In the meantime, Asher left Jezebel nice and comfortable with her book, harnessed in a chastity belt without the toys. Asher more than trusted her to not touch herself, but the metal reminder that she couldn't would make her hot, and that was always a desire of his.
Asher set her up to eat from the feeder toy for the afternoon, but he didn't use her like he normally took to doing, and he didn't set her up to feed for the night time. He broke his routine.
It threw her off, and he watched for any sign of breaking her out of her blissful submission. But she gave none. Where her mind would have built its anxiety with a hellish thought processing before, now it seemed calmer.
When he led her out of the dungeon on a leash, she crawled close to his ankles and nuzzled him as if he were her safety and security.
God, it made him hard, but it made him feel like a king, too. It gave him this warmth he never expected to feel, made him reach down to pet her hair. Jezebel was beautiful and amazing.
Asher had to focus to even lead her to where he wanted, and that was something new. Part of him craved to lock her away and use her for himself again, but he really wanted to display her.
Even so, the desire to do so only marginally overpowered the urge to bind her to his bed and fuck every hole she had until she couldn't walk anymore.
Jesus. Concentrate. Yes, concentrate. Asher centered himself with the reminding thought that everything indicated her belonging to him at the end of the month.
"Come here, lovely. Let's display you so I can show off my slave."
Jezebel made him into an animal. Asher led her to a center little play platform with a nifty adjustable table and patted it. "On your back. Legs spread wide and feet in the stirrups."
The cool thing about the table was that the head part was more like a sling that would hold her safe, while allowing her face to be pressed back so that she could take a cock down it hard, and often.
And the setup displayed her pussy and asshole, while making sure it wouldn't be convenient to fuck either one. Asher wanted her to be toyed with and tormented by him, to give all the other doms at Sulfur's a slight amount of possessive jealousy.
Of course, if it did happen, they would watch her take his fucking and he'd stare into her eyes with the violent ownership it gave him, too. Either way, it was a win-win for him.
"How do we feel? Nice and comfy?"
Jezebel tugged on her restraints and then smiled up at him. "Not as comfy as your table, Master."
God, the way she looked up at him and flirted with him, the way she was so happy and so trusting. She adored him enough to try to make him smile with her playfulness no matter what, even in front of an audience, even though he tormented her. And it worked.
Asher smiled down at her with delighted affection and stroked her hair while she leaned into his palm.
"Well, forgive me, Pet. I doubt I can make anything feel as good as the table you were trained on, but I can try to distract you with a line of other doms to please. You must be hungry."
Jezebel moaned, with a sensuous little smile up at him, and purred. "Anything for you, Master."
God. Jesus fucking God. Those words hit him like a solar plexus blow. She'd shown them to him, but she hadn't directly said them like that.
"Time to turn out the lights. Just relax, Pet, and take what you're given. I might let you out of the blindfold, but for right now, why don't you just relax into a dark little world of submission?"
Jezebel closed her eyes even before the blindfold fell into place and tilted her head back, as if in offering.
For a moment, he had a clear image of her as a willing sacrifice on an altar to the religion of indulgence and perversion.
Jezebel's breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and she was so perfectly defenseless. Asher stroked her cheek and then gave her a gentle slap. "Open your mouth."
Obediently, Jezebel did, and Asher looked to the side while he gestured to Matt and all the other Doms, along with submissives like Deirdre and Lily, to gather around them.
Pet hadn't gotten to play for long at Sulfur's, but there was a structure to it. It wasn't just Asher's life and his bar. It was something far more, a kind of tight-knit community of people who had found each other, and discovered they weren't alone in life.
Asher had his dungeon monitors, who often came to play too, and on the night he had chosen to allow Pet out of the dungeon, it was a closed door night. And they were there. But so were his regulars.
They all had an unspoken joy with each other, too. They shared and took part in each other's scenes often because it made an energy that turned everyone on.
Of course, if they wanted it private, there were indicators. Generally, a decent "fuck off" glance would do it. Doms weren't usually subtle or coy types about their desires while they played.
But Asher didn't have that "fuck off" look. Asher had the stance that said, "Come and watch me play." He had the look that said he wanted to show off, and him, Matt and the other Doms and submissives knew each other well.
Asher curled a hand around her throat while he circled her to get his fitted demon mask from the duffel bag he kept for toys.
Jezebel had liked that mask, and Asher liked to please her. So he put it on and stroked her body while he fitted a flavored rubber on himself.
Asher surged into her open mouth, and Pet took it. She didn't just take it. She tilted her head back and lifted, straining to get to more of him.
Maybe other Doms and Submissives would have looked at Jezebel's hunger and felt displeasure or some form of jealousy. Maybe someone else would have felt a kind of upset possession by the obvious arousal she got off blowing Asher.
But Matt and the other Doms weren't one of those. They jerked off to the intoxicating sight, turning Asher's little show off into an orgy.
Asher buried two fingers inside of her pussy to make her hotter, to make her wilder. He adored her for being such a sexual creature, because it was that kind of creature that he had fallen in love with.
Shaming her for it, or disliking it, would have felt like a terrible crime on his part. How could he ever dislike a quality that was such a large part of the person he loved? It wouldn't make sense to.
Asher studied the emotions of the audience and was pleased to find them logical and consistent, pleased that they felt nothing but playful arousal and perverted pride in how well his slave could serve.
And oh, she did.
Matt threw his head back as he stroked his own cock and had to work for control, because Jezebel was so eager, so cock hungry, that just the sight of her blowing Asher, nearly undid him.
"Fucking Jesus. When she's good, she's a goddamned angel." Matt cried.
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