Page 18 of Master Heimdall
“No, Master Heimdall.”
He nodded his head and rifled around in a chest set behind a bench labeled Sybian. He pulled a dildo out of its packaging. It wasn’t little either and had a pair of bunny ears for clitoral stimulation. A shudder of desire moved through me. Forced Os weren't a problem, in fact, they were very welcomed. Next, he pulled out a second dildo, slightly thinner and almost cone shaped. Now we were talking! Double penetration on stage. I’d be shattering and falling apart in no time. I licked my lips with anticipation.
He removed my tiny mini skirt, leaving me in my red thong and the black and silver crop top. He removed my top and had me step out of my thong. Now my slick entrance and pebbled nipples were on full display for all to see. Although I was aware there were many people at the club and their eyes were laser focused on us, my attention was completely on Master Heimdall.
My breasts were aching to be touched, and my entire body was aflame with desire and need. He stood back and took me in. I remained still and allowed him to peruse my body like a master sculptor. I hoped that I lived up to his expectations, and he bent my body to his will, like a sculptor does with clay.
He was keeping his expression blank. But when he stepped in close to me to bind my arms, I could see the outline of his hard, thick cock through his leather pants.
When he was satisfied that the bindings were just right, he lowered me onto the equipment. The moment my slick entrance made contact with the dildo, I let out a sigh. I already felt better and we hadn’t even really begun yet.
Heimdall was patient and in no rush. “Are you ready to come in front of everyone here tonight, little subby?” His voice was low, only I could hear his question, and the growly tone set off sparks in my brain that zinged to other parts making me wetter and needier than ever.
“Yes, Master… Heimdall.” I almost forget to add Heimdall. Calling him Master, at least in this situation, felt so natural, but it would also mean we were in something more than a scene and as much as my libido screamed yes to that notion, the rest of my brain still functioning told me to slow down and keep things in perspective.
Stay in the moment and enjoy, Rose, this may be your only time.
My inner self offered great advice. I shut off everything but being present, giving myself into each moment like a cherished gift, which it really was.
My thighs were spread wide and there was nothing hidden from those watching us. I opened my eyes to half-lidded slits and noticed that most of the room still had their focus on Heimdall and me. Fireworks erupted down my spine and zapped my sensitive clit. A shudder moved through me and I allowed my head to drop back and a low moan of pleasure escaped.
Heimdall stayed within my eyesight and close enough that I could watch him holding the remote. He pressed a button and the dildo that had penetrated between my slick folds, rotated. The one in my rear end vibrated and tapped something deep inside me, while the clitoral stimulator hit the swollen pink pearl hiding just inside its hood.
The pace was unhurried, and a slow ache began to build inside of me. I wanted it to go faster but Heimdall seemed completely relaxed and in his zone. He knew what he was doing and instead of desiring, I tried to take my earlier advice and just enjoy every moment at his, not my, pace. Having said that, the machine, regardless of speed was hitting three places at once and it wasn’t long before heated tingles radiated down my legs and arms, across my chest, igniting my nipples with a heavy throb, while intensifying warmth made my entire body break out in a heated flush.
Just when I didn’t think I could hold back from the precipice, Heimdall asked, “Do you want to come?” His whispered growl by the shell of my ear almost pushed me off the edge.
“Do you want to fall apart in front of all these people?”
“Yes, Master Heimdall.”
“Louder, sub, I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Master Heimdall!”
He changed the speed and an orgasm ripped through me at an alarming rate. I released a loud keening sound, with my head thrown back. But I didn’t have time to process as the machine wasn’t stopping or slowing down.
My only warning of the next explosive orgasm was new heat added to my already overstimulated clit. I let loose a primal howl as my essence flooded the machine to drip down my inner calves and pool on the mat below me. A sob followed and I was shaking my head now, my body almost convulsing. As I thrashed my upper body, another orgasm pushed me off the cliff for a third time. But there was no time to float. This was intensity at its finest and until I call out yellow, he won’t stop, but he does slow down the force of the vibration on my clit. The rotating dildo remained as it was, but Heimdall slowed the speed, and finally, I could catch my breath.
“Are you ready to fall apart again, my little slut?”
Was I? He wasn’t really asking, but giving me a choice to bow out now, or accept what he’d set in motion. “Yes, Master Heimdall.”
“You are such a dirty girl, aren’t you, Rose? Are you going to come for me, hmmm, do you have another orgasm for your Master?”
Well, since he put it that way. “Yes, Master Heimdall.”
“That’s my girl.”
His girl? The words rolled through me followed by a new gooey sensation of finality. Like I’d finally found what I was looking for. What a nice thought… as well as my last thought. The Sybian moved up to a new speed of rotation and vibration.
“Oh my god, oh fuck!” From some place deep within, a guttural primal cry poured from me as my body fell apart. Heimdall turned off the machine and allowed the waves of pleasure to build and crash until there was finally nothing left and I slumped forward.
I was barely conscious of him untying and lifting me off the machine to wrap a blanket around me. He carried me off stage to the applause of those who’d witnessed me figuratively fall apart.
I was a sweaty, wonderful mess, enjoying the feel of his strong arms holding me close to the solid frame of his body, keeping me safe.
In the aftercare area, he sat down and pulled me in tight to his chest. Somehow another blanket was wrapped around me and a bottle of water held to my lips.