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Chapter 3: Erotic Vegas Ballet at MOTHER’S OTHER PLACE

Note: Chapters 1 and 2 introduced new Domme Goddess Nyx, her sub Sweet Cheeks, and their Las Vegas adventure at Mother’s Other Place.

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More electric energy bounced and built up as they waited for the show to start at Mother’s Other Place, one of THE Femdom clubs in the country. So far, it had been a blow away evening. A funny, funky striptease by Goddess Nyx’s submissive Sweet Cheeks had the crowd howling.

The Long Dong Contest had indisputably endowed contestants offered by their Mistresses, and the winner was WOW! Clever twist to assuage the Ladies who’d lost money betting on some of the boys — using them to demonstrate the latest items from the Toys and Tools Collection.

And now, they waited for the evening’s highlight to begin.

If anyone had inside information about what it was going to be, they weren’t telling. Usually, Club Members shared their own talents, as well as that of their subs and slaves, for the show. Some special, unannounced celebrity must be joining them tonight. But who? The buzz got louder, along with the clinking of champagne glasses around the room.

Sensual jazz, with a Miles Davis “Sketches of Spain” flavor, began to paint the room. The Ladies quieted as lights filled in the outlines created by the music, apparitions suddenly taking form. Obscure almost-images of the earlier evening ripened into shadows on stage.

Three pairs were gradually revealed by the changing shades and hues of the lights. Living sculptures intertwined, now unlacing and rejoining. Nude bodies gloriously celebrated the human form, undulating and embracing, as the elusive structure of colors created an exquisite design.

Each existed in its own universe on stage. Legs and arms wrapped around each other, skin touching skin, the male behind the female, melding his body to hers. Moving as if notes of the music, rising and falling, holding the full beat, he was her shadow connected. Each couple had its own rhythm, yet they all found the same melody.

A loud murmur and a burst of applause shot through the room as the Ladies recognized the world-famous Prima Ballerina. Her partner was a gorgeous male wearing only a black hood, exposing his eyes, nose and mouth. His tall, well-built body glistened, drawing attention to his well-hung woody.

The Ballerina’s shoulder-length raven hair followed as an echo as she and her partner tangled and untangled their way to the center of the stage, lights playing every part of their bodies. Ocean blue yielded to teal which turned to aqua as they spun apart and regrouped.

While the other two couples continued their sensual entanglements at stage right and left, bathed in the same changing lights, the Ballerina and her partner swayed together, then separated.

Her lithe body moved away; he followed. Turning, she grabbed his huge golden cock, leaning her body backwards. They circled, heads arched away from each other. A saxophone solo urged them on.

Sensuously, she led him around the stage by his cock to a back-bend bench and draped his body over it, face up. His hands went over his head, touching the floor behind him, feet flat on the floor at the other end. At the center of the curved apparatus his engorged cock stood like a flagpole, straight and proud.

Holding on to his shaft, she stretched away from his body, leaned sidewards, standing between his feet. She turned towards his body and bent forward. En pointe, she pulled him upright, then took his balls in both of her hands.

He stood and lifted her at the waist. She released her grip on his balls, and he raised her higher. bursada escort Moving her legs away from him she leaned her small, perfectly shaped breasts into his face. The rose-colored lights intensified the impact of her erect nipples.

Sucking and pulling on each tit, he held her in this position, slowly pirouetting. When he stopped, she angled her lower body back towards his, then slid her feet down his legs and stood on the tops of his feet. She pinched his nipples hard, her upper body arched away from him. Her crotch touched his cock and it moved towards her.

She let go of his reddened nipples as she stepped off and between his feet and grasped his cock again. Down between his knees and through his spread legs she slid. His forward tumble followed her as they circled back upright again.

She walked away then turned and ran to him. Lifting her high overhead, he brought her pussy to his lips and began to suck. Her open legs rested on his shoulders.

Still kissing her cunt, he moved slowly to the bench, lowering himself onto his back. She ground herself onto his face, pushed his arms over his head, then braced her hands at the fold of his hips. Her long dark hair shimmered in the light.

Untangling from the shadows, the other couples wound themselves to the floor, embracing, rolling over each other, until they met in front of the bench. The males were face up on the floor. The females rolled off their males and walked to the couple on the bench.

The voluptuous Blonde’s hair was pulled into a knot at the top of her head. A discreet tattoo shone on the left cheek of her firm, round ass; her luscious breasts bounced with each step. She cuffed the hands of the hooded male to the bench, and ran her tits up and down his arms.

The Redhead stretched, showing her full bush, as she wrapped herself around his lower legs and ran her long red nails along his thighs. Sunset colors danced with his straining pole. The horns wailed with the throbbing background beat.

The Ballerina shifted her position to face his cock and lowered her cunt onto his face. The two males snaked to the sides of the bench, still face up. She slid her toes around their shafts like putting on a pair of sandals, then used their bellies as a step and support. They moved in synch with her as she forced her partner’s tongue deep into her pussy, riding it like she was on a horse.

Tipping forward, she felt him shudder as she took his huge cock into her mouth. The colors of the room changed with her motion, and the jazz got heavier and deeper into the mood.

She sat back upright and took her feet off the dicks of the males on the floor. They each took one of her feet in their hands, rose from the floor to standing position. Lifting her until she was in a full split, they turned her around, holding her in the air. When she was perfectly positioned over the throbbing cock, they lowered her onto it, and resumed their positions under her feet.

Her body undulated with the music and the energy coursing through her. He propped his legs so she could lean back and continued her pleasure as she rode him, her feet now in stirrups on the bench.

The Blonde’s male crawled to the head of the bench. She stood on his back, then eased herself onto the hooded male’s face and rocked as he ate her pussy. Thrusting up and down with the music, delight showed in her face as his tongue worked its magic from her clit to tail. Her smile didn’t need the lights to be seen at the back of the room.

The Redhead’s male crawled to the foot of the bench and began to caress her buns. She moved her hips out and he kissed her bursalı escort cheeks, running his tongue up her crevice, back and forth. The intensity built and their bodies pulsed with the music.

The Blonde rolled back and released the cuffs, and the Redhead stepped away. They and their males watched by the bench, then faded to the sides, as the Ballerina dismounted and her partner came upright.

Their pas de deux took them to center stage. She turned to him, leaped high into his arms and lowered herself slowly onto his beautiful penis.

His hands held her cheeks as she pumped herself up and down. Clenching her crotch firmly onto his dick, wrapping her legs around his waist, she leaned back till her head was barely off the floor.

Her partner twirled her like an airplane, circles within circles. The audience gasped as the pace and number of twirls increased.

After a dozen orbits, while he slowed down, she curled herself back up, and hugged his neck. He sucked hard again on her nipples, holding one in his teeth then released it as they stopped spinning.

He was still inside her, following her body’s motion, as the music lured them back to the bench. This time the Ballerina was on her back, her partner above. He pushed hard all the way into her cunt, then pulled out slowly, till his tip was barely touching her. Again and again he did this, her body flowing, his ready to explode.

As the Redhead and her male returned from the side, she held an 18 inch double-ended marbled dildo. She fondled and danced with it around the bench. When she pushed her male to his knees, he began to nibble her clit and cunt, lubing her with his mouth and tongue till her juices ran.

She inserted one end of the dildo into his mouth; he licked and readied it with a good blow job. She placed the lubed end into her pussy, leaving a good 12 inches hanging free. Grabbing the exposed end, she approached the bench.

The Blonde began playing with and preparing the ass of the Ballerina’s partner. He spread his cheeks for her, continuing to pump the Ballerina. The Blonde and her male drifted behind and towards the middle of the bench, their bodies rippling with the action.

The Redhead stood on the back of her male and started rubbing the dildo against the lubed crack. Slowly she pushed its tip into his hole, matching his rhythm in the Ballerina. Then, as he was able to take it in, pushed when he pulled back so his body was rocking.

His large cock felt even fuller with the pressure from the dildo. He moaned, but kept his rhythm. Was it pleasure or pain?

The Ballerina also began to moan and pulled harder onto his huge dick. With each upward move, he was forced onto the dildo the Redhead was working further into his ass. The combined stimulation from both sides led him to the point that he almost lost control and exploded.

Realizing that, the Ballerina eased off her pressure. She pushed his body away and replaced his dick with his mouth in her crotch, and made him suck her cunt juices.

The Redhead and her male yielded ground as his body moved towards her, maintaining the dildo’s rhythm. She dug her nails into his cheeks, lost in her own joy.

After a moment, the Ballerina pulled him back into the fucking position and demanded more.

The Blonde came closer and positioned a big, ripe nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard. With her male’s face fully in her crotch, she reached her first climax of the night.

The Ballerina continued to climax and pulled her partner’s buns wider apart. The Redhead kept pushing the dildo, working herself into orgasm.

Only seconds bursa escort sitesi away from him coming, all three females reached orgasmic heights.

The Blonde slid back and straddled her male as the Ballerina slowly pushed her partner off her pussy, and harder onto the dildo, then pulled him away from that, too. The Redhead removed the dildo from her cunt and sat on her male’s back.

Beautifully separating from their entanglement of the bench, slithering around each other, groping, touching, caressing, they stepped back into being couples who continued to curl and connect, in their own space. They whirled, then slowed, and reformed into the ethereal sculptures they began as.

The lights retraced their patterns and shades, and the music drifted off into a memory of itself. The stage faded to black.

Utter silence for a moment, then pandemonium, as the Dommes and their slaves caught their breath and roared their appreciation. The lights came back up as Mistress Simone took the stage.

“Was it everything I told you to expect?” They shouted and whistled and stood, still clapping.

“Let me introduce our performers. Prima Ballerina, Denise! She’s taking a quick break from her international tour to be with us this weekend. This was her choreography. Amazing.”

Goddess Denise came forward, wrapped in a raw silk painted sari. She blew kisses to the crowd as they gave her a standing ovation.

“Lady Jeannette and Mistress Kaitlin – well done. You were marvelous, and we appreciate you missing out on the first day’s other events in order to be part of our surprise.” The Blonde and Redhead stood on either side of Mistress Simone in sheer robes.

“My slaves Dominic and Zachary, I’m proud of your performance tonight. Perhaps I’ll have a special treat for you later.” They bowed their naked bodies low to their Mistress, then backed off stage.

“And I’m especially proud to introduce our Prima Ballerina’s partner. Mistress Isabella, your big boy has done it again. Mistress Simone led the hard-breathing hooded body to the center of the stage.

“Ladies, this year’s extra twist included a starring role for our Long Dong winner. He had to learn his role during the spanking portion of the contest, and was commanded to see that all three Ladies climaxed, but was not to release his seed in the process.

“This was an excellent demonstration of his training. The Ladies agreed he did a superb job servicing them. He showed off his amazing cock, and contained himself, coming just to the edge without falling over it. Bravo!”

Mistress Isabella came on stage and removed the hood from her slave. He dropped to his knees, his body heaving as he caught his breath. She pulled his head to her crotch, hugging him, then turned him to face the audience, who continued their appreciation.

“This concludes our evening’s entertainment. Looking at the time, I can’t say we’ll resume tomorrow – it’s already tomorrow! So, be back in the afternoon for the scheduled seminars, and join us in the evening for another wonderful round of contests and entertainment.

“And now, my Dears, enjoy the rest of your night. This is Vegas, after all.” With that, she raised her eyebrows, rolled her Top Hat, jauntily placed it on her head and left the stage. Her band switched to music to get people moving along.

Laughter, snatches of dozens of conversations, and the sound of leave-taking activity filled the room.

The waiter stopped at Goddess Nyx’s table with directions to Mistress Simone’s suite. The group would be gathering in about fifteen minutes, if she cared to freshen up first, and offered to take her sub to where that group was being collected. She thanked him and sent her bewildered Sweet Cheeks off with him.

She left her booth and wondered what to expect at the intimate party with Mistress Simone. She was running on adrenalin now, almost overload. And she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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