Seduction 29

Seduction 29

Each ring that is tattooed on my bum is smaller than the last one.  But I think each ring also gets thicker than the ones that are larger.  There are three rings total when the hard object that was inserted into my anus is removed. 

Something wet is salved onto the tattooed area. 

I hear Misty’s voice talking to the people gathered to watch my branding.  “Now we will put the actual brand on her right . . . here.”  I feel her finger lightly, ever so lightly, circling on my perineum. 

“This is what it will look like.”  I think I hear her hold up a piece of paper . . . I think. 

There are appreciative uoooohs and aaaaahs.

“But first we are going to pluck all of her pubic hair,” my Misty says.

I have heard a few of my friends tell me about having their pubic hair ripped off.  I feel my fear rise.  I whimper.

I hear laughter.  I feel embarrassment, but it doesn’t assuage my growing terror.  But I can’t move anything except my knees and elbows.  My feet and hands are tied securely.

“First we shall warm the skin around her cunt so that her hair follicles loosen up.”  A hot, wet cloth is placed on my bunny mound.  Another is placed there, on top of the first one, and then another is added.  The heat on my pudenda feels good.  Parts of the heated wet cloths also hang over my bum, where the bull’s eyes tattoo now resides.  The sensation is oddly comforting. 

Misty invites everyone to help with my plucking. 

I feel many hands fondling me.  They seem to have no restrictions as to where they fondle me.  Their featherlike touches tantalize me.

Someone pulls the hot clothes up a little while they admire my new bull’s eye.  There are murmurs of admiration, and caressing fondles of that area, even a finger that delves within my arse.  Something tells me it is a woman’s finger. 

After about five minutes, I feel tiny pinpricks as they begin to pluck each hair.  It almost feels like tiny hail hitting my skin.  I find it not the least bit unpleasant!

In fact, I find it quite stimulating.  As I visualize what is happening, I find myself getting more turned on.  So many fingers touching my bunny.  Hands caressing my titties.  Sometimes I even feel lips kissing me, a tongue parting my lips, lingual caresses, my nipples being pulled, rolled, flicked.

Someone is fiddling with my clittie.  It has to be a woman, they know exactly how to touch me.  I hear myself moaning.  I feel my hips undulating in search of further stimulation, moaning for penetration. 

Then it is over.  How could they pluck me so quickly?  Or did I just loose track of time.  I am so turned on that I fear I will explode in need.

“And now, the piece de ‘resistance!” Misty’s throaty voice promises.

Will I be able to hold back my orgasm?  I am so close.  Will I have the will power?

Andrea, my darling Andrea, chuckles.  “Our little toy is very close to cumming!  See how her hips are pulsing like that?  Oh, she is very turned on!  Shall we make her wait?  Or shall we make her cum so hard she squirts?  She’s a real squirter, you know?!”

I hear appreciative murmurs

A hand slaps my bunny so hard that I gasp, my tummy muscles curl upward, trying to protect my sensitive part.

My need to cum recedes slightly.