“Sounds fun!” Reya says. “I’ve been waiting to have some fun with this cute little boy toy.”
“Good,” Ingrid replies, “because I was hoping to try the same thing with this scene as we did for the scene with Jessica and Kit–namely, do a parallel scene right here in the room.” Ingrid looks around the room. “I know I’ve discussed it with Reya and Sebastian. How does that sound to everyone?”
“I’ve been excited to see Reya and Sebastian do a scene together for a while now,” Emma offers.
“And are you gonna watch it from your back, Em–all tied up and naked?” Silus asks, teasing.
“It’s not my fault my character can’t seem to get untied for more than a few minutes at a time!” Emma protests, half-joking.
“Sure,” Yuna replies, running her hand loving across Emma’s naked belly. “You’re just helpless in the matter; Kit is simply irrepressible.” Silus snorts good-naturedly in response to Yuna’s sarcasm. Emma looks up at her girlfriend with a look that says, ‘You’re gonna pay for this snark later.’
“Jest aside,” Ingrid interjects, “I have something in mind for Emma when we come back to Kit in a minute.”
“Well I can’t wait to find out what that’s gonna be,” Reya says sotto voce for everyone to hear. Silus snorts again.
“But in the meantime,” Ingrid continues, “I think it’s only fair we untie our friend.”
“Of course, darling,” Yuna tells Emma, all sarcasm gone from her voice, as she begins to tug at the knots of the frogtie holding her bound.
“And let her put on some clothes,” Ingrid finishes. “If she wants to, that is.” Emma, still flashing her pussy at the entire group, blushes deeply.
The group relaxes for a brief moment, getting up to use the restroom or just watching Yuna slowly, methodically untie Emma. Yuna enjoys pulling the double strands of lavender colored jute rope slowly across Emma’s skin as she unwinds the tie, making the close of the rope scene as erotic in its own way as the beginning was, though restful rather than exciting. For her part, Emma lies back, perfectly relaxed, and allows herself to fully relish the rope space Yuna is creating for her. Watching them, Reya leans down and nibbles lightly on Sebastian’s ear. He flinches slightly with delight and turns his face toward her. She kisses his cheek.
From the sofa, Ingrid surveys the scene with a quiet joy, glad to have created such a safe, open space for her friends. Glancing over at Silus at the other end of the sofa, she finds him already looking at her, a knowing smile on his face. He reaches up to his brow and tips a nonexistent hat in her direction, as if to say, ‘Well done, you sly fox, you.’ Ingrid blushes a little and gives him a silent laugh, her shoulders quaking quietly.
Free from ropes at last, Emma sighs and reluctantly looks about for her clothes. She pulls on her tight-fitting jeans without any underwear (her thong is still soggy from the time it spent in her mouth while Ingrid fucked her in the ass), then puts on her sports bra. She picks up her track jacket, hangs it on a hook by the apartment door, then returns to lounge in the bean bag chair next to Yuna.
“This next scene actually begins in the real world,” Ingrid announces to her newly settled players.
“Wait, what?” Yuna asks, looking surprised and a little puzzled. “If the kink scene here in real life is supposed to parallel the one in-game, how’s that supposed to work?”
“Good question! This next DnD scene was inspired by our friends Sebastian and Reya,” Ingrid explains, “much like many of the other scenes we’ve explored so far. This one’s unique in that it’s actually going to set the tone first, and what happens in-game will follow.”
Silus gives Ingrid a look that says, ‘DM, you never cease to amaze me,’ as he shakes his head in admiration. Shrugging her shoulders, Yuna says, “Ok, then! Let’s do this!”
Ingrid turns to Reya, makes eye contact, then gives a nod. Reya takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, eyes closed, sinking into her top space. She reaches down to sharply pinch one of Sebastian’s exposed nipples. He flinches, suppressing a groan. “My cute little slave,” she says quietly, her lips inches from Seb’s ear, “it’s time to serve our guests hors d’oeuvres.” Feeling the pain in his nipple, Seb leans back against Reya, his eyes closed.
“Go,” Reya says again, even more quietly this time. “Now.”
She releases her grip on his nipple and Sebastian gets to his feet. His narrow, skinny body is naked but for tiny, spandex briefs clinging tightly to his hips. Sebastian’s arousal bulges absurdly against the tight fabric, black against his olive skin, drawing the attention of everyone’s gaze. Embarrassed at all the attention, Seb pads over to the kitchen portion of Ingrid’s small, open plan apartment. Without exception, everyone watches his tight, round ass sway as he walks–the motion highlighted, rather than concealed, by the tight black fabric that is his only clothing.
Seb feels their gaze intensely, simultaneously ashamed and delighted at their attention. Knowing that he cannot avoid it–that this mostly-naked walk of shame is required of him by Reya, his master and dominant–only makes the situation more charged with erotic energy for him. He feels his junk grow even further, swelling impossibly against his imprisoning briefs. The pressure hurts a bit, but also feels so very good.
Opening the refrigerator door, he bends over to extract two dishes full of carefully prepared finger foods. All the while, he is aware that he is giving the watching voyeurs a lovely side profile of his body and bulging erection. Carefully closing the refrigerator, Seb turns his backside to the audience and sets the dishes on the kitchen counter, unwrapping the plastic wrap covering them. One contains deviled eggs while the other holds vegetable spring rolls.
“Your submissive has a really nice ass,” Emma comments loudly to Reya.
“Yes, he does,” Reya replies equally loudly without taking her gaze off the object of discussion. “It’s firm. But also substantial.”
“I bet it’s really fun to smack,” Yuna chimes in.
“Oh, it is,” Reya agrees. “It’s a great ass for smacking. And so much more.” Her voice trail’s off after this last sentence, her eyes still glued to her personal slave.
A wave of delicious, erotic humiliation washes over Sebastian as he overhears this conversation. Taking a couple deep breaths, he focuses his attention on the task at hand. Taking one of the platters in both hands, he turns and walks carefully back to the seated players, well aware of their gaze on his exposed body and bulging underwear. He is on his way to Yuna when Reya calls out to him.
“Slave.” Reya crooks her finger, beckoning him toward her. Surprised, Sebastian turns and walks over to her. Reya stands and pulls something from her pocket. A light, tinkling sound fills the quiet air. Sebastian, still holding the plate, looks with trepidation and embarrassment at the rubber-tipped clamps in Reya’s fingers and knows what’s about to happen.