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Exposure
I know her fears, the irrational terrors that lie deep within her third heart. Today I will exploit them to the full to test her will, to see if the steel is hardened enough so she can survive her ultimate test. She only knows that she is to meet me and to expect a night to pass before she returns to the real world. Today is a game day.
I have told her to meet me on the bridge over the motorway at 8:30 in the evening. I will collect her at 9:00. She does not know that I will be deliberately late, leaving her alone and vulnerable standing in the middle of nowhere. Just a thin summer dress will cover her otherwise naked body, in flat court shoes, no makeup and with her hair tied back in a ponytail, open and inviting attention, vulnerable.
I park up a little way from where she is waiting and where I can overlook the motorway bridge. I take the binoculars from the passenger seat and watch her. It is quite bright but the sun is almost on the horizon. I almost feel sorry for her but this is for her own good and sometimes one has to be cruel to be kind. I can see her on the bridge her hands clasped across the front of her.
The drivers in the passing vehicles are watching her standing there all on her own for no apparent reason. Every now and then a trucker will sound his horn at her in appreciation. A car slows and pulls up. Katherine doesn’t know what car I will be driving. She hurries towards it. But recoils shaking her head furiously as she realises that it’s not me and the driver probably makes some lewd proposition.
The car pulls away. Kathy is caught between a rock and a hard place she doesn’t want to stand by the roadside in case another car stops, but behind her over the pa****t below is the freeway which is abnormally full this evening. Some carefully placed road works have forced quite a few extra vehicles this way. That’s the thing about the scene. If you’re in it you get to know lots of people on the same wavelength who will help each other out.
I watch for a while longer. She is almost frozen to the spot, just enduring the awful feeling of openness, not agoraphobia but the feeling that everybody is watching her. Silly really, but then what irrational fear isn’t?
Time to go. Driving towards the bridge she is still there. As I approach I indicate and start to slow down. Her body language is torn between hope it’s me and fears in case it’s another John looking for a score. If she only knew this was just the start, another John would be considered preferable if it got her out of the rest of tonight’s events. I pull up a few meters short of her position and wait for her to come to me. She can’t see me through the tinted semi-silvered windows. Confused, upset and shaking slightly she comes to the passenger door. I don’t open it, she still can’t see in. She gathers what little nerve she has left and opens the door. Looking in she sees it’s me and virtually jumps in; slamming the door behind her.
She sits as low in the seat as possible, a scrunched up little girl scared half witless. But she could have run and didn’t. I feel pride in my jewel. It’s easy to face something that doesn’t frighten you. But to face a terror however irrational takes courage. And my Kathy has never lacked courage. I pull away heading to The Show.
Kathy has recovered her composure a little, her breathing is calmer and a little less ragged now the adrenaline has subsided to a trickle rather than a flood. She looks at me.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“To a Jewellery show.”
As an answer it is absolutely accurate but it conveys no useful information. Kathy accepts that I’ll tell her when it suits me, if I tell her at all.
“Kathy. Take your dress and shoes off and put them in the glove compartment. Put on the collar and lead that are in there. Pick up the crop as well please; it’s on the back seat.”
She meekly complies. The fine black leather collar fits perfectly. The name tag has an inscription on it. I don’t think she noticed what it said. The long hessian rope lead hangs down her front and forms a small coil in her lap; on top of it is my riding crop; it is stiff black platted leather with a 6” stinger end. We are a little way out of town now heading further into the country. After a while we leave the ‘burbs behind and then leave the main road, turning into a gated entrance to a large house owned by one a Sacramento’s biggest scene players Dylan Morris.
We reach the end of the long drive. There are no other cars around. There is a bus boy waiting to park our car. I look across at Kathy. She has shrunk into her seat a little further. She looks back at me, her eyes pleading for protection and cover. I shake my head a little and she looks down, her long hair that would normally fall down hiding her face stays where it should be in the pony tail. Even this meagre privacy is denied her.
We stop. I get out and walk around the car to let Kathy out. As she gets out and stands on the rough gravel of the drive she winces as the small sharp stones bite into her feet. It is almost dark now but the drive lights provide the bus boy with enough illumination to take in Kathy’s naked body. He nods at me approvingly. I take the coiled rope from Kathy’s hand and lead her to the grass verge beside the drive. I hook the crop onto my belt clip.
“Japanese position please Kathy.”
She complies and using a short length of rope I had in my jacket pocket I bind her arms in place; comfortable after a fashion but securely restrained.
It is a warm evening, but the breeze caresses her body and her nipples tighten growing into the little nubbins that I enjoy playing with so much. But tonight there is no fun on the agenda.
I had arranged to be nearly the last guest to arrive. There is the distant sound of conversation coming from around the side of the mansion. I give the lead to Kathy to hold.
“Wait here I’ll be back in a while.”
I leave Kathy, not looking back. Having made arrangements with Dylan I return with a blind fold. She is where I had left her but the bus boy has returned and is making no secret of ogling Kathy’s body. I stand behind Kathy and tie on the blind fold. Leaning over her shoulder I talk softly so the Bus Boy can’t hear.
“Now you won’t disgrace me and yourself in front of my friends will you.” I ask.
“No I won’t.” She replies with the determined voice of a true submissive not wishing to upset her proud master.
“Just keep calm. Keep breathing and don’t forget no real harm will come to you. Do you understand?” I ask her.
“No I don’t understand. I don’t know what’s going to happen. What is going to happen?” she replies.
“Well this is a Jewellery Show and you are my Jewel. As you are my Jewel I am going to show you off to my friends.”
I hear her breath quicken.
“But I have no makeup on. My hair is in a pony tail for Christ’s sake. I don’t even have any shoes on.” She replies in a slightly desperate voice.
“Oh and Kathy, don’t forget you’re naked as well. Now I’ll lead you. There are no steps and it’s all on flat grass.”
I take the rope from her and lead her around the house. There is no conversation now just the slight susurration of people breathing.
I move behind her.
“Kathy I’m going to take your blind fold off in a moment. In front of you is a small stage with a Sybian on it. I will help you to get onto the Sybian and then I want you to cum for me.”
I think she knows what’s coming next as I feel her trembling slightly. I place my hand on her bound arms to steady her. I remove the blind fold and as I expected Kathy involuntarily recoils from what is in front of her. 15ft beyond the low flat stage are 250 guests seated on tiers of bleachers. While we are still in semi-darkness the stage is brightly illuminated by powerful theatrical spotlights. A video camera is visible off to one side. It is being controlled by some chap with long black hair.
On the stage are the Sybian with its little control unit mounted on a plinth just off to the right. Beside the stage is a big 10ft high video screen wall. This is taking the feed from a fixed camera at the front of the stage. Once on the Sybian every movement and facial expression of the victim will be visible to all the audience. Nothing can be hidden.
Taking Kathy by the arm I move her up the couple of steps to the stage and stand her by the Sybian facing the audience. There is a murmur of approval from the audience. Most submissives come to the stage for presentation all dolled up in their finery and costumed up to the nines. But not my Kathy I am showing her truly naked, nothing hidden nothing obscured. There need be no obfus**tion here. There isn’t a man in the place not getting a chubby or a woman not wishing to tongue her clit. Kathy is woman, nothing more and definitely nothing less, her femininity a hallmark of her existence. She is desire incarnate; to possess just a tiny fraction of her is to be blessed beyond measure. But I can see the terror as well. This is her personal nightmare, her nemesis made real. Complete humiliation and exposure for all to see. Nowhere to hide or even run to. Of course she could run away but that would be the ultimate betrayal of self, the final capitulation to the irrational. And I have gambled that she won’t capitulate to that little voice inside her, she is stronger than she knows and tonight I hope will reveal that strength to her.
“Kathy. Stand up straight. You look like some frightened little rabbit.”
I scold her for showing weakness. I know she is better than this. I move in front of her and firmly push my fingers into her labia, she winces, no hot honey today; she’s as dry as a desert river. There is a bottle of lubricant by the machine. I apply a generous dollop to my fingers and work it into her pussy then the same again to her arse hole, making sure she is opened up as best I can. The Sybian has the double dildo fitted this evening to invade both her pussy and arse. I lube the machine’s twin phalluses as well. The Sybian is on a small stand so the tops of the mechanical phalluses are 18” of the ground. Once she is speared by them she will be able to keep her balance but little more.
I move her over the machine, making her straddle it. Then standing behind her I help her down. No foreplay here, this will be a brutal penetration, uncomfortable at best. The dildos meet their orifices and start to enter. But there is little Kathy or I can do to forestall the entry into her body. She knows this and with gritted teeth lowers herself onto them. She falls forwards and gasps at the feeling of violation. I site her up straight and whisper in her ear.
“Well done. Will you cum for me now?”
Through a dry throat comes the reply “Yes.”
The lights blaze onto the stage and the cameras capture her every detail to show the audience Kathy’s humiliation and degradation.
I move to the control unit and start the vibration. The familiar insistent buzz of the orgasm machine fills the auditorium and Kathy’s mouth opens in shock realisation that she will cum whether she likes it or not. I play the controls varying the speed and power of the vibration and switching on the G Spot massager in the front dildo. Inside her, invisible to the audience, the dildo starts to rotate like an ever questing finger, pressing her G spot every rotation. Kathy is moaning now as the machine does its devilish work inside her sex.
I back the controls off a little. Kathy will cum if left like this. But we are here to give a show, a performance. I take the crop from my belt and stand behind her. She hasn’t noticed I have moved. She notices as the stinger thwacks none too gently into the flesh of her arse. She jumps as the pain cuts into her consciousness. Back and forth I slice the stinger across her arse, leaving little red welts on her skin. Nothing permanent, after all I wouldn’t want to damage my jewel would I?
The Sybain tries to take her mind while I hold her in reality with the insistent pain of the crop on her arse. But it is a battle I must lose. Slowly the Sybian is winning, driving her on to orgasm. The lights blaze, the audience watch transfixed by the spectacle of this woman being relentlessly driven to orgasm in front of their eyes. They consume her every sound and movement, grimace and gasp, nothing is hidden as Kathy crashes into orgasm. But the machine is no considerate lover; it knows nothing of her climax just that it must continue to stimulate, to drive on. Kathy screams and jerks on the dildos as another orgasm is driven from her and then another. She is like a rag doll speared on the machine now. It is buzzing and grinding away inside her but she has been sated. I switch it off. She looks at me with unfathomable eyes. She is back, but different. Something has broken inside her or maybe something has been fixed?
I help Kathy off the machine and stand her beside it and untie her arms. She rubs her wrists where the rope has left it’s tell tale mark.
I pick up the microphone from the dais that has been brought to the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen I hope you enjoyed Kathy’s pain and pleasure. And now we will start the bidding for Bukkaka or cunnilingus. Please take your bid boxes from under the benches. And please do remember that all bids must be honoured before the activity will commence.”
The screen starts to scroll up numbers as bids are made. Gradually the bid rises in $500 dollar increments until it has reached $21,500. Now there appear to be only two bidders, a woman I don’t immediately recognise and a man David Wagner; a notorious scene sadist. The bidding continues and at $25,000 closes.
David steps forward. This is unfortunate; he’s a fucking bastard underneath a very normal exterior. But he doesn’t walk to the stage he walks away towards the car park. Instead the woman approaches the stage. She is striking rather than beautiful, confident as one would expect from a seasoned player. She steps up onto the stage and walks up to Kathy. Their eyes meet and there is something new in Kathy’s stance. A new strength. Inside I smile. Tonight just might have done what I had hoped.
The woman moves her hand up to the back of Kathy’s neck and I see her firmly sc**** her fingers down it almost as if biting her with her hand. She pulls Kathy’s face forward and kisses her full on the lips. Despite herself Kathy responds her eyes closing as she focuses on the experience. The woman’s hands explore Kathy’s body; stroking and caressing her in the full and obvious understanding of a body like her own.
A couch has been brought to the stage and the Sybian removed; its torturous work done for the night. Kathy is lead to the couch and sits down. The fixed camera has been moved to better view what is about to happen. Kneeling in front of the couch on a deep cushion the woman starts to take her very expensive prize. Slowly and with deliberation she starts to play Kathy’s body as a virtuoso violinist would caress a performance from a Stradivarius. Breasts, nipples, fingers, wrists, ears and neck. Nothing is left to chance as she consumes Kathy’s body. Kathy is transfixed and I can see that she is wet of her own volition now. No crude synthetic lubricant here, her honey pot is open for business!
By the time the woman reaches between Kathy’s legs Kathy is alive with anticipation, audience forgotten. Here in the now there is just the two of them and their shared lust. They smile at each other, a bond forming beyond mere possession and financial transaction. The woman goes down on Kathy. There is little detail to be seen as the performance progresses, the woman’s hair covering Kathy’s sex. But Kathy’s face and body reveal the expertise at work in her crotch. She is transported. Her eyes roll back and her mind is destroyed in the ecstasy of emotion and sensations washing over her. She cums very quickly and strongly. Unlike the Sybian the woman knows enough is enough and admires her handy work that is the smiling wreckage on the couch in front of her. The woman gets up and walks over to me.
“She’s special isn’t she?”
“Oh yes!” I agree with her.
“I hope I get more than one go for my money?” She asks.
I look at Kathy sitting there all prim and proper now on the couch. I turn to the woman.
“If Kathy wants to, then I will have no objection.” I reply.
The woman smiles and says “She’ll want to.” And smiling at Kathy she leaves the stage.
An attendant has brought a robe to the stage and offers it to Kathy who stands and goes to take it, but hesitates and then dismisses the attendant preferring to stay naked.
The show is over and the audience moves away towards the house leaving us alone on the stage. I take the lead from Kathy’s collar, but leave the collar on. I caress her breasts and nipples and kiss her. She responds as if standing naked in the middle of nowhere was second nature to her now. We follow the remains of the crowd into the house. Kathy stays naked and chats with some of the other players who congratulate her on her magnificent performance and how they would never dare to do such a thing. I had noticed something during the performance. I seek out the camera man. We discuss trivial technical points but while we talk I watch him. His eyes never leave Kathy. Kathy turns and sees us together and in an instant I see the connection. I step between them breaking the connection. The man is annoyed. I take a key from my pocket, and hold it out in front of me. The man looks at it.
“That’s the key to the second floor guest bedroom. If you want some action tonight take it and go and wait there.” I say.
He grins a wicked grin and takes the key. He heads off to the stairs looking at Kathy when he goes, her eyes follow him. I walk over to Kathy who while the only naked person in the room is now totally relaxed. I take her gently by the elbow and guide her over to the lady who had purchased her earlier and who I now realise is Dylan’s latest sub; Jasmine. Dylan had obviously bought Kathy as a present for her. We have a whispered conversation; she smiles and takes Kathy away. About 20 minutes later Kathy returns with Jasmine. She is dressed now with hair and makeup done to perfection stockings and high heels adding a fine line to her already beautiful legs. She is magnificent. Kathy looks at me with a broad smile and a quizzical look as Jasmine leads her up the stairs to the guest room.
Dylan seeks me out as I watch Kathy walking up the stair case.
“Well Chris I suppose I should pay up on our little wager.”
He grins as he passes me the sealed vellum envelope, containing one hundred neat new thousand dollar bills.
“I was sure she’d bolt you know.” He says.
“And I was sure she wouldn’t.” I replied with a proud grin on my face.
I know her fears, the irrational terrors that lie deep within her third heart. Today I will exploit them to the full to test her will, to see if the steel is hardened enough so she can survive her ultimate test. She only knows that she is to meet me and to expect a night to pass before she returns to the real world. Today is a game day.
I have told her to meet me on the bridge over the motorway at 8:30 in the evening. I will collect her at 9:00. She does not know that I will be deliberately late, leaving her alone and vulnerable standing in the middle of nowhere. Just a thin summer dress will cover her otherwise naked body, in flat court shoes, no makeup and with her hair tied back in a ponytail, open and inviting attention, vulnerable.
I park up a little way from where she is waiting and where I can overlook the motorway bridge. I take the binoculars from the passenger seat and watch her. It is quite bright but the sun is almost on the horizon. I almost feel sorry for her but this is for her own good and sometimes one has to be cruel to be kind. I can see her on the bridge her hands clasped across the front of her.
The drivers in the passing vehicles are watching her standing there all on her own for no apparent reason. Every now and then a trucker will sound his horn at her in appreciation. A car slows and pulls up. Katherine doesn’t know what car I will be driving. She hurries towards it. But recoils shaking her head furiously as she realises that it’s not me and the driver probably makes some lewd proposition.
The car pulls away. Kathy is caught between a rock and a hard place she doesn’t want to stand by the roadside in case another car stops, but behind her over the pa****t below is the freeway which is abnormally full this evening. Some carefully placed road works have forced quite a few extra vehicles this way. That’s the thing about the scene. If you’re in it you get to know lots of people on the same wavelength who will help each other out.
I watch for a while longer. She is almost frozen to the spot, just enduring the awful feeling of openness, not agoraphobia but the feeling that everybody is watching her. Silly really, but then what irrational fear isn’t?
Time to go. Driving towards the bridge she is still there. As I approach I indicate and start to slow down. Her body language is torn between hope it’s me and fears in case it’s another John looking for a score. If she only knew this was just the start, another John would be considered preferable if it got her out of the rest of tonight’s events. I pull up a few meters short of her position and wait for her to come to me. She can’t see me through the tinted semi-silvered windows. Confused, upset and shaking slightly she comes to the passenger door. I don’t open it, she still can’t see in. She gathers what little nerve she has left and opens the door. Looking in she sees it’s me and virtually jumps in; slamming the door behind her.
She sits as low in the seat as possible, a scrunched up little girl scared half witless. But she could have run and didn’t. I feel pride in my jewel. It’s easy to face something that doesn’t frighten you. But to face a terror however irrational takes courage. And my Kathy has never lacked courage. I pull away heading to The Show.
Kathy has recovered her composure a little, her breathing is calmer and a little less ragged now the adrenaline has subsided to a trickle rather than a flood. She looks at me.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“To a Jewellery show.”
As an answer it is absolutely accurate but it conveys no useful information. Kathy accepts that I’ll tell her when it suits me, if I tell her at all.
“Kathy. Take your dress and shoes off and put them in the glove compartment. Put on the collar and lead that are in there. Pick up the crop as well please; it’s on the back seat.”
She meekly complies. The fine black leather collar fits perfectly. The name tag has an inscription on it. I don’t think she noticed what it said. The long hessian rope lead hangs down her front and forms a small coil in her lap; on top of it is my riding crop; it is stiff black platted leather with a 6” stinger end. We are a little way out of town now heading further into the country. After a while we leave the ‘burbs behind and then leave the main road, turning into a gated entrance to a large house owned by one a Sacramento’s biggest scene players Dylan Morris.
We reach the end of the long drive. There are no other cars around. There is a bus boy waiting to park our car. I look across at Kathy. She has shrunk into her seat a little further. She looks back at me, her eyes pleading for protection and cover. I shake my head a little and she looks down, her long hair that would normally fall down hiding her face stays where it should be in the pony tail. Even this meagre privacy is denied her.
We stop. I get out and walk around the car to let Kathy out. As she gets out and stands on the rough gravel of the drive she winces as the small sharp stones bite into her feet. It is almost dark now but the drive lights provide the bus boy with enough illumination to take in Kathy’s naked body. He nods at me approvingly. I take the coiled rope from Kathy’s hand and lead her to the grass verge beside the drive. I hook the crop onto my belt clip.
“Japanese position please Kathy.”
She complies and using a short length of rope I had in my jacket pocket I bind her arms in place; comfortable after a fashion but securely restrained.
It is a warm evening, but the breeze caresses her body and her nipples tighten growing into the little nubbins that I enjoy playing with so much. But tonight there is no fun on the agenda.
I had arranged to be nearly the last guest to arrive. There is the distant sound of conversation coming from around the side of the mansion. I give the lead to Kathy to hold.
“Wait here I’ll be back in a while.”
I leave Kathy, not looking back. Having made arrangements with Dylan I return with a blind fold. She is where I had left her but the bus boy has returned and is making no secret of ogling Kathy’s body. I stand behind Kathy and tie on the blind fold. Leaning over her shoulder I talk softly so the Bus Boy can’t hear.
“Now you won’t disgrace me and yourself in front of my friends will you.” I ask.
“No I won’t.” She replies with the determined voice of a true submissive not wishing to upset her proud master.
“Just keep calm. Keep breathing and don’t forget no real harm will come to you. Do you understand?” I ask her.
“No I don’t understand. I don’t know what’s going to happen. What is going to happen?” she replies.
“Well this is a Jewellery Show and you are my Jewel. As you are my Jewel I am going to show you off to my friends.”
I hear her breath quicken.
“But I have no makeup on. My hair is in a pony tail for Christ’s sake. I don’t even have any shoes on.” She replies in a slightly desperate voice.
“Oh and Kathy, don’t forget you’re naked as well. Now I’ll lead you. There are no steps and it’s all on flat grass.”
I take the rope from her and lead her around the house. There is no conversation now just the slight susurration of people breathing.
I move behind her.
“Kathy I’m going to take your blind fold off in a moment. In front of you is a small stage with a Sybian on it. I will help you to get onto the Sybian and then I want you to cum for me.”
I think she knows what’s coming next as I feel her trembling slightly. I place my hand on her bound arms to steady her. I remove the blind fold and as I expected Kathy involuntarily recoils from what is in front of her. 15ft beyond the low flat stage are 250 guests seated on tiers of bleachers. While we are still in semi-darkness the stage is brightly illuminated by powerful theatrical spotlights. A video camera is visible off to one side. It is being controlled by some chap with long black hair.
On the stage are the Sybian with its little control unit mounted on a plinth just off to the right. Beside the stage is a big 10ft high video screen wall. This is taking the feed from a fixed camera at the front of the stage. Once on the Sybian every movement and facial expression of the victim will be visible to all the audience. Nothing can be hidden.
Taking Kathy by the arm I move her up the couple of steps to the stage and stand her by the Sybian facing the audience. There is a murmur of approval from the audience. Most submissives come to the stage for presentation all dolled up in their finery and costumed up to the nines. But not my Kathy I am showing her truly naked, nothing hidden nothing obscured. There need be no obfus**tion here. There isn’t a man in the place not getting a chubby or a woman not wishing to tongue her clit. Kathy is woman, nothing more and definitely nothing less, her femininity a hallmark of her existence. She is desire incarnate; to possess just a tiny fraction of her is to be blessed beyond measure. But I can see the terror as well. This is her personal nightmare, her nemesis made real. Complete humiliation and exposure for all to see. Nowhere to hide or even run to. Of course she could run away but that would be the ultimate betrayal of self, the final capitulation to the irrational. And I have gambled that she won’t capitulate to that little voice inside her, she is stronger than she knows and tonight I hope will reveal that strength to her.
“Kathy. Stand up straight. You look like some frightened little rabbit.”
I scold her for showing weakness. I know she is better than this. I move in front of her and firmly push my fingers into her labia, she winces, no hot honey today; she’s as dry as a desert river. There is a bottle of lubricant by the machine. I apply a generous dollop to my fingers and work it into her pussy then the same again to her arse hole, making sure she is opened up as best I can. The Sybian has the double dildo fitted this evening to invade both her pussy and arse. I lube the machine’s twin phalluses as well. The Sybian is on a small stand so the tops of the mechanical phalluses are 18” of the ground. Once she is speared by them she will be able to keep her balance but little more.
I move her over the machine, making her straddle it. Then standing behind her I help her down. No foreplay here, this will be a brutal penetration, uncomfortable at best. The dildos meet their orifices and start to enter. But there is little Kathy or I can do to forestall the entry into her body. She knows this and with gritted teeth lowers herself onto them. She falls forwards and gasps at the feeling of violation. I site her up straight and whisper in her ear.
“Well done. Will you cum for me now?”
Through a dry throat comes the reply “Yes.”
The lights blaze onto the stage and the cameras capture her every detail to show the audience Kathy’s humiliation and degradation.
I move to the control unit and start the vibration. The familiar insistent buzz of the orgasm machine fills the auditorium and Kathy’s mouth opens in shock realisation that she will cum whether she likes it or not. I play the controls varying the speed and power of the vibration and switching on the G Spot massager in the front dildo. Inside her, invisible to the audience, the dildo starts to rotate like an ever questing finger, pressing her G spot every rotation. Kathy is moaning now as the machine does its devilish work inside her sex.
I back the controls off a little. Kathy will cum if left like this. But we are here to give a show, a performance. I take the crop from my belt and stand behind her. She hasn’t noticed I have moved. She notices as the stinger thwacks none too gently into the flesh of her arse. She jumps as the pain cuts into her consciousness. Back and forth I slice the stinger across her arse, leaving little red welts on her skin. Nothing permanent, after all I wouldn’t want to damage my jewel would I?
The Sybain tries to take her mind while I hold her in reality with the insistent pain of the crop on her arse. But it is a battle I must lose. Slowly the Sybian is winning, driving her on to orgasm. The lights blaze, the audience watch transfixed by the spectacle of this woman being relentlessly driven to orgasm in front of their eyes. They consume her every sound and movement, grimace and gasp, nothing is hidden as Kathy crashes into orgasm. But the machine is no considerate lover; it knows nothing of her climax just that it must continue to stimulate, to drive on. Kathy screams and jerks on the dildos as another orgasm is driven from her and then another. She is like a rag doll speared on the machine now. It is buzzing and grinding away inside her but she has been sated. I switch it off. She looks at me with unfathomable eyes. She is back, but different. Something has broken inside her or maybe something has been fixed?
I help Kathy off the machine and stand her beside it and untie her arms. She rubs her wrists where the rope has left it’s tell tale mark.
I pick up the microphone from the dais that has been brought to the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen I hope you enjoyed Kathy’s pain and pleasure. And now we will start the bidding for Bukkaka or cunnilingus. Please take your bid boxes from under the benches. And please do remember that all bids must be honoured before the activity will commence.”
The screen starts to scroll up numbers as bids are made. Gradually the bid rises in $500 dollar increments until it has reached $21,500. Now there appear to be only two bidders, a woman I don’t immediately recognise and a man David Wagner; a notorious scene sadist. The bidding continues and at $25,000 closes.
David steps forward. This is unfortunate; he’s a fucking bastard underneath a very normal exterior. But he doesn’t walk to the stage he walks away towards the car park. Instead the woman approaches the stage. She is striking rather than beautiful, confident as one would expect from a seasoned player. She steps up onto the stage and walks up to Kathy. Their eyes meet and there is something new in Kathy’s stance. A new strength. Inside I smile. Tonight just might have done what I had hoped.
The woman moves her hand up to the back of Kathy’s neck and I see her firmly sc**** her fingers down it almost as if biting her with her hand. She pulls Kathy’s face forward and kisses her full on the lips. Despite herself Kathy responds her eyes closing as she focuses on the experience. The woman’s hands explore Kathy’s body; stroking and caressing her in the full and obvious understanding of a body like her own.
A couch has been brought to the stage and the Sybian removed; its torturous work done for the night. Kathy is lead to the couch and sits down. The fixed camera has been moved to better view what is about to happen. Kneeling in front of the couch on a deep cushion the woman starts to take her very expensive prize. Slowly and with deliberation she starts to play Kathy’s body as a virtuoso violinist would caress a performance from a Stradivarius. Breasts, nipples, fingers, wrists, ears and neck. Nothing is left to chance as she consumes Kathy’s body. Kathy is transfixed and I can see that she is wet of her own volition now. No crude synthetic lubricant here, her honey pot is open for business!
By the time the woman reaches between Kathy’s legs Kathy is alive with anticipation, audience forgotten. Here in the now there is just the two of them and their shared lust. They smile at each other, a bond forming beyond mere possession and financial transaction. The woman goes down on Kathy. There is little detail to be seen as the performance progresses, the woman’s hair covering Kathy’s sex. But Kathy’s face and body reveal the expertise at work in her crotch. She is transported. Her eyes roll back and her mind is destroyed in the ecstasy of emotion and sensations washing over her. She cums very quickly and strongly. Unlike the Sybian the woman knows enough is enough and admires her handy work that is the smiling wreckage on the couch in front of her. The woman gets up and walks over to me.
“She’s special isn’t she?”
“Oh yes!” I agree with her.
“I hope I get more than one go for my money?” She asks.
I look at Kathy sitting there all prim and proper now on the couch. I turn to the woman.
“If Kathy wants to, then I will have no objection.” I reply.
The woman smiles and says “She’ll want to.” And smiling at Kathy she leaves the stage.
An attendant has brought a robe to the stage and offers it to Kathy who stands and goes to take it, but hesitates and then dismisses the attendant preferring to stay naked.
The show is over and the audience moves away towards the house leaving us alone on the stage. I take the lead from Kathy’s collar, but leave the collar on. I caress her breasts and nipples and kiss her. She responds as if standing naked in the middle of nowhere was second nature to her now. We follow the remains of the crowd into the house. Kathy stays naked and chats with some of the other players who congratulate her on her magnificent performance and how they would never dare to do such a thing. I had noticed something during the performance. I seek out the camera man. We discuss trivial technical points but while we talk I watch him. His eyes never leave Kathy. Kathy turns and sees us together and in an instant I see the connection. I step between them breaking the connection. The man is annoyed. I take a key from my pocket, and hold it out in front of me. The man looks at it.
“That’s the key to the second floor guest bedroom. If you want some action tonight take it and go and wait there.” I say.
He grins a wicked grin and takes the key. He heads off to the stairs looking at Kathy when he goes, her eyes follow him. I walk over to Kathy who while the only naked person in the room is now totally relaxed. I take her gently by the elbow and guide her over to the lady who had purchased her earlier and who I now realise is Dylan’s latest sub; Jasmine. Dylan had obviously bought Kathy as a present for her. We have a whispered conversation; she smiles and takes Kathy away. About 20 minutes later Kathy returns with Jasmine. She is dressed now with hair and makeup done to perfection stockings and high heels adding a fine line to her already beautiful legs. She is magnificent. Kathy looks at me with a broad smile and a quizzical look as Jasmine leads her up the stairs to the guest room.
Dylan seeks me out as I watch Kathy walking up the stair case.
“Well Chris I suppose I should pay up on our little wager.”
He grins as he passes me the sealed vellum envelope, containing one hundred neat new thousand dollar bills.
“I was sure she’d bolt you know.” He says.
“And I was sure she wouldn’t.” I replied with a proud grin on my face.
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