Fist, Part II

I arrived early at 15h, so that I could help out with Ôda's birthday.
After serving the cake & champagne, I stood at the counter watching the crowd. I hear the Marquis Noir tell Hell Liza that she can dominate until 18h30. I watch to see what she will do, & she turns to me.
She reaches out for my tits & pinches them hard. I laugh & move away, my usual spontaneous reaction that Mast'Her didn't like. I comment that I shouldn't giggle, but I have a hard time refraining, as she pinches & twists, a look of glee in her eyes.
The Marquis comes over to ask how it's going & she says "Bien mais elle fait un peu du cinéma". He looks at me, saying "Je ne lui ai rien dit..." Me, such an actress in his eyes !
Then she decides that I should be gagged & asks for some tape. Large white tape that she wraps around my face, my hair, my mouth.
Somehow, I like this restraint.
She then delights in pinching & slapping my tits.

She tells me to turn around & lean against the counter, my legs spread, my back arched.
She spanks me, then asks if there's any problem if she scratches me. I say it's ok — since I've never done this before — & immediately regret it as she makes long sweeping slashes like some kind of harpy with her nails all down my legs & back, small animal-like scratches on my ass.

She spreads my legs & starts to finger me, but he comes over, telling her to use a glove & some gel.
She's a bit miffed. Since she needs this protection, she decides to move the scene upstairs, almost taking the antibacterial handwash instead of the gel ! (au secours !)

I lie back on the bed & she goes to work, fingering me, going inside.
This seems more familiar than my exploration of her pussy, as I have felt this many times with lovers.
Some men enter the room, watching. A few try to participate, but she shoos them away. Except for the "White Angel", le soumis à la Domina Belge, who sucks my tit. I had played with him earlier when she had covered him with chocolate.

I moan as she goes deeper, my pleasure rising. A full thrust makes me come, shivering.

When it's over, I ask her if she had put her whole hand in. Yes — up to her wrist.
I thought, well, then I must have been fisted before by my lovers without knowing it.