I is a young woman that has been introduced to a secret society of s&m. Her boyfriend has made her a slave to Sir S. Her boyfriend, Sir S, J, who is I's girlfriend, J's sister and I are in the south of France on vacation. Sir S has commanded I to make love to J in the bedroom with the peephole so he can watch without J knowing.
To ensure a good view for Sir S, I spread J's legs wide open in the light of the bedside lamp. I guessed that such obvious manipulation would tip J off to Sir S's presence, but she lay there oblivious, basking in the warmth of I's gaze. I kissed her breasts, her lips, her eyelids, stuck her tongue in her ear, her mouth, her vagina. I licked the warm mussel between J's legs, listening to the moans she made, imagining Sir S's excitement on the other side of the wall.
Finally, after an hour of such manipulation, I parted the lips surrounded by light blonde hair and bit the throbbing clitoris at the tip of the pink flesh. J's back was arched in ecstacy, her hands wrapped around the wooden bars of I's Italian headboard, as she moaned again and again. I continued to use her tongue to place pressure on J's clit. She did this until she had wrung the last moan out of J, and J lay there exhausted, satiated, beneath I's hands. I wondered if Sir S, on the other side of the wall, was satiated too by that point. She imagined he had shot a load against the wall and made a mental note to check for a stain the next time she was in that room.
-Inspired by Pauline Reage