Helena Robertson - Miss M…

Monique could not hold a deep sigh, she offered the other breast… But Tai was remaining on one breast, looking intensely at the erection of those breasts, spying the smallest shiver on that abandoned flesh. Under the increasing excitation, Monique was twisting her belly, and Chang was following in the mirror the undulations of the bottom.

But the excitation became unbearable, in vain was she trying to offer the other breast Tai was only one globe, drawing large circles, and then escalading the nipple tickling at the hyper-sensitive flesh, and then again, turning around the mammal… and up, and down… In a light and unbearable touch…

Now Monique was convulsively dancing, like the oriental dancers, over the revealing mirror, for Chang's pleasure.

The feather once again resumed its tickling of the nipple that as getting painful so hard was the excitation… and then went to the other breast… Monique was sighing more and more deeply and the Bouddah, facing her, seemed to laugh at her delightful torment. She had the feeling that her breasts had doubled their volume under the titillation of the feather… And she understood the sense of the sentence. “…The fruits will glow under the soft caress of the bamboos” that she had read on the invitation card.

Then Tai spoke with mellifluous tones:

“Little occidental girl, open your legs, and place your feet where the Master wants you to place them…”

Monique, sighing, the pulse beating hard at her temples, looked at Tai', but she had an absolutely impassible face, and was still caressing the globes with her feather. Then Monique slowly opened her legs and placed her feet in the two inclined holes that were placed on both sides of the mirror. The legs opened like the two branches of a voluptuous compass… Monique was holding firmly the multicolored streamers, and the inclined position of the holes for her feet, preventing her from sliding, avoided her to be tired too easily. Monique, palpitating under the caress of the feather, did not care to let Chang see her sex between her legs, its had no importance… Nothing was important but her pleasure… And anyway, how many eyes had already contemplated, in a mirror, her intimity… Tai was also sometimes looking at the yawning pink slit, but her hand was carefully caressing the exacerbated teats. Chang was taking a very great pleasure in that voluptuous sight, and could feel his member erect under his black silk pants.

Then, under the excitation, Monique could not control herself, and once again, she offered the sight of her dancing legs in the mirror, displaying and hiding her sex according to the positions that she was assuming under the caress… She was panting with pleasure, and a little bit of juice was dripping from her cunt… In one throb, she closed her legs, but Chang feared all at once. The fire in her was giving her a sighing and moaning, she leaned her head on one immediately grabbed, her feet and replaced her in the posture that she had before. Then she stopped resisting and gave herself to the spasm that was in her, shoulder, closed her eyes, and gaping, moaning, rattling… she came, with huge bumps of her belly… the legs seemed to give up under her.

Chang held the exhausted Monique and allowed her to close her legs… Tai put some more encense in the burners, and then Chang came in front of Monique. Tai from behind, unhooked the short skirt, and the completely naked body was offered to the contemplation of everyone. Even Tai was admiring and her eyes were shining with pleasure.

Chang bent forward and started caressing the nipples with his lips, he sucked deeply at their contracted little buds, proving how he loved the contact of that hard and soft flesh… His thin fingers were caressing Monique's belly. Tai was standing behind Monique, her hands crossed over her chest.

But Chang stopped sucking at the breasts, and the reddened and damp nipples were out of his mouth. Chang gave Tai a sign, and then the streamers were lifted some more till the young girl's arms were nearly parallel above her head. The angles were tied to a pair of bracelets to the ground, and the legs taken more apart. Then like a fleshy Lambda, Monique was offered to the motionless eyes of the Bouddah and to the shining eyes of the other assistants.

The only contrasting white spots on that tanned flesh were the white mask on her eyes and the little white beret. The body, lit by the mirror, was offering its pink flesh shaded by the public hair, and the hole of her navel.

Monique, slightly anxious, was waiting. Between her opened legs the lips of her cunt were slightly protruding, and the immodestly displayed cunt was revealed in the mirror. Sweet sight… In the silence came Tai's voice:

“Little occidental girl, now that your breasts have given you pleasure you must offer their torture to the Bouddah so that He will allow you to receive more penetrating and exciting caresses…”

Monique took a look at Tai. She was standing sideways, by the tied girl. In her hand was a cat o'nine tails, whose lashes were made of silk, tressed as little ropes, and cuts quite short.

She raised her hand and the breasts shivered, round and firm… Monique closed her eyes more surprised than hurt, by the blow that had just hit her right breasts. The lashes slid on the globe, hesitating regretfully on the nipple, and again Tai raised her hand and a methodical flagellation began. The blows were calculated so that it would not by the patient that only felt a dim warmth fill her veins… Her breasts were shaken by the harder and harder blows of the silk lashes… it did not really hurt, it was more like a kiss of fire that was irradiating through her whole body. The breasts were little by little becoming pinker and pinker… Suddenly Tai stroke from the base of the breasts to the top of the globe, and sometimes the two globes would shiver and swing against each other, and then Tai stroke without any precise direction and it gave the expected result… Under the diffuse flagellation the breasts became more sensitive and Monique twisted her bust. She started the most magnificent, the most lubric oriental dance… She uttered hoarse cries at each blow… Her eyes closed, her lips closed tight together Monique was sinking in an abyss of pleasure that she wanted and strange sensation… She felt as if her two breasts were ardent coals…

Tai was only aiming at the globes and they had now taken a deep purple coloration. From time to time the lashes hurted the nipples and then Monique was twisting her whole body more violently. As a puppet she was trying to free herself from her ties, her belly was tensed, sometimes offered and sometimes refusing to be touched. Her twisted sex was opening and closing and the men were following its movements in the mirror. Then Tai started hurting her, hitting stronger and harder, but so deep was the pleasure of Monique that she did not even realized that Tai had changed for another whip, made of bigger, harder, and more dense lashes. An intense warmth covered her chest and she felt something that was either insufferable pain, or undicible pleasure. The breasts being hit more violently, were slapping against each other… The lashes were dancing around the globes, squeezing the nipples that sometimes disappeared completely in the softer flesh of the breast, to immediately reappear, redder, and harder… Her body was arching in the most lubric attitudes… Her mouth twisted, she was crying, hollering under the flagellation, and Tai knew that Monique was deeply suffering. She was open surprised that girl did not swoon under the violence of the whipping. But she could also see the pleasure that Chang was taking in her torture and she kept on whipping the tormented flesh, harder and harder.

The lashes were crashing on the soft flesh, squeezing, burning, biting… Then, after a last row of blows, that had Monique hollering her pain like a tortured beast, she stopped tormenting the reddened flesh.