Secret Fantasy - Glove Fetish steemit exclusive part 7

Chris heard gentle slapping and quiet whimpering behind him and he turned his head to look what was going on. Tanya was on her knees in front of Karina and Karina was slapping her bottom gently with the flat of her hand.

“Turn around. I did not give you permission to watch!” Karina paused in the slapping to admonish him.

Chris instantly whipped his head back to face the wall, but the moans were irresistible and he sneaked another look. Karina stopped slapping Tanya and walked over to him, she spoke quietly. “I said, you do not have permission to look.”

Enunciating each word slowly and carefully, punctuating each word with an increasingly hard slap on his own arse, giving ‘permission’ two slaps. He groaned gently and she put a blindfold on him.

“Now, you can’t look,” she said.

The slaps from behind him grew louder and the accompanying whimpers grew to moans and once, even a yell. Chris wanted desperately to push his cock against something, but the wall was too cold. He knew that because he had tried a few times.

Soon, the slaps from behind him stopped and he heard Karina moaning. His head tilted inquisitively as he tried to make sense of the new sounds. Then he realised what the sounds were and his erection literally jumped in its socket at what his imagination’s eye-view saw.

That time, the coldness of the wall couldn’t deter him; he pressed his length to it, the smoothness bringing a sensation which was not quite relief.

“Stop that!” He heard Karina yell and he jerked his hips back. “Tanya, get me the crop, no, that one.”

He knew what was coming and tried to brace himself. “Disturb me in my enjoyment, would you?” Karina said, swiping his buttocks with the crop, but gently, so gently that the sting was more pleasure than pain.

“You like that, don’t you?” Karina stopped hitting him and scraped her leather encased fingers across the raised, cropped skin.

“Yes, Mistress,” Chris said in a croak more than a whisper.

“Oh, good boy!” Karina crooned. “Now, how many nights have you been coming to the club, gazing at me, fantasising over me? How many little sluts have you taken home and fucked while all the time you were imagining it was me?”

Chris was shocked, how did she know this? But he replied truthfully. “Too many to count, Mistress.”

“Yes, I know, Chris.”

She undid his ropes, Tanya untied the ones at his ankles and Karina stopped him when he tried to remove his blindfold.

“Tanya, how many times have you been to the club, fantasising over me?”

“Every weekend, Mistress.”

Chris gasped at Tanya’s confession.

“Chris, that hard-on looks very painful, is it?” Karina’s voice pulled his mind back to the cellar – or dungeon and he understood everything.

“Jesus! Yes it is, I’ve not had a shag since Friday and I haven’t wanked, just like you said.”

“Yes, I can tell. The head looks very swollen and purple and it looks as though one touch from me will make it explode.”

As she said that, she lifted his balls with the crop, although his scrotum was very tight and hardly moved. Then she lightly touched the end of his cock with the crop, smearing the pre-cum over the tip, bringing forth a shudder from Chris as it cooled on his end.

“All right Chris, you may now get rid of the pressure, but use your left hand.”

“Here? Now?” he asked, bewildered.

“Either do it now or wait another week!” Karina said.

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