Slowly, seductively, Celia caressed the boy’s face, his neck, and his shoulders. She let herself take the time to coax him into desiring her. Kid could probably smell her perfume; nearly feel her nipple make contact with his face as she stood in front of him, touching him like a lover in a room full of strangers. When Celia pulled a way, the boy nearly fell on his face chasing after the smell of her.

“She’s very good,” Rafiq suddenly whispered in a hushed tone. Caleb nodded in assent.

Celia quietly circled the room, finally coming upon a squat, round man, wearing a cowboy hat and a bolero tie. She inclined her body toward him, rubbing her pert nipples across his chest sinuously. The man chuckled and leaned forward in an attempt to kiss Celia, but at the last second, she reached for the flogger in the man’s hand and sharply turned on her heel, slapping the man in the face with her hair.

The room erupted in laughter. “Damn it, Felipe,” said the man in a thick Texas drawl, “You are a lucky bastard. Go on honey, you teach that boy a lesson.”

Celia smiled for the crowd and cheekily waved her flogger. “Put your face on the ground and lift your ass in the air,” she said.

Kid flinched and didn’t move to obey, even after Felipe translated. The crowd hissed in disapproval.

“No?” said Celia.

“Please,” Kid said, with a whimper. And it was most definitely, a whimper. “I’ve had enough. No more.”

Caleb shifted in his seat. He stroked Kitten’s hair again and abruptly she shifted to sit between Caleb’s knees, her head landed on his upper thigh and she pressed his hand to her ear.

“She’s quite bold, Caleb. I’m surprised you let her get away with things like that.” Rafiq quietly scolded.

“I told you Rafiq, she is not herself. Stop acting as though you’ve never been lenient. I’ve seen you train. Even you, have your moments.” With that, the subject was momentarily dropped.

“Enough? I’ve barely started,” simpered Celia. “And of course…,” she said as she raised the flogger. She waited a moment, letting her audience share in Kid’s anticipation, before she brought the flogger down across his chest, “You forgot to say, ‘please, Celia’.”

Kid groaned, biting hard on his lip as he attempted to rub his chest against his knees by doubling over.

Celia swished the flogger in the air and brought it back down across Kid’s back and this time his groan was loud and open-mouthed. “Will you obey me?”

“Yes, Celia,” the boy said through gritted teeth. The crowd applauded.

Caleb chuckled to himself. Yes, it was good to be surrounded by his peers. The debilitating guilt he had been feeling lately was practically non-existent. It had evaporated and was replaced with a more familiar sentiment: lust.

Kitten’s head, resting on his thigh was so close to his dick he could almost feel her breath on it. He was tempted to take it out and make her suck it. He had yet to demand that particular act from her, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist forever. He’d fucked her ass, why not her mouth?

“Prove it, Slave, and lift that sexy ass in the air,” Celia purred.

Caleb heard the catch in the boy’s throat as he struggled to lower his head to the floor. He teetered on his knees before he finally managed the head-down-ass-up position Celia demanded. The crowd murmured; their excitement palpable.

Celia dragged the long, leather strands across the bare expanse of Kid’s flesh. Naked and tightly bound, Kid had no control over what was about to happen to him. His breathing was quick and ragged and each breath moved his entire body. Celia gently flicked the tips of the flogger against Kid’s balls which could be seen by those standing or sitting behind him. He hissed, writhing against the carpet as much as he could.

“Do you like that, Slave?”

“No, Celia.”

Another tap, “That’s not nice. Shall I hit you harder? Like a man?” The audience was positively giddy over that idea.

“No! No, Celia. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Kid pleaded.

Celia raised the flogger and whipped the boy harder, until he lost all control and sobbed into the carpet. “How was that, Slave? Hard enough?”

Kid could hardly breathe, let alone speak, but he struggled to get the words out anyway, “Yes…Celia.”

Caleb didn’t believe he was gay, or even bisexual. It was a subject he spent time exploring after he left his life as a whore behind, but he had to admit Kid’s submission was compelling. Celia also, was impressive in her approach.

“You’re doing so well, Slave. Just a little more and I’ll reward you,” Celia crooned.

Caleb listened, as did everyone else in the room, to Kid’s sobs catching in his chest. What Caleb didn’t expect, was the answering sob coming from Kitten in his lap. “What’s wrong, Pet?” Caleb whispered. He traced the delicate shell of Kitten’s ear with his finger; she shivered.

“All of these people….” She trailed off.

The sound of the flogger slapping against naked flesh echoed through the room and was punctuated by Kid’s pained growl. Again and again the flogger fell against Kid’s increasingly warming skin. With each stroke, he lost more and more of his bearing, until at last his muscles stopped bracing for the blows and he ceased to temper the sounds pouring out of him.

Caleb should abhor the spectacle. Somewhere in his mind he knew that watching someone essentially getting whipped should disgust him, but nothing could be further from the truth. Whippings excited him in a way not much else could. His mind replayed the evening he had whipped Kitten. She had struggled, cursed at him, lashed out at him physically, but in the end she had come apart at his hands. He hadn’t worried about her feelings then and he felt he shouldn’t worry about her feelings now.

He leaned down and spoke to her, “You embarrassed me earlier. Should I strip you and return the favor in front of all these people?”

Kitten muffled a cry by pressing her mouth against his leg. She shook her head fervently, “No, Master,” she managed to say.

“I would certainly like to see that,” Rafiq interjected. “At the very least it would prove you haven’t gone completely soft.” Caleb spared a glance for his mentor and raised an eyebrow. “At least she’s addressing you properly.”

Caleb laughed, ignoring the way some of the other guests glared at him. He wasn’t interrupting Celia. She was much too focused to notice him, or anyone else that wasn’t the slave at her feet for that matter. “I would, but I know she isn’t ready. She’d only cause me more embarrassment.”

“Well then, perhaps you should allow me,” he said, in English.

Suddenly, uproar spread throughout the room and both Caleb and Rafiq craned their necks to see beyond the other guests blocking their view. Caleb gasped and unwittingly, his lengthening cock brushed against Kitten’s cheek.

Celia, the exotic little vixen, had stepped into a harness, and jutting out from her bare pussy, stood one of the largest dildo’s Caleb had ever seen. She let the crowd admire it, waiting for the noise to die down before she went any further.

Kid, still blindfolded, was rigid with apprehension. He was trying, unsuccessfully, to ball himself up tighter; as if he could crawl so deep inside himself he would disappear. All he succeeded in doing was building the collective lust of his voyeuristic audience.

“Push him back. I want him sitting on his heels,” Celia said and the men eased the boy back.

Kid’s face was bright red and wet with tears. His chest, unlike his back, bore only one raised, red stripe from the flogger.

“Open your legs, Slave,” said Celia.

Kid sobbed harshly, his chest shaking with the effort, but he complied.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Slave. I think you’ve earned a gift.” Celia trailed the flogger slowly across Kid’s cock and balls. Kid’s breath stopped all together and didn’t return until after Celia had made a few passes with the soft leather.