Something about having a pet in her 20s made me feel better. Celeste was still a decade my junior but she was at least firmly in adulthood.
“She can be a bit of a handful but if you can break her in, you’ll really like her,” Mark continued. “Besides, I know she needs money. She’s starting grad work at NYU and doesn’t want to have to go back to her parents’ during the pandemic.”
“Call her and see if she’s interested,” I said, before hanging up.
I didn’t say anything to Mark, but I’d seen Celeste before. He had brought her to the club a few times. She was gorgeous and just my type, even though I’d thought her too young for me, because Mark was right when he said she looked younger than she was.
She was gently curvy, with beautiful big tits and a perfect round ass. Mark must have been out of his mind to give up such a goddess. On the other hand, I was going to be getting with her, so I couldn’t be too critical.
The memories came fast. Deciding not to fight it, I sat back and remembered the last time I’d seen them there. It hadn’t been long ago, making me think their break-up must have been pretty recent. He had brought her in with a beaming and proud smile on his face. Right out in the public room. Making no effort to be subtle about their session.
Taking her where he wanted her, he stripped her naked for everyone to see. She made no attempt to cover up as he bent her over and handcuffed her to a pole, her ass and pussy on full display. Both were luscious and deliciously tight, just waiting to be fucked for the very first time.
It wasn’t going to be that night, though. Mark was a no penetration type, or at least so he said. The prevailing theory was that he hadn’t found a pet who would let him fuck her, which was a cause of much dismay to Mark.
I got out my quickly hardening cock and started to stroke it as I remembered Celeste’s hourglass figure and perky little tits that seemed to just be begging me to touch them. I could have sworn she was looking at me, wanting me as much as I was wanting her.
Mark started out light, with some caresses that started at her neck and went down to her ass, ending each trip with a sharp spank. The contented hum of the initial caress was punctuated by a sharp scream as he spanked her hard, using the tip part of his fingers.
The bones in the bottom of his knuckles added to the impact. Most don’t know it, but there are lots of different ways to spank, even with just a hand. Mark had opted for the most painful option.
Celeste jerked forward helplessly with every strike, the metal of the cuffs clanging against the metal of the pipe.
Once her ass had gotten to be the approximate shade of a fire engine, Mark finally let up and allowed her to catch her breath. When she recovered, he started with the nipple clamps, clamping one and then the other to her hard nipples, until they stood out from her tits like pencil erasers.
Each snap of the clamps was chased by another shriek of pain from Celeste. Mark was really enjoying himself, jangling the nipple clamps as other men came over to join. I thought for sure one of them was going to try and fuck her, but they didn’t. Instead, they contented themselves with squeezing and spanking her perfect, if slightly reddened, ass.
A couple of them took to using vibrators on her. One on her vulva, and then one pressed up to her ass, working both her delicate young holes at the same time. Celeste’s reaction veered between moaning in pleasure from the vibrators and screaming in pain from the nipple torture.
Watching her little holes get prodded and stretched and fucked by the vibrator had made me so hard. I’d thought about joining in but I knew that if I started, I wouldn’t be able to start. I’d want Celeste strapped down to a bondage table, her cheeks flushed an adorable pink under the blindfold as she got what I knew to be her very first ass fuck.
Celeste was Mark’s pet, so I couldn’t do that. But now, it seemed likely that I could, and I was so fucking excited. The image stayed in my mind long after the incident. I knew that if I could have Celeste, I would want her all to myself. Unlike Mark, I wouldn’t share her with anyone at all.
There were some masters, like Mark, who were exhibitionists and liked their partners to be on display. Even to be played with by others. But I’d never played well with others except one on one.