She pinched her eyes shut, then shook her head, almost violently. Her hands were clenched at her side, the purse still sitting right next to her. Yet she wouldn't, couldn't move.
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Kale saw the effect he had on the girl as he eyes were closed as she regained herself and then he saw her eyes move up to him and look into his eyes. He smiled and was pleased with what he saw. He knew he had her. Those eyes were one of a submissive. She looked up at him as so many had before in the past. Would she be able to handle his control and his desires or would she to fail. Kale let her regain her composure and then he noticed how she clenched her hands and he wondered why. His free hand moved to her leg and rubbed her leg softly as he leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear as his hand rubbed dangerously close to her pussy. Kale loved the feeling of the bare and freshly shaven flesh of her upper thigh. She was silky smooth and he could only imagine it wrapped around his waist. Kale then smiled and decided to do just that. He shifted in closer to her and then using his other hand he gave her pussy a soft stroke and then wrapped his hand around her ass. Flipping her over and onto him, one leg on either side of his lap and her ass planted firmly in his crotch as he delivered a kiss to the underside of her chin. A spot that could only be accessed in this position and he then kissed her lips once more as he kept his grip in her hair and said. "Emma, open your eyes. Embrace it, I know you know this is where you belong, right here in your dominants lap. Look around, look at all the submissive eyes on you jealous your in my lap and then look at the dominants and see their jealousy that you have chosen to be mine." He said and delivered another kiss to her underside of her chin and waited for her obedience to begin.
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It felt as though Kale's hands were tied to Emma's sexual parts and desires. They shifted, and her body, hyper-aware and hyper-sensitive, felt him trail near her sex. She stiffened, her hands going toward her waist as though to stop him, but something kept her from prying him away. Instead, she wound up biting her lip, fighting the urge to squeal as his hands played near her shaven slit, teasing the already dripping area, still far too sensitive from the orgasm he'd drawn out of her moments before. It was becoming all too clear why Kale had wanted Emma shaved: her bared skin felt everything so much greater and sharper than otherwise, and it was making her even more malleable to his touch.
A hand gripped Emma's tight ass, pulling her, making her cry out in surprise. He slid her body onto him, forcing her to straddle him: a leg on either side of him. The tiny black dress stretched up, sliding up and baring Emma's naked lower half to the air. That pure white ass was showing now, with black latex just showing above it, a little golden insignia almost seeming to taunt. She could feel the air touching her completely bared sex, and it made her tremble, her hands trying to adjust the dress and failing miserably.
Kisses came next, and Emma trembled. Her terrified brown eyes were sweeping all around her, but she made no movements, nothing beyond a little trembling. He insisted she was in her rightful place, and Emma's body agreed; oh, how it wanted him to work more of his magic upon her, even to cast greater spells. That thick cock would plunge into her tight sex, feel the walls of velvet clamp about it as the lithe girl came upon him. Emma tried to close her eyes, her breathing deep, but for the first time, no refusals came from her mouth. It was simply too hard to fight it at that moment; too difficult.
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Kale's hands continued to roam over his pet's body and her pale white flesh. Kale loved how she remained stationary in his lap, her eyes shut tight and her body clearly pleased with it's position and her mind seemed to be struggling, but there were no spoken words. It was quite clear that she was indeed becoming submissive and he leaned into her once more. Delivering another strong kiss to her ear and whispering. "Emma, do as your dominant wants, look around the club, see those jealous eyes of dominant and submissive alike. Take pride that you are the submissive to one of the strongest dominants in this entire club." He whispered in her ear and delivered another kiss to her ear before smiling and moving his mouth away from her, although he grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger and made her tilt her head down. He moved his lips and met her there, one hand slid between her legs and stroked the soft slit there as his lips locked onto hers, pulling her lips open and letting his tongue slid into her mouth and control her as one hand teased her sensitive cunt and the other kissed her. He continued the kiss until he felt a tear roll down her cheek and land on his. Only then did he break the kiss and allow her to breath. He looked at her and said. "Emma, tell your dominant that you are his and you want nothing more than to be in his lap." He said softly, but with a firm and unwavering tone of confidence.
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Hands continued to rove Emma's body, as if guided to all her most sensitive areas. She squirmed into his touch, her inflamed body seeking out those fingers. His barest touch seemed to leave a trail of fire underneath Emma's skin, reminding her of her own sensuality, of the promises of delights that lay in wait for both of them. Orders penetrated that haze, and Emma found herself obeying reflexively.
A few were staring, to be sure. Dominants looked with hungry eyes, taking in Emma's flesh, the white skin bared to the air and to their eyes. Each one of them wanted nothing so much as to see this girl kneeling before them, those brown eyes begging for their personal attention and affections. They saw a walking wet dream, one that would cry out and be one of the most delightful toys they'd ever had the pleasure of playing with.
The submissives too saw Emma's beauty, but they looked more toward Kale. his prowess was the stuff of legend, and it only made sense that he would have a legendary beauty writhing on his lap, her sex leaking onto his body. Those submissives tried to look on their masters, to obey commands, but eyes kept sliding to the two hottest people in the club.
Kale soon pulled her in, his lips seizing hers in a passionate kiss that made her head spin. His talented fingers continued to play at her overheated sex, finding that arousal and teasing her, making her squirm all the more. The kiss deepened, drawing in Emma's tongue and making her writhe all the more. He pulled away, and she panted, her eyes staring at his.
"I am my dominant's, and I want nothing more than to be in his lap," she intoned, not sure where the words came from. It was like when she acted: she said the script, played the character, and enjoyed her role.
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Kale watched as Emma reacted marvelously to his touches, his kisses, his attention. Her body moved to his touches, he knew she was eager to obey and she was eager to move to him and obey. He was winning over and slowly provoking the inner submissive out of this famous Hollywood actress. He would end tonight with a much more solid command. Something riskier, though something he knew she would obey. She was his submissive now, she could not deny it. Granted she was clearly not of sound mind, but he had not drugged her and she did not have a single glass of wine here. He heard her say she was his and that she wanted nothing more than to be in his lap and that brought a small chuckle to his lips as she just regurgitated the command and so he decided to be a bit rough with her. The teasing hand gave a firm spank to her cunt and then leaned in and said. "What is the name of your dominant? Why do you want to be in his lap. Explain to your dominant in detail how he makes you feel and why your his." He commanded and gave her ear another kiss and his hand went right back to her slit and teased the flesh only once. Going from her clitoris to the end before sliding off to the left and stroking her inner thigh slowly and teasingly. He wanted to hear her speak and to see if she was sane enough to recall this or if he had produced too great of a high in his manipulating of her body.
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The spank made Emma jerk. There had been a sharp pain, a pain in an area that had never felt something like that. It made her mind snap into place, clarity descending upon her. Emma's sex still burned, though now that feeling had become a mixture of both pleasure and pain. Her hips still moved, and arousal still showed itself on her form, adding a flush to the perfect white of her skin. Those lips parted slightly, taking in panting breaths as her mind processed commands.
"Kale," she said, reciting. Her eyes blinked again, her mind trying to process. This was much harder, not repeating lines but actually speaking. Improv. "I want to be on his lap because he knows what to do to me," she said, swallowing after. The words sounded strange to her, spoken in that crisp accent with that familiar voice. She continued: "His hands feel great against me, making me squirm and want to know more. I'm his because he knows my body, knows it better than I do."
Emma swallowed again, still not quite believing that she had just said this. She still felt a disconnect, as though she were no longer quite herself. Yet her body felt him, had felt that kiss and the teasing of her slit yet again. Those teasing hands made her move toward him, always seeking his touch, seeking more.
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When he saw her gasp he knew that the smack had brought her back to the real world and he saw it in her eyes, they were aware and looking at him, not in a haze as before and he watched her body and he saw her struggle to formulate words. He knew that it would be hard for her and he wanted her to be fully committed to being a good submissive. She would need respect, but first she must understand that she is indeed a submissive. Kale's hands stopped where they were and just rested on her flesh as he placed a hard kiss against her lips and said against them. "You are my submissive. You Emma Watson, are my submissive and you know that. Tell your dominant that you know that you are my submissive and you want to please your dominant because you need his attention and his touch. That is why your his submissive, isn't it?" He said as he removed his hands from her body completely to hopefully bring attention to how her body ached for his touch and he hoped that by making her say she was his submissive he would bring her to realize that she was indeed his bitch. His and only his to play with and command. He knew that their next meeting would be on set and not in the club. He would slowly merge the submission she got in his lap in these booths and the feeling of seeing him approach her in public into one unanimous feeling of complete desire to earn his attention.
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The hands stopped moving. Emma jerked for a moment, not quite believing it. Why would he do that? Why would he stop doing what was causing her so much pleasure and delight? Her hips moved, almost ground against him, desperate for more attention. Emma bit back a whimper, forcing her attention upon him. Without his touch to distract her, Emma could focus fully now. However, her arousal roared at her. It almost felt as though she were about to burst into flames.
"I am Kale's submissive," she said, again feeling the words come. She bit her lip after saying that, not quite believing it. Yet her body craved that touch, she wanted this, wanted to see what he would do to her, what pleasures he would bring out in her body. "I want to please him, to please you," she said. Another swallow, her voice becoming steadier, if still raspy. "I need his attention and touch. Please."
She squirmed again, not even realizing it. The girl forced herself to remain still, her eyes locked on him. The girl could express much with her eyes, the benefit of years of training, and now her eyes lent credence to her truth. Her mind might yell at her, insisting that she was bucking society, that this was entering a realm of depravity that would not be in her best interest, but all that was overwhelmed by feeling and desire. That was what took hold and made Emma Watson confess and submit to the powerful man that held her now, and it was what would make her crave him all the more.
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Kale listened to her as she squirmed in his lap and he saw that she was addicted entirely to his touch and he could not wait till after this meeting when he came to her set. How would she react to him in a public environment. How would she behave when there were no other submissives around. Kale listened to her and he heard her speak and he knew that she was only attached to him because he was a master at control and knew just where to push to bring her body to the ultimate climax. He leaned in as he breathed against her ear. His hot breath teasing her as his hand patted her inner thigh and then slid quickly to her cunt and then two fingers slid into her and his thumb gyrated against her clitoris. His fingers moved back and forth, rubbing against each other. Almost beckoning the juice inside Emma out of her body. Kale smiled and kissed her ear as he said. "My submissive's pussy is so wet, so needy. She looks so beautiful with a dripping wet cunt as she sits on her dominant's lap." He said as he continued to finger her and his other hand moved up and to her neck, embracing it slightly as if he was choking her, but only lightly squeezing. Hoping that the control will arouse her more and he delivered another kiss and he said. "Does my submissive want to show me how well she can dance? How well she can move her body to please her dominant?" He asked as his fingers and hands continued to torment her.
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Hot breath teased Emma's ear, making the girl tremble. No sooner had that sensation wafted over her body when another accompanied it. The hands that had teased her thighs moved light lightning, diving two fingers into her tight, wet sex. Emma arched against the hands, her hips rising off Kale's lap. She felt the fingers push into her, the walls spreading in a welcome embrace. A thumb touched a bundle of nerves, and Emma quaked again, a spurt of juices rewarding his efforts. Kale did indeed seem to know precisely how to coax juices from the girl's body, willing or not.
The fingers shifted, moving within, making Emma's hips move with them. Again that flush of arousal returned, tinging the pure white skin with that pinkish rouge. They rubbed against one another, and pushed against those tight walls, drawing more throaty moans from the trembling girl. Her head lolled back, and lips pressed against her ear, words soon following. A hand moved to her neck, stopping her from lolling too far back, almost choking her. The control felt delicious, mixed with everything else, and brought another unplanned tremble.
"What? Yes," breathed Emma, her mind again returning to that swirl, not quite grasping her situation as the sensations overwhelmed conscious thought. "I want to show you how well I can... dance."
Emma blinked, confusion piercing the arousal for a moment. Dance how? What did he have in mind. She trembled again, gasping as she felt a bolt of arousal leave her. His touch felt so good, far better than she'd ever thought a man's touch could feel...
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Kale saw her body twirl and shake in his lap and he saw the spurt of juice from her pussy at his fingers teasing and he was pleased as well as satisfied in this girl's pussy and his ability to control it. He watched her body as it shook and moved and writhed with his hands and when she said she wanted to show him how well she could dance he caught a hint of confusion and felt the need to control more as he squeezed her neck and his hand slid from her pussy and he kissed her ear and said. "If you dance well, you will get those fingers again, maybe for a while if you really impress your dominant." He said as he kissed her ear and then kissed his way down her face and to her lips. He placed a firm kiss to her lips and once again held it until he felt her run out of breath. When he broke the kiss and she gasped for air, he replaced his lips with his juice covered fingers and let her lick him clean before pulling out and then he stood, his powerful hands grabbing her hips as he set her down and then by grabbing her hand he moved her out onto the dance floor of the club as he moved her in front of him, his hands sliding to her hips and then he bent over her and said. "Show your dominant how well you can dance." He teased.
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A squeeze, a kiss, and it all earned a tremble from the girl. Her lips parted, gasping, her eyes locked onto his, struggling to understand and process. The highly intelligent Miss Watson knew full well how to act, and her mind easily processed the commands, much as she would when doing a scene. Dance, and maybe he'd pleasure her again. Another kiss, and soon their lips were meeting, Emma's far more yielding and wanting than she would have expected.
She gasped again as they pulled, and found fingers replacing them. Without thinking, her lips closed about them, tasting the sharp tang of her own arousal upon those digits. Her lips slid off, almost popping as the fingers left her lips glistening. He stood; she stood with him, jerking her dress down so that it once more covered her ass and sex, if just barely. They moved to the dance floor, the music pounding in Emma's ears.
Suddenly she felt much more exposed, reserved, almost shy. His hands moved to her hips, and she heard the command. Dance for him. Her hips moved almost immediately, swaying to the music. The girl had practiced ballet, and had the grace that came with such practice. Yet it didn't quite translate now, and she mostly relied upon sensuality as she moved. her hands explored herself as her hips swayed, and she pressed against him, nearly writhing. She tossed her hair, the brunette curls bouncing along her neck, while those eyes took him in, practically eye fucking him. An undulation waved through her body, making Emma shake, her abs even rippling with the effort. She swayed, moving so her back pressed against him, grinding as she danced to the music, letting it, and the others around her, guide her actions.
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Kale saw her body continue to react and he knew he had her and he would have her until he moved on. Which to be honest, he seriously doubted, here he had attained the submission of a beautiful A-list celebrity. Why would he give that up? Why would he feel like going back to messing with the other submissives of the club. He knew that if Emma did not stay with him that many submissives would be at his booth begging for his attention and control. But Emma's innocence to this world kept him attracted and that was what mattered. He smiled as she moved so easily with him and obeyed so easily until told to dance. He felt hesitation and he moved his hands against her hips. Rubbing in small circles as he looked at her and he saw those brown eyes. They were locked on him and moved over him. It was clear to him that she was eye fucking him hard and he smiled at her and let her. He knew that if she ever earned more than his fingers she would be in heaven. He would not be surprised if he outlasted her. Something extremely uncommon in the natural world, since men were so sensitive to sex and pleasure. As Emma danced he began a system. His hands became lighter and moved towards her lower back when he wasn't pleased with a motion, but when she did something well he pressed harder and slid his hands towards her crotch. With the system in place, Kale taught Emma how to dance for him. Kale was pleased, but he wanted something dirtier, he wanted Emma to practically beg him with her dance moves to fuck her right there on the floor.
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Emma kept moving to the music, dancing as sensuously as she knew how. It took her a little while to recognize what Kale was doing with his touches. The first time those fingers lingered on her back, Emma was nearly confused. However, as she moved and saw them drift closer to her craving sex, she pretty well figured out what he was doing. Her hips swayed, moving in a manner most enticing. She shifted, keeping her hands along him, practically rubbing against him as she moved along. Her motions became less dancing, and more grinding against him in time with the music.
Breathing hard, the celebrity moved through the music. She rubbed herself against her dominant, especially moving to grind her hips against his leg. Another shift, so that her back was to him. Those hips moved in circles, the ass seeming to flex, just barely contained by that risque latex. Emma pressed herself against him, that same ass once more flexing, this time as it rubbed against Kale's body.
Her head shifted to look over her shoulder, those eyes again piercing into him, demanding attention, insisting that this was what he wanted, and what would lead them to the pleasure Emma was seeking.
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As she moved he smiled as she figured out what his hands were doing and he let her experiment and as she danced less and ground her body into him more he slid his hands closer to her crotch. Finally she gave up dancing and just moved her body against his in time to the music. He smiled and his hands went to her crotch and pressed against the latex. Applying pressure as he ground his hands into her crotch, forcing her to push her ass into him more. He continued to move with her and let her grind into him for a while. He watched as she glanced over her shoulder and caught her gaze. It was clear what she wanted and he gave her a soft nod and leaned into her. Kissing her neck and saying. "My submissive is being good. She will get the attention she wants and more." He teased as he lifted her dress up just a bit. Barely enough to reveal her dripping sex to any onlookers, but his hand went straight to her slit and gave it a slow stroke before removing his hand and keeping them just resting against her crotch he moved her, her ass pressed to him and her legs between his.
He walked back over to the booth and when they arrived he smirked and patted her crotch before giving her neck a soft kiss and then he sat down and patted his lap. He looked at her and let her mount his lap slowly. When she finally did he only smirked at her and his hands went to her hips and rubbed as he motioned for a waitress to come over and he ordered a bottle of champagne for them. He then returned all of his attention on his girl as she was now sweaty from dancing and arousal.
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The dancing was, in many ways, one of the most exciting things Emma had ever done. She could feel eyes upon her, as she ground against the handsome, domineering man in the middle of the club. The thin layers of latex did little to cover their bodies or prevent the feel of friction between them; if anything, it served to enhance all the sensations. Emma's tight nipples were already poking against the latex, forming little peaks in the fabric, emphasized all the more by her breathing. Again, she felt that this outfit sexualized her more than she would have been if she'd danced naked.
A glance was earned with a kiss on the neck. Emma's head lolled, that beautiful hair shifting to bare more of her white neck to him. The black collar stood out all the sharper against her skin, with bits of red showing where Kale had showered a little more attention. The chains were the only other thing marring her bared shoulders, again seeming only to emphasize the body they helped contain.
As hands lifted her dress, Emma gasped. She felt the cool air of the club again kissing her sex. her hands immediately went down, seizing the fabric, almost touching his. Protests and attempts to stop quickly vanished as a finger touched the overexcited area, making the girl tremble, falling back into Kale, her ass pressing tight against him.
Kale walked them over to their seat. Another exchanged kiss, and soon Emma was straddling the man again. She shifted, feeling a flush darkening her face. The dress again rolled slightly, lifting to show the bottom of her sex and the barest edge of that taut ass. Emma shifted again, trying to get comfortable and tug the dress down, though the motions were sporadic as Kale continued to tease her. Sweat had indeed slickened Emma's skin, and bits of her hair kept sticking to it, making her look all the more flushed and aroused.
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Kale smiled as she moved so perfectly as they walked and it was clear she would take any attention he gave her and in the booth he teased her. His hands sliding from her hips to her legs and rubbing her bare legs as she mounted his lap and he looked over her as he said. "Emma, your my submissive aren't you? You love being near your dominant and know that he is your controller and you his submissive?" He asked as he reached over to her bag and pulled out the vibrator that he had requested she bring and he turned it on as he rubbed it between her slick legs. Watching as her juice coated the toy and made it glisten. He smiled as he saw her head roll as he touched the vibrating toy to her body and he continued to tease her with the toy. Touching her slit and running it along her pussy. Never giving her the pleasure of entering her body, only teasing as he used one hand to do so and the other hand moved up her body and cupped her breast as he just realized that her nipples were rock hard and his hand cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple as he said. "Emma, raise your elbows over your head. Get your arms out of the way." He said simply and commanding. He always loved playing with her as he continued to tease her and he said one word as he continued to torture her body and bring out pure pleasure. "Beg."
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Another question of her position? Emma nodded, figuring that she'd said it enough, that everything should be quite evident by now. However, her eyes soon widened in shock as she watched him move toward the bag he'd had her bring along. Soon, the vibrator was out: a slender pink shaft with a few nubs upon it, what the storekeeper had said was the best one for pleasuring newcomers.
It soon went between her legs, making her stiffen. Almost immediately, juices flowed from the girl's sex, adding lubrication tot he toy. Emma shuddered and felt her head move against its own volition, her hips rolling toward the toy, seeking her out. The head of it pressed against her sex, just rolling along the entrance of her sex, never entering her. It felt delicious, fanning the lust within. Emma groaned, bit her lip, and felt her hips seeking it out all the more frantically. A hand went to her breast, squeezing the tight flesh. She saw her nipple slide against the fabric, a ring of its pink just showing at the edge of the skintight black fabric. A finger found it, squeezing it and making her gasp.
Without thinking about it, Emma raised her head. Her arms linked behind her, extending back slightly. This made her chest stand out all the more, bowing her body slightly. The hands continued to tease, the toy especially maddening. "Master," gasped Emma, again not sure where the words were coming from, "Master it feels so good. Aah," she trembled, "please, master, tease me. Let me feel the toy you, mmm, had me buy for you to play with. I'm, ah, ah, your toy, master. Play with me. Plaaay," her hips arched and she trembled, again biting her lip as her hips jerked, a tremor of desire shaking her entire body.
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Kale smiled as Emma moved of her own accord and was deliciously attracted to the toy and it's vibrations. He listened to her as she begged to be played with and when she called him master he knew she was his forever. She had affirmed her position beneath him and he decided that she would not get his cock in her pussy tonight, but she would get to taste her master. He continued to slide the vibrator carefully along her slit for a few more seconds before he saw it glisten in the lights of the club and was clearly coated in her pussy juice. He smiled and said. "That's a good girl Emma. You will use this every night to get yourself sopping wet. Though you will not insert it into you ever. Only your master can play with your innards, they are off limits to you." He said simply as he slid the toy into her pussy now as she was straddling his lap and a toy in her cunt now as he did not pump the toy into her pussy, but instead held the whole toy in her pussy, letting it vibrate her innards as his hand continued to pinch and roll her nipple in his hand as he moved his head to her lips and locked his lips to hers as his tongue slid into her mouth and moved about, licking the inside of her mouth and wrestling with her tongue as he vibrated her cunt and toyed with her nipples. Most of the off duty waiters and waitresses stood off to the distance watching the spectacle of two people completely engrossed in the game and loving every second of it. Kale hoped Emma saw the audience she had and he hoped it made her feel more like his than before.
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The vibrator continued to slide along Emma's almost aching sex. She could feel its gentle hum against her area, and knew that her body was reacting quite well to it. Through the arousal, she could just make out words, commands, orders. Use the vibrator every... every night. Just thinking about that nearly made Emma moan. She barely masturbated as it was, let alone doing it every night, with this toy. Just feeling that thrumming thing against her shaven slit was almost enough to make the girl cry out for joy.
As Emma was about to nod anyway, she felt the toy slide inside her. The girl cried out, her body again arching, that beautiful mane of hair hitting her back. Emma's nether lips had parted before it, easily accepting the toy within. Yet the moment the vibration touched those inner areas, a whole new series of aroused feelings burst within Emma. She jerked her hips toward him, feeling his hand pressing at the entrance. He'd shoved the entire thing inside Emma, every inch of it humming against her body.
Emma's lips parted to cry out, only to find themselves seized by Kale's. A tongue again demanded her attention, taking her own for its slave. Emma's body quaked, that familiar pressure building very quickly within, threatening to burst out of the starlet at any moment. Emma was dimly aware that there were eyes upon her; years of acting giving her the sense of just knowing. But she didn't care. That thrumming toy inside her hit areas that had been untouched, and she'd certainly never felt something like this. The girl was already beginning to stiffen, another orgasm very quickly growing to a peak within her.
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Kale smiled as Emma moved and her pussy dropped to his hands as he slid the toy in. It was more than obvious that she wanted him to be there and he was pleased how her body reacted and all that he needed now was to condition her mind. She was submissive and she was his submissive. All that was left before she could be called slave was the etiquette behind being a submissive to such a powerful dominate. He held the toy in her and he saw her nod as he knew she would play with the toy every night and he wondered if she would truly obey or if she was just lost in that haze. He felt her body stiffen up and he knew an orgasm was close, so what he did was he moved the toy in her, ever so slightly. A movement of a few centimeters as he rocked only the head back and forth while buried deep in her dripping wet folds and he said. "Emma, a good submissive knows not to cum unless given permission." He spoke against her lips as he broke the kiss and he felt she was still growing and he leaned in and kissed her lips and said once more. "A good submissive begs to cum when she has to. If she cums while begging her punishment will be much less than if she cums without permission and didn't beg." He explained as the waitress finally brought the champagne over to them and set it down. She stopped and marveled at the site and Kale said. "This girl is being quite good isn't she? She deserves a taste of her dominant tonight, doesn't she?" He teased as the waitress simply said. "Of course she does, she is taking your torments in full stride." The waitress then waited to be dismissed, but Kale did not and he knew that it was an invitation to watch so the waitress stood there with her hands behind her back, watching how Kale worked his submissive and controlled her.
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Emma's breath was coming fast now, her pulse racing. It would be hard not to cum, pretty well impossible, actually. As if to make that all the more apparent, he moved. The toy wiggled within her, just shifting inside her tight shaft. The girl tensed, groaning against her bitten lip, trying desperately to seek that release and at the same time stop herself from tumbling over it. Lips broke, and she heard more words.
"Please!" Emma gasped immediately after Kale finished. "Please, I--I need to cum! Please, master, please let me ah, ah," the girl trembled, her entire body shaking. Emma bit her lip, her eyes shifting to look at the waitress. Lust lit those browns, and then she turned to look at her master, shifting her hips again.
"Master, I'm, uh, uh, aah, I'm, mmmm," the last came as she bit her lips, hard. Emma jerked, her hips spasmodically convulsing toward the man who held that toy in place. A sex leaked more juices, bits of liquid sliding out from her tight, plugged hole. Interior muscles vibrated along a humming shaft, squeezing and rippling about in orgasmic throes. The girl's hips jerked once, twice, while her body stiffened. Another low throaty moan tore from her, barely held back by lips that were pinched closed, till at last, the girl was panting, aglow in the aftershocks, her thighs covered in her own juices while sweat dotted her skin, adding a glow to her in the lights.
Still, she felt the thing thrum inside her, still teasing her sore, aching body, drawing forth more feelings of pleasure so that it swam inside her.
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Kale watched as Emma squirmed and moved and begged. He however held out and did not give her permission to cum and he felt her cum anyways as she came hard and juice seeped out of her cunt. Though as punishment he would force orgasm after orgasm out of her until it hurt to cum. That should remind her that when he tells her to beg she begs and waits. Kale leaned into his submissive as he began to move the toy slowly in and out of her sore cunt and he said. "You came without permission, if this were not a date you would be getting the riding crop to your ass, but since we are out and on a date, you get to orgasm as much as I get out of you. And trust me, Emma, it will hurt." He said as he continued to slowly fuck her with the vibrator now and he dismissed the waitress as she had giggled at the amateur submissives inability to withhold her orgasm and the waitress knew that she too would have struggled, but she could obey. Kale looked at her and said. "Emma, turn around and face the table, do not let the toy leave you." He then watched as she re positioned herself so her back was facing him and she was looking at the table. Kale's hands still tormented her, one fucking her with the vibrator and the other playing with her rock hard nipple and he said. "Emma, pour your master a glass of champagne and hold it for him, since his hands are busy." He commanded simply in her ear as he bit her ear lobe and then kissed it.
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The toy began to move, and as it did, Emma hissed a breath through her teeth, shuddering. Her hands went to Kale, using him to brace. Words slithered into her mind, painting a picture of what would happen. Emma tried to look over her shoulder at Kale, swallowing hard. He sounded... fierce, almost as if he were barely suppressing violent urges. The promise seemed odd to her though; it promised something good: orgasms and the delight that came with them, but he added the part about how it would hurt.
Emma gasped again as she felt the vibrator moving. Kale was shifting it much more now, sliding it in and out of her wet sex, making soft, squelching noises with each motion. Emma bit back another moan, her body shuddering, her fingers digging into Kale to try and find some level of support. She was dimly aware that her audience left, and for some reason, felt great humiliation in that. Surely he couldn't have expected her to have held? Not after all this teasing?
Another order came, and Emma looked to him, her eyes blinking. Dimly, it occurred to her how insane this was: being there, dressed as she was, following his commands. Yet he kept making her feel good. Even now, that strange command seemed to promise good feelings. Emma found herself nodding, then lifting up, attempting to shift. Her feet slid after a few attempts, effectively impaling herself upon the vibrating shaft. As the thing sank deep within her, Emma let out another throaty moan, practically making her lips bleed as she bit them hard. Hands still moved about her, and she felt one seizing her nipple against the latex.
"What?" asked Emma, not quite hearing. She looked over her shoulder, shuddered, realized what he asked. Shaking hands went to the champagne. They trembled as they poured, slopping liquid over her fingers. Emma moaned, her hips shifting. Already she was beginning to feel arousal again; in fact, it almost was if it had never faded. Shuddering once more, she finished pouring and held the glass up, her hand still trembling with barely suppressed ecstasy.
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Kale saw that she was coming to reality once more and he wondered how she would behave. Would she be a submissive or would she fake her false confidence of her self as she did in the real world. He noticed however that when she moved to the better position her foot slipped and she impaled herself on the toy and Kale only smirked as she moved and was in the new position as he fucked her cunt with the toy and he could not help but smile and kiss her. When she poured the glass he noticed how shaken she was and he knew what was going on with her. She was overwhelmed by ecstacy and he could not help but groan at the feeling of her in his lap and how aroused she was and he said nothing but made her move her hand over her shoulder and he drank from the glass and then gave her ear a soft kiss as he said. "Good girl, put the glass down and lick your fingers clean." He commanded and he continued to slowly move the toy in and out of her wet folds. He wondered how many orgasms it would take before Emma understood it could hurt. His eyes moved and he continued for a long time. He never ceased and in fact every time her pussy tightened he increased the speed of the vibrator until he was moving it so fast his hand and the toy was only a blur. He smirked and remembered he requested one more toy and he smacked her breasts and reached over into her bag as he pulled out the butt plug he requested and smiled as he slipped into her mouth and used her saliva to lube the toy before slipping it out of her mouth and moving the dress a bit higher before sliding the toy into her ass and he smirked as he felt it squeeze and then pop into her. He immediately felt the tension in her pussy tighten and he pulled the dress back down as he said nothing and continued to play with her. Wanting her pussy to hurt from the need to cum.
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Somehow, Emma managed to get her shaking hand back, pressing the glass to the lips of her dominant. Her body trembled and shook, arousal washing over her in waves, nerves set afire from the sensations. Another kiss landed upon her cheek, and Emma shuddered, her head rolling back much against her will. A command soon followed, and before Emma even began to process it, she found her head moving forward. The glass lowered, and the wet hands came up. Delicate fingers slid between lips as Emma sucked off the spilled drink, pausing only to moan as another feeling of arousal washed over her body.
Then, the toy within her picked up place. Emma cried out, a sharp, sudden cry that was not muffled in the slightest. Her body moved, arched, and she felt the toy slide deep within her, pummeling furiously into her blazing sex. Emma felt that tension within her snap, and again she found herself trembling, her body stiffening. Toes curled within shoes, and she reached back, nearly clawing at Kale as she gripped him for support.
As Emma came, not thinking about it, not able to speak, her body arched, her hips rising off Kale's lap. her mouth had fallen open, quite easy for him to slide the toy between her lips for a moment, swirling it to lube. Then, the thick thing pressed against Emma's ass. As Emma shuddered, coming down from her climax, she felt something pop into her anal hole. The girl cried out, nearly screaming at the feeling of both holes filled. Her eyes were wide, her breath coming faster than ever. She bit her lip and fell against her dominant, her body much against her wishes and far beyond her control.
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Kale smiled as Emma came so beautifully for him and he kissed her neck and said. "That's my girl. You came beautifully that time, but you still have many more." He said as he knew she would understand the pain. Her body was completely out of her control. It was now his and he could do as he pleased with her. He lifted her dress up around her waist, exposing her lower sex to all who wanted to look and he said. "Emma, let's go dance, give your cunt a break." He teased as he kept her dress hiked around her waist as he pushed the vibrator into her pussy and he placed another sensuous kiss on her ear and said. "That toy does not leave your body." He then stood her up and dropped his hand from her breast as he said. "Emma, get my drink." He commanded as he let her grab his drink before he leader her by her sex this time. His hand cupping her cunt and holding the toy in for her. He moved back to the club with Emma now in front of him, holding her dominant's glass of champagne and her dominant holding her new toy in her. He looked at her and said. "Dance for me, Emma. Show me that you are a horny little submissive and you want your master to be happy." He commanded as he motioned for her to give him a sip of his champagne and as she began he took a small sip before removing his hand and placing it on her ass as he squeezed her ass and waited to see how she danced with both holes filled and one hand having to not spill champagne. He also smiled as much less people were dancing and many more people could see her. He also saw one hand go to lower her dress and he stopped it and placed it on her chest and said. "You do not adjust your dress. If your dominant moved it, then he wanted it the way it is." He told her and then stood there swaying to the beat as he waited for her to begin her enticing dance of pure sexuality.
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Emma Watson was gone. Panting, her glazed eyes looked to Kale, not quite believing that the night was still going. Pleasure hummed in her veins, giving her a high unlike anything she'd felt before. Commands punctured it, sinking into that well trained brain and forcing it to move without the owner's knowledge. She felt the tight latex rise, baring nearly all of her lower half. You could just see the pink rim of the vibrator sticking out of Emma's tight sex. The girl was lucky that she was thin, her sex underutilized, otherwise that thing might slight right out, especially how wet she was.
A hand went to grab a glass of champagne, the tremors again making a little bit of it splash over onto her skin. Before Emma could really grab it properly, she was dragged to the dance floor, pulled nearly by her sex. The breathless actress's eyes went wide, panic starting to take over her body. She was half-naked, her lower half plugged entirely by plastic, being led onto a dance floor by an impressive man. It was like something out a wet dream.
Somehow, Emma found words: "You want me to... dance?" she repeated. She was half naked, struggling to keep a vibrator and a butt plug in her tight body, holding a glass of champagne and blushing more darkly than she know how. Oh, the girl was certainly dancing, but it hardly counted as the movement that most people would recognize as going to the music. A hand drifted low, only to be intercepted and brought up to her barely covered chest.
"Yes, sir," she mumbled. Taking a deep breath, Emma tried to dance. It mostly consisted of moving her hips side to side. Her stomach muscles were clenched tight, as she struggled to keep everything within her, only just able to move about. One hand gripped the champagne, the other tried to hold Kale, to help move, but mostly, she struggled to do anything at all. That deep blush and lowered eyes showed that Emma was nearly humiliated, and they flicked toward the door. She couldn't... couldn't possibly do this... it... just was so wrong...
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Kale smiled as she spilled again and she kept her toys in and moved and he knew that she was struggling. He saw her eyes flicker off of him for the first time that night and he knew he was pushing hard. So instead he decided to bring about the real reward of the night. His shaft. He looked into hers as he took the champagne glass out of her hand and finished before he set it down on a nearby waiter's tray and then he lowered her dress about half way, revealing about half of her ass and he smiled and he took one hand and spun her so she was looking into his eyes and her face was indeed facing his and what he did was rare. He moved her hand, with a strong, but light grip to his chest and then he moved it down and finally he moved her hand to his crotch. Letting her, for the first time feel the outline of his shaft, feel the size and feel how hard she had gotten her dominant. He knew this to be significant in that it was something real to her dominant's words. She was a good submissive and had aroused her dominant. He moved his hand down her body and then down between her legs as he rubbed her pussy and helped her hold the toys in as he stepped closer. The two initiated into a strange form of dancing. Kale moved his submissive with twitches of the hand on her cunt and the hand that trailed up into her hair and gripped her hair tightly. Exposing her neck as he made her lift her chin up. He moved her close to him and let her feel the outline of his cock as he felt her wetness and he leaned in close as he kissed her and said. "You are being such a good submissive. I have a gift to give you. That is if you want it." He said simply as he kissed her neck under her chin.
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A vibrator hummed in Emma Watson's sex, sending wave upon wave of plesaurable sensations shooting through her nerves. It pressed even tighter, as a plug filled her previously untouched, and quite tight, anal cavity. Never before had the actress felt so full as she did then, and she was in such a condition while wearing a dress that would have made most sputter, and now she danced. Emma felt hands upon her, and she almost collapsed, her situation simply overwhelming the poor girl, who had been innocent only a week or so ago.
A spin, and Emma gasped. The vibrator slid from her, and her surprise had even pushed at her plug slightly. However, she feared that the humming toy would slide completely out of her body. Yet that fear soon vanished, evaporating as Emma's fingers touched something thick, hard, and warm. Again, Emma's eyes widened, and this time, they dropped slightly. He felt inhuman, his girth and length unlike anything Emma had even see, let alone touched or thought about herself. Her humming body thought of that cock sawing into her, and she trembled again.
The vibrator slipped a little further, yet Kale's hand had gone up, pressing against it, shoving it into Emma. The actress moaned and arched, trembling again, feeling the ripples in her sex. AS Kale had wanted, they began to move, a sensual dance that looked very much like foreplay. A hand wound into Emma's hair, and she bared her throat, breathing hard, that flush coloring her glistening skin quite perfectly. They pressed against one another, and Emma felt Kale's hot breath as he spoke.
Emma nodded, words failing her yet again. Whatever the gift was, she knew it had to be sexual, and at this point, she wanted nothing so much as to feel pleasure, release from this cycle of torment. Wait, was he saying his cock was the reward? Emma trembled at the thought, swallowing, forcing herself to be calm.
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Kale saw how her body rolled and shivered under him and he wondered if she would ever be a submissive to him when he wasn't tormenting her body completely. Kale continued the dance as he moved about and placed kisses along her neck as he held his hand in her hair firmly. He could only smirk as he saw her try and calm herself as she made the connection that her reward would be his cock and he smiled and leaned into her as he kissed her and rubbed her wet sex a bit more as the vibrator now shifted in her and kale stopped his dancing, letting her body sway as he quickly grabbed the end of the toy and fucked Emma's pussy with it quickly and roughly. He did not stop until he felt another gushing of her sweet juice onto the floor and he said. "Emma, you will not cum without my permission ever. When you play with yourself every night, you will not orgasm, only get to the brink before stopping and waiting to calm down." He commanded as he pushed the toy in and then he kissed her lips and moved her, again by her sex, as he dragged her back to their booth and this time instead of sitting down first he removed the vibrator, but not the plug and set it next to Emma's purse and then he used his hands and pushed her down to her knees and then he sat down. He quickly grabbed her hair and moved her under the table as he undid his pants and let his shaft out and his semi-hard cock rested inches from her lips and he said. "Emma, suck your master. Take your reward in stride." He said simply as he poured himself a glass of champagne and took a sip.
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Emma's head rolled, baring more and more of her throat to Kale's lips as he kissed her. She felt hands threading through her hair, forcing her neck back, baring her further. Kale had complete control of her body, as if he didn't already know this. As she trembled, barely suppressing feelings of lust and arousal, she felt him lean forward. Their lips meant again, Emma's trembling as they pressed against Kale's hard, commanding lips. For a moment, Emma thought that perhaps this would be her reward: another kiss on her mostly ignored lips. Yet his hand returned between her legs, quickly banishing such thoughts. Instead, he rubbed at her, making her hips move toward him, gyrating in circles, the arousal once again building.
Suddenly, the rubbing shifted. Emma gasped, eyes going wide, as Kale began earnestly fucking her with the toy. The sudden switch had almost immediate results. Emma clung to Kale, her knuckles nearly whitening as she gripped tightly to her lover. Her legs felt unsteady, shaking and almost threatening to drop her. If Kale hadn't gripped the toy tightly, it would have likely left Emma's body then. The plug was safe; Emma ass tightened marvelously as the tension rose within.
The thrusting, thrumming toy did its work in record time. Emma again cried out, her hands tightening even further on Kale's body, nails beginning to dig in. Her sex trembled, shook, and more juices slid from her body, likely puddling upon the floor. Panting, Emma leaned toward Kale, again not believing that she'd ever found herself in such a position. Another order came while she gripped, the insistence not to cum, and she only nodded. Emma knew it fully likely that she would do precisely what Kale said. She'd walk out of there thinking otherwise, but it was all too likely that she would; this pleasure was simply too great, and Emma was nearly addicted to it.
Kale directed her body toward their booth. Emma gasped as Kale pulled the toy from her, shuddering as she felt her nether lips shake, seeming to breathe now that half the plug had left her lower half. Her eyes drifted toward the shiny toy as Kale set it upon the table. The garish pink had been well lubed by Emma's juices, and it sat there, glistening in the light of the club. Emma didn't have time to ponder too long, for Kale was pushing her to her knees. The starlet gasped, but soon found her knees upon the cold floor. A cock bobbed before her, and her eyes once again widened, this time staring at the monster just within side.
Suck it? Emma glanced to Kale, tentatively reaching her hand around it. Her fingers struggled to wrap fully about the cock, and she couldn't even begin to imagine placing it in her mouth. She swallowed, moving forward to tentatively kiss it, feeling the hard flesh beneath her delicate pink lips. Her hand began shifting, pumping it as though she expected it to bite her at any time.
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Kale smiled as she was clearly entranced by the toy and he looked over her body as she knelt without a fight and then when he told her to taste his shaft he saw the hesitation in her eyes and saw that she pumped his shaft slowly. He could not believe her as she only placed a ginger kiss to his cock and he looked over her and he said. "Emma, what's the matter? Why are you so hesitant? Your dominant has given you multiple orgasms tonight and withheld his desires all night. Now he requests that you behave and return the favor to him by sucking on his shaft. You hesitated? What, do you want to be my submissive? Do you want to be on your knees? A good submissive should love to please her master." He said simply as he looked down at her and he took another sip of champagne as he set the glass down and reached under the table. He slowly stroked her hair, hoping to calm her down as he used another hand and grabbed the pink vibrator and set it down on the seat. Letting her see her juice covered in it and he knew that she should feel guilty and she should begin to please him. After all, she had repeated to him many times that she was his submissive. That was not a one way street. She got pleasure if she gave pleasure. A slutty and wanton submissive is a pleasured submissive.
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The words stung, for some reason. Emma even flinched at Kale's tone. Did she want to be his submissive? Part of her very much did not, that part which had been resisting, either passively or openly, all night. That part had a lot of Emma's mind, and a lot of her morals. As she shifted though, she felt the toy still lodged in her ass, reminding her of all the dark pleasures she'd been receiving throughout the night. Surely she hadn't expected all of that would come without giving a little in return?
Emma reached up, moving aside some of her hair, already beginning to get quite damp with sweat, and looked up at Kale. He had started stroking her, and now he set the toy within her sight. Emma's eyes went straight to it, and she swallowed, seeing it glisten and knowing that the shine came from her own bodily fluids. Emma moved to the cock again, this time pressing her lips to its head. She'd never fully taken a boy's cock in her mouth before; most of her boyfriends were much more traditional. Besides, for the average person, just having Emma Watson between his knees with her lips touching his cock was enough to make him explode.
Emma parted her lips, taking the head of the cock between them. It didn't surprise her that he proved so thick, or that her lips had to stretch, her jaw almost aching, to get over him. Those pink bits of flesh closed tight over the cock, forming a seal. Emma's head bobbed, the lips dragging along, taking a few inches. She tried moving further, but found herself gagging after just a handful of inches, much more of Kale's cock remained beyond. Her hand had reached up, holding it in place, and she used that hand to stroke as she bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down the top few inches of Kale's shaft. Her inexperience made her teeth drag from time to time, though she desperately fought against it. Already drool had begun to form around her lips, hanging down. The sound of slurping was nearly loud enough to be heard over the musical thumping.
Emma pulled off to breath, panting, her hand still stroking the cock, smearing her saliva. She looked up to Kale, hoping that her efforts would be enough to earn some look of pleasure, at the least.
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Kale saw how her eyes jumped to the vibrator and hanged there before she seemed to sigh with resolve and then she placed her sweet lips around his hard shaft. He watched her carefully and analytically, not letting any of the pleasure he is getting from her appear on his face. He watched as she moved down his shaft and only get a couple of inches down before she made the gagging motion and moved back a bit. He knew that she could not get him all the way in and he would have to make her practice. Although as she began to bob her head up and down he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Enjoying the feeling of her mouth around him more than her hand and finally he felt her lips pop off and she was panting heavily trying to catch her breath. Seeing her saliva covering his cock made him smile and he said. "That's a good submissive, that is how you are to suck your master every time he asks you of this. With this much vigor and desire to improve. The only thing your dominant wishes you were better at is your depth. You gag way to early. I want you to try to get as much of your dominant into your mouth this time and hold it there. Show me that you want to behave. Also, on top of your nightly masturbating, I want you to take the vibrator that you played with and to push it into your mouth as best as you can. I want you to get used to having something deep in your throat." He explained simply before he looked back down and into her eyes. Waiting for her continue as well as acknowledge his command.
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Emma heard the words, almost ringing within her ears. He seemed pleased with what she did. Good, because Emma wasn't sure she could manage much more. Her jaw already ached, and her mouth felt dry, despite the spittle that seemed to be constantly leaking about them. She sucked in another breath, a hand again moving up to tuck a loose strand of hand behind an ear. Kale issued more orders, insisting that she do better at depth. Emma wanted to point out that he was damn lucky to be getting what he was, and that his cock was simply fucking huge. However, instead, she meekly nodded at that bit of information. Emma shifted on the masturbation reminder, blushing at the idea of taking the vibrator into her mouth.
Still, she mumbled: "As you wish, master," before she again took his head between her tight lips. Again, Emma's lips sealed tight about the cock, forming a ring of pink about his flesh. Her cheeks caved tightly as she sucked for a moment, popping off the cock without trying for more. Her tongue snaked out, working about the cock for a moment, while her hand continued to pump it. After several seconds, she took a deep breath. Emma placed her mouth at the cock and worked it into her. Several inches sank in, reaching nearly six before Emma had to pause. Her nose flared as she sucked in breath, trying desperately not to gag. her lips were still closed tight, and her cheeks caved as she tried to suck at it. Finally, it proved too much, and she withdrew, gasping as she pulled off.
A hand went up to wipe at her mouth, again feeling the saliva that had dribbled out as she'd pulled out. Emma wiped her hand on the sofa, before leaning forward, again trying to take several inches of him, and again only getting five or six before having to stop and try to adjust.
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Kale looked down at her as she tried twice to go deeper and he was pleased she did indeed go deeper, but nowhere near enough to get him off and he looked over her as he said. "Emma, good girl. You are trying so perfectly. Though you are just not good enough at using your mouth to satisfy your dominant the way he wants." He looked down at her and then put his cock to her lips and said. "Emma, get your master's seed in your mouth. Show him you want to please him." He commanded as he remained sitting and he went to take a sip of his champagne and he coughed as he felt Emma's lips and tongue on his tip and her hands stroking him rapidly. He swallowed the champagne and groaned as she stroked him hard and fast and worked the tip well. Finally after having her do that for like five minutes he reached down and held her mouth where it was. Unloading and filling her mouth with his sweet and salty cum. He wondered how she felt about it and if she liked the taste. He looked over her and he continued to unload until some cum leaked from the side of her mouth and he pulled out. A trail of cum connecting his tip to her lips. He looked at her and said. "Two options, swallow it all right now or have champagne with it." He said teasingly as he moved her out from under the table and let her stand.
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Again, Emma felt the brief "fuck you" urge raising within her. She'd been trying as it was, and felt like she'd been doing a damn good job. Kale certainly didn't seem to mind; his cock was hard and his breathing seemed harder yet. The cock touched Emma's lips, and she had a brief desire to bite it. However, she heard him insist upon her taking his seed. Taking this as indicator that despite his bitching, she was doing a good job, Emma redoubled her efforts.
The starlet bobbed her head up and down the few inches of shaft, sliding her lips all over it. The blowjob went a little sloppy as the girl focused more on speed than style. She would slurp several inches, and the cock would pop to the side of her mouth. Her tongue would swirl, only to accidentally have her teeth grace the head. At least her hand proved steady, squeezing and stroking him rapidly, smearing her saliva all down the length of his glistening shaft. Emma squeezed tight at the base of the impressive organ, working her way up, milking all the way.
This continued for some time, and Emma felt exhaustion starting to set in. Kale's stamina was certainly impressive, and briefly she wondered what it would be like when, if, he pierced her with this impressive thing. just as she started thinking of asking for a break, he held her still. The cock jerked within Emma's mouth, and she tried to widen it, to make sure that she caught at least some of it. The salty fluid squirted into her mouth, filling her quite quickly. The girl, not expecting a load this hefty, struggled to get it in, a hand going up to try and catch some of the excess. It tasted strangely good, sweeter than she figured. Yet the cum seemed to keep cumming, and bits of it were starting to leak around Emma's lips, forming drizzles down her mouth. He pulled, and a trail stretched for a few seconds before breaking. Mouth full, Emma looked up at Kale.
He wanted her to what? Her eyes went wide, and she could already feel some of the cum sliding out of her lips. She raised a hand, pressing a finger to her lips. Still, cum was leaking out. There was just no way that she could swallow it all.
Kale moved Emma out, and she teetered to her feet. Again, she felt the cum starting to slide, despite her efforts to swallow. With no other course of action, she grabbed a glass, her glass, and raised it to her lips. Cum leaked out of her mouth then, as she sputtered, feeling it slide into the glass to float there. The girl sputtered for a bit, before sitting on the couch, breathing hard, her mouth still shiny with the cum.
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Kale smiled at Emma as she was clearly trying to obey but just could not. He watched as she had cum spill from her mouth and she used her finger to try and keep some in but she still struggled and finally she took her empty glass and let the rest of the cum flow into it and he smiled as she took a seat next to him in the booth and he smiled at her as his cock was still out and coated heavily in her saliva. He looked at her as he moved and grabbed the champagne. He decided to give her a true slave's drink. He poured the champagne into her glass, mixing her dominant's cum with the champagne and he looked over her as her lips and surrounding area were glazed with cum. He wanted her to see and he reached into her purse, moving through the stuff and finally found a make up mirror as he pulled it out and showed her her reflection. "Emma, you look so beautiful all covered in sweat and your face decorated with your dominant's cum." He said as he leaned over and kissed her as one hand rested on her thigh and he said. "Emma, be a good submissive and drink the champagne your dominant poured for you and then you have to clean up his cock. You left it soaked in your saliva." He said simply as he looked over her and waited to see her drink her champagne and cum mixture as well as dry him up. He figured they would be done and he would say goodbye to her.
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Exhausted, Emma could only watch as Kale poured the champagne. The transparent alcohol mixed with the sperm, creating what had to be the strangest cocktail. The actress squirmed, feeling the plug still nestled within her ass. She felt exhausted, and looked that way too: with spit, cum, and sweat staining nearly every bit of her body. Makeup had smeared around her eyes, and her lipstick seemed slightly smudged. The beautiful hair had clearly been mussed, and it stuck to her neck in places. she looked very much like a girl who'd just engaged in heavy sexual activity.
That's exactly what met Emma's reflection as she looked too. Stared would be a much better answer, actually, and she shifted again, only to feel the thing even more in her ass. That full feeling was making her uncomfortable now, and she wanted nothing so much as to remove it from within her. Yet instead, she took the drink as offered.
Swallowing, Emma tilted it back. The champagne was strong, thankfully, and covered a good deal of the cum's taste. It did little to dim the texture though, and every gulp or so, Emma felt a thick glob sliding into her mouth and down her throat. Still, there wasn't much, and she managed it soon enough. Setting it down, she looked to him, then looked down at the cock. Still wordless, she grabbed a nearby napkin, working it over the cock, wiping and squeezing, generally rolling things around until the cock was more or less dry.
It still looked strangely tempting.
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Kale smiled softly as she was so beautiful and he kissed her neck and whispered. "You look lovely just the way you are. Your dominant loves his submissive all the more when she is beautiful before and after a good using." He teased and kissed her once more as he rubbed her thigh as she drank the champagne and kale poured her another full glass, making sure all the cum in the glass was mixed into the champagne before he poured himself one more glass and the bottle was empty as he set it aside and then he raised his glass to her and said. "To my good submissive." He then looked at her and wondered if she would toast as well or not. He held it there and he was pleased when her lips moved and she toasted. He crossed his arm with hers and downed the last glass before he set it down and then said. "Emma, tonight was fun. You should me that you are a good submissive. Now, tell me what I asked of you to do outside of this club." He commanded as he looked over her and waited to hear his commands reiterated to him. Once she did that he nodded and placed a kiss on her forehead and said. "I will contact you once again with instructions. You will obey my orders unless told otherwise by me." He said and then he reached down, gave her pussy a slow rub before a soft pat and then a kiss to her neck as he slid from the booth and then got up and left her there alone with the toy in her ass and no instruction to remove it as well as the others.
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Lovely? Emma nearly blushed, hearing him call her that in her current state. It made her squirm, which again served to remind her of the toy buried within her. There were touches to follow, more squirming, and then a toast. Was tonight fun? Emma wasn't certain; her head still spun as she tried to put the events together. Her sex almost hurt, and she'd never felt more disheveled than she did now. Yet there was that post-coital exhausted bliss that had settled in; she couldn't deny that feeling.
Another command, and Emma shifted. "I'm to masturbate with my vibrator every night, going till I'm at the blink of orgasming but not actually doing so. Then, I have to stick the vibrator into my mouth and try to work it as deeply in as I possibly can. I cannot cum without my dominant's permission, and I'm not to insert anything into me," she said, her accent almost crisp and businesslike as she listed off everything. In the back of her mind crouched that doubt, her mind insisting that there was no way she'd actually humiliate herself any further. Despite that, she felt a little thrill as he nodded, then kissed her.
"Yes sir," she finally said as he finished. There was one last gesture on her sex, which made Emma tremble, before he left. Emma stared for a moment, uncertain as to what she was supposed to do. He hadn't technically told her she could leave, and she still had a toy embedded in her ass, not to mention her disheveled appearance. Alone, Emma suddenly felt quite vulnerable. She tried adjusting herself as best as possible, using the mirror and tugging at the clothing to restore what cover they provided. At last, she was as put together as she could be, and she wobbled her way out of the club, keeping the toy in her ass, mostly because she didn't want to be seen taking it out. It would come later, when she was home and alone, and far away from the club and its influences.
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Kale went home and he smiled and decided he would give her another ten, maybe fifteen days of submitting. He knew that she would wear her collar the entire time, tonight had been to powerful, she would be too aroused from the nightly playing that he knew she would do. He smiled as he arrived at his home and took a deep breath before sitting down and passing out in his living room chair. Kale spent the next week going about his business and arranging meetings for various employers and others. The second weak he sent her a note that was delivered with the same champagne she drank with his cum as well as a single white rose and the note read. "Hello my pretty little submissive, it has been one week and I hope you have been behaving, but now I want you to wear the plug on a daily basis, only removing it to use the restroom." Then there were a few breaks and the letter was simply signed 'D' which was shorthand for dominant. He smiled as he hoped she would obey as he wrote that letter and then once again spent another week going about his business and another week passed without his contact and he wrote another note, though this one was delivered to her on set as it was a bouqouet of the same rose and a new note that read. "Two weeks. Time for another date, go get a dress that you know I will like. You know how I like you dressed and presented. Appease me and I may take you to my home after our date. Also, be at my booth, waiting on your knees a glass of my favorite wine in your left hand and I want you to buy a silver leash for your collar and for that to be in your right hand. You are to be kneeling with your legs wide and both toys in." Again there was a break in the line and then that single letter 'D' representing all of his control. Kale was proud of that letter and hoped that it would be enough and that she would obey.
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Emma couldn't recall being so conflicted in her life. After she'd cleaned herself and rested, it almost felt like that night hadn't happened. She'd gone to work next day, shooting scenes and acting as if everything were just as it had always been. Except she still had a collar around her neck, indeed, there could be no mistaking it for anything else. There had been some initial questions, but Emma had just waved it off. The collar looked good on her, and she felt strangely comfortable when wearing it.
That night, she'd gotten home and seen the pink thing, sitting by her bed where she'd left it. Her body hummed just thinking about it, and she decided that she might as well. So Miss Emma Watson had relieved the stress of the day by holding a buzzing vibrator to her shaven slit, rolling it around and teasing herself. The toy would press along her, buzzing and sending all the best signals to all the best parts of her. Then, just as Emma began to feel that familiar sensation building, she would find herself pulling the toy away, leaving herself breathless. The first time, she had stared at it, not believing that she'd actually done that, her mind rebelling at the very notion. Even worse was how she found herself bringing it up, pressing it against her lips. Not many inches went in, mostly because Emma felt disgusted with herself shortly after beginning, leaving the toys to go and bathe herself.
A week went by, and Emma found herself using the vibrator every night, cleaning it off with her mouth most every night as well. As the days passed, she figured that maybe Kale had forgotten her. On that sixth night, she almost considered not pleasuring herself, simply falling into her normal routine. When the note appeared, along with a bottle of champagne that made Emma swallow, hard. The command made her swallow harder still: one of the most unpleasant parts of that night had been working the toy within her, and he wanted her to wear it all times?
Emma rebelled, if slightly. The toy did not go in that day, nor did she pleasure herself that night. However, the next day, she awoke, saw the letter, and felt herself squirming. That letter and that man promised sensual pleasures the like of which she'd never seen. All she needed to do was follow a few simple commands.
Emma Watson went that day with a plug up her pretty little ass. There was a lot of squirming, and she found herself getting flushed at the worst times. The sessions in the evening grew more frustrating, to the point where Emma was tempted to throw caution to the wind and simply let herself cum. Even worse, there was a handsome bloke on the set who started eying her, and Emma eyed back, wondering. However, he'd been there when the bouquet arrived. Emma's eyes widened, especially knowing that she'd have to find some way of buying a dress like that on her own. That alone nearly made her balk.
Nearly.
That night came, and it would find Miss Emma Watson again made up beautifully. Dark purple ringed brown eyes, drawing them in and giving the girl a sultry look. Those beautiful locks had again been styled, arranged to fall over mostly bared shoulders and frame that magazine ready face. The nails had been done as well, and her skin had that same flawless white that so many idolized. Her dress?It fit descriptions nicely. It was more buckle than latex, with a strap every five inches or so along Emma's chest. Her left side was covered, if barely, in a tight layer of deep purple latex, which at least covered nearly all of her left breast, before curving back to nearly expose Emma's navel. It ended by covering her sex; something had to, as again, this was not something you wore undergarments with. The buckles were all that covered her right side, including the nipple of her right breast. The girl was seriously worried that a deep breath would cause her to pop out, not that she needed to be worried, given the club.
A silver chain dangled loose in her right hand, and a glass of wine set in her left. She could feel that familiar plug between her pert ass cheeks, snugly fitted into its by now familiar sheath. The pink toy was lodged in her nether lips as well, though she refrained from turning on; Kale hadn't said so. Still, the woman waited, not believing what she was going through. The pleasures though... the pleasures would make it all worth it. Emma just knew they would.
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Kale had deliberately left choices up to her. Wanting to see the submissive in her make decisions. To often did she simply glaze over during their 'dates' and she just become a doll for him to control via her nether regions. He wanted a coherent date between the two and he wanted her to understand that he brings pleasure as well as control. She needs to trust him and give into him, but that is for later tonight when she, if she, deserves the honor of going back to her dominant's home. Kale had purposely gone to the club much later that night. Wanting her to remain kneeling by his booth for almost an hour. If she was still there she would be happy to see him and he would know she is devoted. Kale entered the club and immediately everybody knew he was there as he commanded the attention of the room. But his eyes did not waiver, instead they moved and locked right onto his submissive as she was kneeling there and she was dressed in a supremely sexy dress and he walked to her as he said nothing and stopped in front of her. Still no words were spoken as he looked over her and then a smile slid onto his face and he said. "Emma, good choice in clothing. You know just what your dominant likes you in." He then crouched and his hand slid between her legs, he did not ask or even tease, he did not need to, she was his completely. Kale felt the pink vibrator and smiled as he flicked it onto it's highest setting and then he patted the butt plug as he then stood and took the wine from her hand and took a small sip as he said. "How did you know this was my favorite?" He asked as he did not tell her to stand. He sat down at the booth and he reached to her right hand and grabbed her leash. Using the leash he made her spin and then kneel facing him as he waited for her to answer his question.
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Emma lost track of time while she waited there. It felt like forever, with her knees pressing against the hard floor of the club, while both her holes tingled from the sensation of being so fully plugged. People looked her way quite often; they did generally stare at celebrities. One or two even approached, but Emma simply insisted that she was waiting for someone. When Kale finally arrived, most knew exactly who was waiting on him. Quite a few sets of eyes followed the imposing man as he strolled through the club, and a handful more remained upon Emma, wanting to watch the first few acts of this play unfold.
"Thank you, sir," were Emma's first words, responding to his compliments. She stiffened as she felt his hand traveling along her body. Talented fingers just graced her shaven slit, sending sensations throughout her sex. Her inner lips trembled and squeezed at the toy within, which made her body tighten. She could feel her anal cavity clamping hard upon the dildo within it as well, and all this resulted in her taking a sharp intake. He was soon flicking on the vibrator, sending the arousing sensations throughout Emma's already moist sex. The girl had to bite back a moan, her back arching much against her will irregardless of her own resistance.
"I asked, sir," she managed, her brown eyes following him as he grabbed her leash. She was soon scrambling to move in front of him, each little movement jostling the toys within her, making her arousal grow higher and higher. It had been... so long since she'd allowed herself to cum. Why had she even bothered to listen to this man, let him have that much control? her eyes looked to him now, arousal shining through. Yet there was a tinge of doubt within them, as though she didn't quite believe this man could give her what she truly wanted, despite her previous experiences.
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Kale remained seated as she now knelt in front of him and she said that she had asked what his favorite was and he nodded. Pleased that she was smart enough to do so. He hoped that she could remain the way she was throughout her training. She was going to be a good girl if she could and if she became the stereotypical 'yes master' submissive then he would have no use for her and have to get rid of her. As Kale sat there and drank his wine he said nothing. Only watched her squirm and move about from the vibrators. He only did something when he finished drinking his wine and that was give her leash a soft tug and then pat his lap. A very clear, nonverbal sign. The tug to get her attention and the pat to signal she needed to be in his lap. He waited patiently with his hands out of the way as she rose and then moved into his lap. Once she was kneeling in his lap, her legs spread wide he smiled and kissed her chin and then moved down her neck before saying. "And did my little girl do as I asked? Did she tease herself every night?" He asked as his eyes moved over her slowly and carefully, he saw the sweat forming and he saw the arousal in her eyes and body. She was ripe for the taking and he hoped that she earned such a taking tonight as he had not fucked since he had chosen her as his little toy.
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Emma was nearly insulted that he'd been surprised that she'd figured out something so simple. She shifted, still nervous, still fighting the arousal from the thrumming toys within. Kale was just sitting there, sipping at his wine. Meanwhile, Emma was fighting against the urge to make noises, and not quite succeeding. Every one in a while she'd let out a little moan or a whimper, her body's release from the pent up arousal that roared within her.
Then came a tug, and Emma moved. She wobbled as she rose, the long held position making her body jerky and weak. She nearly stumbled against him, her hands reaching out to stabilize. As she did, she saw the pat, and she knew full well what he wanted. Her hands went down to tug at the dress, wanting to cover herself as best she could. The dress did cover, if just, but the humming that came from beneath the tight latex hem was a bit of a giveaway. Eventually, Emma was perched on his lap, her legs spread wide. All her efforts had gone to waste, as the dress rose enough to at least show the bottom of her pussy lips. The dildo was just showing its head underneath it, and bits of juices were clinging to those lips like drowning victims to a life raft.
"Yes I did, sir," she said, swallowing. She was tempted to add a "mostly," but held it back. She could feel the flush along her body, knowing full well that she was in the full throes of arousal now. Sweat beaded along her skin, and the red showed quite visibly against the white. Her breath came haggardly, the barely contained bust trembling with every other breast. Even her words seemed ragged, as though she were barely containing herself.
"What do you have planned for tonight?" she asked, forgetting other additions for a moment. She shifted again, nearly grinding herself against him. The vibrator shifted within, poking out for a moment.
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Kale smiled as he watched Emma struggle so much to move and to please him. He watched how she shook and how her breath was ragged. It was beyond obvious to anyone who paid the slightest amount of attention that Miss Emma Watson, was desperately in need of an orgasm. Kale leaned in and said. "Emma, does a submissive talk to her master like that? Does she demand to know things." He said as he reached between her legs and simply pulled the toy out of her pussy, leaving it completely empty as he shook his head and said. "If you want me to work your body as well as I know how to do you better show me respect. I can always give you to some of the other dominants in this club. Let them use their riding crops and whips to correct you instead of my words. Is that what you want?" He asked simply as he set the toy on the table in the off position as he called a waitress over and then he looked to Emma and said. "Order your master wine, like a good submissive." He leaned in and said. "Tell the waitress what you are, how your master feels about your current behavior and what he wants. You may also get something for yourself as well." He said as he spanked her a bit harder than the usual playful smack. He would not waiver when it came to her respect and to her understanding that he was her master sexually and if she wanted pleasure than she should remember to call him what he is.
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It didn't surprise Emma that she'd made a mistake, nor did it surprise her that Kale had noticed it. The buzzing, thrumming within her was making the girl impatient and anxious. She'd never felt quite so aroused, so keyed up, and so very aware of that fact. It certainly didn't help that every move she made, even the slightest motion, felt sexualized, thanks to the clothing barely covering her body and the situation she found herself in.
"No, sir, that's not what I want,' she managed, nearly whimpering the words. This felt like torture, if torture of an exquisite kind. She gasped as she felt the toy leaving her sex, the lips of her pussy seeming to close after it. A strange feeling of emptiness soon settled in Emma's lower half, as though the thing within her had been natural, and her current state very much not. Her eyes went to the toy as it was set on the table, and she considered both the feeling and her options.
A new command caught her attention. She looked to the waitress, "My master wants more wine, waitress. I'm his personal toy, and he isn't happy with how I was speaking to him, so if you could please do this, it would make us both quite happy. I'll have some wine myself, if you would please."
She swallowed, her throat quite dry. She could still feel how wet her sex had gotten, and now her nearly bared ass stung slightly from the smack that had recently been put upon it. That pain mixed with the pleasure in ways that Emma had not been anticipating, and she found a part of herself enjoying it far more than she would have thought possible. However, she certainly didn't want her master to realize it; realize these wrong feelings she had. Instead she shifted, still feeling the plug within her ass as she waited for her master's next command.
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Kale listened to Emma speak to the waitress and he heard her say she was his personal toy and he wondered if she really believed that or not. His hand slid close to her pussy and rubbed her inner thigh as he said. "Emma, are you truly my personal toy? Are you at your master's beck and call?" He asked as he reached back and behind her as he pulled the plug out of her ass as well, leaving her completely empty and he wondered if his toy would get alterations or not. He delivered a more playful smack to her now empty ass and he said. "That was decent, I would have preferred you to be a bit more descriptive, but it works. Emma, do you love the way your master work you? Are you his personal little slave and toy? If he wants you bent over on your hands and knees at his feet, will you be there to pleasure him at all times?" He posed the question as his hands had slid around her legs and hips and now rested his hands on her ass as he waited for the waitress to come back and as he saw her approach he leaned in and said. "Emma, thank the waitress, and apologize for not being clear to her, and be more descriptive. I want you to degrade yourself, to show me that you know what you are to the fullest extent and where you deserve." He said as he kissed her neck and spanked her once more.
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Emma felt the hand along her sensitive thigh, and it made her hiss breath between her teeth. The beautiful Brit arched slightly, her skin crawling with the pleasure unleashed by that very purposeful touch. Words rained down upon her, questions demanding her response. Emma managed a nod, a rather emphatic one. She was his personal toy; she knew this, and surely he did as well. To her surprise, his hands went between her pert cheeks. Fingers seized upon the plug, and Emma gasped as he emptied her out entirely. To punctuate the removal: a light smack upon her ass, just enough for a flash of red to appear upon the pristine white flesh for the barest of moments.
"I love the way my master works with me; his touch feels better than anything I've felt before," breathed Emma, her voice hoarse. She swallowed, gathering herself and wanting to respond better than that. He'd asked for more, asked her to be there for him at all times. Hands were now sliding over her body, feeling the slim curves. Emma felt her hips move, rolling against his touch, practically begging for more. The girl bit her lip, that bright red sliding between pure white, and smothered a noise of appreciation. She blushed as the waitress approached, having great difficulty meeting the woman's eyes.
"I--I'm my master's pet," she stammered as the waitress came closer. "And I thank you for bringing our drinks. We hope it will help when I'm--I'm my knees later and master is enjoying my body," she blushed a dark red then, her words practically choking in her mouth. She managed to grab the drinks, but something told her that wasn't nearly enough in the way of description for her master. She couldn't, nor wouldn't, offer more description than that, however.
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Kale watched as she moved and groaned and obeyed his non verbal motions and commands like a true toy. He watched as the waitress approached and eyed his submissive jealousy and hearing Emma tell the waitress what she was and he smiled as she got a bit dirtier and more descriptive, but nowhere near enough so instead of telling her to do more he looked at the waitress and gave her a simple nod. A sign that she may speak. The waitress looked over Emma and said. "That's so cute, honey, but why would you be on your knees?" She asked innocently as Kale's hands continued to roam over her body as she held the drinks for her dominant and herself. Kale moved carefully and set them down before he kissed her neck and his hands slid between her legs and rubbed the sensitive flesh as he felt her arousal and was pleased. Though he continued to wait for her to answer and he then gave her clitoris a small tug and said. "Emma, she asked you a question. A toy answers all questions honestly." He said and then he waited for her answer. He heard her speak, but did not hear the words she said. He would not care, all he saw was how the waitress face went from jealousy to disgust and then right back to jealousy, she must have done a good job. Kale then as a reward slid one single finger into her cunt and rubbed her inner walls as he kissed her neck and said. "That's a good toy."
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Emma didn't see the nod, so when the waitress spoke, she felt nothing but frustration. Her red lip slid between her teeth again, trying to smother noises. Mostly because Kale's hand had continued moving, teasing Emma's flesh. The girl realized that if she was to get what she really wanted, if release was going to be hers, then she needed to at least play the part. Think of it as a role, she told herself, a role you have to play in order to get your reward.
"I'd be on my knees so my master can play with my hot little body," she said, her posh accent hoarse with arousal, "so he can run his hands all over my sexy little frame and make me his personal plaything. I'd be on all fours so he could mount me and fuck me till I collapsed with exhaustion. Then, he'll fuck me on the floor, till I can't take it anymore. Because he's my dominant, and I'm his submissive, and that's how it bloody works."
She punctuated by shuddering, nearly rolling back against Kale. Her eyes were lidded now, and staring up at the waitress. Emma too recognized the jealousy and such, though it mattered little to her. What mattered were the hands stoking her internal fire, making her actively pant now. Words of praise slithered into her ear, crawling over her and leaving a trail of pleasure. The girl trembled again, arching slightly, her overheated, teased body reacting overly strong to the words, and to the finger inside. Already her sex was closing about it, welcoming it as though it were an honored guest. He'd already find Emma hot, wet, and tight, her arousal almost overly apparent.
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Kale kissed her neck as he toyed with his toy's pussy. He felt how hot, wet, and tight she was. He knew he could have her cumming in seconds and he would be fucking her tonight, she was ready to be used. He looked at her and then one hand rolled under her arm and pressed tightly to her breasts and his hand wrapped around her neck and began to push her head back into his shoulder. He made her through her head over his shoulder as he choked her lightly and he leaned over and kissed her lips as that finger began to slide in and out of her pussy. It moved slow and deliberately. In and out, in and out. He knew that was slow enough to get her pussy to be even wetter. Though he looked down into her lidded eyes and he did something that he hadn't done in a while. His hand moved from her neck to her cheeks and forced her mouth open before he leaned in and grabbed her tongue with his lips. Wrapping her into a deep sexual kiss. Her tongue was his and anyone looking at the kiss would see that Kale was the boss in the relationship and she was just the toy. Though it didn't help that she was leaning into him and her head bent over his shoulder and her back arching like a taught bow. Kale broke the kiss and let saliva drip into her mouth and then he made her close her mouth and he kissed her ear as another finger teased her love hole except this one shifted back and he rotated his hand as he slid a finger into her rear this time and stroked both walls closely together as he could almost make out the feeling of the other finger against the opposite one.
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A hand moved, tugging against Emma's barely buckled breasts. Another wrapped about her neck, and Emma felt it closing. Her eyes bulged for a moment, and her body tightened to resist, should it prove necessary. She trusted Kale, to some degree; she did not trust him completely enough to put her life into his hand. She still let herself fall back against his shoulder, despite the awkward position. The bowing made the hem of her "dress" rise, and Emma could feel the bottom her pussy lips being bared to the cool air of the club.
Lips lowered onto Emma's, and she kissed back as best she could in the awkward position. Soon enough, hands were roaming south. Fingers played at her sensitive sex, stroking her. They slid; she could feel them practically gliding into her smooth, wet sex. The hot velvet clung tightly to him, surrounding him and welcoming his touch. Yet the maddening sensations were not quite enough to push Emma over the edge; likely done for that purpose. The girl's breath was hard, heavy, and the flush left little doubt as to her bodily state.
A mouth moved down, seizing Emma's tongue. The Brit allowed him to take the muscle, controlling it and controlling the kiss. The sensations of pleasure again washed over her, a spreading warmth that made her melt against him. The posture barely mattered; this position felt good, felt right. The kiss broke, and Emma felt saliva sliding into her. She closed her mouth; a kiss fell upon ears then. Fingers again plundered a wet sex, diving into her depths. The girl gasped, her body tightening, bowing even further backward. The dress had risen further now, showcasing nearly the entirety of the girl's shaven sex.
Another finger entered Emma's ass. She felt it pressing against the stretched rosebud for a few moments, before sliding into the tight crevice. The muscles there clenched tight, still relatively unused to invaders. The girl could feel the warm fingers wiggling inside her, pressing along her, nearly touching one another within. Her hips were moving now, her arms grabbing him for support. A knot of tension was beginning to form within her, and she knew that with a few more moments of this delicious sensation, she would lose herself upon him again.
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Kale smiled and watched as Emma bent to his will once more as she closed her mouth and seemingly swallowed her dominant's saliva and he decided to push her over the edge. He would give the girl no rest tonight. He was going to make that little slit between her legs hurt and be sore. He wanted her to waddle her way out of the club tonight. He would be sure to make her see the pleasure a dominant had to offer and perhaps he would show up to one of her screenings tomorrow. Give her something to think about while she tried to act. Kale kissed her ear and then whispered. "Cum for me, my toy. Release your juice on my crotch and my lap. Show me that you are a toy for my use only." He said as he slipped a second finger into her cunt and fingered her pussy and ass quickly and hard. He was not surprised when it took mere seconds for her pussy to convulse and unload on him. He fingered her through her orgasm, smirking as she even squirted a bit. Though as soon as her cum flow stopped her removed his fingers and dipped them in her champagne glass, giving the champagne a sweet and sour edge as well as his fingers. He then pushed those into her mouth and waited for them to be sucked clean. It wasn't long before Emma was in her dominants lap, her cum all over his lap and her pussy ready for more. He looked at her and said. "Emma, can you walk?"
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A kiss on the ear, followed by a command, the sweetest command. Emma gasped as the words hit her. They sank in deep, acting as a kind of hidden trigger. No sooner had those words spoke when that knotted tension released itself. The lips again slid between teeth as Emma bit back a noise of joy. Her body arched against him, her hands gripping him tightly. She could feel her sex spasming around fingers. Could feel the tight canal of her ass clenching vice tight about invading digits. The convulsions shook her, making her body dance, her taut, apple sized breasts jiggle upon her chest. The girl arched harder, her hands dug deeper, and juices flowed from a well teased sex.
After a handful of moments so pleasing that they were almost pleasurable, Emma relaxed against the man. The flush had taken her over, giving a rose colored sheen to the pure white of her skin. Her beautiful hair had become disheveled already. The buckled dress had shifted, now askew upon her form, not at all covering the glistening lips of her sex. She bit back another noise as the fingers slid from her, and her lidded brown eyes watched him dip those same fingers into champagne.
Tired lips parted for fingers, taking them in. She tasted herself, mingled ever so subtly with champagne. Another unwanted groan left the girl, followed shortly by a slight tremor. She could feel her sex still quaking, the lips almost parting as though asking for further attention. A question was posed, and the girl managed a slight nod of affirmation. She could walk, though she wasn't sure how steady she would be.
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Kale smiled and kissed her neck as he slid, with her in his lap, to the edge of the booth and he lifted her up and set her down on the table as he stood and then handed her, her champagne glass as well as his as he said. "Follow." He then put her on her feet and saw that she was steady enough to walk a bit and he then got out his leash and clipped it to her collar as he then turned and walked off. Leading her through the club as he walked back into a hallway as he moved down the various doors which various noises could be heard. The sound of a whip there, a sub begging for pleasure, over there, the sound of a sub screaming in pain over there. IT was clear that whatever lay behind those doors was diverse and any dominant could make anything happen. He found a vacant room and smirked as he opened the door and lead Emma into the dark room as he released her leash and said. "Kneel, arms behind your back, legs wide. I want to see your sex from here." He commanded as he walked past the stream of light from the hallway and disappeared into the dark as he flipped a switch and soon a bed appeared as well as another door. This was more of a honeymoon based suite, but Kale knew of the dark things in the store room and he looked at Emma and said. "Emma, tell me what you told the waiter, I was not listening. I only saw her face." He explained simply and then walked past her and closed the door and locked it.
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Another command, and Emma rose as best she could. The girl wobbled slightly, having to grip onto Kale in order to balance herself. That she wore impressive heels certainly wasn't helping matters. She lowered a hand now, adjusting the dress and pulling it to cover herself as best as possible. The shifting accidentally bared a nipple, and Emma had to reach up to cover that as quickly as possible. Soon enough, she was following Kale as best she could.
Sounds hit her hard, moving in waves. A whip, a scream, all a mixture of pain and pleasure, all dark and mysterious. Emma swallowed, feeling her heart beginning to pick up. She'd realized this relationship, such as it was, was... dark, but knowing that and facing it were something else entirely. They stopped by a room, and Emma entered the dark room. She felt a hand dropping her leash, and she nearly gasped at the loosened tension.
Another command. Emma knelt as best she could, her arms behind her back, fingers threaded together. Her legs were as wide as she could comfortably manage, forcing the dress to again rise up and bare the bottoms of her nether lips. A switch flipped, and light illuminated the area. Emma blinked several times, wincing. Another command hit her while she was still orienting herself.
She repeated the words as best she could, her voice wavering more now. All the while, the girl barely moved, simply kneeling there and listing off precisely what she said with that clipped accent of hers, as though she were reading off a shopping list as opposed to essentially telling the man nearby to fuck her raw.
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Kale looked over Emma as she knelt and he smiled down at her, listening to what she actually told the waitress and he moved over to her and stood right in front of her. She was at the perfect height to deliver a blowjob, as he stood right in front of her his crotch sat in front of her face and he said. "Emma, do you want me to fuck you on all fours like the little toy you are, then when you collapse, do you really want to be fucked until you pass out? Do you want that, my toy?" He asked as he moved closer, his crotch now mere inches from her face as he lifted his foot under her and ground his boot lightly against her pussy and he was not surprised to find it still wet. He waited for her answer before he moved and walked off, he entered the room in the back and could be heard rustling around as he collected a certain amount of 'toys' and threw them into a black Duffel bag before walking back out and tossing the bag on the floor as he pulled out a riding crop and then he moved to sit in a chair and he looked at his submissive and said. "Emma, come to me, kneel at my feet and beg for what you desire. Show me that you really desire it with your words and body. Beg with your entirety, beg with your soul." He said as he remained sitting, the riding crop sitting in his right hand and teasing Emma, he looked at her like a true dominant. A cold stare that demanded respect and obedience.