In My Proper Place

She towers above me
the underside of her breasts
a perfect vantage point
topped by the pink
of her inspirited nipples
 
The faint whispers of the other girls
travel to me in my submission
 
They have a front row seat
to my training
 
There is little I can do
with my wrists bound
behind my back
 
She instructs that I keep to my knees
to avoid unnecessary consequences
 
She has kept the boots on
- the ones that climb to the thighs;
patent leather
clean enough to reflect my face
in their gloss
 
Another reaction from those watching
my tongue at the bottom
in one full motion
up the slit
to her pierced clit.
 
"Again," she orders.
 
The crack of her riding crop
slaps my bare shoulder
and I repeat
 
She never flinches
holding that blank expression
static
until she looks at her audience
with a raised eyebrow
 
"That is enough," she barks.
 
Stepping backwards
a wave of her hand
calling the others closer
 
Powerless
vulnerable
they circle me
my cock jutting out
from my body  
 
begging for any one of them
to take me.