Page 102 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“Now,” Madame Lori says to the class. “Subs, I want you to look your Doms in the eyes and tell them that you are there to serve them.”
I lift my head and look at Sloane. “I’m not saying that.”
Sloane’s hand glides over my cheek. “Oh, Hudson, when will you learn? You will receive pleasure once I start receiving pleasure.”
“Cut the shit, Sloane.”
“Hmm, that doesn’t sound like you want to serve me. Maybe try again, this time with less anger.”
“I’m not fucking saying it.”
“That’s a shame because now I’m going to have to raise my hand and get Madame Lori to come over here and spank my naughty boy again.”
She starts to raise her hand, and I quickly say, “Don’t even fucking think about it.”
“Say it, Hudson, or I raise my hand.” I don’t say anything. I remain still, and she drops her leg from my shoulder and leans forward, offering me the best view of her tits. “Say it, my good boy.”
“Sloane…”
“Say it or I’m raising my hand.” She starts to raise it again. When I don’t say anything, she raises it fully and calls out, “Madame Lori.”
Panic ensues because I don’t want to be spanked, and despite not knowing what the hell is going on, I mutter, “I’m here to serve.”
“A problem over there?” Madame Lori asks.
Sloane looks at me, eyebrow raised.
So I say it a little louder. “I’m here to serve.”
“Here to serve…who?”
“Is there a problem?”
I glance at Madame Lori and that riding crop and then look Sloane in the eyes. “I’m here to serve you.”
“Not a problem,” Sloane says, keeping her eyes on me. “Such a good boy,” she says and then leans forward and kisses me on the nose.
I don’t think this could get any worse.
“His balls are really sensitive,” Sloane says as she rubs my back while I’m positioned on all fours, tied up with rope, and feeling like a goddamn hog ready to be roasted over a fire.
“If that’s the case, you don’t have to tie his balls. You can leave those free,” Madame Lori says, also rubbing my back. “It’s a shame they’re so sensitive. Ball play can be very pleasurable for both parties.”
“I know, that’s what I’ve been telling him, but anytime I go remotely near them, he comes.”
“Oh,” Madame Lori says. “So they’re very sensitive.”
You’d think I’d be defending myself at this point, but nope. Coming from her being near my balls is barely a blip in what I’ve been through today…during this three-hour-long fucking class.
She has told Madame Lori, who has paid extra special attention to us, that I squeal—yes, she saidsqueal—when she plays with my nipples andthat I kick my legs when I go down on her, which is why she’s had a hard time coming because the kicking has been distracting.
Madame Lori said she had a solution for that, hence why I’m tied up at the moment.
I’ve also been labeled as the early ejaculator of the group, the man with the large boner, and finally, Baby Blue Eyes by one of the other Doms in the class.
I’ve been rolled on my back, on my stomach; I’ve had my head tucked, lifted, my ass spanked several times; and I’ve watched another man come in his jeans because of how hard Madame Lori was spanking him.
Legit his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he groaned and moaned.
