Unbecoming: The Red Room (Part 2)
- Jul 18
- 3 min read
So, after my bratty side was raging, and my pussy was flooding between my legs. Then Sir told me "You've had enough for now pumpkin, let's go enjoy the rest of the show." Even though I obeyed, I wanted more. Like a virgin, the first encounter leaves you craving more. That's how I felt sitting there with my ass slightly swollen after a being bent over the chair and taking paddle after paddle. As I settled beside Sir, I watched the scenes unfold, from someone getting their nipples clamped to electric play. My mind, preoccupied with the intensity of wanting to go submissive/brat but feeling stuck in my shyness. Lots of times my partner checked in making sure I was ok, but I just couldn't tell him how much I wanted to let loose, and I got so horny from the sheer enjoyment just from watching the others.
Well seems I got my wish; after wrapping up, I made a simple comment - wishing someone had dared to use the flogger so I could have gotten a good show. I really should have shut up. Before I could catch up, I was being offered the chance - be chained to the St. Andrew's Cross and get my already tingling ass flogged. I wanted to both protest and jump to the offer, one quick hesitation was all I got before I was being hauled off to be cuffed.
Without a doubt I was turned on, wishing in that moment, I could have the public privacy to let it go. A quick flex and the hits were coming, heavy and daunting. My dress did nothing to ease the stings, but I loved that. This time when the moans came, I let them slip. I was holding my own, I wanted to be choked, be told I'm good but I'm a whore, to be praised and degraded. I was getting light; I was slipping into that state I so badly wanted to be in - submission. They cheered, told him to take off the dress, leaving me in lingerie only, my bare ass barely hidden by the underwear. I was now on exhibition, with my shyness now clouding my true desires from shining through.
The hits were harder, sweeter, my pussy was dripping though they probably didn't know. While my Sir flogged me, the other Dominant made his presence felt beside me, teasing with closeness. "Do you like that? You're such a good girl taking those hits" he spoke. It reverted through my body but I'm a brat, so my response purposefully lacked respect "Yes." no title, I thought I was going to get fucked up- surely, he heard but just in case, I answered all other questions without title or nod. One Dom choking me while the other spanks me? I thought, what more can a brat need. But unfortunately, those thoughts stayed as just that, unfulfilled desires, while my ass kept taking hits from the flogger. Until it stopped, I dared not look around. I felt like one more touch to my ass would shatter me and I'd orgasm.
That’s when I felt soft hands brushed against my ass now on fire. It was Queen, she called my name "Do you like? You've been doing so well, my turn" smack she slapped my ass. Her soft hands on my ass made me moan like a bitch. I decided to play a little, let that brat rule -"is that the best can do? Harder! How cute." I was just getting into it when the Dominant returned, directly in front of me, through my pleasure induced pain haze, I wanted to say something smart but he uncuffed me and whispered in my ears "He's waiting for you at the gloryhole, go to him now."….
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