Chapter 4: Climax
Cory confidently took the middle of the stage.
"Alright, folks, we've reached the moment you've all been waiting for. Our first contestant, Paul, has drawn the straw, and it's... black! That means he's paired with our lovely host, Cory herself!" The audience erupted in cheers and whistles as Cory winked at them. "Now, Paul, you know what that means, right?" she asked, turning to him with a sultry smile.
Paul stood up, his tall frame towering over Cory. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. "It means I get to fuck you, Cory," he said, his voice a low growl.
"And I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of it."
Cory's eyes widened slightly, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. "Oh, Paul," she purred, her voice laced with desire. "I was hoping you'd say that."
She turned to the audience, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Folks, you're in for a treat tonight. Paul here is going to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. And I can't wait."
The audience cheered, their voices a loud roar of approval. Cory turned back to Paul, her eyes locked onto his.
I draw a short straw today, so I am your sub, Paul... Master. I am all yours.
Strip then, Cory, nice and slow....
" Paul's voice was a low, commanding growl, his eyes never leaving Cory's. Cory smirked, her hands moving to the hem of her leather miniskirt. She slowly pulled it up, revealing her long, toned legs inch by inch. The audience watched, their eyes glued to her every move as she finally pulled the skirt off completely, leaving her in nothing but her black lace thong and crop top.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Paul murmured, his eyes roaming over her body. Cory smiled, her hands moving to the hem of her crop top. She pulled it up slowly, revealing her flat stomach, her ribs, her full, round breasts.
- Now, the main treat, dear viewers. I bet all of you would like to see my pussy. Do you think it is shaved? May be not fully? May be not at all? I am practically dripping... Ok, time to get naked...
for you, Master," Cory said, her voice a low purr as she slowly pulled down her thong, revealing her shaved pussy to the audience and Paul. The room erupted in cheers and whistles as Paul's eyes darkened with desire.
"Fuck, Cory," he growled, his hand moving to his cock, stroking it slowly. "You're fucking gorgeous."
Cory smirked, her eyes locked onto his. "I'm glad you like what you see, Master," she said, her voice laced with desire. "Now, what would you like me to do next?"
Paul's eyes flashed with a predatory light.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather collar and a set of shackles. "I want you to wear these, Cory," he said, his voice a low, commanding growl. Cory's eyes widened slightly, a shiver of excitement running down her spine. She had never been collared before, but the thought of being Paul's submissive, of giving up control to him, was intoxicating. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, Master." Paul smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he fastened the collar around her neck. It was tight, a little too tight, but Cory didn't mind. She liked the feeling of being owned, of being at Paul's mercy.
Next, he fastened the shackles around her wrists and ankles, leaving just enough room for her to move, but not enough to struggle. He pulled her arms behind her back, securing the shackles together, leaving her completely at his mercy.
Cory could feel the cool metal against her skin, could feel the weight of the shackles pulling at her limbs. She felt vulnerable, exposed, but also incredibly turned on.