This is Part II in our three-part saga. Read Part I before continuing your journey here.

Tempted by the Unknown

X confessed, somewhat surprisingly, that he had never taken a dominant role with a man, yet the concept intrigued him. This disclosure startled me a bit, as I viewed X as a seasoned participant. His usual preference was for pretty women, but this proposal seemed to fan the flames of his adventurous spirit.

Balancing Desire and Consent

Quickly, we negotiated P's boundaries. His body was an open canvas, barring a few untouchable areas: his 'privates' were off-limits, and he desired slaps only on his backside, upper thighs, and abdomen. As for clothing, he left the decision to us. I was mildly disheartened about bypassing his genitals, but, of course, I would respect his choice.

The Interlude: Cooling Down and Warming Up

Following our negotiation, we agreed to take a short break before proceeding with the scene. He chose a spot on a large lounge chair, designed to accommodate two, and I felt a sudden wave of warmth wash over me from the previous scene. I headed upstairs, retrieved a cup of ice, and pressed the cool ice cubes against my heated face and chest. With my cup of ice, I joined him on the chair, and we chatted side by side. A sense of gratitude for this unique space filled me.

The Theater of Eroticism

As I soaked in the scene, noticed a couple engrossed in their own erotic dance. The male partner pinned to a St. Andrew's Cross, while an alluring woman skillfully wielded her flogger, charging the room with a simmering eroticism.

Indulging in Decadence: Of Feathered Fans and Grapes

My face was still a furnace, and I voiced my need for a fan. P briefly used his hat to cool me down but soon abandoned the task. Spotting B, she read my discomfort, and she shuffled toward a fan. She turned it on and brought it close to me, aiming its comforting breeze in my direction.

I noticed a decorative woman's figure sporting an ornate feathered headdress, and I asked B to use it as a makeshift fan. She complied, waving the decoration to create a cool current of air around me. I was in a state of blissful decadence, a feeling amplified by my request for grapes, a Cleopatra-like desire that B swiftly fulfilled.

I wondered what P was thinking.

Was he annoyed, thinking I was lazy, or was he taking careful notes?

Misinterpretations and Revelations

A grape hung from the bunch, suspended from her hand, its juicy flesh meeting my teeth with a satisfying crunch. There was a comedic slip, a stem slipping into my mouth and evoking a playful comment from P about my clumsy consumption. I misunderstood and thought he asked about biting a stick -- no, a dick?

His eyes danced with mischievous glee, asking if his interpretation of my comment had opened a new avenue of exploration - biting his cock.

Flirting with Thoughts

My affirmative answer came easy, despite my racing thoughts... my mind whirling with the potential of the upcoming scene.

Would the experience be like the one from years past?

And how would it feel - not just the bites, but my tongue, my lips, all of me engulfing him?

As I navigated my thoughts, B continued her diligent grape service. Each one was luscious and sweet, bar a few sour interlopers. My good-natured complaint was met with earnest seriousness, as she endeavored to select only the sweetest offerings. Her diligent obedience was arousing.

A good pup.

Cleopatra Reimagined

P’s amused observation of our interaction perhaps suggesting he was grateful not to be the target of my bossiness. However, at that moment, my full Cleopatra fantasy was realized, a sensation of pure decadence and unadulterated taking hold of me.

Preparation and Anticipation

The prospect of initiating our agreed scene came up. P excused himself to freshen up, having previously indulged in a saltwater pool dip, and extended an invitation for me to oversee the process, which I declined. I, too, took a moment to refresh myself, a quick gaze in the mirror nudging me to make a slight adjustment to my dress, baring my bra and enhancing the appeal of my cleavage.

I could feel the gaze of others tracing my form as I sauntered back downstairs, their attention stoking the embers of my confidence, making me feel alluring and powerful.

Renegotiating the Session

Our paths converged once again in the communal space, P shed his clothing. We revisited his boundaries and interests, noting the fresh alterations brought on by our previous playful banter.

Now, his ‘privates’ were no longer a forbidden zone, their sensitivity instead to be enjoyed under the delicate sting of my slaps and bites.

However, his testicles were declared a no-slap zone, due to the excessive discomfort it brought him.

The prospect of my teeth tracing the expanse of his body and tugging at his beard was accepted with gusto. I was particularly eager to explore this new sensation.

Exploring the Flames

Throughout our conversation, my gaze drifted over his physique, appreciation sparking within me for the random chain of events that led to this tantalizing moment.

P's appearance was an elixir of temptation: his well-honed muscles, meticulous grooming, and an irresistible voice that carved a path straight into action. There was no room for shyness here.

A Sensual Expedition

Assuming the same position as A had earlier, P gripped the supportive rod, his muscles straining beautifully under the effort. As we readied ourselves, I sought his opinion on using my tongue across his entire form, to which he suggested we’d navigate our way together.

I agreed, admitting my plans were yet unformed, besides the thought of relishing his form and teasing his sensitivity.

The session began with me behind him, my hands skimming across his shoulders and dancing upon his fingertips. An immediate spark ignited within me, a certainty whispering that this encounter was bound for ecstasy.

I explored the contours of his muscular back and firm behind with my hands, the commanding edges of his body making me realize the magnificent physical specimen he truly was.

Finding Pleasure in Power

As I kneaded into him with the balance of tender assertion, I brought my lips close to his ear, confessing my admiration for his body and the thrill I found in touching him.

My grips tightened, pinching his flesh, drawing from him a series of contorted movements and quickened breaths. The contrasting symphony of his pleasure and discomfort-filled gasps filled me with joy.

As I circled him, pressing my hand against his abdomen, I noticed the undeniable evidence of his arousal, a detail I had chosen to ignore earlier.

However, now, with the liberty to fully appreciate him, I indulged my curiosity about how best to utilize this part of him.

Unveiling Arousal

Facing him, my hands found their way to his smooth chest, tracing the surface while my words poured forth the intensity of my fascination. His firm behind felt the squeeze of my eager hands, pulling him closer as I reinforced the surrender of control that was essential to our shared experience

Our bodies pressed together, the heat from his arousal pressing against my dress, and his eyes mirrored my anticipation. Drawing back, I delivered a firm slap against his arousal, drawing a gasp and a swear from him.

Summoning Assistance

Descending to my knees, my hand gently gliding down his legs for support, I became acutely aware of my proximity to his excitement. A sudden wave of heat flushed over me, sparking the desire for a gentle breeze. I asked the photographer about B's whereabouts, and he responded that he would find her.

B descended the stairs and I requested her to fan me as I continued my exploration of P. With an enthusiastic nod, she disappeared only to return moments later with the improvised fan. I smiled and could not believe my life. She positioned herself beside me, tenderly fanning me as I reveled in the moment.

Enveloped in Bliss

I returned my attention to P, the sides of his legs once again under my hands. A rhythmic double-handed slap echoed in the room, a gesture my previous dominant partner used to perform. The sensation used to consume me, transporting me to a world devoid of everything but his touch. I hoped P was experiencing a similar immersion. His gaze never wavered, either focused on me or cloaked behind closed eyelids.

He murmured compliments, his voice thick with desire, remarking on my allure, on the captivating beauty of my eyes. In return, I voiced my adoration for him, for the perfection of his body under my hands. The energy crackled between us, pleasure washing over me in surges.

B, as if reading my mind, presented a cushion for my knees, placing it and a protective sheet beneath P, ready to catch any potential fluid. A gentle warmth spread through me, a mix of lasciviousness and pure adoration, placing me exactly where I wanted to be.

Baring the Fun

Another rhythmic slap landed on P's member, sparking a chuckle from me and a wince from him. My gaze dropped to my chest, its movements echoing each slap. I freed my breasts from the confines of my mesh bra, which revealed more than it concealed, and fondled them while gazing up at P.

Pleasurable Suffering

A swift slap to the head of his cock resulted in a plea for less intensity on the head, which I graciously accepted, resorting to a gentle flick instead. His body between my breasts, I sank my teeth into his stomach and pulled him closer, ensuring there was no escape from my ministrations.

My hands grazed his manhood, a simple touch that sent a shiver through his body. Positioning myself carefully, I bit down lightly, making sure not to cross the line between pleasure and pain. He gasped, his body tensing then relaxing in quick succession. I continued the light nibbling, keeping a keen eye on his reactions and adjusting my actions accordingly.

The Teasing Game

I nipped at his legs and threw him an enticing smile, my lips teasingly close to his throbbing need. He longed for more - for my mouth, my teeth, my tongue, my lips... and perhaps even my throat. Breaking the tension, I stood and moved behind him.

The caress of my hands exploring his body, gentle bites on his shoulders, soft strokes along his head, the tug on his beard, the hard grip on his buttocks, pulling him against me, all heightened our shared excitement.

I cherished the feeling of our bodies pressed against each other, our breaths mingling, this shared exhilaration. Kneeling behind him, I treated his ass to a delicious bite, my hands once again falling into the rhythmic slapping motion.

One hand reached around to his front, fingers tracing delicately along his engorged cock while the other stretched up and traced his scalp. He teased me about the dual stimulation, earning himself a laugh and the proclamation of my greed.

Dancing Fingers

My fingers glided around his body, following the curve to the front, pulling me along. Once again on my knees, I found his pulsating member bobbing enticingly in front of me. The feeling of him in my mouth was irresistible.

Sweet Torture

An impish smile played on my lips as I lightly flicked his long shaft with my finger, then took him into my mouth, only allowing him to feel my teeth, gently latching onto his cock with my teeth. His hardness increased under my attention, an affirmation of his enjoyment. I kept biting, gently and then harder and harder. He enjoyed it. I commented to him how hard his cock got from my attention.

Soft kisses trailed up and down his shaft, my hand tenderly cradling his balls. The spectators, their interest piqued by our performance, watched from the edges of our bubble, their gazes and the sporadic clicks of the camera blending into the backdrop of our intimacy. Lost in our connection, I cared little for the audience, my actions guided by instinct and desire, not premeditation.

I sat back, my gaze locked onto his, my tongue extended in open invitation. His hips attempted to close the distance, only to be thwarted by my grip on his thighs. A playful giggle escaped my lips as I held him at bay.

His remark about the size of my tongue brought another laugh from me. When I finally relented, allowing him the pleasure of feeling his cock against my tongue, I made sure to put on a tantalizing show. I sat back on my heels, looked up at him, and stuck out my tongue. I watched his cock bounce up and down, getting so close to it. My mouth remained open, letting him watch as his arousal disappeared into the warmth of my mouth.

Riding the Edge

Teasing has always been my forte, a skill honed from my earliest explorations of sensuality. The ability to read a man's reactions, to bring him to the edge without giving him release, to hold his attention captive, was a power I relished.

Once he was in my mouth, I began a symphony of slaps and pinches, allowing him to feel my tongue, the pressure building until I sensed he was close to his limits. A biting sensation was followed by a series of movements involving my teeth and tongue that had him praising my skills. My laughter echoed around his arousal, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure.

Surrendering to the Moment

Forgetting about the need to breathe, I continued to engulf him in my mouth, losing myself in the intoxicating experience. His comment on how fantastic it felt made me question if the experience was truly extraordinary. His coy response was appreciated, prompting me to give him another taste of my oral talents.

Weighing His Fate

I pondered on the decision of whether or not to let him reach his climax, the thought of accepting his release was both lascivious and appealing, but ultimately, I decided against it.

A Taste of Subspace

My ministrations continued until he was on the brink, his arousal throbbing, his breath quickening. Abruptly, I stopped, smiled, and rose to my feet. His breathless observation, "wow. So this is what subspace is," filled me with a sense of satisfaction.

Basking in the Afterglow

Gentle touches and soft words followed, my arms wrapped around him from behind as we discussed the electrifying experience. The desire to know more about him was overwhelming. It had been quite some time since I had taken anyone to subspace, and the excitement of this role reversal was a new and enticing sensation.

A comment about P's spacey demeanor led us to take a breather, settling down with a glass of water and a deeper conversation. We explored our individual journeys into the world of kink, sharing personal insights and stories. A profound exchange to be having with a stranger, yet the openness felt natural and strangely gratifying.