Page 66 of At Her Pleasure
Touch me however you desire, Mistresses. Feel the possibilities of the evening. A footnote at the bottom added, Lace your own male sub in a handmade corset at the Vendor Market.
Cyn wondered if Skye could get Tiger into one. Maybe if it was in leather, and had skull and flame patches.
Vera appeared at her shoulder. “How can you doubt there’s a Goddess, when you see something that sweet?”
She wore a skirt suit in a rich mango color, with a vanilla-colored blouse. The skirt showed off her stockinged legs and the jacket had ruffles over her backside. Flourishes of pale orange adorned her white high heels.
“You look like an ice cream cone,” Cyn noted.
“Something a male will want to lick, all the way to the cream center. If I give him permission to do so.”
“Got that right.” Cyn shot her a grin. “You go left, I’ll go right.”
Cyn put her hand above the sub’s right knee as Vera did the same on the left. Whereas Vera caressed her way up his thigh in silky spirals, Cyn dug her nails into the thin slacks and went straight up. They moved in sync, though, so that when they reached the crease between thigh and testicles, giving them a passing fondle, their fingertips brushed.
Cyn was sure he wore a condom under the pants for the erection he was exhibiting. Depending on what each Mistress chose to do to him, he might spew a few times this evening. He was well-trained, not thrusting rudely into their touch. Cyn knew his Mistress, and suspected Grania had ensured good behavior by threatening him with a chastity cage, which would prevent him from having an erection at all. A Dungeon Monitor was nearby, keeping a protective eye on him.
If Cyn had donned her metal claws, she could have left the slacks in tatters. But Grania had dressed him, and only she had the right to shred his clothing.
Cyn thought of lacing Mick into a corset, then cutting each string with her claws, slowly loosening the garment and bringing it down until she could bite his nipples with those metal tips.
That might be a good way to start their CNC scene, to get them both into it.
She was already fantasizing, and she’d barely left the foyer. She didn’t know if that was a good sign or a warning, that some things were too good to be true.
As she and Vera moved past the bound sub, they didn’t neglect the rear view. Their hands slid down to the shallow valley of his back, playing with the loops of the lacing before indulging a cupping of his tight backside. They exchanged a wicked Domme smile, infused with pure delight. Cyn felt like she could smell popcorn and peppermint, feel the firmness of the mechanic’s lips. He’d been her first real kiss.
“There’s an opening ceremony on the dance floor stage in fifteen minutes,” Vera said.
“It’s probably already wall to wall.”
“Ros is saving us a high top.” Vera gave Cyn’s face a critical look. “The nose is swollen, but in this light and with your makeup, no one will notice without a close look.”
“You sound surprised. I know how to do makeup.”
“I just figured you’d enhance the bruising to look scarier.”
“I’m plenty scary without help. Don’t I look like it?”
Cyn had chosen her black slacks over booted heels, but tonight her sleeveless shirt choice was a transparent black fabric with silver thread running in straight lines to the hem. The front and back of the shirt were held in place with a clear elastic band that connected them at the rib cage on either side and tightened the bodice. Under the glittering fabric, her curves and nipples were shadowed but evident.
At Vera’s raised brow, Cyn shrugged. “I’m in the mood to be extra bitchy tonight.”
“Goddess help him.”
The next thing they encountered was the dessert table. Chocolate truffles, cupcakes, cookies, a chocolate fountain with fresh fruits and shortbread. Nearby was an open bar. A two-drink maximum on alcohol kept play safe and event costs reasonable, but there were limitless sparkling waters, sodas, fruit juices, and even coffee and tea, the latter making Vera happy.
“I swear you were stolen from a British nursery and shipped to the U.S.”
“I’ve always wanted to have a British accent. Skye put one into my digital voice. It sounds good. Maybe I should cultivate one.”
“If you sound like Mary Poppins when you lecture me on proper work behavior, I’ll get horny.”
“When are you not?” Vera gestured to one end of the table. “I think someone was thinking of you.”
Cyn saw a vegan section, with more cupcakes, cookies and candies. She was going to scoff at Vera and remind her she wasn’t the only vegan, but then she saw what Vera was pointing at. A selection of all the vegan desserts had been set on a cake stand and covered with the glass dome. Someone had painted on the glass, bold, swirling black and silver letters, with a toss of glitter to draw attention to it.
Mistress Cyn’s Only.