I was overwhelmed. His laugh rang throughout the room, echoing so that I thought the office must be huge and empty. I burst into tears. Emotionally drained, aroused almost to the point of discomfort, the remaining bricks of my barriers crumbled and I leaned my forehead against the cool glass and cried. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the blurred figures working out across the street.

Eyes streaming, nose running, shoulders shaking as I sobbed, I could not have been a very pretty sight. Yet Kevin sighed and murmured, "God, she's beautiful."

And my master said, "Yes."

They proceeded to discuss my attributes in glowing terms, and I felt myself blush as I cried. Somehow, I felt betrayed. Before, in the soft dark, I had clung to my master and tentatively answered his clever questions about my fantasies and fears. Lying there in his arms, warm and secure and loved, I felt safe, and I had spilled my deepest, darkest desires. He had listened and led me on, patiently extracting from me information I had not even allowed myself to process.

Now he was turning my fantasy into reality, and I was not ready. I felt angry. How could he take our moonlight secrets and transform them into this sweaty, shuddering reality?

Yet had I not given myself over to him? Had I not sworn to obey, and had I not felt a warm belonging as he swore to care for me? My choice had been made long before.

Twisting in the whirlwind of my emotions, I tried to concentrate. Howard and Kevin spoke on, murmuring to each other and time seemed to slow down, thankfully, and I could grasp some of the thoughts flashing through my mind.

All I had to do was use my safeword, and I would be taken down, bathed and put to bed like a baby who stayed up too late. One word was all it would take. But I found myself reluctant to say it, and as my master came around me, bent and took my nipple between his lips, the thought fled from my mind and I was his completely.

He sucked and nibbled on my breast, and rubbed my clit in the manner he uses to tease me. From behind, I heard the distinct crinkle of plastic, and then I felt Kevin's hands on my ass, spreading my legs and squeezing my cheeks.

"Open your eyes," my master commanded, and I obeyed. I had been seen, and across the street three men and a woman stood at the window of the gymnasium, watching me. I could not see the expression on their faces, but they did not turn away. I moaned. I felt Kevin's hands on my pussy, spreading my lips while my master worked unhurriedly on my throbbing clit. I was wet and hungry, and felt only a slight pang of fear as I felt Kevin's cock slide easily into me.

Aah, the sensation of being filled! I sighed gustily, the breath forced out of me as he slowly slid in deeper, grasping my hips. Reflected in the glass, I could see the apparition shape of the three of us, unreal and shimmering.

Kevin pumped steadily, filling me wonderfully. His breath on my neck made me shiver, and I arched my back further, wanting to lean back against his sweet prick, wanting to lean forward onto my master's knowing fingers. The magic began to take me again, and I began to pant and moan.

"Yes, you like it from behind, don't you?" murmured Howard. I groaned in response.

He slapped my breasts lightly, causing me to yelp.

"Answer me, slut! Don't make me repeat my question."

"Yes, yes!" I gasped, as Kevin increased his thrusts, harder and faster.

Howard addressed Kevin.

"She likes to be taken like a bitch in heat. Fuck her harder, as hard as you want to. She'll take it, and love it."

Kevin was inspired, and his cock twitched inside me as he slammed into me, harder and faster, his grip on my hips painful. I thought I could feel his cock head in the back of my throat, I was so impaled and filled. The liquid between my legs ran freely, in spite of him filling me like a cork, and the delicious friction burned like heaven.

My clit began to throb in earnest, and my master, always knowing, knelt and licked at it with a sharp tongue.

The incongruity of having my master on his knees before me seemed suddenly hysterical, and I laughed loudly, causing Kevin to growl and press harder into me. Howard's magic tongue lashed me and oh, the magic, the magic. Had I not been bound, I would have fallen over. As it was, my body became limp, Kevin holding me by the hips and my wrists cutting painfully against the restraints.

My master grasped my nipples and pinched, and I screamed, feeling the heat building, boiling in my thighs and groin, flowing up and put into my limbs, and my clit was a tiny white hot coal and as Kevin gasped and thrust deep, deep and hit against the elusive secret place in my core, I screamed and came and came and came...

Shuddering, twitching, feeling the muscles of my pussy pulsating around Kevin, I bucked and wriggled, saturated with sensation. My master would not release me from his mouth, and the intensity grew again, going beyond anything I thought was possible, and I felt an urge to urinate.

I screamed again, wanting release, wanting this to go on forever, wanting oblivion.

It seemed like a violation as Kevin suddenly pulled himself from my pussy. This time it was I who growled, vaguely hearing the snap of the condom as he removed it, then he had one hand in my hair and one hand on himself as he stood behind me and masturbated. As I felt the first drops of his cum splashing against my hot tender cheeks; as I felt his groan as an earthquake, the sound reverberating and penetrating my shin; as my master bit down on my clit and thrust his thumb to press against my anus, I came again. This time, taken by the waves, I floated, pulsing, dripping, and rode the dragon, hearing my heartbeat like a drum, and the spiral returned and I plummeted, gloriously, into the eye.

All went black.

When I awoke, I was in at home, in bed with my master asleep next to me.