Looking over her shoulder from time to time, she modulated her torment on the male until finally, just as the female slave was starting to scream and pumping uncontrollably on her invader with fluid spraying widely as she squirted, the male’s cock started spurting long ropes of cum as his hips also fruitlessly pumped against his bindings. Both slaves were mouthing unintelligible sounds, their bodies writhing fruitlessly against the unrelenting sensory overload, which was far more painful now that they had climaxed.
Madame Violette continued her torment for another minute, until both slaves’ vocalisations became too plaintive, and finally she granted them mercy. Returning the vibrators to her waiting attendant, she turned off the female slave’s stim unit, allowing her knees to buckle, and her head to sag forwards. As if on cue, two of the young men now positioned on either side of the stage hit small gongs to signify a formal end to the performance.
“My dear audience, thank for your participation in this special evening. If you are not shy, please feel free to come down and inspect our two unfortunates before they are released and cleaned up. Otherwise, remain in your discrete zone and compose yourselves. Is there anyone who would rather stay anonymous?”
No hands went up, but several couples donned opera masks before emerging. Obviously, Madame Violette’s Inner Circle knew what to expect! She was quickly surrounded and congratulated on another memorable soirée, with everyone eager to be on the list for her next one! Several expressed amazement that over two hours had passed so quickly!
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