“Do you consent to the rules of the game, Sandy?” Master Nathan asked her.
“Yes,” came Sandy’s hesitant reply. Her parents both took a hand each, ready to apply the leather cuffs, but Sandy suddenly pulled her hands to her chest. She turned to Master Nathan. “Should I have a… safe word?” The teen asked the Master.
The question spoke volumes to everyone in the room, even Steven. For Sandy to be asking about a safe word, she had clearly made herself aware of the Domination/submission world. Master Nathan shuffled slave aaron aside and sat next to Sandy, staring kindly into her eyes.
“Your safe word is ‘I surrender’, just like your dad used. And when he said it, what happened?”
Sandy stared at Master Nathan, knowing she was getting a mini lecture. “You told us all to stop touching him.”
“Yes. The little one surrendered, and we respected that and stopped touching him.” Master tilted his head. “You don’t have to do this, Sandy. No one will think any less of you for saying no. It’s just a game, just something fun to do with people you trust. Erin and I will only be watching because that’s what you have consented to.”
Sandy nodded her head, and then gave her parents and brother a shy smile, and laid down on the bed, offering up her hands. Master moved and let slave aaron back in to secure her wrist as her mother secured the other. Sandy jumped a little as she felt her brother lift her left leg and tie the ankle cuff into place before slave aaron moved down to take her other leg and cuff it also. She peered down at her father, finding his eyes as he gave her a comforting smile. As he secured her leg to the corner of the bed, she felt her face flush as she realised from his angle, he would have a great view of her panties. At the end of the bed, Mistress Erin grinned at her – her view was even better.
Her mother lifted her head to slip the blindfold on, still leaving her eyes uncovered for the moment, before adding the headphones over her ears. As soon as they were on her head, her connection to the room started to become disconnected as the noise cancelling feature made the ambient noises fade. Sandy’s eyes flittered about the room and she saw Master looking down at her. He was saying something as he moved his hand slowly downwards through the air. “Breathe.” She realised she was taking shallow rapid breaths, and tried to calm herself down, offering back a weak smile of acknowledgement.
Master held up his phone for Sandy to see the timer set to 5 minutes. He pressed the start button and Sandy saw the time start to count down. Her mother slipped the padded blindfold down over her eyes, completely obscuring her view, leaving her in total darkness. At the same time the headphones began to play music in her ears, filling her mind with sound.
I love myself
I want you to love me
When I feel down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
Master placed his phone face down on the bedside table. Unseen, the timer read 4 min 55 seconds. It was not counting down.
Sandy’s slave parents, and her brother all began touching her body, light sensitive touches up and down her arms and legs. Over her hips and sides, her neck and torso. She jumped and trembled at the intense sensations – sensations that were amplified as the teen girl who had only ever gone as far as making out a couple of times, was now cuffed to a bed and being touched by her own family in a supposedly non erotic and yet still very erotic way. Her young body moved on its own in response to the stimulation from all sides, as the music in her ears filled her with other thoughts.
I don’t want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
None of the others before her had mentioned the soundtracks that had played for them. Sandy struggled to control her breathing as her body tingled intensely. Her nipples ached and she knew Mistress Erin must be able to see the wetness on her panties as her pussy felt like it was buzzing. As the feathers were brought out and began to tickle over her body, the sensations were heightened further, although they also made her laugh and giggle as they tickled her flesh.
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
Sandy’s breathing was getting more and more ragged, her arousal more and more obvious as slave maryanne, slave aaron and Steven were directed by Master Nathan to stop using the feathers and go back to using their hands on her young nubile body. Touching her non-erotic places and yet making her body react as if they were. The music enhancing her condition, the bonds restraining her, holding her still for them to continue to caress her body, her skirt riding up higher, better exposing her wetness to everyone present. She didn’t notice as the song looped back and started afresh, and the gentle assault on her body continued longer than any of the others as the timer never reached its end.
I touch myself (I don’t want)
I touch myself (Anybody else)
I touch myself (When I think about you)
I honestly do
I touch myself
I touch myself
I touch myself
As Sandy’s body writhed on the bed, pulling at the restraints, her panties soaked and her mind screaming in confusion and pleasure. The music suddenly decreased, but didn’t stop. Her blindfold didn’t move, but the headphone on her right ear was lifted. She heard Master’s voice.
“Do you remember what I said to you, Sandy?” his voice was calm and smooth. The hands on her body hadn’t stopped. “Do you remember what I can do with just one finger?” Sandy felt as though she were floating on a sea of hands, naked and exposed despite knowing she was clothed. The voice in her ear sounded luring, teasing. “Just one finger, for one minute, Sandy. Do you consent to Master using one finger on your body, for one minute?” Her mind raced back to the conversation about him spanking her mother – her mother’s pussy – and making her orgasm. His boast of being able to make her cum with just one finger, for just one minute…
“Yes,” came her gasping reply.
“Tell me that you consent, Sandy. You have to tell me that you consent. Tell me Sandy. Say the words.”
“I consent…” she whimpered. Then, louder – “I consent!”
The headphones were gently released back onto her ear, the music ramped back up, and the hands all left her body. She felt the bed moving around her, and then she felt it. One long strong finger ran firmly down down her needy wet panty clad pussy, rubbing firmly over her clit and then pressing the material between her soaked labia as it moved. Sandy’s body trembled, her ankles pulling at their bonds, her hands clenching above her head. She felt so completely exposed as if she really was naked in front of this man, this Master. His finger moved slowly back up til he found her swollen clit, and then using her own wetness he rapidly rubbed the pad of his finger back and forth over her horny love bud. She felt nothing else but that one finger, rubbing frantically and relentlessly, her body responding immediately and intensely!