Caroline's Awakening

Caroline waited, wanting her response to sound dignified but not planned. Finally she spoke up, after the pause had become almost uncomfortably long, "Only that I desire Matthew and trust the course he has chosen. I willingly surrender my mind and body to his guidance."

With that, the entire room seemed to breath and Matthew was beaming with pride. He wasted no time in taking Caroline's hand and then walked her down the platform. The same people wheeled the platform away and then Matthew whispered into Caroline's ear. "You will like this," he whispered slyly, "And do not worry no one will do anything more than touch your flesh. I have given strict instructions to all. But you will be naked before this group, and they will be sure to see you in your weakest and most helpless state as well as your most passionate. Are you still ready to go forward?"

Just the thought made her thighs wet and she knew if she touched herself she would cum instantly. "Absolutely. But will you still love me when you see me so vulnerable?"

"I will love you more, my sweetheart." With that he kissed her deeply and everyone could almost see sparks from the passion they shared. Matthew stopped after several seconds of groping and feeling and then whispered into her ear so that only she could hear, "This will be teasing me almost as much as it is teasing you," as he pulled her hands to the side, stronger than she was expecting and held them closely to her side.

Matthew went to stand behind her, still holding her hands to her side. Just then, she was shocked when two of the men from the group stepped forward and put her hands on her waist. They each ran their hands in tandem along her hips and up her side, stopping at the bare of her neck. Almost in an orchestrated move, they each began on her strap and let them fall over her shoulder. Matthew stood behind her, now his grip on her hands much more gently as she had no desire to resist what was unfolding before her.

The two strange men now stood to her side and began to lower the top of her dress quite slowly. First it went over her shoulder and the cool breeze was accentuated by Matthew's hot breath on her neck. Delicately the lowering of the dress continued and Matthew let go of her hands as the dress reached her hips. Momentarily, the dress rested along her hips as everyone would be able to observe the striptease unfolding before their eyes.

She was wearing only a simple strapless black bra, but with her dress being taken to her waist, she somehow felt even more naked as these two strange men started to undress her. Once below the waist, both men let the dress fall and it fell daintily at her ankles, its light fabric strumming her shins like a musician touches the strings of a violin. An orchestra of emotion overcame her as she stood nearly naked before her admirers. She raised her right foot and then the left, and the two men bent over to take her dress out of the way, discarding it as they might a t-shirt or an old sock. She noticed one of the men in the audience reach for it off the floor and hold it close, touching the fabric and taking in her essence from the scent.

The two men backed away together and looked at her like an artist might after dabbing a brush along one of his masterpieces. Caroline was a sight to behold. She stood, weak kneed, clad only in her strapless bra that did little to hide her erect nipples and vibrant areola the very material of her bra brushed her nipples and added to the sensation.

Even though her panties were black, the sheer material was drenched with her wetness and her pubic hair and her very essence could be seen by anyone who dared glance. And they were all studying her. She felt quite sexy in her thigh high stockings and heels, but knew that would not last long. She stood their for her admirers and several of them talked quietly among themselves about her and she could see a few fill their glass with more and hold it up as if to toast her sensuality. Matthew took her hands again, and pinned them gently behind her back. He stood behind her as if to display her but also protect her. The feeling made her both quiver with embarrassment and tremble with excitement.

He whispered in her ear once more, "Although I am standing behind you there is no mistaking the wetness of your panties." He brushed his hand along her upper thigh and touched her soaked panties. She audibly cooed in response and instinctively moved her pelvis forward, wanting to feel more of his firm touch. He smiled broadly and continued, "We have only just begun, princess, and there will be plenty of time for you to enjoy yourself. I hope you enjoy it so far." She only nodded in response and she could feel the glow from is smile.

Then, two more men came forward and she once again felt frightened by the uncertainty of the matter but comforted by her Matthew's presence by her side. The two men stopped in unison and then each knelt down before her and put their hands on her shoes. One at a time, they took her shoes off; first the left, and then the right. They stood the shoes together to her left neatly and then each, each began to massage her feet, again one at a time, through her nylons but being sure to caress the arch and the wrinkle of each toe.

She had never had such a foot massage while standing, and in no time, her feet felt alive and well after stepping out of the heels. Although not explicitly sexual in nature, the foot massage coupled with Matthew's caress to her shoulders, soft kisses to her neck, and sweet words in her ear, left Caroline with more sexual energy than she could imagine. Her body was being touched by others as her lover pulled the heart strings of her passion. There was more, she knew it, and the anticipation of what was to unfold only increased her sexual pitch.

At that moment, Matthew took each of he hands which were now resting easily at her side and slowly brought them above her head. The act itself had a mesmerizing affect on her admirers as they almost knew something was about to happen that C did not. Once her hands were above her head, and bent back at the elbow, so her wrists were touching the back of her hair, Matthew took out the fur cuffs he had given her in the car.

She remembered opening the package and looking at the cuffs and then trying to hide them from Claude's glance in the rearview mirror. She was embarrassed that Claude might find out her kinky passion but now was thrilled at standing in front of twelve total strangers and being ceremoniously stripped and teased to excitement. She wanted more and she knew she was going to get it.

As Matthew completed latching her hands she felt as exposed as she had ever become. Matthew let go of her arms and stood by her side, but there was little she could do but move her arms up and down. She imagined she could bring her arms forward to cover herself if she so desired, but with her hands bound, there was little she could do but cover herself with her elbows. With that, she could see Matthew nod once more and then another of the men in the audience came forward and she feared what he might do.

He ran his hands along her side and her belly and she could feel his nails tug and pry at her soft flesh. He reached behind her and he delicately unfastened her bra, and then reached forward taking it off. In doing so, she could feel his hands press against her breasts and an audible moan escaped her lips. Her small breasts were perk with attention, outlining her very feminine figure. The man looked at Matthew and he nodded. As she stood defenseless, this stranger began to touch and massage her nipples until she could almost plead for more.

Reckless abandon overtook her as she shook from pleasure. She felt Matthew's hands on her hips steady her but that did little to stop the onslaught of fervor that surged from within. First her right nipple, and then her left was tenderly touched and massaged. And then, as if to say the soft touches and caresses were not enough, her intruduer increased his own zeal and more harshly pinched and kneaded her breasts and nipples under Matthew's vigilant gaze.

She screamed when he first pinched her nipples, surprising everyone and scaring both herself and the man touching her but only bringing a smile to Matthew's face. As the man completed his work and backed away, C was nearly a complete mess, her panties visibly soaked and barely able to stand without the support of Matthew. Her arms were still over her head and she still had her stockings and panties on.

At this point, she did not care if she was in front of a crowd, she wanted to be naked and exposed and vulnerable for whoever wanted to watch. She wanted this more than she ever imagined she would.

After her unknown intruder had backed away Matthew stood by her side and steadied her with both hands on her hips. He brought his lips close to her and kissed her gently. He whispered, "We have already gone over the predetermined limits I had in mind. I did not want anyone to touch you like he did but I could tell that you would enjoy it. I hope that you trust me and ask that you only enjoy what lies ahead."

Barely able to respond, she nodded her head and replied with a faint, "Yes, I do want more."

Mathew smiled and kissed her on the forehead and she responded by bringing her elbows to his forehead and her rubbed them. He then took lowered his face and kissed her lips and her neck and then brought is mouth over her left nipple, which was abandoned by her intruder only a few seconds earlier. To the thrill of the audience who was watching her every reaction, she nearly screamed in delight as his mouth covered her nipple and he took his free hand and touched the front of her soaked panties.

She tried to withhold what she felt building within but to no avail. Stopping at this point would be like shifting the tide and she naturally buckled with her first flowing orgasm. Everyone could see her arousal and she barely noticed as the entire crowed became quiet and concentrated on her fervent state. She panted more and pleaded with Matthew to touch her and to feel her and to fill her as he ran his finger along the elastic waist of her panties. She shook with excitement and the entire crowd watched with anticipation as to what might happen next.

After several minutes of teasing and touching her panties and her upper thighs, Matthew stepped to the side, C still moaning for more. He ran is hand along the front of her panties which were now so wet as to almost be transparent. The inside of her thighs were almost beginning to flow and she could almost taste her own scent above the aroma of the incense and candles. She stood before everyone in this state for several minutes, catching both men and women gazing at her near nakedness and feeling both compliant and helpless.

At that moment, someone wheeled a large chair that looked almost like a bed to her back. Matthew supervised the move as she stood powerless and at his mercy. Above the chair/bed was a large adjustable arm, almost like a crane. C looked out of the corner of her eyes as she could see Matthew play with the controls and raise the arm.

Matthew backed C to the back of the platform, and still standing, raised her hands which were bound over her head to an even higher height. He then attached the chain of her handcuffs to the hook of the crane and allowed the mechanical instrument control the movement of her arms. Matthew played with the controls and her arms would rise to an almost uncomfortable but an even more rigid position. The next second he would lower the crane to where her forearms would rest atop her hair, a more comfortable position, but still equally passive. Knowing what was ahead thrilled C and she started moaning with delight.

Matthew whispered in her ear that she should relax now, and he put the controls to where it was most comfortable for her. "The next step is a prelude to what you may enjoy the most." C threw her head back in ecstasy, in anticipation of what would become.

Then, to C's utter amazement, coming forward to the platform beside her and Matthew were not two men, but two women from her group of admirers. C's body shook with anxiety – she was neither frightened nor wary but rather anticipatory of what was to become. She had never been touched by a woman before in a fit of passion, but her senses were now willing to experiment.

Each woman wore colorful dresses but it was the nails that C noticed in detail. Each woman's hands were eloquently manicured and their nails were a divine color of burgundy. C inhaled one more time and she could nearly taste the perfume of the women; a feminine almost erotic fragrance of beauty and sensuality.

In unison, the women touched C's sensitive flesh at her hip and she began to stir. They ran their nails along her side and up to her underarms and C could only watch their hands circumvent her breasts and then return to her hips. If the room was quiet before, it was absolutely still now. Every person watching was holding its collective breath and capturing every moan and murmur that escaped C's lips.

C's legs swayed in weakness, and she certainly would have collapsed if it had not been for the crane holding her hands above. The women's hands went down the side of her panties and she could feel their nails touch ever so slightly below the elastic waist. She so wanted to be naked and even more vulnerable, but she knew she must bide her time. The two women circled C's upper thighs and their fingers danced along the lines of her thigh-high stockings, their long polished nails teasing her by running underneath the top of the sheer fabric. They continued to tenderly soothe the tops of her thighs and as one began to slip her hand down the top of the stockings to remove, she could feel the back of the other's hand along the wetness of her panties.

C had never experienced another woman in a sensual or sexual way but at this point, C's desires had so crossed the line that she would willingly succumb to whatever the women would do with her body. She nearly ached for them to touch her. Matthew smiled as the women came no closer than a seductive tease along C's body and soon both of C's stockings were being removed ceremoniously by the women.

C heard a man whistle above the crowd as her hosiery fell to below her knees and she thought she heard one woman say "I wish that was me" above the murmurs and the rumblings. She stepped up as each woman took off C's stocking and handed them to Matthew. The men in the crowd clapped politely as they were obviously aroused by the sensual display.

The very large chair that was wheeled out before was then pushed up against C's buttocks by one of the men, but C could not tell who. C had to raise herself slightly to sit and when she did become seated, she found that she had to struggle for her feet to touch the ground and the crane holding her arms was now somewhat slack, allowing her to ease some tension on her arms. She sat clad only in her moist panties and 17 sets of eyes on her. The candles glowed all around giving a mysterious ambiance to the room.

It was totally dark outside and as C looked over her shoulder, she could see the glow from the pool lights and nothing more. C was vulnerable, defenseless, and utterly powerless. She yearned for Matthew to touch her flesh like she had felt him pierce her soul. Her body was on the verge of collapse, both physically and emotionally. Now sitting, she thanked God for she knew her knees could no longer last and she would have buckled any second like a branch in a storm. Could there possibly be more, she wondered. She knew there would be but she could hardly bare to wonder what.

At that point, Matthew got down on her knees and started to massage C's feet. He started out warmly and affectionately and then got more firmly as time went on. His strong hands touching her toes felt good as it soothed her soul but it also stirred awakenings within.

Then an onlooker brought him a warm bowl of soapy water and he started to wash her feet and ankles. He looked up her and said, "Because you have so willingly submitted and trusted me so well, I want to show you how much you do mean to me." He hesitated for a moment as looked down and concentrated his attention to C's feet. He then looked up and gazing into her eyes continued, "I do not take you as my submissive attendant purely for my pleasure, although you do give me great joy. I do this as much for you as I do for me. I will fall on my sword for you, and I swear to protect and provide for your pleasure in all that I do. There is nothing I will not do for you for you are my apprentice, but also my Princess. And it is with pleasure, Princess C that I shower your feet with attention and affection and then complete the undressing ceremony."

He continued to wash her feet and then dried them as well before applying a sensual lotion smelling of coconut and pineapple that nearly tickled as it was applied.

After several minutes, Matthew completed caressing his feet and he looked up at C who was fixated by the adoration. Matthew then said, "Princess, you know what is next don't you?"

Not positive, she felt the stirrings within her as she lied and nodded her head. "Yes, Matthew, I do," she replied meekly, willing to do whatever he had planned next. With that she felt his hands rise up her legs, across her shins, her knees and her thighs and coming to rest on her hips, his fingers playing with the side before going further back and stroking her rear. His hands felt delicious on her flesh and her body was burning with desire.

"Tell us what you want, my Princess," Matthew whispered with his head only inches from her breasts, and she could feel the heat of his breath across her nipple.

"I want to be naked. I want to be totally exposed. When you touch me I am fragile but I want to be totally powerless for your pleasure and mine. I want to be yours now and forever like a child needs a father, I need you right now."

Matthew reached up to kiss her and she could feel his tongue dance across her lips and connect with hers. She closed her eyes as she could feel his hands massage and stroke her thigh, and come within less than a teasing inch from her most precious loins. He stroked her legs as they kissed and she instinctively spread her legs to feel his hand across her pubic region and his fingers glide over with her moist panties with the delicacy of a ballerina, barely touching the material but emitting a soft murmur from her lips.

Matthew stopped kissing and again his hand danced across the front of her panties back and forth, each time touching a bit firmer and coming ever so close to bringing her to orgasm. She bit her lip as he continued this salsa, and stopping every so often at the side of her panties and reaching a finger beneath, tenderly brushing her lip, if only for an instant. She was begging for more and nearly panting like a collie. She yearned for his touch.

She nearly screamed as he reached under her panties and the back of his hand touched her clit, commencing a small tremor from within. The softest touch started an intense orgasm and as she tried to hold it in, it only increased with velocity. Suddenly, as her climax started to erupt, she felt the back of his hand tighten and she shook her head back and forth, trying, to no avail, to conceal the waterfall of emotion and bliss that was about to begin.

As his hand clenched around soaked panties, and almost too quick for her to notice, he pulled forward. She screamed from the sudden movement but she was too far gone to notice that in one fell swoop, Matthew had torn C's panties completely from her hips leaving her totally exposed to a roomful of admirers. It was seconds later, when Matthew blew across her clit and after she was in the middle of her orgasm, did she realize her total state of naked ness. The thrill only added to her enthusiasm and she bucked her hips upward meeting Matthew's finger as it trailed along her lines, touching the inside ever so slightly. His other hand reached up and pinched her nipples and she screamed with delight.