Silk sheets whisper against my skin in our penthouse aerie. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame the city skyline, diamonds glittering below. Philippe sips vintage Dom Pérignon, the bubbles sharp on his tongue. His cock strains against bespoke trousers. We just watched the video. Françoise, my colleague, humiliated in Nicole’s sex shop. Begging loud for a vibrating egg and anal plug. Cumming in public. Licking stranger’s cum off his dick. Eating pussy for the first time. She’s en route now. My pussy throbs at the thought.
The elevator dings softly. Discreet chime for elite access only. Door opens. Françoise enters, trembling. Vertigo heels click on marble floors. Green dress clings, no bra, no panties as ordered. She drops to all fours instantly. Crawls toward us, eyes down. Leather leash in her teeth, just like last time. The city lights halo her submission.
The Privilege
I recline on the velvet chaise, legs crossed. Thigh-high boots gleam under crystal chandelier light. Philippe stands, bulge obscene. ‘Inspect her,’ I command. He yanks up her dress. Fingers plunge into her sopping cunt. She whimpers, hips bucking. ‘Dripping like a whore,’ he growls. Pulls out glistening digits. I taste them. Salty nectar.
‘Welcome back, slut,’ I purr. Champagne flute in hand, I circle her. The air smells of her arousal, mixed with Chanel No. 5. She spits the leash at my feet. ‘Mistress Julie,’ she breathes. Voice husky. ‘I’ve obeyed. No touching myself. Aching for you.’ Her ass cheeks still faintly marked from last week’s belt. Perfect canvas.
Philippe pours her a glass. She laps it from the floor like a pet. Bubbles fizz on her tongue. Our eyes lock over her bent form. This is our world. Power. Exclusivity. No limits.
I snap the leash on her collar. Tug her to the center rug, Persian silk under knees. ‘Show us the toys.’ She fetches the bag. Egg vibrator. Silicone plug, still slick from her ass. I test the remote. Buzz fills the room. She gasps, thighs clenching.
‘Tonight, you earn release,’ I say. ‘Beg properly.’
The city pulses below. Our private empire. She is ours.
The Excess
Her body quivers as I ramp the vibrations. Egg buried deep in her cunt. Plug stretching her tight ass. Philippe frees his thick cock. Veins throbbing. He strokes slow, pre-cum beading. I order her: ‘Suck him while I whip that sloppy pussy.’ Belt cracks air. First lash on her exposed lips. She moans around his shaft. Saliva drips.
‘Harder,’ I demand. She deepthroats, gagging. I alternate strikes: cheeks, thighs, clit. Red welts bloom on pale skin. Her hips grind air. Orgasms build, denied last week. Now, I control them.
Philippe groans, fucking her face. Balls slap chin. I crank the egg to max. She screams muffled, body convulsing. Cums violently, squirting on marble. Puddle forms. I stop the vibe. ‘No more without permission.’
She pulls off, gasping. ‘Punish me, Mistress. I came too soon.’ Belt sings again. Ten lashes. Each draws yelps turning to moans. Philippe can’t wait. Flips her onto the leather ottoman. Rams into her ass, plug discarded. She howls. I straddle her face. Grind my wet pussy on her tongue. She laps eagerly, nose in my ass.
Waves crash. I cum first, flooding her mouth. Philippe pounds relentlessly. Fills her ass with hot spurts. She shudders, denied again. We collapse in sweat-slicked luxury.
Post-climax haze. I wipe her clean with Egyptian cotton towels. Philippe refills champagne. She kneels, spent. ‘Dismissed,’ I say. ‘No touching till next orders.’ She crawls out. Elevator swallows her.
Walls of glass seal our secret. City sleeps below, oblivious. Philippe pulls me close. His cock stirs anew against silk robe. We sip. Plot next excess. This elite life. Pure privilege.
