Chapter 48: The Virgin´s Choices, Part 4, Kris

I am trembling with...

What?

Fear? Anticipation? Arousal? My pussy streaming hot juices, I am afire.

He´s barely touched me.

“James, Michael. If you would.”

My Masters each take me by a hand, bending me forward over the bench. Arms outstretched to either side of me, my face pressed sideways against the padding, I am shackled to the hoops at either end.

They start to cuff my ankles too, legs spread, but Kris interrupts them. “No need for that. I like to see my subs struggle. I´ll enjoy watching her trying to escape.”

He reaches under me, hauling my hips upwards. Shoulders down, ass up, I am displayed and presented. Panting now, in the half-light of this ´dungeon´, a hundred pairs of eyes on me, my world feels surreal, dreamlike.

Am I trancing again?

The crop slides down my spine, slowly, sensually, sending a shiver that runs through me and raising goosebumps along my arms and thighs.

“You can keep the shoes on, Charlotte, but you don´t need these.”