The Master and the Debutant: A Gypsy's Scene

The gypsy stepped out in her colors. The bold blue bodice trimmed her waist and hugged her bosom. The sparkling short ruffled red and purple layered skirt revealed long legs and thighs. The golden lace off the shoulder sleeves dangled down while her long black hair bounced as she walked.

It wasn't exactly "traditional" kink attire, whatever traditional means. But that's just her isn't it! Fools have tried to pigeonhole her and failed miserably. The gypsy soul cannot be controlled or made to conform to protocol in neither vertical nor kink society. One must be blind if they can't see by now that she doesn't follow any crowd.

Contrarily, the Debutant was told to wear all black. He initially protested to her request to wear a black shirt, black pants and a black tie. "She doesn't want me to wear leather or latex" he complained to the Master, when they met a week before the event. "Just wear all black mate" the Master had said, so the Debutant didn't have much choice in the matter.

That's when the men first met. A social outing she had organized. A rainy day that turned out to be very pleasant in many ways. An insightful museum visit, but the male company ensured plenty of banter and innuendo were thrown in. They both teased her, and she loved every minute of it. It meant so much to her that these two men form a connection - a collaboration not a competition. A corroboration of dirty desires.

The night of the event started early, as they arrived by 7pm. The Debutant saw the venue before the crowds arrived and met some of the dungeon monitors. They explored the three levels before heading out to dinner. When they returned at 9.30pm the place was alive. The Debutant took in the atmosphere. He saw rope work, needle play, various forms of impact play on the bed, bench and frames, as well as the goings on in the rooms. This was his very first event.

Wandering down the corridors, clearly aroused by the sights and sounds, they entered a room. The gypsy knelt and began to remove his shoes. The Debutant saw for the first time a tiny glimpse into her submissive potential. He saw a look of satisfaction on her face he had never seen before. Soon the gypsy found herself head down arse up, her g-string ripped off and fucked from behind. Unbeknownst to them, a large dark figure was looming by the door. It was the Master, and he was watching them fuck!

Recovering from her pleasure the gypsy looked up to see the Master with whom she shares a uniquely special connection. She hugged and kissed him asking "Are you free to do some impact on me?" "Of course darling" he said to her in that wonderful loving voice, and "you will enjoy this too" he said to the Debutant. She made it clear to both that she intends to enjoy the moment. "Don't hold back" she whispered to the Master as he set her up against the A-frame. He understood.

The Master tucked her skirt up to reveal her bare arse. The skirt stubbornly kept falling. This won't do. The Master's instructions were clear "Take it all off!" He undid the gypsy's bodice pulling off every bit of clothing. Not a thread was left on her. She was completely naked except for the black heels on her feet. Legs slightly spread she leaned forward against the frame with her naked rear on display and at the mercy of the Master.

As always the Master started with the soft deerskin flogger. She closed her eyes as she felt the familiar strokes. At times he worked her shoulders and then back down to her arse. The combination of cool air and soft leather lashes swept her skin with every stroke. His warm hand caressed her arse which was a welcoming connection that pleasantly breaks the flow of the flogging. As things started to warm up, something unexpected happened. The Master called him over and put the spotlight on the Debutant.

This was his debut topping experience. He had never swung a flogger before. He had a lady to impress and he had an audience observing him too. He followed the Master's instructions. Where to stand, which hand to use, where to hit, where to avoid, what reactions to watch, shoulder vs wrist action...he was a quick learner! The naked gypsy anticipated wayward strokes. She expected a loose lash to wrap around her waist or strike inside her thighs...but no. The Debutant kept to his target, and his strokes became harder and harder.

"He's a natural" the Master exclaimed, "and a Sadist" as the strokes didn't ease. He checked on the gypsy whose threshold was building up higher and higher. He held her face and kissed her lips. "That's the heavy flogger" she complained, to which he replied "Yes!" with the biggest grin on his face. And it didn't stop there. The Master now joined the Debutant in the onslaught. Together they worked through the Masters' extensive toy collection. The Debutant championed his task, after all he was being taught by the best. He no doubt left an impression with the audience.

The helpless gypsy flinched, yelped, wailed and screamed as an assortment of paddles, crops and canes were put to her arse. Some she secretly loved, some she genuinely dreaded. "Shut up woman" was the only response from the Master, which turned her on incredibly. Having both men performing meant the impact was continuous. Her arse didn't get to rest, she was on fire. To add to the stimulation the occasional hand felt her arse and a finger or two stroked her pussy. The audience watching will never know how soaking wet she was.

Time flew and she was enjoying every single connection. At times she would push her arse to contact the groin of whoever was behind her. Sensing her state the Master spun her around, displaying her full frontal to the audience. She felt the sting of the cane on her breasts and to make it wonderfully worse he held her arms over her head immobilizing her. She craved that dominance, to have her breasts beaten, nipples tortured, her cunt cropped till her lips are swollen, to be sucked and fucked and forced to orgasm and squirt...

But wait, this is not a private play, this is a public (albeit sex positive) event! She opened her eyes momentarily coming to reality. Only then did she realize she was stark naked, standing full frontal to an audience! "Red" she called not because she hit any pain limits, but because she suddenly felt self conscious at her nakedness and her state of arousal. It caught her off guard because her head had been elsewhere. Another day, with pre-negotiations, she may be ready for a proper public humiliation.

Upon the call, the men comforted her, the Master wrapped her in his coat and the Debutant guided her to a bed, where they cuddled her. She stayed in that state, an incredible high, a state of contentment, arousal, empowerment, intimacy and affection all rolled into one. As she laid there, body resting, her mind did race along all the possibilities of what a private play would entail and what other skills these two special men will share between each other with her body as the mannequin...but that is another story, and one of many stories yet to be written.