I think I might get groped

I felt the tug on my collar as he led me through the club, the leash in his hand guiding the way.  We entered a smaller back room.  There was far less obvious equipment – no spanking benches or restraint apparatus.  Yet there were plenty of people in there

I was immediately aware of their eyes moving over my face and body.  I stood up taller in my high heels, arching my back in my skimpy underwear.  I was surprised by the attention but relished the feel of their gaze upon me

My Dom pulled at the leash, encouraging me over towards a dimly lit corner of the room.  It was then that I realised there was a tall dark item there.  I felt some initial apprehension unsure of what this would entail, matched with a tingling of nervous desire between my legs

He reached inside the black material and opened a door of a metal cage.  I immediately realised exactly what I was looking at.  My eyes moved to meet my Dom’s, he smiled at me and stroked my back, “I know a Grope Box is a fantasy of yours”

My eyes drank it in; before me was a metal cage, covered in black material and with a multitude of cuts in the material to allow hands through.  I shivered in trepidation and longing

His hands moved to my neck and he unclipped the leash from my collar.  I felt the pressure of his hand on my lower back, moving me forward and into the cage.  I glanced behind me, his face reassured me, but behind him I could see a sea of eyes watching me.  Fronds of arousal caressed my body

From behind, his hands unhooked my bra and moved sensually up to my shoulders, peeling the straps away and down my arms.  He let the silk cups fall from my breasts, but he didn’t touch them.  They ached with longing to be stroked and pinched, tugged and teased

His hands moved lower, hugging the curve of my waist until they reached the bows of ribbon on either side of my knickers.  He pulled at the thin silk and the bows unravelled, the tiny knickers falling to the floor.  I could hear my breathing quickening and my heart starting to race

I was very aware of my nakedness, only my high heels and collar still in place.  His hand closed around my right wrist and he secured a cuff to it – leather on the outside, but soft fur on the inside, luxurious against my skin.  He lifted my cuffed wrist and secured it to a hook in the top of the cage.  Then he repeated with the other, his touch gentle and caring

Then his hands trailed down my legs.  It made me whimper with the need to be touched and my hips bucked towards him.  He laughed “All in good time, Little One”

He took two more cuffs and encircled each ankle with one.  He instructed me to spread my legs a little wider and he attached each ankle cuff to a small chain on either side of the cage

I felt him move away a little and I could sense him admiring the sight of me.  “Good Girl” he breathed with satisfaction.  A little frisson of fear rippled through me as I heard the metal door close, trapping me in the cage.  His words were exactly what I needed to hear to turn that fear into delicious nervous anticipation, “I will be right here every moment.  If you want to pause or stop, you know exactly what to say”

Then he pulled the black material back down and I was alone in my cage.  The cage was big enough for me to comfortably stand.  My restraints still allowed me to twist my body and to move my legs a little.  But the ankle restraints meant I could not close my legs and the size of the cage meant if I stepped in any direction, I would be right against the bars on that side.  The black material shrouded me in semi-darkness

My body yearned to be touched, yet my thighs were almost trembling with nerves

I waited

I could feel my pussy slickening with my juices

I heard the material move as a first hand pushed through it.  A small soft hand found my waist, fingers gently brushing against my skin.  A sigh of pleasure slipped from my lips

Then a second hand pushed through and against my upper body, groping around to find my left breast.  Hungrily grabbing at it, squeezing at the soft flesh, pinching the nipple hard between his fingers.  The roughness making me moan wantonly

Another hand entered and found my other breast.  The touch gentler, more sensual.  The contrast between the way each breast was being played with was so decadent, I felt my juices start to coat my inner thighs

More hands finding their way in, one just stroking my hair, another slapping at the backs of my thighs.  Every part of my body feeling so incredibly sensitive and aroused

Two fingers circled my mouth, rubbing over my lips, before pushing into my mouth, just using it for fun.  It played entirely to my humiliation kink as I drooled on his fingers.  I suspected they were my Dom’s fingers, but I had no way to be sure

Someone had managed to get both hands through and was massaging at my bottom.  It felt blissful

And then the intimacy of a stranger’s hand parting my pussy lips, his fingers probing between them.  He knew when he found that perfect spot as I cried out and my hips bucked towards him.  Circling, rubbing, tapping – his fingers played with my clit and I felt my orgasm starting to build

The hands all over my body continued and I was powerless to stop myself.  The waves of pleasure started to overwhelm me, and I screamed as my body arched and bucked

Even as my orgasm subsided, the hands continued to tease and stimulate my sensitive flesh.  The fingers on my clit worked more gently, caressing between my pussy lips but with less intense stimulation

The slaps on my thighs were interjected with pinches and caresses.  The strokes on my hair extended lower to play across my back, while fingers still penetrated my mouth.  The juxtaposition of play on my breasts continued.  The feelings of power and degradation running through me were incredibly intense

The hands on my bottom paused from their rubbing and parted my cheeks.  I hissed “No”, but still they were held apart, two fingers starting to push against my arse hole.  The thigh pinching hands moved to my pussy, two fingers pushing against that opening

The two people on the outside must have signalled to one another, for at the same moment both pairs of fingers entered me, stretching and filling both my holes.  Another hand pinched my clit and I sobbed as the intensity of my orgasm ripped through me, flames of intensity burning inside me

As the sensations dulled, I tugged at the restraints and I heard the voice of my Dom outside.  The probing hands obediently moved off me with a final stroke or caress.  I heard the door open and my Dom’s voice reassuring me.  He undid the restraints and picked me up in his arms

He carried me from the cage.  I forced myself to look up and around me, even as my cheeks burned.  I tried to meet each and every gaze, wondering which hand they had been responsible for.  Every face responded with a knowing smile

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