Beach and public bondage

BEACH BONDAGE
Chapter One

My wife and I lived in a two-story condominium in North Florida
on the Gulf of Mexico. The area where we lived was dotted with
condominium
townhouses and high-rises, with some areas of dunes in between, and
a long expanse of white beach. Down the coast about eight miles was
deserted beach, with both a gulf side and a side which faced the
intracoastal
waterway. This area, especially the intracoastal waterway side, was
deserted and mostly hidden by large dunes. We had made love several
times in the dunes, but never quite in the fashion that I had in mind
for today.
We gathered up the usual blanket, drinks, food, and sunscreen.
I added a few things to my backpack which I hoped I could use later,
and we started driving down the beach for our day in the secluded dunes.
My wife was in her mid-thirties, and had the body of a twenty-year-old.
She was a natural blonde, with short hair and a pair of tits that were
her pride and joy. They were large, but not saggy, and had dollar-sized
aureolae that begged for attention. Her pussy hair was cropped short
for the skimpy thong bikini that barely concealed her pussy lips and
nipples. Her figure was slim, with a flat, firm belly, and long legs
that didn't quite come together where they met. They never quite fully
concealed her pussy, and her always-visible clit seemed to always peek
out from its tiny covering.
Arriving at the site, we parked on the side of the beach road and
walked the half-mile across the dunes to the water on the intracoastal
waterway side of the island. We hit the water and played for awhile,
and then ate lunch. After lunch, I began the real activities I had
in mind.
"Want to try something different?" I asked.
"Oh, and just how many ways can you screw differently on the beach?"
my wife asked, playfully.
"Well, we haven't tried beach bondage yet," I replied.
"Oh, no! Not out here in the open! Not in broad daylight!" she
replied. But I noted that the playful tone was still in her voice.
"Why not? I'll fix you so that I can release you in a hurry if
someone is coming. We can do it on the beach so I can see someone a
long way off. It'll be safer that screwing in the dunes where we could
be surprised at any moment because of our not being able to see past
the dunes." I sounded really convincing.
"Just where did you have in mind?"
"See that tree at the water's edge? That would be perfect. I can
see almost all the way to the road, and for at least a mile along the
beach in both directions. I'll tie you facing the water, so you can't
be seen from the road."
"Well, I guess I'll try it. But don't strip me! I don't want to
take any chances out here. You can play under the suit. You can't
fuck me standing up very well, anyway." She sounded very stern, but
I still detected the playful tone in her voice. We quickly packed up
everything in case we had to make a hasty retreats. Then I picked up
my backpack and we headed toward the tree.
The tree was an old scrub oak, and was about a foot in diameter.
There was sand all around the base. The closest branch was about eight
feet above the ground. It was a perfect post. I backed my wife up
to the tree, and placed her feet on either side of the trunk. I placed
a leather cuff on each ankle, and clipped a chain between her ankles
behind the tree. This would keep her knees apart. I then placed a
leather cuff on each wrist, and raised both arms above her head, chaining
them together in a similar fashion as her ankles. So, she was my captive,
with both arms over her head, chained together behind the tree, and
both ankles chained apart behind the tree. The position caused her
to arch her back, sticking her magnificent tits out as far as possible.
Then I produced the final accouterment. A blindfold!
"Oh, NO! No you don't! Not here! I want to see if someone comes!"
she protested.
"OH, YES! I'

BEACH BONDAGE
Chapter Two

We had the habit of getting up early and running about two miles down
the Gulf side of the beach and back just before dawn. The reason for
running so early was that we both were usually completely nude, and
the area was dotted with high-rise condominiums. Occasionally we would
see someone on a balcony of a high-rise, but never saw anyone on the
beach at that hour of the morning. I doubted whether anyone on a balcony
could tell we were nude in the dim light of breaking dawn. About a week
after our previous beach bondage scene, I had a new idea. Saturday
morning, we got up as usual for our morning run.
"Want to try something new again?" I asked.
"What did you have in mind THIS time?" she asked, again in that
playful tone of voice.
"Put your hands behind your back," I said.
I handcuffed her hands behind her, temporarily. After she was
helpless, I placed a blindfold on her.
"How am I supposed to see to run?" she asked.
"I'm not finished yet."
I placed a leather harness on her which formed a figure-8 around
her shoulders and across her breasts. The harness forced her nipples
up and out even more than their usual excited position. Then, I removed
the handcuffs and reattached her wrists to the harness high behind her
back.
The combination of the harness and the position of her arms made her tits
stand out magnificently. Then I attached a leash to the front of the
collar.
"Now I can guide you while we run, just like a pet."
I led her out the door onto the beach. She was very nervous because
she couldn't tell for sure whether or not someone was watching. I pulled
gently on the leash, and we began to run our usual two miles down the
beach
and back. On the way down, I noticed a young man, probably in his mid-
twenties as best I could tell in the light, standing on the fifth floor of
one
of the condominiums. I waved. He waved back, enthusiastically. Although
it was usually difficult to tell what was what in the dim light of early
dawn, I
felt it was obvious that my wife was bound and being led. On the way
back,
he had moved to the pool area of his condominium, and was overlooking the
beach. From this viewpoint, it was very obvious that we were nude and
that my wife was bound and blindfolded. I waved again, and he waved back.
I decided not to tell my wife about being seen.
Later in the day, I was strolling the beach, in a suit this time,
while my
wife was shopping. As I walked in front of the same condominium, I was
approached by a young man.
"Wasn't that you running with the lady this morning?" he asked.
"Yes. Did you enjoy the show?" I replied.
"Naturally! You are very lucky to have such an attractive lady who
enjoys showing off like that--VERY LUCKY, INDEED!"
"I appreciate your compliment. I know she would, if she were here,
and if she could overcome her embarrassment at having been seen! I
haven't
told her about you--at least not yet. But, I have an idea. She really
enjoys
surprises, especially surprises when bound and helpless. Would you be
interested in surprising my wife?"
"Just tell me what you want me to do."
"Well, let's establish some ground rules. First, she must never see
your
face or know your identity. Second, you must never point us out to others
or
divulge our secret if you ever want to play again. Third, any future play
must
be initiated by me, not by you. Fourth, if the play goes far enough,
condoms
are a requirement. "
"No problem on any count."
"Good. Now, here's the plan..."
The next day, my wife found herself again bound for the morning run.
This
time, however, I added a ball gag to her accoutrements. She protested,
but I
made sure that she could breathe well around the gag. It was more
symbolic than
functional. I gave her a red marble to drop as a "safe word" since the
gag made
verbal protests useless, whether real or pretended.
We left the condominium and began the run. As we passed the young
man's
condominium, he joined us in our run, but was behind us far enough that
his
footsteps were inaudible in the soft sand. He was nude except for a pouch
tied
around his waist which contained a condom just in case he had a need for
it.
We stopped just beyond the condominium. My wife mumbled something
into her
gag. I was sure she wanted to know why we were stopping. She was
obviously
very uncomfortable being bound nude and unable to see what was causing
this
unexpected turn of events.
"I feel you need additional training. Your running has been a bit
slack
recently, and I have added a little stimulation to the run this morning to
see
if you can't pick things up a bit," I said, watching her apprehension
increase.
I gently tugged on the leash, and we again began to run. The young
man ran
closer this time, and my wife heard his footsteps behind her. She looked
around
fretfully, as if she could see through the blindfold. Then she felt the
first
sting of the crop on her ass!
"Pick your feet up! Kick your heels!" she heard the strange voice
from behind 0command. She realized at that moment that it was
MALE!! She turned again, uselessly. The crop stung her ass again,
and again, and again. We reached the turn around point, and started back.

The entire way back her ass was stung repeatedly by the crop. He added
her tits
as targets as well. Occassionally, the tips of the crop snaked around
her abdomen, and up into her pussy from behind. She yelped silently into
her gag, but did not drop the marble.
"Arch your back as you run! Stick out your tits! Kick up your
heels! Faster!" he commanded, as he emphasized the commands with
repeated alternating blows to each tit and her ass. She ran faster,
kicking
her heels up and sticking out her tits as ordered.
As we reached the young man's condominium, we stopped in the
dim light of dawn. Our bodies were now slightly visible to anyone who
might be watching out a window or from a balcony. We didn't see anyone
obvious, but that meant little.
"You have trained well. You need a rubdown now," I said.
By this time, the young man had developed a massive erection. He
removed
a condom from his pouch and placed it on his erect cock. We sandwiched
her between us with the young man in front and me in back. She felt the
dual cocks at full attention, but she couldn't really tell who was who.
We began to gently stroke her stinging tits, abdomen, and ass, as well as
her pussy and clit. I gave the young man the privilege of having the
front so he could finally have his reward. My wife had been with a rare
other
man before, but never in a bondage situation. She suspected she was
about
to be semi-publically fucked by a stranger while helplessly bound, gagged,

and blindfolded. She was right. As we continued to stroke her most
intimate
parts, she soon was moaning, wet, and struggling for release. I nodded,
and
the young man entered her in one swift stroke and began pumping in and out

as my wife had her first shattering climax. As she went nearly limp, he
continued pumping, as I quickly entered her from behind. With both holes
filled to capacity, she renewed her sexual ectasy, and found the strength
to have two more shattering climaxes before it was all over. The young
man
disappeared into his condominium, and I led my wife back to our condo in
the full light of dawn. Fortunately, no one ever appeared on the beach.
My wife has asked several times who the second lover was, and I have
refused to tell her. However, as we pass the young man's condo on the
morning
run, I occasionally see him looking at us. Sometimes my wife is bound,
and
sometimes not. He and I have met on the beach on occasion, and I have
assurred him that it will be only a matter of time before he has another
chance
to surprise my wife.


The Redemption Ball


"I know I was wrong, but you know I can't afford to pay off
the judgment. What can I do to make amends and work again?"
"Chrissy, no one in town is willing to take a chance with
you again. NO ONE! You're a fine actress--a GREAT actress. But
you're simply too big a pain in the ass."
Mel Iberson was sitting across the huge office desk from
Chrissandra Melrose, known in the business as "Chrissy," one of
the biggest stars in Hollywood. A stunning blonde, she was
another Marilyn, but about twenty pounds lighter and with assets
like you wouldn't believe. She had been the brightest star on
the Hollywood sky, with seven roles to her credit, two of them
resulting in academy nominations. In the earlier days of her
career, she and Iberson had had a brief tryst, but it ended
quickly as she moved up the ladder of stardom, and no longer felt
she needed Iberson's casting couch. She soon revealed her true
colors. She was a consummate tease, and a real bitch, spelled in
all capital letters. The string of "perks" in her contracts was
growing exponentially, and her unpredictable behavior added up to
millions in cost overruns on every picture she had made. Her
last picture was with Iberson's studio. Halfway through the
shooting, Iberson and his studio had had enough. He sued--and
won fifty million dollars in damages from her. Both her career
and finances were ruined. No producer in Hollywood would give
her another chance. She was simply too risky and, for the
moment, was also a laughing stock. Now she was sitting in
Iberson's office with her attorney, Jason Roberts, in an attempt
to make amends. Iberson wasn't buying.
Her attitude was visible in what she wore. Iberson could
not help but notice that she wore a white cashmere sweater and no
bra. Her magnificent breasts filled the sweater nicely,
separating the knitted threads just enough to get a hint of pink
flesh and rosy nipples. Her skirt was about six inches below her
pussy, which Iberson knew was as blonde as the hair on her head.
She made no attempt to pull her skirt down as she sat, but her
legs were kept respectfully--no--denyingly--crossed.
"There must be SOMETHING I can do to change things!" Chrissy
wailed.
"You're too much of a control freak," said Iberson. "Until
you convince everyone that you can work within the bounds set by
the producer and director, and until you convince everyone that
you have some respect for others, you won't get a job. And,
incidentally, you owe me fifty million dollars."
"I can't pay. What do I do?" Chrissy held her head in her
hands, truly sobbing.
Mel looked at Chrissy's attorney. They looked at one
another knowingly, and Roberts winked at Iberson.
Mel, what about that new project I heard you were working
on?" said Roberts, slyly.
Chrissy looked up. "What new project? What is it?"
"It wouldn't be right for Chrissy," said Iberson. "It would
require her to do everything she won't do."
"Like what?" asked Chrissy, almost pleadingly.
"Well, it's a movie version of all three of the "Beauty"
stories by Anne Rice. It is about what happens after the prince
awakens Sleeping Beauty. Sort of a sequel to the fairy tale."
"It sounds great!" said Chrissy, exuberantly. What would I
have to do to star in it?!" she asked.
"I don't think you understand, Chrissy. The heroine is made
a sex slave by her new husband. She is led bound and naked
through the countryside, is screwed by more men than just her
husband, is publicly punished, and has to endure a host of
other indignities. It isn't your kind of movie."
"You're absolutely right!" said Chrissy, indignantly. She
quickly was reverting to her old attitudes. You know I don't do
nude scenes! And to be nude and bound--WELL--You're right. It
just isn't my kind of film!"
"Then I guess you and I have nothing further to discuss,
Chrissy," said Iberson, rising from his chair and offering his
hand in a farewell gesture.
There was a long silence in the room. Nobody said a word.
Both Roberts and Iberson stared at Chrissy. She quickly realized
what she had done.
"I did it again, didn't I?" Chrissy finally said.
"Yep, you did," said Iberson. "I know it isn't your kind of
film, Chrissy. But, on the other hand, if you did it, and did it
well, what better proof could you have that you had changed?"
"OK, I'll give it a try," said Chrissy.
"Not good enough, Chrissy. You have to decide now whether
you are committed to do this or not. We already have five
actresses who are excited about the part, and we are weeding the
list tomorrow. But if you pass the audition and still want it,
it's yours."
"What audition?"
"Well, we'll need some evidence that you're serious."
"What evidence!? I've told you I'll do it. Isn't that
enough?"
"No, frankly, it isn't. Before I invest millions in you
again, I need to know you won't back out a week into the
shooting."
"What do you want me to do?" she asked. Her hands were
clasped in her lap, her knees together, and her head was down.
Iberson had never seen her so submissive before. He and Roberts
winked at each other again.
"Every year there is an underground party given by most of
the Hollywood producers and their guests. Identities are
disguised so the guest of honor cannot recognize anyone in
particular. At this party, the wayward star is a guest of honor.
The star is given the opportunity to repent, and be re-admitted
back into the fold. The star's punishment is appropriate to the
offense he or she has committed on the Hollywood establishment.
I am in charge of the selection of the guest of honor this year.
We never have a shortage of potential candidates for the guest of
honor role, but I believe everyone would be most interested in
seeing you receive the honor this year. In order to get this
part, you must agree to be the guest of honor and be punished in
front of the other producers and their guests. We call it The
Redemption Ball."
"Just what will that entail?" Chrissy asked, still meek.
"Well, I won't tell you everything, but I will tell you
this. The part which you want requires public nudity, bondage,
and punishment and humiliation. You may consider this party the
audition for the part. You will be picked up by my limousine and
taken to the site of the party. You will be presented to the
assemblage for your punishment. Everyone producer in Hollywood,
and a few other people, will see how beautiful you truly are.
Before the night is over, they will also see how wonderful your
acting truly is--except you won't really be acting. You will be
punished and tormented. It will be a true test of your new
image, and whether you can do this part or not."
"I'll just ask you straight out. Will I be naked?"
"That is up to you. No one will touch you where you are
covered. Whether or not you are naked will be up to you."
"Will I be bound?"
"Yes, and occasionally gagged and blindfolded. It is
intended to be both an audition and a punishment. You may find
that you enjoy it, but that is really not the purpose of the
audition."
"Will there be sex?"
"I don't know what you mean Chrissy. Ask me directly what
you want to know."
Chrissy looked up, straight into Mel Iberson's eyes. "Will
I be tied up and fucked in front of everybody?"
"First, that would require nudity, and I've already told you
that that is largely your decision. However, would how
specifically I answered that make a difference in your decision,
Chrissy?" asked Iberson.
"I-I guess n-not," said Chrissy, her eyes again reverting to
their gaze at her lap. She never got an answer to the question.
Then she looked at Roberts and asked, "Is this legal?"
"No, but who's going to file a complaint? Who can prove any
of this? Are you being forced to comply with a condition? If
any of this gets out, will your debt no longer be owed? Will you
be able to work again by exposing every producer in Hollywood in
this redemption ceremony? Think about it, Chrissy. You've been
given a real opportunity here, unorthodox as it may be."
"I-I guess there is no other choice. I'll do it."
"Good," said Iberson. "The party will be two weeks from
tonight. My driver will pick you up in my limousine at 7:00 p.m.
sharp. You will wear nothing during the day that day. When you
dress for the party, you will wear only what you receive from me
the day before. Bring everything with you that you receive,
including the case containing the clothing. Any questions?"
asked Iberson.
"No, I guess not," said Chrissy, her eyes still diverted
downward. "I'll be there."
The day before the two weeks was up, a plain black suitcase
arrived at Chrissy's home delivered by Iberson's driver. On
opening the suitcase, Chrissy found a simple sleeveless black
dress and a pair of black pumps with 3" heels. In addition was a
black blindfold, a black ball gag, a pair of black fur-lined
handcuffs and key, a black leather collar, and a leash. The
collar was black leather, with a ring attached in both front and
back. Chrissy couldn't figure out the reason for the rear ring.
The front was obviously for the leash. The dress was cut on an
A-line motif, which meant that it would fit loosely. The wide
shoulder straps snapped to the front of the bodice, and a zipper
ran the entire length of the front of the dress. There was also
an ominous-looking douche and enema included. The instructions
accompanying the dress read as follows:

'Don't forget, Chrissy. Tomorrow, you are to wear
nothing all day. We don't want any red lines or clothing
marks on your body. You may put on the dress and heels no
earlier than 6:30 tomorrow night. Make sure your evening
toilette routine is completed before then, including the use
of the accompanying douche and enema bottles. Empty the
suitcase on the bed. Open the handcuffs and place the key
in the empty suitcase. Place the empty suitcase next to the
door and leave the door unlocked. Return to the bedroom and
put on the dress. After putting on the dress, put on the
collar and attach the leash to the front of the collar.
Place the open handcuffs in your lap. Put on the gag and
blindfold in that order. Finally, handcuff your hands
behind your back and wait for the driver to arrive to take
you to the Ball. I want you to get the feel of the role
early.'

Chrissy took out the dress and hung it in the closet. She
placed the suitcase in the closet until tomorrow, and headed for
the wine. She needed a drink.
The following day, Chrissy stayed in the house, nude, and
more than a bit apprehensive. Most of her day was filled with
the usual second-thoughts about what she was about to do. Try as
she might, she could think of no alternatives to going through
with Iberson's demands.
At 6:00 p.m., Chrissy used the douche and enema, showered,
and put on her usual make-up. A little after 6:30, she emptied
the contents of the suitcase on the bed and placed the empty
suitcase next to the front door, unlocking the door just before
returning to the bedroom. First, she donned the dress. It was
short, VERY short, just barely covering the cheeks of her ass.
The heels made her appear even more risqu . She sighed, and put
on the collar, attaching the leash to the front. Next, she put
the handcuffs in her lap, making sure they were opened wide, and
she put on the gag. The blindfold was next. The last item was
the handcuffs. She knew that if they went on, there would be no
recourse. She snapped the cuff shut on one wrist. Placing her
hands behind her back, she sighed, and felt the cuff tighten as
it snapped on her other wrist. Now she knew true helplessness.
She could only sit and wait in darkness for the driver to take
her to her fate.
It wasn't long before she heard the front door open. She
stiffened. Then she heard soft footsteps across the carpet in
the bedroom.
"Ms. Melrose, I presume. Come with me, madam." Chrissy
felt a gentle tug on her leash. She arose and followed the
voice, presumably that of the chauffeur. She was more than a
little embarrassed to be "handled" by a stranger dressed as she
was. Blindfolded, she couldn't tell if the skirt was covering
her pussy and ass or not. But regardless, she could do little
about it. Likewise, she couldn't tell if anyone saw her being
placed into the back seat of the car. The ride was rather long,
and the leather seats were cold against her bare ass. Chrissy
couldn't tell if the windows were tinted or not. She had no
choice but to let people look if she was visible. The
possibility of being seen in such a predicament would be little
embarrassment compared with what she knew she would experience
before the night was over!! Finally, the limo pulled into a
driveway and stopped. Chrissy was led into a house. When the
blindfold was finally removed, she found herself in an ornate
bedroom in front of Mel Iberson and a maid. She was still gagged
and bound.
"Good evening, Chrissy," said Iberson. "I assume you had a
pleasant journey. You have followed my instructions perfectly,
or so it would seem. But we must now make sure. Janie, please
remove Ms. Iberson's dress."
Janie moved toward Chrissy, who recoiled immediately.
"Now, Chrissy. Do you want to back out? Think of the
consequences!"
Iberson remembered full well the trim figure, the firm,
pointed breasts with their large, full areolae, the flat belly,
the wet pussy surrounded by a small tuft of blond hair, and the
trim, smooth legs. He remembered her legs did not quite meet at
the top, leaving her entire sex completely visible and available.
Her pussy lips always stayed partly parted, constantly revealing
her clit which, when excited, extruded from its covering hood to
be a quite prominently displayed feature! It had been a very
long time for Iberson, indeed. And she realized he remembered!
Chrissy regained her composure, and stood erect, legs slightly
apart.
Janie approached again and unzipped the zipper all the way
down. The dress parted, revealing Chrissy's rather pouty pussy
and clit. Next Janie unsnapped both shoulder straps, and the
dress fell to the floor. Chrissandra Melrose stood majestically
stark naked!! Iberson could tell that she was already excited,
whether her mind was ready to accept it or not. She could not
help but notice Iberson's licking his lips and staring rather
obviously at her charms. She blushed in shame and embarrassment.
"We need to rearrange your arms, dear. Janie, unlock her
wrists, please."
Janie unlocked Chrissy's wrists and removed the cuffs. She
"Please raise your arms, and place your wrists behind your
collar, ma'am," Janie requested politely, but unmistakenly
firmly.
Chrissy complied, and her wrists were reattached with
padlocks to the rear ring of her collar. Next, a short bar was
placed between her elbows and her neck, and was also attached to
the collar with a padlock by a small ring welded into the center
of the bar. The net effect was that Chrissy's arms were held
raised and well back, forcing her to keep her magnificent breasts
well out in front in a most prominent position, and available for
viewing or manipulation. She was well aware of the view she
presented!
"The new garment, please, Janie. You know how to arrange
it."
Janie placed a silk wisp of a dress around Chrissy. It was
strapless, covering her from the top of her breasts to halfway
between her pussy and knees. It was sort of a silk sarong, and
had a single tie at the top of the left side. She was open on
the left side, but otherwise appropriately covered.
"Remember, Janie, just one loop on the tie," said Iberson.
Janie nodded. Chrissy looked puzzled.
"I told you it would be your decision whether or not you
would be naked, but that you would not be presented to the guests
that way. You are covered. However, your "dress" has only one
loop in the side tie. You will be required to walk among the
guests. If you walk very carefully, it will stay tied. If not,
well, it may well come untied, and fall. The guests are not
allowed to touch you anywhere you are covered. However, anyone
and everyone is allowed to touch and fondle you in any manner he
or she sees fit where you are not covered. They may dance with
you or not, as they may desire. Portions of your uncovered body,
whatever they may be, are considered the public property of the
guests. If the dress falls, there will be no restrictions on
where or how or for how long any part of your body may be
fondled. Remember, your career is in their hands tonight, no pun
intended. Now you are ready to be presented to the guests. We
have kept them waiting long enough."
Chrissy now realized that it really wasn't any choice
whether or not she would eventually be nude in front of the
members and guests. She could only somewhat control how long it
would take to become that way! The intent was obvious. There
was no way the dress tie would hold for long if she moved at all.
And she had no choice whether or not to move among the members
and guests!! Chrissy shuddered and swallowed as hard as the gag
would allow as Iberson picked up the leash and gave her a gentle
tug toward the bedroom door. Chrissy followed, walking very
carefully. Janie stepped forward to hold the side tie closed as
Chrissy and Iberson stepped from the bedroom and went down a long
hallway toward an increasing murmur of the assemblage. Chrissy
was stopped short of a large door and turned around so she could
not see as Iberson opened it and reclosed it again. She heard
him address the guests as their murmuring quieted.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I hope you are all
enjoying yourselves this evening. As the chairman of the
selection committee, it gives me the greatest pleasure, as most
of you can imagine, to present our special guest for this year's
Redemption Ball. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the one and
only, Miss Chrissy Melrose!"
At the announcement, Chrissy was turned toward the door as
it opened, and was led into the room by Janie, still holding the
side tie intact. Janie handed the leash to Iberson, let go of
the side tie, and abruptly left, closing the door behind her.
The guests applauded. Chrissy tried to recognize everyone, but
they all had masks which completely covered their faces except
for their eyes. There were probably 150 members and guests in
the room! Everyone was in formal attire, tuxedos and ball gowns.
It looked like a Mardi-gras party.
"We shall begin with the evening's festivities. For the
first part of the entertainment, Miss Melrose will circulate
among you, as is the custom."
Iberson unhooked the leash, and gently pushed Chrissy out
into the floor among the guests. They parted slightly so Chrissy
could walk. As she walked around the room, she could feel the
tie slip slightly. She tried to walk carefully, but her high
heels made it difficult. Then, about halfway around the room,
someone touched her right arm, and slid his finger slowly down
into her armpit. It TICKLED!! She quickly squirmed away, the
tie loosening a bit more. Then someone stopped her, holding the
bar so she could not move. Someone else slid a finger across her
left armpit, and down her exposed left side across the side of
her breast and across the side of her ribs. Not being able to
move away from the finger, Chrissy reflexly squirmed even more,
loosening the tie further. She felt the "dress" begin to slip.
She was released and made to walk again. Within about five
steps, Chrissy felt the tie come undone. With her arms bound
high as they were, there was no defense. In one movement, the
dress fell in a flutter around her feet. With the exception of
her heels and bonds, Chrissy Iberson, the penitent star, was
totally naked before the assembled members and guests!!
Chrissy had no choice but to continue to walk. She was
mortified with shame as the guests applauded and cheered. She
heard numerous comments like, "Can't wait to dance with that!"
and "How'd you like to suck those!" Chrissy knew what was in
store for her, at least part of it. She swallowed again as much
as the gag would allow, and marched on.
The music started. For the first time, Chrissy noticed the
combo orchestra at the side of the room as it began to play. It
took only an instant for the first member to take her naked body
in his arms and begin to dance. Couples everywhere began to
dance, but most of the eyes, male and female alike, were on
Chrissy and her partner.
The purpose of the Ball was to embarrass and humiliate
Chrissy. The males obviously would derive some sexual pleasure
from her humiliation, and perhaps some of the females were
lesbian as well, or at least bi. But the primary purpose was to
see this haughty bitch brought to her knees. To this end, the
party was going very well, indeed. And for this reason, no
female guest would object to her husband's dancing and fondling
Chrissy. In fact, they would encourage and welcome their
contributing to her debasement.
Chrissy's first partner didn't waste any time in continuing
her humiliation. She felt his hands across her back, stroking
gently. She could feel his hardness against her right thigh.
Then his right hand groped her left breast, and pinched her
nipple. Chrissy attempted to draw back, but he held her fast
against him with his left hand behind her back. He leaned down
and began to suckle her left breast as his right hand continued
downward to nestle itself among her pubic curls. His finger slid
between her pussy lips and began to flick her clit, then moved on
to bury itself deeply into her moist vagina. It slid in and out,
back and forth across the rapidly swelling clit. Being able to
see that everyone was watching, Chrissy was dying of
embarrassment!! She could not help but respond to the rapidly
moving torment, and was soon gyrating her hips and breathing
rapidly around, and moaning softly into, her gag. Just as she
felt the swelling climax, she was abruptly passed on to another
partner.
This time, her partner's right hand tickled her left ribs
and breast unmercifully! Chrissy squirmed in an attempt to get
away, but to no avail. She was held fast, and had to endure the
bizarre torment.
The next partner again slid his right hand to her pussy, and
again the finger went into the vagina. But he didn't move
either. He held her fast with his finger buried to the hilt.
Then, to her mortification, she felt a finger on his left hand
move between her buttocks, tickling her asshole!!. This finger
moved on to wet itself in her vaginal juices before returning to
her ass. She felt it enter her puckered hole slowly and
maddeningly! He moved to the side, so that all the guests had an
unobstructed view of his right hand finger in her pussy and his
left hand finger in her ass. He continued to make her move
rhythmically to the music. Again, just as she felt a swelling
climax, the partner withdrew and left her to another.
This time, Chrissy felt her partner from behind. He was
NAKED!! In her embarrassment, Chrissy had not noticed that most
of the guests, male and female, had removed their clothing,
except for their masks!! She felt her partner's hard cock
between her buttocks as he fondled both breasts and moved down to
her pussy. He continued to have her "ride" his cock to the music
as he moved his hands from spreading her pussy wide and flicking
her clit, upward across her belly tickling her abdomen and ribs,
to fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples! He never
entered her ass with his cock, and she was soon passed on.
Her next partner was a woman!! Chrissy was no lesbian, and
had never made love to a woman--had never even considered it!!
But now she had no choice but to allow herself to be fondled by a
member of the same sex!! The woman kissed her breasts and moved
down to kiss her abdomen. She continued down as Chrissy reflexly
stepped back into the naked body of another man! He reached
around and held her fast by her breasts.
"Spread your legs, Chrissy, and continue to move to the
music!" he commanded, whispering into Chrissy's ear. Chrissy did
not spread her legs. "Spread 'em, or we'll spread them for you!"
he commanded once again, more forcefully!
Chrissy complied, feeling a renewed rush of embarrassment
fill her face and body. By now she felt all tits and clit. Her
inner pussy lips were very engorged, spreading her equally
swollen outer pussy lips and exposing her clit fully. Her clit
was standing at full erection, testing the limits of its
constraining hood to the maximum. Her inner pussy lips were also
parted because of their swollen condition, and the inner pink
lining of her vagina was clearly visible. Now all this was
available to the dancing tongue of her first woman lover!!
Although she was completely humiliated, Chrissy found the woman's
tongue to be talented, indeed. It wasn't long before Chrissy
felt the familiar swell of a climax, but again, she was denied
release by being passed on to a new partner.
This time it was a male again, from the front. He was
naked. Chrissy was made to ride his organ as they danced. He
did not enter her, but the friction against her engorged and
exposed clit drove her wild. She gyrated disgustingly and
unashamedly as he slid in and out against the nub. Again, she
was passed on before the release of a climax could be realized.
Chrissy was near the point of begging for release. She was
completely and overwhelmingly sexually excited!! She had lost
most of her inhibitions by now, as if she had a choice! But she
also trembled at the thought of climaxing in front of everyone.
She knew full well how she acted with complete abandon when she
had a hard climax, and realized how humiliating it would be to do
it while bound and on full display as she was! She also realized
that eventually she would be forced into a hard, humiliating
climax tonight, but it would be when they pleased, not when she
pleased!!
The dancing continued on for about an hour. Chrissy was
manhandled in every possible way by both men and women, except no
one entered her pussy or ass with sex organs. Fingers and
tongues, however, were plentiful. She was kept constantly on the
brink of climax, but never allowed to actually reach the
pinnacle. Then, the music abruptly stopped.
"Ladies and gentlemen! I believe Chrissy has received
enough pleasure for the evening. I suggest we move on to her
punishment," she heard Iberson say. Everyone clapped, and
Chrissy was removed to an adjoining room. Everyone followed.
The central point in the new room was a small stage, about
two feet high and only large enough to accommodate a strange
looking set of devices. There was a sort of small bench arranged
like a cross, with the center section rather wide and short
compared to the cross piece. About three feet out from the
center section stood two poles about three feet apart. The bench
was supported by a single post in the center, and a post at
either end of the crosspiece. The bench support post seemed to
have some adjustment device at its base which would allow it to
be moved closer or further away from the poles by about a foot
either way. Another device allowed the supporting posts to be
raised or lowered, and the center post also could be tilted front
to back. The cross was well padded and covered with a cloth
material. The poles were padded as well, covered in similar
material. There was a short piece above the center section as
well. It seemed to be attached to the cross piece by a hinge
device allowing it to be raised or lowered. There was one strap
on the headpiece and numerous straps on the cross piece. A
strange wire-looking device was attached by a swivel hinge to
either side of the headpiece.



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Resigned to her fate, Chrissy allowed herself to be led to
the device. She was held fast by two male members, and her
handcuffs were removed. She was placed on her back on the padded
bench, arms stretched wide apart on the cross piece. She found
that the center section came down only to just below her shoulder
blades, leaving her ass and lower back unsupported. She had to
bend her knees and plant her feet firmly on the floor in order to
relieve the pressure on her lower back. Chrissy's arms were
strapped at numerous points to the cross piece, but the most
ominous fixation was that her wrists were encircled with cuffs
and bound tightly to the ends of the crosspiece with a padlock.
She could not move her arms at all. Consequently, she could not
twist her body side to side much, either. A single strap was
placed across her forehead to keep her head fixed as well. Next,
Chrissy's legs were parted and strapped to the opposing upright
posts at the knee and ankle.
Some adjustments were now in order. The bench was lowered a
bit to make Chrissy's body slightly lower than her knees. Then a
crank was turned to cause Chrissy's body to be raised slightly
with respect to her arms. The entire bench was tilted slightly
so that Chrissy's head was slightly lower than her ass. This
increased the pressure on her back, causing her to have to keep
her ass raised slightly, but not as much as she could manage, at
all times.
There was no part of Chrissy that was not now on full
display to the assembly. Although she could not look down,
Chrissy was fully aware of the spectacle she presented! She knew
her pussy was gaping and dripping by now. She could feel the
stimulation of the cool room air on her protruding clit! Her
asshole was no better hidden! Her tits were taught by the
downward pull of her arms, and were standing at full attention
begging for torment. Her belly and ribs were equally taught and
available. Even the insides of her thighs and her asshole were
available and visible for the whims of the members. Chrissy had
never felt so humiliated and vulnerable--or terrified of what was
about to happen!
"Now, Chrissy, we are going to remove your gag and
blindfold. We want to be able to hear you scream. The
anticipation of what is to come as you see it will add to the
effect," she heard Iberson say. As promised, her gag and
blindfold were removed.
Finally, Chrissy's head was angled backward, causing her to
look at the wall behind her. However, she was not allowed
complete freedom of her mouth. The wire-looking device was
brought up from either side of the headpiece and adjusted so that
it held a bite block firmly fixed between Chrissy's teeth on
either side well back between her molars. The effect was that
Chrissy could open her mouth, but when she tried to close it, her
teeth would go no further than about an inch apart. Her lips and
tongue were unobstructed. Swallowing was difficult, and Chrissy
began to drool slightly.
Iberson continued, "Now, ladies and gentlemen. The Master
of the Punishment Ceremonies for the evening. When Chrissy began
to be a rather difficult star, she not only brought herself down,
she also brought down another promising and rising young star.
This young man got the blame for many of the ridiculous demands
of Miss Melrose, and, subsequently, suffered the consequences of
her demands which were not of his making. Therefore, I suggest
that he is the perfect Master of Punishment Ceremonies, and I
would also suggest that he be restored to the good graces of the
Hollywood establishment. I give you Ms. Iberson's former
husband, Ted t on the dress in which she came. Iberson and Richardson
entered the room.
"Well, Chrissy, the members have voted to give you another
chance, with two conditions."
Chrissy hung her head low. She was grateful for the chance,
but waited with some fear to hear the conditions.
"First, you will live with and become Ted Richardson's slave
in real life. Second, you will star in any movie I decide for
the next ten years. For this you will be handsomely paid. Your
attorney and I will work out the details. The first movie will
be the Beauty Series I mentioned earlier. The script will be
available at my office tomorrow. Needless to say, your fans will
have a completely new perspective on your talents after the movie
is released.
Chrissy knew she was hooked--on working--and on the role she
would be playing in real life from now on.




THE PAVILION
Part I

The large jumbo jet was lumbering along out of Miami over
Cuban airspace in the "corridor" allowed for commercial air
traffic bound for points south. This liner was on its way to
Montego Bay, Jamaica, the starting point for their dream
vacation.
Barry had totally surprised Penny with the announcement only
two weeks earlier, although he had obviously been planning the
trip for months. It was even more a surprise, because they had
been having a bit of difficulty after nearly a year of marriage.
The difficulty centered, as it often does, on marital differences
about sex. Penny had been raised in a traditionally conservative
southern family, while Barry had been raised in California by his
father, and was a bit more experimental in his desires. They
loved each other, and Penny had loosened up a lot over the past
year.
Barry now felt she was ready for the big experiment. He
knew she would never agree to it voluntarily, but their
experimentation in bed with light bondage had driven her crazy,
causing her to perform in ways he would never had imagined had
she not been totally in his control. However, she would
experiment only in the bedroom, and with Barry. She was not
interested even in any public displays of affection, much less
anything else. However, he knew she was capable of changing.
She just needed a little encouragement. He was about to provide
just that.
Penny came home to see some of her clothes laid out on the
bed. "What's going on?" she asked, suspiciously.
"We're going on a surprise trip--Jamaica, no less," Barry
replied, a wide smile creeping across his face. "We both have
vacation starting tomorrow, and I've made all the arrangements."
Penny was startled--pleasantly surprised, but nontheless
startled. She noticed quickly that he had laid out only short
skirts, thong swimsuits, brief tops, and no underwear.
"Haven't you forgotton to put out a few essentials?" she
asked.
"No, we won't be wearing anything but very casual clothes
there, even in the evening. I've heard about The Pavilion where
we're going. It's very laid back. No pressure on anyone, but no
rules, either."
"Well, OK, but where is my underwear?"
"The one condition of the trip is that you do not take
underwear. I want you naked under your clothes at all times.
There are two exceptions. I have included one black garter belt
and a pair of jet black thigh-high hose to go with one particular
outfit, and a black thong to go with another. You will not be
allowed any other underwear for the entire trip, including the
airplane ride. I have included three bikinis for the beach."
Penny was astonished. She couldn't believe her husband was
making such a condition on the trip. She started to protest, but
could see that he was very serious. She did want to go, so she
agreed--reluctantly.
"If that's the condition, OK. But why?"
"I want to know that you are vulnerable. That the only
thing preventing you from being naked is whatever is visible to
everyone. You will notice that everything I've laid out is
fairly revealing in keeping with the customs of The Pavilion.
You will fit right in there. It's what is expected. If you were
to run around fully dressed in normal street clothes and
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She was still very embarrassed as they entered the Grand
Arena for dinner. She felt all eyes were on her and the
revealing attire. Indeed they were, but not for the reason she
imagined. However, she quickly realized that all the other women
were dressed in an equally revealing manner, or more so, and
quickly put her feelings of uniqueness aside.
Penny noticed that tables seated six, and were placed so
that they encircled the sunken dance floor on three sides. The
elevated stage was on the fourth side, near the pool. They were
seated at a table one step above the dance floor, in the center
directly across from the stage. It was undoubtedly the best seat
in the house for the evening's entertainment. Although Penny
didn't think about it, it was also the table best suited for the
center of attention in the Arena. Penny noticed that, instead of
a curtain in place which could be drawn across the stage, the
entire dance floor was circled by a high rod, and curtains were
folded back at the sides of the stage which could be drawn around
the entire dance floor. She thought this odd, but dismissed it
is unimportant.
They were soon joined by two other couples. Jim and Nancy
were from Atlanta. He was an accountant, and she was a buyer for
a department store. Greg and Eve were from Boston. He was a
physician, and she was a nurse. Nancy wore a simple
semi-transparent
pareo--a one-piece 5ft by 5ft piece of cloth tied
just above the breasts. When Nancy walked or sat, the pareo
opened all the way down revealing the inside swells of her
breasts all the way down to the very brief g-string covering her
pussy. Eve wore a sleeveless t-shirt with very large armholes
and a pair of short-shorts that revealed the tops of her thighs.
When she moved her arms, her breasts were totally visible through
the armholes to anyone watching.
The dinner was served buffet-style, so Barry and Penny had
to get up and down several times, and stand in line. Penny felt
the stares of the strange men through her nearly totally-
revealing attire. Embarrassed, she also felt a swelling
excitement which she was not quite ready to admit even to
herself. The three couples seemed to hit it off from the start,
and were like old friends before dinner was finished. Penny
thought there would be a show after dinner, but Greg said that
there was never a show on Saturday night.
"Tomorrow night will be another story, however," Greg
volunteered. Penny had no idea what he really meant.
Nearly everyone else had gone, and, without realizing it,
the three couples were nearly the only ones left in the Grand
Arena. It was nearing midnight.
"I hear the main pool becomes nude at midnight," Barry said,
almost in disbelief.
"Yes," said Nancy. "Anyone interested? I'm about to die of
heat stroke."
"I don't know," Penny started--Barry interupted.
"YES! I'm sweltering too. It's nearly midnight now-I don't
think we even need to go back to the room. Let's get in!"
The idea seemed to be catching on. The other two couples
jumped up and started toward the pool. Penny was reluctant.
"Remember our agreement?" Barry reminded her.
"Yes, but I didn't think I'd have to 'jump in' so quickly,"
"Now or never. You really don't have much choice. If I
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Greg and Jim were on Penny in a flash. Greg held her arms
with one powerful arm and clamped her mouth with the other so she
could not scream. Jim grabbed her legs, and suddenly, she found
herself being carried helplessly up and behind the stage. She
struggled and tried to call for Barry, but she found that Greg
and Jim had accomplished their task remarkably well.
Now behind the curtain, Penny saw a strange device. It
was a verticle circular tubular device welded at about a 20
angle to two padded bolsters which ran perpendicular to the
circle from front to back. Two bars ran horizontally across the
circle. One was about neck high, the other was padded and placed
at the level of the small of the back. A gag was quickly placed
in Penny's mouth and she was seated on the bolsters. Her legs
were spread widely apart by the bolsters, and her feet were drawn
back and up and tied securely at the ankles. Her skirt was
pulled from under her so that her naked legs sat directly on the
bolsters. Her thighs were bound to the bolsters so she could not
lift herself up except at the hips. Still struggling and
gurgling through her gag, her eyes widened in disbelief as she
was bent backwards across the lower horizontal bar, her arms
raised, and her elbows tied widely apart to the cross-piece at
the level of her neck. Her arms were bent, and her wrists were
secured to the same bar behind her head. Her gag was locked to
the bar as well, preventing her from lowering her head.
The resultant position in which she found herself was
seated, slightly reclining, in a bit of a backward bowstring
position, with her arms and legs spread wide. Her tits were
thrust forward, and she was unable to talk or scream. The
reality of her situation was only beginning to sink in, and
humiliation, embarrassment, and sheer terror all welled within
her at once. Thankfully, her short skirt, even though it had
ridden up her thighs because of the wide spread of her legs, hung
down slightly between her legs and still covered her pussy. She
was sure she was gaping wide open. She found the thought
unbearably humiliating, and she quickly put it out of her mind.
She frantically looked for Barry, but to no avail. She could not
imagine what they had in store for her, but she really didn't
want to imagine. She was sure she wouldn't like it. Slowly she
realized she had been set up. The trip, the couples, the whole
scene was carefully planned. It had to be Barry. But where was
he!? She wanted an explanation! And wanted it NOW! Then she
remembered--she really couldn't DEMAND much of anything. Terror
rapidly replaced anger again.
The device on which Penny was seated was on wheels which
could be locked and unlocked. They were unlocked, and Penny was
wheeled, bound and spread, down a ramp off the stage and onto the
encurtained dance floor. She heard the voice of the club manager
once again.
"Preparations are complete. It is time to begin the
evening's entertainment--the commencement ceremonies. As you all
know, each commencement ceremony is different, and totally at the
discretion of the new initiate's master. No one except him has
any idea of what you will witness tonight. But we require that
it fits the temperament and fears of the individual slave
initiate. Whatever she fears, whatever she hates most, are those
things which she must learn to overcome, or at least tolerate, if
she is to be an acceptable slave member of the club. As a
reminder to the others, after the ceremonies tonight, everyone
will revert to the role of master/slave for the remainder of the
week. The Hall of Corrections will open immediately following
the show! And now, let us begin!"

Penny stared in disbelief as the curtain slowly opened,
revealing her bound and gagged position to the audience. The
spotlight shined on her, fully illuminating every aspect of her
magnificent, but still clothed body. It showed the terror and
shock in her eyes. Her mumblings and gurgles could be heard
through the gag. She struggled uselessly in her bonds as she
tried desparately to free a hand, an ankle, her head--ANYTHING to
regain some measure of her own control. But it was useless. The
club manager walked over to her.
"This is Penny, our new initiate. Like most of you in the
past, she was totally unaware of her purpose here this week.
She, like us, is likewise totally unaware of what is to be done
to her tonight, or during the following week. But she, and we,
will know shortly. She will exeprience it. We will watch, and
possible even PARTICIPATE!"
This unnerved Penny even more. What did he mean--
participate. To be on the nude beach was one thing. To be clad
in sexy, revealing clothes was different. Now she had no choice
but to endure--but what--who?
"Now it is time to introduce Penny's master---her husband,
Barry!"
Everyone except Penny applauded. Penny sighed a sigh of
relief. Barry. Now she felt secure. He wouldn't put her
through anything truly embarrassing or degrading, WOULD HE?!
But when she saw Barry, she felt her recent terror return.
Barry was naked except for a black leather g-string, leather
boots, gloves, and a mask covering his upper head and eyes except
for eyeholes.
"I am Master Barry. I am this slave's Master. She is a
true novice, and in our usual life she dictates what she will and
will not do for me. That must change. I know no way to overcome
these petty insecurities within a reasonable time in the outside
world. So, I brought her here to train her to serve my
pleasures. In that way, I can best show her the full potential
of her own pleasure potential. She will resist, and resent, but
only for a short while. I will allow many of you to assist me
throughout the week. Many of you already have your assignments,
and you should feel free to carry them out at your discretion,
but only within the limits specified."
Barry turned to Penny. "From this night forward, you are my
slave. You will wear the purple collar of the slave in training.

Other slaves always wear the green collar." Barry placed a
purple collar on Penny's neck. It had two solid rings attached,
one in front and one in back, and was fastened in back with a
padlock. Only the club manager had the key. Barry continued,
"If you do well, you will be awarded the green collar at the end
of the week of training. But now, we must begin. For your
ceremony, you shall endure the sequence of torment, pain, and
pleasure in any order I decide is fitting. You will never know
what to expect next. You will be punished for your past
infractions against me and to allow you to know what you will
receive if the infractions continue. You shall receive pleasure
because it pleases me and because I love you, in spite of what
you may think at this moment. As the first step in your
training, you must endure torment. First, you will be tormented
by being stripped naked in front of this audience to receive
further training."
Penny's struggles took on a new level of effort.
She
couldn't believe he would actually strip her naked in front of
all these people. And in such a revealing, lewd, vulgar
position!
"NOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she
gurgled into her gag. Her mind screamed in revulsion, but she
felt him slowly begin to unbutton her skirt as he continued to
talk to her and the audience at the same time.
Barry continued, "I am going to undo all the fasteners on
your clothing, and will strip you very slowly. I want you to
feel the humiliation of gradually increasing nakedness and
helplessness."
Penny felt him slowly unbuttoning the left side of her
skirt, then the right, until it was basically two pieces of cloth
hanging loosely, but still covering her. Then she felt the hot
breeze of the evening as the bottom piece of skirt fell to the
floor beneath her, revealing her ass to anyone behind her. Not
being able to move her head, she did not know who was back there,
but assumed Greg and Jim (if that was their true names) were
still there. Barry slowly undid the sides of her top, and
carefully undid the shoulder ties, allowing the back of the top
to fall away. Penny was now totally nude in the back! Her semi-
reclining position prevented her skirt and top from falling away
from her front.
"You are now now prepared to greet your audience with your
naked body. Your position allows your most intimate parts to be
on full display. You have no choice but to endure this
humiliation. It is part of your training. Now I shall slowly
display your body!"

Barry gradually lowered the shoulder straps until the tops
of her breasts were exposed, then began to raise the bottom of
the blouse. Penny could only mew into her gag and stare in
disbelief as her breasts were increasingly exposed to the leering
eyes of the audience! At last, her breasts were covered only by
a thin roll of blouse across her nipples. Penny was breathing
hard. Barry swept away the blouse in one final motion, and
Penny's magnificent breasts were on full display! The audience
roared and clapped its approval! Before she could fully
comprehend her humiliation, she felt Barry lowering the waist of
her skirt front. He slowly and teasingly rolled it down to the
level of a bikini line, and began to fold the sides inward toward
her crotch. Penny was very still now, fearing any sudden motion
would cause the skirt front to fall away, leaving her naked pussy
gaping before the myriad of eyes. Barry folded her skirt front
so that it covered only her only as a bikini bottom would, with a
trailing piece of cloth hanging down between her legs. The
thickness of the wad of cloth clung tenuously to her pussy. The
added weight of the trailing, hanging piece made its continued
covering more tenuous. Only her semi-reclining position kept it
from sliding to the floor.
"I will not strip you further, my lover. You will be
responsible for exposing your pussy," Barry announced.
Penny continued to lie very still, slowing her breathing,
and able to only stare down at her near-nudity. Barry bent over
and began to lick and suck her left nipple as the fingers of his
left hand began a lazy pattern of light circles around the
outside of her right breast. The double sensation of sucking and
tickling was suddenly maddening, and Penny began to squirm
uncontrollably, inspite of her best efforts. With the first
wiggle, the neatly folded skirt began to slide off Penny's gaping
pussy. Penny felt the piece of cloth giving way, and tried
desparately to lie still. The skirt continued its path to the
floor, and she suddenly felt the cool breeze hit her exposed
cunt!
Suddenly Barry stopped his maddening torture, and Penny
became fully aware that she was naked before her audience, except
for stockings, heels, and garter belt! She was not only naked,
she was totally displayed! Her legs, spread and tied wide as
they were, opened and totally exposed her pussy. The position of
her arms accented her magnificent tits! Although she could not
bend her neck, she could look down with her eyes and see the
position in which she was presented to the audience. She looked
down past her thrust, taught breasts with their large, pink
areolae and nipples, down across her flat belly, toward a golden
triangle of pussy hair. Although she could not see past the
pussy hair, she was aware of the view the audience had between
her legs! She struggled to close her legs, lower her hands. All
she could do was raise her hips, which only displayed her gaping
cunt more brazenly, framed by the garter belt and stocking tops,
to the lustful gaze of the audience. But even this scant amount
of covering, sensual as it was, was to be denied her. Slowly,
Barry undid the garter snaps, rolled down her hose, removed her
heels, and Penny was totally nude, gorgeous in her crushing
indignity.

But her indignity was only beginning! Barry slowly began
running his hands over her body lightly as he continued to talk
to the audience. "You will notice her light, flawless skin. Her
rather ample breasts. Her pink and brown areolae, and how they
stand out pertly, even though her breasts are somewhat flattened.

Her flat abdomen. Her smooth, slim, tapered legs and ankles.
And her pussy, her pussy. I can't describe the delights it
gives me. Notice how pink is is, and how her inner lips protrude
slightly from her outer ones! Notice how it gapes apart ever so
slightly when her legs are apart as they are now. Notice how her
clit peeks out just slightly from its hood. It sticks out even
more when it's swollen from excitement." Barry slowly slid his
finger up and down her moist slit, brushing gently across her
clit as his finger taunted her. He slowly flicked it in and out
of her cunt as it moved up and down--in and out her cunt, up and
across her clit, back down, in and out her cunt again, and
quickly down and up grazing across her budding asshole, toward
her cunt again.
Although she was totally mortified at being exposed and
manipulated, she felt the wantoness growing in her loins. As he
toyed with her, she tried frantically to either increase the
pressure or escape. She could do nothing but mew meaningless
sounds into her gag. The show she was presenting was meeting
everyone's expectations! Release would be total humiliation.
She both HOPED he would let her come, and DREADED whether he
would.
But release was far away in Barry's mind. He abruptly
stopped his manipulations, and continued to address his audience.

"But slaves must be naked for training! She is not quite
naked!"
Penny could not imagine how she could be more naked!
"The most important part of the female slave is still
partially covered from view! She must be stripped of her pussy
hair so her cunt is totally visible and available. As all of you
know, it also increases the sensitivity of the area!"
Penny struggled anew! To be shaved! In public! But she
knew just has he had actually stripped and fingered her in
public, he would shave her!

Barry walked over to a table and brought back a pair of
scissors with which he proceeded to begin trimming her bush. He
snipped the long hair everywhere. He then brought out a roll of
adhesive tape and tore off three strips about a foot long each.
Penny watched in horror as he applied the three strips from her
lower belly down across her pussy to her ass. She could only
await the pain of their removal. Suddenly, Barry grabbed the
tail of the right strip and yanked it off, pulling the excess cut
hair away, as well as several strands of hair not yet cut. Penny
yelled uncontrollably in her mind, but only mewing sounds escaped
her gag. Her eyes widened, and her head shook from side to side,
as Barry slowly reached for the left strip. This time, he
removed it slowly, each inch bringing slow agony to Penny's
pussy. She could do nothing but watch in horror as his fingers
grasped the center strip. He quickly pulled it up from the
bottom to the clit and stopped. Penny was allowed to recover
temporarily from the pain before he reached up and pulled the top
part down quickly to the clit, and stopped again. Finally, he
slowly teased the tape off the clit, bringing another bout of
prolonged agony to Penny's pussy. Stubble still remained, but
Penny's cunt was still covered with copious amounts of blonde
hair.
"The shaving couldn't be this bad," she thought, tears in
her eyes. She was wrong!
"Shaving is temporary. We need something a bit more
permanent, like a wax depilitorizing!" Barry announced to the
onlookers, triumphantly!
Barry went over to the table and brought back a large, black
candle. He lit it in front of a now wide-eyed and struggling
Penny. "I think you should get a taste of how hot wax feels
before we set to depilitorizing your pussy."
He held the candle about two feet above Pennys left breast
and slowly tipped the candle over. Three drops of hot wax hit
Penny's left nipple. Her struggles and mews took on a much more
urgent character, but were equally useless. Barry proceeded to
her right nipple, covered both nipples completely, and proceeded
directly to the top of her pussy hair. Although the pain of each
drop was only momentary, Barry's timing was such that, as one
drop's pain reached peak and began to subside, he made another
hit a bit lower. Penny's screams continued incessantly through
the gag.
Barry stopped the waxing, and started sliding his finger up
and down her slit once again. Penny began to moan in spite of
her fear. Just as she began to near climax, he tipped the candle
over her pussy hair and began to cover it solidly in hot wax.
Penny bucked her hips anew in pain and revulsion. Hot wax went
everywhere except over her clit and into her pussy hole itself.
Finally, her entire pussy and each nipple was covered with black
wax. Her contrastingly pink clit was erect and unshielded, and
her inner pussy lips were swollen and stiff. Her love hole was
gaping and wet. She knew what she had endured was nothing
compared with what was to follow.
Barry spoke. "Now the wax must be removed to accomplish the
depilitorizing. The process must be done slowly and with great
deliberation. I will start with the nipples, and proceed
downward."
Barry slowly peeled off the wax covering both nipples.
In addition to the dry wax sticking to the nipples, Penny had
just enough hair surrounding each nipple that it was like she
could feel each one being jerked out by its roots. Penny
uselessly tried to avoid the tearing wax by shaking her breasts
from side to side. All she accomplished was to give the audience
a great show!
Barry then proceeded to Penny's cunt. The pain was more
terrible than Penny could have ever imagined! As Barry slowly
teased the wax down her pussy, she could again feel the thousands
of hairs being torn screaming from their sockets. Penny tried to
break her bonds, to move her head, to shake from side to side, to
close her legs, all uselessly. If the screams of the hairs could
have been heard, they would have been louder than those Penny
could get past the gag. She could hump her pussy up and down a
bit in a vain attempt to get away from Barry's burning fingers,
but, again, all she accomplished was to give the audience an even
better view of her tortured pussy.
All Penny could do was watch Barry's torturing hands peel
the wax slowly down toward her gaping cunt, ripping each hair as
he went. She had no choice but to endure. Although her mind was
a fog of pain, she became increasingly aware of a tingling in her
clit, and of her pussy juices flowing copiously. She was totally
revulsed and humiliated!
Barry finally finished. He waited for Penny to catch her
breath and recover a bit, then brought out a bottle.
"After the 'shave,' we need 'aftershave!' He poured the
sweet-smelling liquid over Penny's tits and pussy! It took a
second or two for the full impact of the alcohol to hit Penny's
senses! But it built quickly, caused her to struggle with a new
fierceness, mew with a new determination, and was quickly gone.
Penny looked down. Her nipples were sticking out triumphantly,
and, although she could not see her pussy lips, she could see no
pussy hair. She looked completely bald! However, Barry knew
that there were still a few hairs between her cunt and asshole,
and around her asshold. These would remain for another session.

"I now present your properly prepared slave initiate for the
week, Penny!" The audience roared its approval. Barry released
Penny from the device, crossed her hands and handcuffed them
behind her, and attached a leash to the purple collar locked on
her neck. He led her over to the table where they had been
seated earlier in the evening. The table now had two center
bolsters placed parallel with one another about two feet apart,
and had straps attached at each end. The tops of the bolsters
were depressed. Penny was instructed to kneel with each lower
leg in each bolster. She was strapped to the bolsters at the
ankle and knee. The right wrist was clamped to the left ankle,
and vice-versa. The bolsters were attached to the table so they
would not slide. The position caused Penny to sit well back and
stick out her chest. With her legs two feet apart and a good
eight inches off the table, the position also offerred her bald
pussy for inspection and fondling.
"Each night," Barry continued, "you will be fed early, and
be led here to be the centerpiece during dinner. You will be
blindfolded and gagged during this period so you cannot see what
is about to happen to you, who is causing it to happen, nor
protest the acts which you must endure. Your body will be
available to all the members during this time for pleasure as
they see fit, but they may not move you from that position or
remove your gag or blindfold. Following dinner, you will
continue to be the evening's entertainment. In this manner, the
members can follow your progress during the initiation period."

The club manager then announced that the "official"
entertainment was over for the evening. Penny shuddered at the
word "official," but didn't know just why. The members left, and
Penny was alone in the pavilion with Barry. She was furious, and
tried to express her feelings. She could only mew through her
gag. Barry released her from the bolsters, but kept her hands
handcuffed behind her back. He removed her blindfold so she
could see where she was to go. When she tried to kick him, he
handcuffed her ankles with a 1' chain between them, causing her
to have to hobble. He led her by her leash, gagged, naked,
barefoot, and bound, down the sidewalk, through the compound in
the dark, and back to the door of their room.

---------------------------To be continued in Part IV


THE PAVILION
Part IV

There were a series of support columns spaced about six feet
apart along the front of the rooms. These supported the second
floor balconies and walkways. They were about six feet away from
the wall, and the concrete deck on which they rested extended
about three feet beyond the columns. They had obviously been
used for other purposes, because they had eyebolts spaced every
foot or so from top to bottom on the sides of each post. Still
bound, gagged, and blindfolded, Barry released the ankle chains,
and fixed her ankles apart to each column with a clip and short
chain in front of their room. Her hands were similarly fixed up
and out, so that she was in a stretched "X". Then Barry brought
out a new toy. It was a pole fixed to a wide base. Atop the
pole was what appeared to be a man's cock, a HUGE man's cock! It
was mounted on a ball-and-socket arrangement that appeared to
allow the device to swivel when loosened, and there was a type of
switch on the base. When straight up, the tip of the cock was
about halfway between Penny's pussy and her navel. She shuddered
at the thought of its being up between her legs.
"You will spend tonight here. You will be available to
anyone who comes along for whatever they wish to do to you. You
will not be marked, but you will be given pleasure and pain. You
may scream as loudly as you need through the gag. Don't be
concerned. You won't disturb my sleep. If you are alone, you
may try to sleep. I will see you in the morning for breakfast.
Oh, if you need relief, try snuggling up to this." Barry
loosened the swivel and tilted the cock to a 45 angle away from
Penny and moved the entire assembly closer, about four inches
from Penny's cleft. He switched on the vibrating cock, and
abruptly went inside and locked the door, leaving Penny very
alone and in the dark!

Penny looked around, but could see nothing through the
blackness that enfolded her. As she stood there, mute, she
began to notice a few insects buzzing around, would feel the
small sting of an occasional mosquito, and would try to wriggle
off the feel of a crawling bug here and there--just enough to be
constantly irritating. The vibrating cock was within inches of
her spread labia and still-swollen clit. She strained her hips
forward in an attempt to gain some gratification of the
increasing need swelling between her legs. She could just touch
the side of the vibrating cock with the tip of her swollen clit,
but could not get enough pressure to be truly satisfying, only
more maddening.
Suddenly, Penny heard a slight sound behind her, but could
see nothing. She jumped as she felt the warm hand palming her
pussy, the middle finger pressing against her clit. Then it was
gone. She saw a form beside her--she could see the form of a
MAN! She could not see his face or other details, but she knew
he was naked when he went back behind her and brushed his cock up
the crack of her ass. It felt as huge as the vibrating cock on
the pole in front of her! Then she became aware of her
predicament! NAKED! BOUND SPREAD! GAGGED! TOTALLY EXPOSED!
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The knock on the door awakened Penny with a start. She was
still groggy from the previous night's activities. As she started
to rise, she realized her hands were cuffed together and to also
cuffed to the bed head. She also realized that she was still
stark naked. Barry started for the door.
"NO, DAMMIT!" screamed Penny. "Last night was enough!
Don't you dare let anyone else see me like this. Untie me and
let me get dressed before you let anyone in!!"
"Sorry, darlin'," said Barry calmly, almost coolly. "You
still just don't get it, do you. You don't have a choice. Your
training will continue all week. You'll notice you still have
on the purple collar of a slave in training." Barry opened the
door.
Penny curled up to cover as much of herself as she could,
dying of embarrassment. It was Eve, the nurse. She had a tray
of food for Penny. Well, at least it was a woman. Penny
wondered what time it was and glanced at Barry's watch on the
nightstand--5 o'clock. Penny was surprised that she'd slept all
day.
"Hello, Penny," said Eve gleefully. Penny noted she wore a
green collar this time--the collar of a trained slave. Eve was
dressed in black high heels and a black strapless minidress. The
dress was slightly transparent on top, and the outline of Eve's
nipples were just visible through the thin material. It was cut
very low, which exposed her breasts almost to the nipples. The
skirt was opaque, but was made of strips of cloth about two
inches wide. The short skirt barely covered the bottom of her
asscheeks. She obviously wore nothing underneath! If Eve sat or
bent over, her cunt would be revealed to anyone who cared to
look! Even as she walked normally, the strips of cloth parted
slightly to reveal glimpses of thigh, ass, and even an occasional
glimpse of pubic hair. Eve put the tray down on the table. "I
hope you are feeling well. You have a show to do tonight. I
can't tell you how we enjoy these weeks. You will, too, after
you learn to appreciate your role."
"No way! You are all sick! I can't wait to get out of
here," retorted Penny.
"I felt the same way my second day of training. That was
about six years ago. It has opened a whole new world of
excitement for our marriage. For instance, my dress is the
uniform for all slaves. It is exciting to dress so the Masters
can catch glimpses of your tits and pussy. We are never allowed
to hide them completely. It keeps their attention. You'll see."
Barry unlocked Penny's handcuffs from the bed head and led
her toward the table. Suddenly, Penny tore her handcuffs from
his grasp and bolted for the door. Eve responded quickly. She
tripped Penny and Barry picked her up from the floor. Penny
lashed out with her feet, trying to kick him in the balls. Barry
threw her to the ground, quickly turned her over on her stomach,
sat on her back facing her feet, and put on the ankle cuffs and
hobble she had worn the night before.
"There, that should hold you. You now have two infractions
for which you must be punished. Remember, you tried to kick me
last night, too. Of course, your punishments will be in addition
to your normal training exercises. Keep it up. Everyone looks
forward to slave punishments...even most of the slaves." With
that, Eve abruptly turned and left, closing the door behind her.
Penny sat and ate--silently for a change. She knew she was
beaten--for now.
Barry allowed her to do her bathroom chores without
handcuffs, but the hobble remained. When Penny came out, she
found that Barry had placed a pair of black high heels and a
pareo on the bed. He motioned for her to put these on. Penny
knew she would be allowed nothing more for the evening. She was
thankful to be covered at all! Penny put on the pareo. There
was a velcro strip at the top of the left side. When the dress
parted as she walked, all that could be seen was a glimpse of leg
and side. Barry attached the handcuffs to the ring in the back
of her collar, drew her hands up behind her back, and cuffed them
in a crossed position. This forced her breasts out firmly.
Penny was very uncomfortable and felt very vulnerable and
helpless in this position.
"You remember that I said you would be blindfolded and
gagged each time you would be presented in the Grand Arena. Now
is the time." Barry placed a hood over Penny's head. There were
nose cut-outs for breathing, but Penny hated to have her head
confined in even a hairnet! But she didn't resist. She endured.
Barry checked the blindfold portion of the hood to make sure the
eye covers were snapped in place correctly to totally cover her
eyes. "Open wide." Barry had a penis gag in his hand. It was
about two inches wide and two inches long, with a wide base to
cover her mouth snugly. Penny knew it was useless to resist, and
opened her mouth. Barry snapped the gag in place and secured it
with a cord tied behind Penny's neck. Penny felt she was all
tits and cunt under the pareo. She also noticed that she felt
her clit swelling, and a tell-tale trickle of cunt juice stream
down her leg.
Unknown to Penny, the last half inch of the velcro strip
holding her pareo had been reversed, and would not close. Barry
smiled to himself as he attached a long cord with a velcro strip
at the end to the end of the velcro strip holding Penny's pareo
together. Penny was unaware of what he was doing.
"Purely diabolical," thought Barry.
Finally, he attached the leash to the ring in the front of
her collar. "Show time!" announced Barry, and, picking up both
the cord attached to the velcro and Penny's leash, led a blind,
gagged, and very reluctant slave in training as she hobbled out
the door to the waiting dinner audience.
"MMmmmmmpppphhhhh!" was all Penny could get out of her gag,
as she tried to get Barry to slow down. She couldn't see where
she was going, and was afraid she would fall. But Barry was
careful to guide her over rough spots and down steps. He didn't
want her hurt--at least not in an uncontrolled manner.

Meal time had just begun, and people were roaming
everywhere--up at the buffet line, eating, and just talking. As
they entered the Grand Arena, Barry noticed all the slaves were
dressed just as Eve had been. He soon spotted Jim and Nancy.
Greg and Eve were at the same table.
Penny didn't really know what was in store for her, but she
remembered something about "on display for the meal." Barry led
her straight for a table bathed in light in the center of the
sunken dance floor. As Barry guided her down the steps through
the tables toward what she guessed to be the dance floor, Penny
noticed the noise in the Grand Arena turned to applause and
cheers. She felt that all eyes suddenly were on her. As they
neared the edge of the dance floor, Penny began to pull back, but
was no match for Barry's insistent tugging on her collar.
As they stepped onto the dance floor, Barry suddenly yanked
on the string, and Penny felt the sudden shock of the pareo
ripping completely open, held only by Penny's arms against her
back! The Grand Arena suddenly became quiet except for gasps of
astonishment. The sudden quiet quickly turned to even louder
cheers of approval. As Penny felt the cool air against her
exposed tits and pussy, she quickly realized the scene she
presented. She instinctively tried to curl over a little and
turn away from the audience, but Barry continued to pull her
toward center of the room. As she followed and resisted, she
stepped on the pareo, pulling it away from her back. It floated
to the floor and Penny was once again cruelly displayed to an
audience--helpless, totally naked, and fully visible from both
front and rear.
Barry turned around to make sure she was following without
any problems. The gasps of the audience at her sudden nudity
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THEN IT ALL STOPPED!! AGAIN PENNY WAS DENIED RELEASE!!
As quickly as it went in, Penny felt her ass bugger coming out.
She felt her sphincter widen again to accommodate the shaft as
Barry s-l-o-w-l-y pulled it from her bowels. Penny thought she
had a mini-orgasm as the bugger extruded. She had never been
ass-fucked before, not even with a finger. She had hated the
thought, and refused Barry's suggestions in that department. One
of many things she had refused, as she recalled. At this point,
she was wondering if perhaps she should re-evaluate MANY of her
past refusals. As her sexual excitement waned, her asscheeks
began to hurt again.
As the audience applauded and cheered their approval of her
performance, Penny was released from the sawhorse. Her hands
were re-cuffed behind her collar, her hobbles were replaced, and
her hood was removed, complete with gag and blindfold. For the
first time, Penny could see her audience, or what was left of it!
Penny noticed that everyone except Barry, Jim, Greg were making
their way out of the Grand Arena and were moving toward the bar
on the other side of the deep end of the pool. All the slaves
were dressed just as Eve had been when she delivered Penny's
food. They were in various modes of restraint. Some had their
wrists cuffed behind, some in front. Some had their arms bound
behind at the elbow with wrists free, bound behind, or bound in
front. Some were hobbled. Some of the slaves were not bound at
all. The tops of some of the bound slaves' dresses had either
worked their was down below the breasts or were pulled down.
Apparently the bound slaves were not allowed to have the tops
replaced if they came down. Many of the Masters were
manipulating and massaging various portions of the slaves'
anatomy on top and bottom as they walked. The Masters were nude
except for black leather briefs and sandals.

Penny was led to the pool where the ominous contraption
which she had noticed on Saturday seemed to loom in anticipation
of her arrival. A large plastic tank of water had been lowered
into the pool, with the sides rising about two feet above the
pool water. The tank rested against the windows opening into the
bar on the other side of the deep end of the pool--the windows
through which she and Barry had been observed fucking the night
of their arrival! There were fish in tank--small ones, but FISH
nevertheless! The ominous contraption which Penny had noticed
was a long gantry with a motor on one end and a metal seat of
some sort suspended from the other. When placed over the water,
the seat was suspended directly over the fish tank. The seat was
chair-like, except the seat was very short. There was a menacing
dildo-shaped metal protrusion rising up about three inches off
the seat. Metal rods extended down and out from each side of the
seat for about three feet. There were straps on the chair arms,
the seat, and the extensions.
Penny's hobbles were removed. The gantry was retracted to
the side of the pool, and the metal dildo rising from the seat
was lubricated. Penny was unceremoniously lifted onto the metal
seat. Barry and Greg took care in lowering her on the dildo. As
the cold metal plug penetrated her anus, Penny knew why she had
been stretched and plugged earlier. Again, Penny felt her anal
sphincter contract around the ringed depression at the base of
the dildo as she felt its full length within her bowels. The
metal seat provided cool relief for her still-smarting asscheeks.
Her legs were placed widely apart on each side of the short seat
and strapped down. Her ankles were strapped to each side of the
metal extension rods. Penny looked down and saw her pussy
extending out past the short seat. Her cunt was widely displayed
and totally exposed!! Her clit remained swollen and unhooded
from the evening's earlier activities. The cold dildo stretching
her asshole added its own reasons for a swollen clit!
Barry started to rub a light green, foul-smelling, greasy
substance into her cunt, and stopped. "Here Greg. Penny would
like you to do it." Greg continued to rub the substance around
and into Penny's cunt while Barry explained the substance to
Penny.
"This is fish bait. It doesn't smell too good, but, then
again, it doesn't hurt, either. What it will do is attract fish.
They like to eat it. NO, they aren't piranahs, but they do like
to nibble. You will find the experience exhilarating, to say the
least! You are probably wondering how the fish will get to you.
Glad you asked that question! You will see in due time."
Greg continued to apply the fish bait, using his fingers to
spread the bait liberally well up into Penny's cunt. Taking his
own sweet time and getting the desired response from Penny, Greg
continued as Barry and Jim released her hands and removed the
cuffs. In spite of her excitement at Greg's stimulation, when
her hands were freed, Penny bolted. She didn't know what would
happen, but she knew she wanted no part of it. Why she bolted
remains a mystery. She had no hope of escape with her asshole
filled, her legs strapped down, and with three strong men there
to see she continued with her training. She only knew she wanted
no part of the fish tank! The obvious happened. Within seconds,
Penny's arms and wrists were as firmly strapped to the chair arms
as her legs and ankles were to the seat and extensions. A
clothespin-like device was taped firmly to her right index
finger, which, in turn, was firmly taped to the chair arm. As
Greg continued to apply the fish bait to Penny's cuntlips, cunt,
nipples, soles, and rib cage, Barry continued to explain.
"That is one more punishment you have earned. I believe
that's three all together--so far. Now to continue the
explanation of the remainder of your training for tonight. The
device on your right index finger is an oximeter which measures
the oxygen saturation in your blood. You will control when you
go into the water, and the measurement of oxygen in your blood
will control when you come out again. While you are in the
water, the fish will feed on the bait smeared on your nipples,
rib cage, soles, and cunt. Normally, the oximeter reads about
96%. When it reaches 85%, the chair will automatically raise you
back out of the water.
"However, you must realize that it is not really lack of
oxygen that causes the most intense urge to take a breath. It is
the build-up of carbon dioxide in the blood that causes the urge.
The increase in carbon dioxide will cause an intense sensation of
air hunger long before the blood oxygen content lowers
dangerously. By the time the oxygen reaches 85%, you will feel
absolutely starved for air!"
Penny shook her head. "You can't be serious! Why are you
doing this!?"
"We've already been over that earlier tonight. Besides,
there is virtually no risk. Greg is a physician, and will be
here the whole time in case something goes wrong. If need be, he
will pull the chair out with an emergency switch before you
drown--not much before, but just before. It will teach you
reflex control. That will be a lesson to treasure as your
training progresses."
"Well, I simply won't go down!"
"Ah, that's the best part! That is certainly an option.
However, the seat and extensions are made of metal for a reason.
You will notice that the seat and dildo are connected to a
battery and controller. When I throw this switch, electric
shocks will go to the seat and dildo at five-second intervals.
The intensity of the shocks will increase on a scale from 1 to 10
and the duration will increase from half a second to five
seconds. A shock of an intensity of 10 for five seconds will be
unpleasant indeed. You will notice a button beneath your left
index finger. By pressing it, the shocks will automatically
terminate and you will be lowered into the fish tank. If I were
you, I would hyperventilate like crazy before entering the water.
That will lower your carbon dioxide content and may lessen the
air hunger by taking longer to build it back up. Perhaps the
oxygen content will have lowered to 85% by the time you feel
panic. Who knows? As you clear the water, a sensor on the cable
will pass a sensor attached to the shock controller and the
shocks will start again--short and low at first, but increasing
in intensity and duration every five seconds.
"Your reactions will be observed by six television cameras,
three our of the water, and three in the water. Three will watch
you as you try to endure the electric shocks, the other three
will watch you as you endure the nibbling fish and try not to
breathe underwater. One camera in each location will cover the
entire scene, one will be focused on a close-up of your face, and
another will be focused on a close-up of your cunt. Greg will
have two monitors to watch your face and the general scene
underwater and will monitor your oxygen saturation. The other
monitors will be in the bar so the Masters and slaves can watch
you on the 'hot seat' and have a close-up of your cunt while the
fish feed. All cameras will record your reactions, and the tape
will be edited later and sold to the members to help defray some
of the cost of your training. Do try to hang on as long as
possible before hitting the button to lower the seat. The upper
camera has audio as well, and we will enjoy the screams--if you
can scream. Takes time away from getting your breath, you know.
"Oh, yes. I almost forgot. These goggles will protect your
eyes and enable you to see the fish as they nibble on you, and to
see us observing your show through the windows. Please, struggle
as much as you want. Everyone will be watching you trying
desperately not to breathe while the fish nibble away at your
cunt and tits. Don't disappoint us!"
Penny was beyond humiliated! She was mortified at her
obscene position. This display was far more degrading than any
of the others, and to know what she would have to endure--AND
HAVE IT TAPED--IN CLOSE-UP!! It was beyond comprehension to
Penny.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOO!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! she
screamed.
But the three men just smiled. Barry and Jim left for the
bar, and Greg moved to the switch. Penny was near panic as she
tried to remember everything. Then she realized that the only
thing within her control was the button which lowered her into
the water. Everything else was automatic. Her cunt juices
continued a slow ooze down onto the seat. Penny wondered whether
the juice would conduct the shocks into her cunt.

Greg flipped the switch to start the automatic controller.
Penny felt the first short tingle in her buttocks and asshole.
Rather pleasant actually. Her anal sphincter tightened a bit.
The clit engorged a bit more. Then nothing. Then another shock,
slightly longer, slightly more intense. Still rather pleasant.
Nothing. Another shock. Longer, more intense, not pleasant this
time, but not really uncomfortable. Then it hit!
"eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEE-eeeEEE-EEE- EEEEEEEAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!"
Penny screamed. That one HURT. Fire shot across her still-
smarting buttocks and up her asshole. The current caused Penny's
anus to contract tightly around the depression at the bottom of
the dildo, making it even more impossible for her to raise
herself off the seat. Although it wasn't as strong, an
unpleasant tingle hit her cunt at the same time. Cunt juices DID
conduct the current after all. She thought about the button,
fearing the next shock, but couldn't bear the thought of what
would happen to her in the water. The next shock hit!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEE-
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-AAHHH-AAHHH-EEEEEE!!" The
shock was a full five seconds and much more intense than any of
the others! Her ass, buttocks, and pussy were all on fire. Her
anus squeezed the dildo hard! It took the breath away, and she
completely forgot about the button. THE NEXT SHOCK HIT!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH-
EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE-AAAH-AAARRG-
Her anal sphincter SLAMMED around the dildo, pinning her to it.
It seemed that the shock would never stop!
The audience in the bar watced in fascination as Penny tried
vainly to endure the shocks. They applauded as they watched the
surprised looks on her face as the shocks came without warning
and their intensity and duration increased. They watched her
tits bounce with her attempts to lunge away from each succesive
shock. They could clearly see the involuntary contractions of
her cunt and asshole as the shocks were conducted into her bowels
and pussy. Her tolerance and will was very impressive! But
they also knew she would lose! They could wait. They enjoyed
the waiting!
Penny's ass, asshole, and cunt were an inferno! She
remembered the button and hit it. The shock immediately stopped,
and Penny felt herself being lowered slowly, but persistently
into the water. In trying to recover from the shocks, Penny
forgot to purposefully hyperventilate. When the shock hit, she
had been spending most of her time screaming continuously, and
was hyperventilating slightly just to regain her breath from the
shocks. Just as she began breathing normally again, her chin hit
the water, then her mouth. Penny began to hold her breath. Her
nose went under, and Penny was completely submerged!
It didn't take long for the fish to find her. After their
initial fright from having something new hit the water, the scent
of the fish bait pervaded the pool, and the fish attacked with a
vengeance. Penny first felt them dart past her nipples and take
a quick nibble. The intensity of the bites surprised her, and
she almost tried to gasp for breath. Then she jumped as the fish
began to nibble at her cunt. They quickly overcame their fear
when they realized that she was "safe" food, and began to feed
almost in a frenzy. They hit her pussy in force, nibbling away
at her inner cunt lips, her swollen and exposed clit, and even
embedded themselves up into her cunt. They attacked her nipples
en masse, resembling a row of clothespins around each one. Then
they discovered the bait on her rib cage and feet. Again, Penny
found herself in the devastating position of being sexually
stimulated and tickled at the same time. AND HER LUNGS WERE
BURSTING!!! The constant attacks made it nearly impossible not
to breath. She wanted to gasp with each attack, but couldn't.
She finally opened her eyes. They began to bug out from air
hunger. Through the goggles, she could see the viewing audience
at the windows, laughing and clapping at her predicament. The
combination of air hunger and the stimulation of her cunt, clit,
and nipples overcame the unpleasant tickling sensation, and
Penny's sexual excitement began to overwhelm her.
As she neared a climax, she was sure her ability to hold her
breath would fail as it hit. She hoped Greg was watching her on
the monitor, because she was nearing the limits of her tolerance!
SHE HAD TO BREATHE!!! Just then, she felt the seat begin to
rise. As Penny's head cleared the water, she began to gasp huge
lungfuls of air. Many fish held on, refusing to give up their
grocery store until their own biological needs caused them to let
go and fall back into the water. She had been in the water only
30 seconds. Penny had no concept of time. It seemed like 30
hours!
Once again, Penny's torment had been compounded by a lack of
sexual release. She looked down, expecting to be bloody. The
only visible evidence of the feeding frenzy was that the fish
bait had been diluted a bit, and was less green and less
foul-smelling. Then the shocks began again!
This time, Penny didn't wait so long. She at least knew
what to expect in the water now, and realized she didn't want to
endure the shocks any longer than it took to regain her breath.
On the fourth shock, she screamed and hit the button. Again she
felt herself lower into the water. This time she remembered to
hyperventilate.
Barry smiled as he watched Penny enter the water the second
time. She was performing magnificently! As she came down, she
faced the windows. She was beautiful. Her blond hair, shaved
pussy, magnificent tits! Her widely spread legs gave an obscene
frontal view of her widely exposed cunt. It was dislplayed as
never before! Her pussy was gaping and the clit was, indeed,
enlarged and unhooded. Her tits bobbed up and down in the water,
as if to invite the fish. Her eyes opened. Seeing him thorough
the window, they seemed to plead hopelessly. Her struggles were
grand, but fruitless. He wondered if she had remembered to
hyperventilate this time. As the fish charged her again, he
could only imagine what she was feeling.
Penny was miserable and excited at the same time. This
time, she took longer to feel real air hunger, but it let her
concentrate longer on the fish and their incessant nibbling. It
was more maddening this time. They were more merciless, as if
they had recognized a good meal the first time around. Again,
just as a climax was as near as her need to take a breath, Penny
was pulled from the water. This time she lasted 40 seconds.
Penny looked down to discover that there was very little of the
fish bait left on her, and the smell was much less noticeable.
The shocks started again. Penny tried to continue her
hyperventilation past the need to replenish her air supply,
rather waiting to start as she was being lowered into the water.
When she could stand the shocks no longer, she hit the button
again.
The fish started right away. This time, however, they
seemed to concentrate on her cunt, cunt lips, and clit.
Evidently, the food on her ribs, nipples, and feet had been eaten
away. The lack of tickling made the sexual stimulation seem more
intense. Also, the sensation of air hunger was longer in coming
because of the longer period of hyperventilation. Penny
gradually let the nibbling overtake her. Her eyes bugged out
from the slowly building air hunger. The fish nibbled
incessantly. She was aware of her asshole expanded to capacity
with the dildo. As the sensations peaked, Penny climaxed with a
shuddering struggle. Through glazed eyes, she notiece a lot of
animation from the audience at the windows as the spasms of
pleasure overtook her. She didn't care. Raw sexual urge was at
work. As she was sure her lungs would burst, another climax hit
her, and another!
Barry was watching through the window as his wife provided
the exhibition he was hoping for. Her cunt lips and clit were
swollen to at least twice normal size. Her eyes were glazed and
lost in sexual bliss, no doubt compounded by air hunger. When
the first climax hit her, she seemed to shake all over and
stiffen as if another shock had hit her. Then a second, and a
third climax hit her. She was beautiful the way she responded.
Instead of closing, her legs seemed to widen a bit with the
climaxes, as if to offer herself proudly to the viewing audience.
Barry felt his original impressions of her susceptability to be
trained as a slave were confirmed.

Penny stayed under the third time for nearly a minute! When
she was finally pulled from the water, she was surprised that the
shocks did not resume. The goggles were removed, and Penny saw
that everyone was standing around and clapping. She quickly
regained her composure, and simultaneously rediscovered her
capacity for humiliation and embarrassment. Barry approached her
with a cloth and wiped the areas where the fish bait had been
applied. "This is a solution that will remove the bait and the
remaining odor." As he touched her, she shuddered again. And
when he cleaned her cunt and clit, she shamelessly had another
shattering climax in front of everyone!
"Are you satisfied?" asked Barry.
"What?"
"Are you satisfied-sexually satisfied-fulfilled?"
"God, I'm exhausted!"
"Yes, but are you satisfied?"
Penny thought. She felt that somehow something was missing.
"Not really."
"What do you want?"
"What do you think I want?!"
"Ask me!"
"Come on Barry, not here, not in front of all these people!"
"Ask me! Beg me! DO IT!!"
"Alright! Make love to me!"
"NO, ask me right. Ask me to fuck your cunt!"
"What!!"
"Beg me to FUCK YOUR CUNT!! C'mon, most of these people
have seen you get fucked before--remember the pool the first
night?" Barry began to gently stroke Penny's clit and cunt with
a finger. Back and forth, in and out. Gently, rapidly. Varying
the tempo! Varying the pressure!
Penny's breathing quickened, and she struggled slightly.
"Please f-f-fuck my c-c-cunt."
"LOUDER. I can't hear you." Barry continued stroking.
"PLEASE FUCK MY CUNT!!"
"Beg me to fuck your cunt where you are, right now."
By now Penny was past caring where she was or who watched.
She wanted to be satisfied.
"PLEASE FUCK MY CUNT IN FRONT OF THESE PEOPLE!!"
Barry adjusted the seat to the right height and removed his
pants. His cock was at rigid attention. He walked up to Penny
and pressed his cock against her swollen clit. Penny climaxed.
Then he slowly entered her. The sensation of a filled ass and a
filled cunt drove Penny crazy. Penny climaxed again. Barry
stood still while he moved the seat back and forth. Her
splendid breasts brushed and mashed against Barry's chest,
roughly stimulating her sensitive nipples. It was more than
Penny could have hoped for. She and Barry climaxed together, her
fourth since leaving the water, another three in the water. His
first. Somehow, Barry decided something was distinctly unfair
in the design of the sexes. Barry withdrew, and his cum seeped
out of her swollen, gaping pussy. The gathered onlookers
shouted and applauded. Eve stepped forward to clean Penny with a
douche. Penny thought that was odd. Why was she cleaning her
now?
"I believe that Jim and Greg deserve an award, don't you
all?" Barry asked the onlookers.
Again, shouts and applause of approval.
"Want seconds, Greg?"
Suddenly, Penny realized what Barry had in mind!
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" shouted Penny. "Please
DON'T let someone else fuck me!! Please!!!"
"Sorry, sweetheart. You have to learn that you're MINE!
You serve my wishes. If I want to loan you, I loan you. And
now, you are to be Greg's and Jim's reward."
Greg removed his pants and proudly displayed his enormously
thick cock to Penny. Although she was exhausted, and totally
humiliated, she was excited about the prospect that she
could-WOULD HAVE TO-take the enormous prick in her cunt.
Besides, she could do nothing to prevent continuing her
exhibition. Greg stretched a condom over his thick member and
confronted Penny's waiting pussy. Greg drove his prick into
Penny's wet hole to the hilt in one sweeping entry. He delighted
in feeling her breasts against his chest, and held her close for
a few seconds, gently rubbing her nipples against his hair to
savor the sensation. Penny felt ravaged, crushed, and wildly
excited with the consumation! She had never had anyone but
Barry, and the filling sensation of Greg's thick cock saturated
her with sensations she had never felt. In spite of her
exhausted state, she climaxed again before they had a final,
simultaneous orgasm.
Greg pulled out and Eve once again cleaned Penny for the
next event. Jim removed his trousers and donned his condom. His
cock was not as thick as Gregs, but it was much longer than
either Greg's or Barry's. Penny now waited impatiently! Jim was
slower. He slid in an inch at a time, slowly driving Penny crazy
in a totally different way. It seemed it would never reach the
end. The raptures of her breasts were certainly not lost to Jim.
He leaned over and gently sucked her swollen nipples as he slowly
slid his cock all the way in. When Penny finally felt his pubis
crush against her supersensitive and swollen clit, she also felt
the end of his cock mash against her cervix, stretching her
uterus up to the limits! As he began to swing the seat, Penny
could feel the end of his cock hit her cervix and his pubic bone
hit her clit simultaneously with each sweep of the seat! Having
her clit and cervix pounded constantly with each reentry caused
her to have yet another shattering climax alone. It took another
twenty swings before she and Jim climaxed together! The crowd
showed appropriate approval for the event they had witnessed.
For the final time, Eve cleaned Penny. Penny was released
from her "chair" and her hands were re-cuffed to the back of her
collar. Her hobble was reapplied. Barry left Penny's hood off,
but reattached her leash, and led Penny through the assembled
Masters and slaves. As they passed through the assembled crowd,
Barry allowed the Masters a final probe or grope of Penny's
assets for the night.

Barry led Penny to the room and opened the door. He
uncuffed her hands, but left the hobble. She was again allowed
to bathe and do her toilet routine unassisted. When she came
out, Barry cuffed her hobble to the foot of the bed, and allowed
Penny to sleep with her hands free. Exhausted, Penny overcame
her anticipation of tomorrow's events, and soon fell fast asleep.

It was only Monday night. Almost the entire week was left.
Barry knew Penny was progressing well indeed. He was most eager
to continue her training tomorrow. And she still had three
punishments coming in addition to her routine training!

--------------------To be continued in Part VII

THE PAVILION
PART VII


Penny was awakened Tuesday morning by the knock at the door.
It was Eve again with breakfast for both Barry and Penny. Penny
no longer tried to cover herself or protest against Barry's
allowing Eve to enter. This time Eve was totally nude except for
sandals and her green collar. She spoke courteously and quickly
left. She sensed that this morning was not the time for more
idle conversation.
Penny looked at Barry and smiled. "Well, MASTER, what's in
store for me today?"
"First, you are not to speak unless spoken to. Second, you
are not to look at the Masters directly in the eye unless told to
do so. Third, you are not entitled to know in advance what's in
store for you. You will learn in due time. Fourth, that tone of
voice will only earn you another punishment, unless that is
really what you are beginning to want. ARE you beginning to
enjoy your training?"
Penny didn't answer.
"Penny, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.
ANSWER ME!!"
Penny looked down at the floor, as commanded. "Y-y-yes,"
Penny replied meekly. "I am--at least somewhat. It hurts, and
it's degrading, but it makes my pussy tingle, and I am beginning
to find the unpredictability and the subjugation exciting."
"You still have a long way to go before you are entitled to wear
the green collar. We will eat, and then we will continue."
After they ate, Barry handcuffed Penny's hands behind her
and attached the collar and leash. He led Penny outside and down
the sidewalk toward the hot tub. Penny was taken to a narrow
part of the tub which was about five feet by ten feet. Penny was
placed sideways on a bench in the center of the narrow space,
which ran parallel to the long section of the tub. There was a
slanted back to the bench, which ran from the bench to the side,
forming a sort of "T" Penny was allowed to sit in the tub, but
was kept bound and hobbled. Her hands were re-cuffed behind the
back of the bench. After she found a comfortable position, Barry
blindfolded her, but did not gag her. "I will leave you for
awhile to relax," Penny heard Barry say. She was suddenly
gripped with fear as she had been that first night when he had
left her outside. Her Master was no longer around to protect
her. Or was he??
Penny relished the gently swirling hot water. It soothed
her aching body, and she soon began to feel quite comfortable.
She abruptly felt hands at her ankles, and her hobble was undone.
Her legs were widely separated, and shackled to something on
either side of the bench on which she was resting. Then she
realized that the portion of the seat between her legs had been
removed! Bands were placed across her upper thighs and attached
to the remaining seat, keeping her in a seated position. Her
arms were uncuffed reattached to something above her head on the
back of the seat. She was "spreadeagle" on the bench in the
water. Was it Barry? Was it someone else? Penny shuddered and
tingled. Someone entered the water on her right side. Penny
waited.
Lips on her right nipple, gently sucking, swirling, tongue
flicking. It stopped, only to be replaced with the same
sensation on her left. She could hear the water swishing as
someone moved around in the water. Was there more than one?
Hands on her hips, arms against the insides of her thighs. Penny
reflexly tried to close her knees, but to no avail. Then she
felt the tongue on her slit, gently sliding up and down, flicking
in and out of her cunt, up and gently across her clit. Then it
stopped. She guessed he (OR SHE!!!) had to come up for air.
Then again, and a slight nibbling of her clit. Penny's breathing
quickened, and the beginnings of a climax began to swell within
her. As her clit continued to be attacked between intermittent
breaks for air, Penny felt ANOTHER hand begin to gently stroke
and knead her right tit, then another on her left. Then a pair
of lips on her right tit, and another on her left. There were at
least THREE tormentors!! Where was her Master--or was he there??
The hands stroking her tits moved to her ribs, and her belly.
The combination of tit sucking, tickling, and pussy-flicking was
overwhelming! Penny struggled, unable to anticipate where the
dancing fingers and tongue would go next. Her eyes rolled back
within the blindfold, and Penny climaxed!
"NNNNgggghhhh! NNNNNGGGGHHHHH! NNNNGNGNGGHHHH!" Penny
made short, degrading, grunting noised as the climax hit her.
The tormentors prolonged their attack causing the climax to be
long and continuous for several seconds. Penny finally went
limp, exhausted, and the torment stopped. She heard the water
swish as the people left her alone in the tub. Then came the
roar. Penny tensed as she realized that the jets had been turned
on, and her spread pussy was right in front of one of the
outlets! The powerful spray of water hit her right on the clit,
and swept down to her gaping cunt and asshole. Penny struggled
vigorously to escape the swirling torment, but could not
appreciably change her position. The water jet caused Penny to
climax again, and again, and again. The remaining hour in the
hot tub seemed to be an eternity before Barry finally turned off
the jets and led her back to the room to be dressed for the
remainder of the day's activities. Penny could scarcely walk.

Back in the room and after lunch, Barry "dressed" Penny in
her costume for the day. First, a tight large elastic band was
placed around her torso just under her breasts. Another was
placed just above her breasts. Similar bands were placed on
either side of both breasts, causing them to be tightly squeezed
between the constrictions. Barry observed how her tits stood out
even more proudly than usual, and how they had taken on a
slightly purplish color. They would soon engorge nicely, and
become supersensitive.
The "bottom" consisted of a type of elastic thong, with a
wide waist band with two bands snapped to it which were to go
through the crotch. Penny stepped in, and Barry tightened it up.
Barry commanded Penny to lie back on the bed with her legs up and
widely separated while he adjusted the crotch bands. Penny found
the position both embarrassing and exciting, especially since she
was forced to assume the position in front of their open window
in full view of the other Masters and slaves assembling on the
beach outside. Barry adjusted the crotch pieces so that a band
was placed on either side of her pussy and asshole. The crotch
bands were crossed in front before snapping to the waist band, so
that her now supersensitive pussy was squeezed tightly in a
similar fashion as her tits. The bands caused her outer pussy
lips to protrude widen even more obscenely, and forced her clit
and inner pussy lips to extend beyond their hiding place and
become prominently visible. Barry thought it might be
interesting as she walked. The friction would be maddening to
her.
"Today will be rubber band day," Barry told her. "The
significance of that will become more clear as we proceed."
Her hands were promptly cuffed behind her back again. Penny
looked at her form in the mirror, and realized how seductive she
looked. To be made to prance around in such a predicament would
be irresistible to most males. She knew that is precisely what
Barry intended. Barry picked up a small sack and reached for the
leash.

Penny was unceremoniously led out to the beach in her rubber
band "bikini." She was an instant hit with both Masters and
slaves. She was forced to parade up and down the beach for
awhile, and Barry allowed those Masters and slaves who asked
permission to touch, pinch, rub, swat, and otherwise manipulate
Penny anywhere they wished as she walked. As she was being used,
she looked around. Everyone was nude. Many Masters and slaves
were simply sunning, but many were also in various stages of
sexual activity, hirones 1

THE PAVILION
Part VIII


The next morning's routine was much the same, Eve bringing
breakfast, Penny being allowed to do her toilet routine.
"Today, I have something special for you," volunteered Barry.
It wasn't what he said, it was the emphasis he put on the word
"special" that caused Penny to shudder. "Assume the
position."
Penny turned around and placed her hands behind her back.
They were promptly cuffed behind her neck to the collar. The
short hobbles were placed on her ankles--not so much to keep her
from running anymore, but more to keep her in the sensation of
helplessness. She was gagged, but not blindfolded. The leash
was attached to the front of the collar, and she was led outside
stark naked, as usual.
Barry led Penny away from the beach and toward the ominous-
looking building earlier identified as the "Punishment Building."
Penny began to silently tremble as she was unceremoniously led up
to, and then through, the doors of the building.
"Remember, dear, you have three punishments coming. I
haven't forgotten, did you?"
Penny shook her head in silence, and looked down at the
floor as she entered the building. There was an alcove with a
slave in punishment on either side of the entranceway.
The slave on the left was totally nude, gagged, and rigidly
fixed to a frame holding her in the lithotomy position (like that
when being examined in the gynecologist's office) with a piston
device pushing a dildo in and out of her gaping vagina. Then
Penny noted that the dildo was made of ICE! A short extension,
much like the one used on her, was hitting the clit with each
intrusion into the helpless, waiting hole. Numerous ice cubes
attached to long strings were attached to an overhead meshwork.
The meshwork was attached to the piston device, causing the mesh
to jerk up and down with each piston stroke. The ice cubes were
dancing up and down on numerous points on her ribs, tits, and
abdomen as her cunt and clit continued to be violated by the
supercold monster. About the only thing that could move was her
head. She was jerking her head violently and mewing nearly
silently into her effective gag. She was obviously not enjoying
the experience.
"Jasmine forgot to ice her Master's drink appropriately
yesterday. I doubt she will forget again," said Barry.
The slave on the right was similarly nude, but was suspended
in air by all fours, back to the ground. The slave's arms and
legs were fixed to four corners of a square metal railing which
was suspended from the ceiling. Her cunt was staring out at
Penny and Barry. A bottle of "Heet," a common over-the-counter
arthritis medication which burns slightly when applied to skin
over joints, was sitting on a bench beside the slave, with a sign
that read, "Apply liberally!"
Apparently, someone had already applied some to the slave's
more tender mucous membranes, because she was dancing in air,
moving her hips in a most obscene manner as if to escape some
unseen torment. Her glance at Barry seemed to beg him to go away
without tormenting her further. It was not to be!
Barry smiled as he picked up the bottle, and extracted the
cotton applicator on the end of a long wire. The slave's eyes
widened and she began to mew softly into her gag much as the
sounds coming from across the room. Barry reached for her right
nipple and smeared the chemical around it. The slave increased
her mewing and animated movements. Then the left. Action
increased further. Barry dipped the applicator into the bottle
and approached the slave between her legs. She lifted her hips
as high as she could, and alternately tried to close her legs and
opened them as wide as she could in an effort to escape the
impending torture. Barry swiftly swabbed the slave's vagina and
rectum before the heat from either one hit her brain. As the
chemical reaction reached her brain, she became nearly
uncontrollable, testing the limits of her restraints to the
limit. Barry calmly inserted the applicator into the bottle
again, allowing a copious amount of the liquid to be retained on
the applicator. It dripped freely. Barry used his elbows to
hold the struggling slave's hips still, used the thumb and
forefinger of his left hand to pull back the hood over the clit,
and allowed the liquid from the applicator in his right hand to
drop on the bare nubbin of nerve tissue. It screamed fire as the
liquid hit. The slave realized a totally new meaning of pain.
Barry and Penny left the slave struggling, realizing that someone
else was entering behind them. They entered the main punishment
hall.
The hall was full of Masters and slaves in various forms of
punishment. Nearly all the slaves were bound nude and gagged.
If they weren't nude, the clothing added to their torment in some
fashion. The gags were necessary. The noise would have been
deafening if all the slaves were allowed to scream as they
wished. Most of the slaves, except those in the foyer, had
Masters in attendance.
One slave was sitting astride a bare wooden bar about the
width of a 2 X 4. It was smooth, but hard. Her naked pussy was
bearing the entire brunt of her weight. Her ankles were bound
widely out to either side, and her legs were tied down tight.
Her hands were bound behind her, and her arms were drawn up,
causing her to sit directly on her pussy. Her clit was mashed
against a small vibrating disc fixed to the wooden bar. Her
pussy and ass were filled with metal dildoes. A small metal disc
was under her ass plug.
"This is particularly painful," Barry explained to Penny.
"Her cunt is constantly in pain from the position. However, the
vibrating disc under her clit causes climax after climax. As she
climaxes, she rears back, causing pain in her shoulders. As the
ass plug hits the metal disc under it, her pussy receives an
electric shock, and her ass gets a shot of hot oil up it. She
gets a climax, an electric shock, and a hot oil enema all at the
same time. She has been there about two hours now. I suspect
she needs to go real bad by now."
Penny noticed the slave was sweating profusely and panting.
The slave looked as if she was nearing another climax, and was
trying desperately not to let it happen. She seemed to be
pleading with her master not to raise her arms any further!
Another slave was bound on her back to a table with her arms back
over her head. Her legs were splayed widely and tied near her
shoulders, presenting her cunt and ass gapingly to the room. She
had two Masters in attendance. One was vigorously eating her
clit and cunt while the other stood at her heat between her arms
stroking her armpits, sided of her breasts, ribs, backs of her
legs, and feet. This slave was not gagged, and her pleadings and
screams of pleasure and simultaneous tickling torment filled the
room. Her sentence was for two continuous hours of this. She
had an hour to go!
Another slave was on tiptoe. Metal plates were attached to
her heels with matching plates on the floor. She was kept in
place by a dildo embedded into her cunt attached to a pole
arising from the floor. Wire loops with barbs attached to either
side of the pole and encircled each leg. Large clips were
attached to her nipples, and these, in turn, were attached to a
large can. The can was at the end of a large, smooth, metal
penis gag inserted into the slave's mouth. A hose entered the
can from a large container hanging from the ceiling above the
slave's head. As she let her stance falter, the metal plates
would touch, and water would enter the can held by the gag. As
the can filled with water, the slave could no longer hold the
gag, and it would drop, jerking the clamps off her nipples. This
slave was gagged only when the penis gag was being held. She
could not plead until it was too late. She was allowed to scream
as the clamps jerked off. She screamed about every ten minutes.
This was a signal for her Master to return to her, empty the can,
and reinsert the gag. Her sentence was also for two hours.
One particular slave caught Penny's attention! She was totally
nude, and in a position similar to the slave on the "horse,"
except that the slave's legs were supported by
plexiglass sides of the horse, and the area between her legs was
totally open. There was a flat piece of plexiglass arising from
the front of the horse, and another arising from the middle of
the horse. The slave was "sandwiched" between the two flat
pieces of plexiglass. The bottom of the flat pieces was cut to
fit the upside-down "V" of the horse, and the front piece was cut
out at the crotch to expose the slave's peering pussy. There
were holes cut out of the front piece through which the slave's
breasts protruded. A horizontal hole in the back piece allowed
the slave's arms to be drawn though and attached firmly to the
back of the plexiglass. The top of the front piece reached the
slave's chin. A strap held the slave's head firmly down on the
chin rest, making it impossible for the slave to move her head or
open her mouth. Two Masters were in attendance. One Master had
pierced both labial lips with new gold rings. The other Master
was tattooing the second breast. The first Master was
stimulating the clit with a vibrator in preparation for the final
piercing. The piercing and ongoing tattooing was without benefit
of
anesthetic. She was obviously in distress, but could neither
scream nor move.
"I have something simple designed for your first
punishment," Barry said. "I simply want to whip you. We will
get more technical later."
Penny shuddered at this. She had tasted the whip, but not
severely. She felt herself being led to the center of the room,
also the most openly exposed position in the room. As usual, she
would be most prominently displayed. Penny was placed kneeling
on a padded bench about three feet wide. The backs of her knees
and her ankles were strapped down to the bench widely separated
by about three feet. Her arms were raised and cuffed to a bar
hanging from the ceiling. Her wrists were also cuffed about
three feet apart. The bar was raised slightly so that Penny was
extremely taught. Barry brought out a bottle, and began to smear
Penny all over with some kind of oil. He rubbed it over her
back, buttocks, and backs of her legs. Penny guessed he was
putting it where he intended to whip her. Then he began to rub
it over the soles of her feet! Over her breasts! Over her
abdomen, the fronts of her legs! Finally, Barry rubbed the oil
into her gaping, dripping pussy!! He removed her gag.
"God, Barry---Master! You're not going to whip my tits and
pussy! Please, Master! Don't whip me there."
"Be careful. That earned you an extra ten strokes--wherever
I please!" Barry had removed the gag for a reason. He placed
ear plugs in each ear and a leather hood over Penny's head. The
hood had an effective penis gag and blindfold. There was ample
breathing room through nose holes. "This is to protect your
lovely face in case I miss!" Barry disclosed. There was also
ample room for her long hair inside the hood. Her back was now
totally exposed for punishment!
Penny struggled slightly, and resigned herself to her fate.
Now she could neither hear or see when the first stroke would
come.
Barry selected a four-foot quirt with three leather thongs
at the end. It would hurt, but would not mark her skin,
especially now that she was well-oiled! The first strike was
between her shoulder blades. The second was timed to hit as the
fire from the first was at its peak. The third was around her
waist, the fourth on the left buttock, the fifth on the right.
The sixth was at the base of her right shoulder blade, and snaked
around to catch the side of the right breast. The seventh hit
the left. The next two hit the backs of each leg. Three in
quick succession on the bottom of each foot. Barry stopped
momentarily.
Penny didn't know what to expect. The fire was like nothing
she had ever felt! She started screaming from the first blow,
and did not stop, realizing that she couldn't be heard. She
suffered in total silence, writhing as best she could. She could
not protest, could not tell him that she couldn't stand it. She
would have no choice but to endure it until he decided to quit.
The fire hit again and again--her back, butt, legs--AARRGGGh--her
tits!! HER FEET!! PLEASE STOP!! PLEASE!!! I CAN'T STAND IT!! I
CAN'T!!! mmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhh!!! The fire quit. Penny wondered
why and for how long. Was he finished!?? As her left nipple
exploded in flames, she knew he had just moved to her front!
Barry worked over each breast, her abdomen, and the front of her
legs! Penny struggled in silent, useless agony. No part of her
from her armpits to the fronts and backs of both legs had been
spared the sting of the whip. Then Penny realized that ONE PART
had been SPARED! OH, NO!!! HE WOULDN'T!! But she knew her legs
were spread obscenely for only one reason. She waited in
anticipation of the worst pain yet to come.
Barry removed the flap over one ear and whispered, "Penny,
you have pleased me. You are magnificent when you struggle! I
am going to give you five more strokes. But they will be up
between your legs. I want you to know that in advance so you can
let the fear build through your anticipation. It will be every
bit as bad as you think it will be--perhaps even worse!
As Barry replaced the ear flap, Penny shook her head
vigorously and mewed unintelligibly into her hood. The
anticipation was terrible. She had no way of knowing when the
first stroke would hit, or the next, or the next! Penny waited.
The room was fixed on Penny. Even the slaves were riveted on her
tormented body.
Barry changed quirts to one which ended in a single thong.
He stood in front of Penny and snapped it quickly up between her
legs. It flicked across her right labial lip. Penny reacted as
if she had been shot. Her struggles were violent. Just as the
pain seemed to subside, the left labia was hit. The a cut up the
middle of her cleft, with the quirt ending with a snap across her
winking asshole. Penny was struggling and mewing continuously
now, trying desperately to close her legs--all uselessly. The
fourth cut ended in Penny's wet, gaping cunthole. For the last
slice, Barry silently went behind Penny. He cut her up the
middle again, with the quirt ending right on Penny's swollen,
exposed clit! Her struggles were delicious. It was over.
Penny was taken down, and allowed to recover. The hood was
removed, but the gag was replaced. Penny was amazed to find that
she was totally unmarked. She was led to her next punishment.
Penny was taken near a wall and hung from her wrists facing the
wall. Her ankles were raised over her head by cuffs attached to
pulleys on the wall. Extending out and down from the wall was a
rod. At the end of the rod was a smooth metal dildo. A metal
dildo was placed up Penny's asshole. The dildo was wide, and it
had a depression near the base. Her anal sphincter tightened
around the depression, fixing the dildo in place until it would
be removed by someone else. A coiled wire was attached from the
dildo to a battery in the floor.
Barry explained, "The dildo on the wall will be inserted
into your pussy. Your feet will be freed. So long as you can
hold the dildo with your pussy, you will have no punishment.
However, if you slide off the dildo, you will swing back and
forth for a few swings. The backward tension on the coil wire
will activate the battery. Each time the coil stretches after
the first backward swing, you will receive a shock to your
asshole. The shock will stop as you reach the lowest point in
your swing. When you finally stop altogether, the shocks will
stop. I will reset the battery so we can stretch the coil to get
you back onto the dildo again. Oh, yes, I forgot. The dildo is
one with which you are familiar. It has a front extension to
vibrate against your clit at the same time. Be careful not to
get too wet, or to come. You might have a hard time holding on!"
Penny's feet were up on the wall, spread wide. Barry
inserted the cold metal dildo fully into her open pussy. The
extension snuggled right against the nubbin of clit. Barry
flipped a switch. The vibrator started its torment. Her ankle
cuffs snapped open. Penny gripped the dildo as tightly as her
vaginal muscles would allow. The dirty little extension did its
evil deed on her clit, quickly driving her into a frenzy of
sexual bliss. Her pussy juices flowed copiously, and soon, she
was unable to keep the metal surface from slowly sliding out of
her. She swung back past the central point, and felt the first
jolt of electricity hit her asshole. She raised her ass in the
air as much as she could. The stretch on the coil caused another
jolt. As she swung back toward the wall, the stretch caused
another jolt. Penny felt about six or seven jolts before finally
coming to rest. Barry flipped off the switch, replaced Penny's
ankle cuffs, drew her up to the wall, and reinserted the dildo.
"Really, darling! Your simply sopping wet! Such lack of
control does make it hard to hold on doesn't it."
Barry flipped the switch again, the vibrator started, and
the ankle cuffs snapped open.
Penny had her second shattering climax, and slid off the
dildo. She learned to relax with the jolts to keep from adding
stretches to the coil. This time she only received five jolts
before coming to a halt. Barry repeated the process several
times over the next half-hour before finally releasing Penny and
moving on to her third, and final, punishment.
Penny was returned to the foyer, and placed on a small bench
in the center of the small room. The bench was about one foot
deep, two feet long, and had a back which extended about six feet
toward the ceiling. Two cuffs were widely placed on either side
of the back. Penny's hands were placed over her head and her
wrists were fastened into cuffs. Then her legs were lifted up,
and her ankles were fastened to cuffs near her elbows. Only her
butt was resting on the narrow bench seat. The entire bench
apparatus was then elevated from the floor to about three feet
off the floor. Her pussy was right at penis level, obscenely
displayed, and her tits were equally available to anyone entering
the punishment building, or to anyone looking in when the door
was opened. Barry laid several clothespins, condoms, and a
Swedish vibrator next to her. He placed a long rubber band
behind Penny, and attached each end to a clothespin. He then
placed each clothespin to each of Penny's inner labia. Her cunt
was widely displayed, on a painful stretch! Her pink inner
vaginal walls and her pee hole were clearly visible. Barry
showed Penny a sign which read, "Can you think of anywhere else
to put the clothespins. Can you think of anything else to do
with my cunt and tits? Use the toys supplied as you see fit. If
you fuck me, please use a condom!" He put the sign over Penny's
head.
"I'll be back later. Have a good day!" Barry left Penny to
the whims of anyone who entered the building. She was terrified!
Before Barry returned, Penny had had clothespins attached to
several places on both tits and removed, and replaced again and
again. Her cunt had had clothespins placed and removed along her
inner and outer cuntlips. Her clit had been clipped and
reclipped several times. Her cunt had been eaten, her clit had
been tongue-licked with and without clothespins attached. She
had been fucked several times, all with condoms correctly placed.
Several Masters and slaves had used the Swedish vibrator on her
anus, inserted vibrating fingers up her rectum and around the
inside walls of her pussy. Most had eventually flicked her clit
or grasped it between a vibrating thumb and forefinger! She had
climaxed more times than she could count. But the most degrading
moments were those when the Masters commanded their female slaves
to ea126/mB:52323:161

THE PAVILION
Part X


Eve arrived the next morning as usual with breakfast. Penny
expected her demeanor to have changed, but she seemed as cheerful
as ever. In fact, when she looked at Penny, there was a hint of
playfulness in her eyes, as if she remembered the evening's
entertainment with fondness.
After she left, and after Penny had performed her morning
routines, Barry filled her in on the day's activities.
"We're going on a couple of shopping trips today. First,
we're going to walk across the road out of the compound to the
'flea' market. It's a native 'barter' type market where they
barter for coral and trinkets. Then, we will bike five miles
into the nearest village to wind up the shopping trip, and bike
back. It will just be the two of us, nobody else."
"What will we barter across the road?" Penny asked.
"Your clothes, mostly. You don't need much now, just enough
to get you through the day and home tomorrow. I plan on buying
you nearly a completely new wardrobe...clothes you wouldn't have
even considered wearing last week."
Penny felt a sudden thrill to know that her new role would
be continued after leaving The Pavilion. At the same time, she
felt a renewed sense of uncertainty at how she would be regarded
in her new role by others in 'society.' She also knew she had
little choice--if she wanted to remain with Barry. She was
amazed to realize that she really liked their new relationship,
even if it did mean occasional embarrassment and torment.
Barry continued, "You will pick out what you will wear. Be
careful to pick something that will please me."
Penny thought carefully. After rummaging around in her
virtually unused clothing, she found an old cover-up. It was one
piece, sleeveless, with large arm holes. When she came out of
the bathroom with it on, she was breathtaking! The skirt barely
covered her pussy and ass when the sash was pulled tight. It's
top was halter-style, with a deep 'V' in front down to her sashed
waist. The sides of her breasts were clearly visible through the
arm holes, and when she bent over, several more parts of her
anatomy were revealed--the skirt rode up, providing a peek at her
pussy from the rear, the halter top fell away in front, providing
a full view of her tits, and the arm holes fell away also,
providing an equally full view from the sides. It was
scandalously pink and semi-transparent, enabling a hint of her
red nipples and, when the light shone through from the rear, a
hint of the outline of her pussy lips. She donned a pair of pink
high heels for the walk across the street. She would change to
pink deck shoes for the bike trip into town later.
"You will not be cuffed, gagged, blindfolded, or hobbled
today. You will provide your own bondage. You are to keep your
hands at your waist in front with your fingers interlaced just in
front of your body. Do not make any attempt to hold down your
skirt or to keep your top from hanging away from your body. The
only time you will be allowed to change hand positions is if you
reach away to examine an object your are considering buying, or
to hold on to the bike handlebars or to otherwise manage the
bike. If you do not obey, your wrists will be cuffed to the back
of your collar anytime you are not on the bike, and will be
cuffed to the handlebars when you're riding the bike. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Master."
Barry bundled up most her Penny's clothing into a duffel bag
and they left the room, walking toward the arena. They soon
passed the registration area, and continued down the road leading
out of the compound. Penny looked magnificent. Heads turned,
and comments were made. Barry smiled and Penny felt amazingly
proud. The wind was a bit gusty, and the short skirt whipped
around her hips flirtingly. It was easy for all passers-by to
get more than a glimpse of her pussy from both directions.
As they neared the 'flea' market, they were greeted by the
usual crowd of eager sellers, although this time, the crowd
seemed more male than female, and a bit more eager than usual.
The reason was obvious. Penny kept her hands where Barry had
commanded, and did nothing to prevent the wind from taking her
short skirt wherever it desired. Her total nudity underneath was
soon blatantly obvious to everyone in the throng which now
surrounded them, coaxing them to each one's individual stall.
Penny found the older teen boys most embarrassing. They followed
her, crouching down, even lying down, examining her from below as
she walked or stood. Barry did nothing except pretended to
ignore them. Frequently, she would feel a hand or finger
slipping through her crotch. She could do nothing to prevent it.
It would have required moving her hands. The boys and men
jockeyed for position at her sides and front whenever she bent
over to examine various articles.
The bartering session lasted more than two hours, with
virtually all of Penny's clothing gone. In return, they had a
lot of black coral items and a few wood carvings, in Jamaican
tradition. Penny was well examined, felt-up, totally humiliated
and embarrassed, and tremendously aroused by the time Barry
finally was ready for the bike trip into town. As they left the
'flea' market, they were taunted by invitations to come back--
real soon!
They returned to the room to leave the objects they had
'purchased,' and to allow Penny to change shoes. They returned
to the registration area and rented the bikes. The bike seat was
like a constant vibrating cock against Penny's slit and clit.
Her short skirt did little to conceal either her ass in back, or
her pussy in front. The wind constantly whipped it up over her
waist in front, and she could do nothing to pull it down again.
They exited the compound with Penny in a constant state of
exposure from the waist down, and in a constant state of
excitement as well! She found the idea of riding on the open
road with her pussy naked to all oncoming traffic very arousing!
They headed south toward the village. As they turned south, the
wind was to their back, and Penny's skirt, almost
disappointingly, flipped back over her lap. But the skirt
flipped up in back, exposing her ass to all traffic coming from
behind. Needless to say, several horns honked their approval
during the five-mile trip into town. On dismounting the bike
when they arrived in town, Penny could not help but notice that
the seat was very wet.
The shopping trip in town was much the same as the 'flea'
market shopping. The locals were very familiar with the Friday
'initiation' of the new slaves into more public self-revelations.
Crowds gathered quickly. Even though Penny found the continued
frequent display of her scantily-clad nudity increasingly
arousing, she became a bit nervous at the boldness of many of the
Jamaican men and older teen boys. They were much more aggressive
in their attempts to feel Penny's anatomy. Some even inserted a
bold finger into her pussy from the rear. One even cupped her
cunt from the front, quickly sliding a finger in and out of her
wet hole before becoming lost in the crowd. The local
constabulary was well-accustomed to the scene, and had been
handsomely paid off not to intrude, unless asked to do so by the
male companion of the initiate. Needless to say, things did not
progress to the point that Barry requested intervention. After
another couple of hours of making Penny endure their
manipulations, Barry led her back to the bikes with their
purchases.
The wind had not changed. Now it was coming from the front,
and the bike trip back was much harder, and took about twice as
long. The other part of the story is that now the front of
Penny's skirt was constantly flipped back over her waist, totally
exposing her pussy to all oncoming traffic again...for longer
than she had anticipated! The wind also played havoc with her
filmy halter top, whipping it around also. The last two miles,
Penny was riding virtually totally naked! Her skirt was above
her waist, and the both shoulders of the halter top had fallen
down to her elbows, totally exposing both breasts to all the
oncoming traffic. Cars even turned around behind them and again
in front to get a second look! Her humiliation, embarrassment,
and sense of arousal had never been greater. She truly enjoyed
the conflicting sensations she was feeling. Barry was obviously
pleased with her obedience not to cover herself at all. He felt
her training was basically complete if she could get back to the
compound without his having to cuff her hands to the bars. Penny
did not disappoint him!
That afternoon, Penny was allowed, for the first time, to
spend time on the beach without her bonds. She remained totally
naked the entire remainder of the afternoon, mixed with the other
slaves, was respectful and courteous to the other Masters, and
never tried to hide her nudity in any way.
"Is my training complete, now, Master? I do truly enjoy my
new role," Penny asked on returning to the room at the end of the
day.
"Not quite. We have tonight, but I believe you will find
the final ritual quite pleasant. It will be similar to that
which you have endured today, but a bit more intimate and
pleasurable. Tonight is the end-of-the-week dance night. First
we will have a romantic dinner, then we will go dancing."
Barry went into the bathroom to finish dressing. When he
came out, he was wearing a black leather pouch over his genitals,
a black vest, and black sandals. Penny found herself looking
forward to the evening with a heightened anticipation of
pleasure.
Penny was led into the arena by the leash on her collar
earlier than usual, totally naked except for black high heels,
hands cuffed to the rear of the green collar as usual. However,
this time she was in time for dinner--the first time since the
first night when her 'education' started. Her hands were
uncuffed, and the leash was removed. The other Masters and
slaves were in various stages of dress and undress, but the
general style seemed a bit more dressy than usual. She and Barry
were led to a table in the front row of the arena and were
allowed to dine along 'in the spotlight.' Penny found it
strangely romantic. Her nudity had long ceased to bother her--at
least it didn't bother her here any longer. In fact, it would
have seemed strange to her if she had had any clothing on at
night in the arena now.
Following dinner, the club manager took the floor.
"Tonight, we have a new slave in our midst. It will be up to you
to determine if she has performed admirably enough to earn
membership for her and her Master. Penny, please rise and accept
the decision of The Pavilion membership."
Penny rose in all her majestic nakedness to face her
trainers and judges.
"All in favor of acceptance--let your wishes be known!"
The audience erupted in cheers and applause!
"All opposed."
Not a sound.
"Barry, congratulations. You have done quite a job here.
She is magnificent. You are the envy of every Master here. You
will both be welcome often. Penny--I will now remove the green
collar of the initiate slave and replace it with a purple collar.
The purple collar connotes full membership. You may even be
called on to help with a future initiate. However, there remain
two more traditions. First, you must dance naked with all the
Masters with your hands bound to the back of your new collar to
remind you that, although you are no longer an initiate slave,
you are still a slave, nonetheless. You will notice that all the
music is for slow dancing only. The final step I will leave to
Barry to relate later in the evening."
The club manager turned Penny around and removed her green
collar, replacing it with the purple one. He then clipped both
wrists to the back of the collar. Her leash was left off.
"Maestro, let the music begin!"
Penny stood bound and naked in the spotlight in the center
of the dance floor. Soon all the Masters and slaves were on the
floor. Barry took her in his arms and had the first dance. He
played with her everywhere openly and in view of the other
dancers. He stroked her breasts as he danced, and rubbed her
crotch alternately with his leg and leather pouch. Soon, the
cutting-in started. One after the other of the Masters made
their way to Penny. This time the groping was not fleeting or
done slyly. It was blunt, open, and deliberately slow. Each
Master with whom she danced held her fast while kissing her
breasts or fondling her pussy and hole. More than one Master
even managed to slide fingers of one hand into her asshole while
sliding fingers of the other hand into her pussy. Then they would
dance that way for several minutes! She was passed from one
Master to another for about two hours non-stop. Less than a week
ago, she would have been screaming and struggling to escape such
total degrading humiliation. Now she was enjoying it and
becoming aroused. By the time the dance was over, she was VERY
AROUSED!!
"Masters and slaves, we now come to the last ritual. The
celebration of Penny's new role with her Master must be
consummated with her in that role. Let us all go to the window
outside Barry and Penny's room.
Penny's leash was reattached, and she was led to the room.
Once in the room, her hands were uncuffed, and her leash was
removed. Barry tenderly laid her down on the bed, and attached
each wrist to a corner of the bedhead.
"May I ask a question, Master?"
"Yes."
"What is going to happen?"
"We are going to make love with everyone watching from
outside the window. Many people have participated in your
training, but only I may fuck you now. Everyone else must have
my permission. This is the consummation of our new marriage. It
is only fitting that it be as public as your training."
Barry lifted both ankles in succession and attached them to
the corresponding wrist at the head of the bed. The resulting
position was such that Penny's legs were spread wide over her
head, her breasts and gaping pussy completely exposed to the
crowd outside. Even in her new role, she found a renewed sense
of humiliation and shame at being so flagrantly exposed. She
also knew Barry would cause her to reveal sexual responses that
she had not revealed even to the audience over the past week.
They her seen her climax numerous times, but not like Barry could
elicit! She had longed for his lovemaking all week. She had
anticipated different conditions. But she realized that this was
her new role. She would have private moments, but there also
would be the equally exciting public ones. It was comforting to
know that the decision of which was totally in Barry's hands in
any given moment.
After tying Penny, Barry removed all his clothing. He
started slowly, kissing and licking her already overstimulated
nipples. He progressed down to her abdomen, to her waiting
pussy. He continued his teasing tongue past her clit to her wet
slit, flicking up and down rapidly, causing her hips to begin
bucking. She soon lost all realization of the audience, and
became lost in her own lust for his touch. He continued down
across her asshole, gently teasing the puckered opening, and
coming back up quickly to begin sucking and biting her clit
directly. She lost all control at this point, and began moaning
and crying out in total ecstasy.
Barry straddled her face, and continued to suck and lick her
clit and slit. His engorged cock hung right over her mouth. She
took the head and began to tongue it lovingly, gradually moving
to encompass the shaft with her wet lips. The alternate
stimulations of her circling tongue and sliding wet lips along
the shaft soon brought Barry to the brink. He wanted to come in
her pussy, not her mouth, and quickly withdrew.
He changed position, lying beside her and stimulating her
with the fingers of one hand on her pussy and fingers of the
other under her ass and curled up to tickle her asshole. He
rubbed her clit rapidly, while flicking the fingers of the other
hand in and out of her puckered hole. Penny soon felt the swell
of her climax in her loins, and held in mid-air for what seemed
like hours until it finally subsided.
With her clit now at maximum sensitivity, Barry moved around
to enter her wet cunt with one massive stroke! She shuddered as
another climax hit her with his first entry! He began pumping up
and down as wave after wave flowed over her. The audience knew
instantly that it was viewing the best show of the week. They
had a full view of Penny's pussy held high in the air as Barry's
cock slammed in and out! They soon had a final tumultuous climax
together, which consummated their new relationship to the
satisfaction of the membership, and in keeping with the symbolic
traditions of The Pavilion.

The next morning, the jumbo jet was once again lumbering
over Cuban airspace en route to Miami. A different Penny was
snuggling next to a very happy Barry. The relationship was
certainly sensed by the other passengers, who could scarcely take
their eyes off the couple. Of course, it could have been due to
the dress Penny was wearing. It was the pink coverup she had
worn the day before! Almost nothing was hidden from the almost
constant gaze of the other passengers and male attendants. She
would have gone naked if Barry had asked! And he would have,
except he was afraid they would never have been allowed on the
plane, much less through customs. Penny would be very content to
fulfill Barry's outrageous demands of her in her new subservient
role. She also looked forward to their next trip to THE
PAVILION.

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Kim was a senior vice-president of a stock brokerage firm in
New York City. She had attained such a high position in part by
playing the part of the consummate, castrating bitch. No one in
the office had been able to successfully challenge her. One
thing
was certain, she did NOT get where she was by sleeping her way to
the top. She was determined to make herself successful by using
her brains, not her body, although her body WAS gorgeous. She
was
envied by every woman in the office and was the unsuccessful lust
object of virtually every man in the office.

She usually dressed very conservatively, wanting to make the
point that, although she had numerous assets, they were not to be
considered in the business world. Her assets were, however,
difficult to ignore. She was medium build, about 5'5", 120 lbs,
about 35-22-35, with legs far longer than anyone deserved--and
magnificently tapered to small ankles which were usually atop at
least 3" heels. When she walked, her long, blond hair swished
side-to-side to match her hips. Her breasts were large and well
formed. Although they were large, they did not dangle downward.
They pointed almost straight out from her body with only the
slightest downward direction. Her areolae were silver-dollar
sized, and her nipples were large to match. The nipples and
areola
had an accentuated contour of their own, and gently rounded out
away from the rest of the gentle curve of her breasts. She was
VERY PROUD of her magnificent breasts. She considered these the
best of a number of her tremendous assets. She ALWAYS wore a
bra!!

However, Kim was bored. She longed for a secret change in
her
life. She was tired of being the bossy bitch, but wanted to
remain
in control of her business life. Her solution was to advertise
in
the Village Voice for a "master" to take control of her personal
life, but not her professional life. She wanted to be secretly
dominated, but under her conditions, of course.

About a week after placing the ad, she received a call at
the
office from a man who called himself "WHIP." She reluctantly
took
the call, to find that he was answering her ad. She was excited,
but concerned about how he could call her at work when her ad
only
listed her home number.

"Don't concern yourself with trivia! If you want to do my
bidding, you do not question my methods! It should prove to you
that I know who you are, and have means at my disposal to observe
you at all times. From now on, it is not your role to question,
merely to obey! You will receive a package today at the office.
While still in your office, you are to remove all your clothing
including your pantyhose and underwear, and put on what is in the
package. You may then put back on the beige heels you now wear,
but nothing else! NO BRA, NO PANTYHOSE, NO PANTIES--NOTHING!!
Inside the box will also be a set of instructions as to what you
are to do next. Do EXACTLY what the instructions say. I will be
observing you. If you do not follow the instructions, you will
never hear from me again!" He hung up.

Kim was both angered and excited. She realized that her
panties were soaked before the conversation ended. It was about
10:30 a.m. She waited expectantly.

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At the end of the row of desks, she had to turn with her
back
to the windows briefly to turn a corner to the elevators. The
people on the last row got a full backlight frontal view of her
supple curves, and perhaps even a glimpse of pussy hair between
her
legs as she walked. She knew the image she presented oozed sex!
Kim had never felt so embarrassed and out of control. The
elevator
opened, and Kim entered. She was thankful that no one else was
in
the elevator. It gave her a chance to compose herself. She
opened
her purse, took out a kleenex, and wiped her moist cunt with it
so
the juices would not run down her leg. The kleenex wiping across
her clit suddenly sprang her senses into reality. She had no
idea
she was so excited. One or two passes with the kleenex, and she
almost came in the elevator. She quickly put the kleenex back
into
her purse just before the elevator stopped on the ground floor.

Kim walked out of the building and onto the street. She
felt
totally naked and unprotected. Her tits continued to bounce
suggestively. There was a light breeze, but no real wind.
However, chiffon does strange things. A light breeze may be a
hurricane in disguise when it hits chiffon. As Kim stood on the
street hailing a taxi, the breeze caught her skirt and blew it up
almost to her crotch. She instinctively caught it and held it
down. Then she remembered her instructions, gritted her teeth,
took a deep breath, and slowly moved her hands away from her
skirt.
Again the breeze flirted with her hem, and Kim again began to
feel
the excitement of her exhibitionism build.

Suddenly, just as she stretched on tiptoe to hail a cab, the
wind hit her skirt and blew it to her waist. She realized that
those behind had a clear view of the curves of her magnificent
ass
and pussy hair between her legs as she stretched, legs slightly
apart, as she went up on tiptoe, one arm out to her side and the
other straight up in the air to hail the taxi. She was totally
on
display and unable physically or mentally to cover herself. She
was even more aware that those in front had a clear frontal view
of
her blonde patch, pink pussy lips, and clit which was now totally
erect with excitement. Although mortified, Kim obeyed her
instructions and did nothing to reduce the extent of her display.

The wind seemed to hold her skirt there for an eternity, but it
was
only for a few brief seconds. She felt as if she were all naked
legs, tits, ass, and pussy on display for all to see. She was
right!! A cab screeched to a halt, and Kim quickly got in,
remembering to lift her skirt. She let out a small cry as her
bare
ass touched the cold leather seat of the cab. The cabbie seemed
unduly interested in his passenger until they finally reached the
Museum of Art.

Kim paid the cabbie and got out. Although the wind had died
down, she had to climb the three flights of stairs to the
entrance
of the museum. She felt the stares of everyone climbing the
stairs. behind her. She was sure that the cheeks of her ass, if
not her
Her entire pussy, was on display to those climbing after her.
She
entered the building and had to climb another, steeper flight of
stairs to the second floor of the south wing of the building
where
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"You will go to the 15th floor and exit the elevator. Go
immediately to room 1501. When you arrive at the door, you will
turn and face down the hallway towards the elevator. You will
immediately remove your dress regardless of who is in the hallway
with you at the time. You will remain facing toward the elevator
while you do this, with your full frontal nakedness totally
exposed
to whoever may come down the hallway. You will leave the dress
on
the floor. You will leave the shoes on. Only after the dress is
off may you look for the key in your purse. You will take the
key
and open the door, turn with your back to the elevator, spread
your
legs, and bend over from the waist to pick up the dress. In
doing
this, you will make your legs, pussy, and asshole visible to
anyone
in the hallway as well as the frontal view they will have already
had. You will then enter the room, place the "do not disturb"
sign
on the outside knob, and close the door. Regardless of the
situation you find yourself in, you must remain calm and give the
appearance of self-assuredness throughout your self-exposure.
Once
inside, you will not deadbolt the door, simply allow it to shut.
You will notice the drapes closed. DO NOT open them! You will
find additional instructions on the television in the room.
FOLLOW
THEM EXACTLY! I WILL BE OBSERVING YOU!!"

Kim nervously exited the elevator and turned the corner
toward
room 1503. She gratefully realized that no one was in the
hallway
in either direction to witness her pending self-exposure. She
arrived at 1503, faced down the hallway toward the elevator, and
reached up to unbutton her halter. It fell away, exposing her
pert
breasts. She glanced about nervously, and proceeded to start
unbuttoning the rest of the dress. She heard the elevator "ding"
and heard voices!! Two men came around the corner about 50 yards
down the hallway. She was in full view! There was no way they
could miss the show now! She halted, then continued hastily.
She
remembered the instructions about self-assuredness, and slowed
her
fingers, her embarrassment heightening.

With the men about 30 yards away, the dress fell to the
floor,
giving them a full view of her breasts, curves, and blond pussy.
Her statuesque figure with the 3" heels was breath-taking. She
could see the desire and astonishment on the men's faces, as
their
pace quickened. She reached in the purse. She could not
immediately find the key! Finally, after what seemed to be
hours,
her fingers found the key and she inserted it into the lock. It
did not unlock!! Terror mounting, she reinserted it again. This
time, the green light came on! Kim slowly turned with her back
to
the men, parted her legs with her knees about a good foot apart,
and bent over from the waist to retrieve her dress. This gave
the
still approaching men a full-length view of her pink pussy lips,
protruding clit, open and now-glistening tunnel, and brown
puckered
asshole before scooping up her dress and entering the room. She
managed to put out the "do not disturb" sign and close the door
just as the men passed the door. She heard a single comment,
"Magnificent show!!" Kim was dying inside of embarrassment and
ready to come with excitement.

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He continued, "Well, perhaps not IN the office, but
certainly
with the office as your largest audience to date. They have been
clued as to the show which is now about to begin. The opening of
the drapes was the cue. You were the only one in the office "in
the dark" so to speak. But that is OK. YOU ARE TO BE THE
STAR!!"
I am to be known to you only as "master." You will address me as
such when I allow you to speak at all."

Now it was certain. All the office staff knew exactly who
was
on the bed. Who was on display. Who was to be the star of the
show! Kim noticed that the windows were quickly filling with
curious onlookers from her office. Most of them she knew and
despised. All of them despised her, and she was sure they would
enjoy the show. Well, she would show them. She would remain
rigid
and unresponsive, no matter what. No man was going to get the
best
of her!

Her "master" pulled Kim down on the bed until her knees
rested
over the brass foot of the bed, with her lower legs dangling
unceremoniously over the edge. The chains holding her wrists to
the bed head were barely long enough to allow this amount of
stretching. And stretched she was! Her arms were absolutely
straight and spread widely out and up. Her breasts, while
impossible to flattened against her chest, were stretched to
their
limits as well. She could feel her wide nipples stand erect with
anticipation. He picked up a short chain and attached one end to
her right ankle cuff and the other end to the bottom of the brass
foot of the bed. Now Kim was totally restrained.

The "crucifix" position in which she now found herself was
symbolic of the finality of her captive and vulnerable situation.

She shuddered in anticipation of the unknown that was about to
happen. He disconnected her left ankle chain, drawing her foot
as
wide as he could to the left, and reattached it with another
short
chain to the bottom rail of the brass foot just on the outside of
one of the smaller vertical posts. Then he released her right
ankle, and reattached it in a similar position to the right. He
added straps to her knees, binding them to the top railing and
around a vertical post of the brass foot. Her legs were not only
spread, she could not turn at all now. She was spreadeagle in an
accentuated, stretched "X" position on the bed. The wide angle
of
her legs caused her skirt to ride up high on her thighs to the
point that she could no longer be sure her pussy was still
covered.
At any rate, she was certain that her pussy was gaping widely
now.
She could feel her cunt lips part as her legs had been widely
splayed, and could feel the moistness of her love tunnel trickle
down the crack of her ass. Her clit was throbbing for attention.

She was slowly dying of embarrassment and humiliation. She tried
to struggle, but realized that she would only add to the
amusement
of the crowd. She found it hard to comprehend what might happen
next. Here she was, bound spreadeagle, barely covered at all,
and
totally at the mercy of a stranger who had complete control over
her body. BUT NOT HER MIND! She MUST remain in control of her
emotions. She lied perfectly still.

"Well, Kim. It's time to get the show started. We cannot
proceed with the main instrument of the show still covered. We
must now reveal your charms to the audience so they can properly
appreciate their response during the show which is to follow."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Kim uttered, more mentally than verbally.
The only sounds that escaped from her mouth were soft mewing
sounds. She shook her head from side to side frantically, and
uselessly. He simply couldn't expose her to the office staff.
But
she knew he would! She regained her composure and stiffened her
resolve, realizing that there was no way to save herself from
this
indignity. But she would be stoic at any cost.

She felt his fingers behind her neck slowly undoing the
buttons of the halter top. She expected him to take down the
halter, but he did not. With the neck now undone, he left the
halter in place, still barely covering her magnificent breasts.
He
then slowly began to unfasten the buttons in the front of the
dress--ever so maddeningly slowly!!--and surprisingly gently! He
did not allow the dress to fall away as he undid the buttons. He
slowly worked his way down the top of her tummy, across her
navel,
down-down the lower abdomen, softly across her gaping blonde
patch,
and finally to the bottom of the hem of the skirt. The dress was
now completely undone, simply lying over her as the only wisp of
protection between her bound, totally nude, and gapingly exposed
body and the onlooking throng in the office building across the
street.

"Now for the first part of the show, Kim. I am going to
open
the dress completely from top to bottom and display you to the
audience as I have seen fit. When I expose you, you shall lift
your ass off the bed so that I may remove the dress from under
you.
This will also give the audience a much better view of your open
cunt."

Kim was horrified at what was about to happen! But she knew
it WOULD happen!! She closed her eyes and stiffened. Suddenly,
without warning, he grabbed both sides of the front of the dress
and rapidly whisked them apart. The two halves of the chiffon
dress parted in one quick motion from her breasts to the hem,
falling from side to side, leaving all her charms suddenly
totally
exposed to the protruding eyes of hundreds of office workers in
one
split second.

Kim opened her eyes to stare into the faces of silently
clapping and quiet shouting from across the street. THEY LOVED
HER
HUMILIATION! Then she saw IT!! A VIDEO CAMERA WITH A TELEPHOTO
LENS AIMED DIRECTLY AT HER!! A new wave of desperation came over
her! Not only was she on public display, but a video camera was
directed at her exposed cunt. Not only were her charms and
reactions to be on display, they would be recorded! The tape
could
be copied and distributed for the pleasure of anyone who desired
a
copy!

"SO BE IT", she thought. Defiantly, she raised her hips as
instructed, right at the camera lens. She could see the
increased
demonstrations of pleasure at her predicament from the onlookers
as
she pointed her gaping cunt high towards them. She felt the
dress
being removed, and she slowly, provocatively lowered her hips
back
to the bed and tried to relax. Once again, she remained stoic.

"Kim, I know that by nature you are in control. I shall
change that. I have already controlled your body. You WANTED me
to control your body. Now, I believe you have determined that I
WILL NOT control your mind. I shall prove you wrong. You have
no
choice but to be displayed for all to see. But I will also cause
you to abandon your control over your emotions as well. You will
react to my every touch. You will thrash and scream totally out
of
control. You will become a reflex animal with no concern for who
sees you or how exposed your private reactions become. I will
play
your magnificent body like a fine musical instrument. The tone
and
quality of the music you produce will be totally a function of
which keys I press and how I press them!"

This was the final straw. THIS, KIM COULD NOT ACCEPT. She
simply would prove him wrong!

"Resist as long as you can, Kim. It only causes me
excitement. I love training wild animals. I love playing
musical
instruments. And I love an audience. Incidentally, Although you
cannot hear the audience, they can hear everything I say, and
everything you try to say. They will hear my instructions and
your
responses over loudspeakers set up in the office." He looked
toward the building. "Everyone clap now."

Kim looked up and saw everyone clapping at once. How much
more humiliation could she endure? She would find out! Her
"master" moved to the side of the foot of the bed.

She felt his hands start at her left ankle and slowly move
upwards, feeling the smooth silkiness of her legs at every inch.
Kim cringed in silence. He stopped at the back of her knee and
stroked back and forth slowly, and proceeded upward toward her
outstretched crotch. She gritted her teeth against the penis gag
and closed her eyes tightly in anticipation of his hands against
her gaping sex. It did not happen! As his hands neared her most
secret parts, they left, only to return at her right ankle and
start again with the exact same motion. This time, as he neared
her privates, his hands moved to her flat, stretched abdomen, and
slowly moved from side to side upward across her navel, upper
abdomen, lower chest, closer and closer to her magnificent rose-
tipped mounds. Her breathing quickened as she began to sweat.
His
hands stroked up the sides of her breasts, across the tops and
onwards, slowly up her tightly bound arms to gently touch her
fingertips. On the way down, he lightly touched and stroked her
cheeks.

She was feeling herself give way to his gentleness. She
could
not believe that he didn't simply do it. She was beginning to
WANT
him to just DO IT and get it over with. But he was living true
to
his promise to play her like a fine instrument--slowly--gently.
But he would never gain control, she told herself, hoping she
could
continue to keep the promise to herself.

As his hands left her face, they slowly moved to her milky
mounds. This time they did not avoid their target. Kim felt him
violate the sanctity of her most precious assets. His hands
began
by gently stroking the sides of her breasts as before, then
slowly
began to move in slow circles around their fullness, the circles
becoming smaller and smaller until he was gently stroking and
flicking directly across her nipples. The sensation was slowly
driving her to arousal in spite of her attempts to remain
insensitive. Then the hands began to gently knead the breasts,
squeezing and letting go, moving in circles, kneading and letting
go. Kim began to moan as best she could beneath the gag. Her
eyes
opened and looked down as her nipples were grasped solidly
between
thumb and forefinger and SQUEEZED HARD!!

"AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!" Kim tried to scream, but again,
sounded
only like MEWS emerging from the gag! She struggled to get away
from the intense pain coming from her nipples. She could imagine
the pleasure felt by the audience at her torment. She looked up
to
see a clapping, shouting, silent audience.

After what seemed to be an eternity, her nipples were
released, and the slow wave of the after-shock of the pain of
sudden release hit her anew. His hands slowly slid down, down
toward her sex. She knew the moment of total humiliation was at
hand. His fingers slowly slid over her blonde patch and down
between her legs.

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Now only his right hand was at work. Fingers toyed with her
pussy lips, slid down to her vaginal opening and back up across
her
center cleft towards her clit. She quickened her breathing again
and began to moan and struggle as his fingers finally reached her
throbbing, erect clit. He gently brushed back and forth across
the
nubbin. He paused to part her pussy lips so the clit was totally
exposed. It was in such a state of excitement that it was
protruding from its sheath and was remarkably swollen. He knew
it
must be at maximum sensitivity. He gently moved his index finger
down again, slowly inserting it into her hot, quivering tunnel
all
the way to the knuckles of his hand. He stroked the insides of
the
love tunnel around and around, up and down. Kim was beginning to
buck involuntarily now. His fingers left again, this time wet
with
pussy juices, and again approached her swollen clit. He
moistened
the clit and renewed his attack by flicking and stroking right on
the exposed nub.

"NNGGGGG, NGGGG, NNNNGGGGGG!!!," was about all Kim could get
past the gag. She had abandoned all pretense of control. She
felt
the waves of impending climax begin to swell within her breasts
and
loins. He was truly expert, and was driving her mad with desire!

The oogling office staff couldn't have been more pleased. She
saw
faces pressed to the window and binoculars began to appear to get
a better close-up view of her displayed sex and tits. Then, just
as the climax was about to hit and give her release, the hands
vanished!! Kim continued to thrash as best she could, pleading,
begging beneath the mask--all to no avail!

Suddenly, a new sensation. She felt fingers on the soles of
her feet--dancing wildly--TICKLING WILDLY. Kim simply had not
anticipated this!! No one knew this secret. She was terrible
ticklish--everywhere. An now her most ticklish places were
exposed
and totally available to his dancing fingers. She couldn't stand
it. BUT SHE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO STAND IT!! She jerked her feet
wildly within the limitations of their restraints. The
sensations
were maddening, and there was no escape!! Then she felt the
dancing fingers traveling up her legs, driving her to new heights
of intolerance. He gently stroked the backs of her knees,
differently than before, now more gently, faster, maddeningly.
Then on to the insides of her thighs, flicking over her belly.

Finally, Kim felt the fingers slowly work themselves up
towards her most ticklish spots--her ribs and sides of her
breasts.
She began to buck wildly as the dancing fingers played her ribs
like a harp--up and down, back and forth under her breasts,
around
her breasts, down to her belly, back up. She was going mad. She
couldn't stand it. She couldn't breath. Her eyes bugged wildly.

Her hands and arms grabbed at the air for something--anything to
grab hold of. She could only shriek silently into her gag,
begging
him only in her mind where NOT to go next!

"AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!!! Not my RIBS. AH-AH-AH-AAIIIIEEEEE!!!
Not
my TI-TI-TIIIIIITTSSAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!! No! No! NO MORE!!
AAAAIIIIEEEE!!" she shrieked through the muffling gag. But she
knew that only she could hear her pleas. His dancing hands kept
on
for what seemed to Kim to be forever. Her bucking and grasping
caused delight in the audience.
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Kim's legs were left splayed widely apart, with her feet
high
in the air straight back just past her head. She looked down to
see her gaping pussy facing up toward her audience. She wiggled
wildly. She could imagine the view she presented. Her bald
pussy,
gaping cunt, AND NOW HER VIRGIN ASSHOLE WAS ON FULL DISPLAY AS
WELL!! NO ONE HAD EVER SEEN HER ASSHOLE!! Her "master" then
attached a new strap across Kim's hips and attached each end down
to the lower end of each foot corner post. This effectively
prevented Kim from bending her knees and trying to cover herself
at
all. Kim saw the ever-present camera getting a full frame view
of
her totally displayed cunt and asshole!!

New pulleys, new devices. Thin wires were placed over four
new pulleys, two on each side. Funny devices were attached to
the
ends of the wires. The wires went up to one pulley, across to
the
other on the same side, and down. Suddenly, Kim knew what the
devices were!! They were CLAMPS--TIT CLAMPS!! She had seen the
disgusting things in magazines! NOT ON HER!!

"Yes, Kim--ON YOU!!" It was as if he read her mind, sensed
her terror! He grabbed one nipple and squeezed hard! He slowly
opened the clamp, placed it over her nipple, and let go!

Kim bucked wildly. The pain was the most intense she had
felt! Wild mewings escaped anew from her gag. She thrashed
about
as wildly as she could. Anything to get the thing off her tit!!
Then she felt him grab the other nipple. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" she
silently screamed into her gag. The other nipple felt the same
torture as the first, and a new wave of terror swept over the
captive blonde. Slowly, the pain subsided somewhat. Gradually,
Kim began to wonder what the other end was for. Just then, she
felt his hands on her pussy lips, and SHE KNEW!!

The pain of the first clamp was on her left lip, then her
right. She started to struggle, then realized that the more she
struggled, the more intense the pain in both her pussy and tits.
The clamps were attached to the wires by short springs. Tension
in
one end caused tension in the other. The only thing Kim could do
to reduce the pain was to raise her hips up as far as the
restraining strap would allow. That was about 8". But it was
enough for her to feel a difference. But her "master" wasn't
finished yet.

Kim saw him between her legs. Her gaping pussy invited his
attentions. He again began stroking her center slit. His
fingers
moved rapidly up and down, flicking her swollen clit, entering
her
tunnel to stroke the side walls, driving her passion up to new
heights once again. Then she felt his finger in a new place. He
was using his wet finger to gently stroke the area directly
around
her virgin asshole!! A new sense of humiliation came over her!!
NO
one had EVER TOUCHED HER THERE!! She knew what he had in mind,
and
knew that nothing he had demanded of her yet would equal that
kind
of humiliation. But she also knew she would feel it! As his
other
finger continued to play with her sex, she relaxed her rectal
sphincter in a wave of pleasure and felt his finger slip in
through
her ass. The sensation was at once mortifying and pleasurable.
The mounting wave of pending climax was immediately heightened in
a way she had never before felt. Then the f than anyone's
wildest expectations. It would not be her last. He
would continue the training when he finally released her from her
current torture at 5:00.


PUNISHED IN PUBLIC

Part 1

The cell was stark and dim. Cindy was terrified and totally
alone. Her world ended at the concrete wall just beyond the bars
which stared daringly at her and mocked her terror. She was
considered beautiful..short black hair, blue eyes, a pert nose,
thick, red, moist lips. Her body was covered from shoulders to
ankles in the standard dress for the women, a sheer white long
tunic with a leather belt. Although her feminine assets could be
partly hidden by arranging the folds of the tunic just so, it was
obvious that her breasts were full and firm, her waist narrow,
her
hips and ass trim and well-rounded. Her legs were very long and
well-tapered and her ankles thin. Arranging the folds
appropriately to hide her charms was difficult, because her hands
had been tied behind her and attached to a metal ring in back of
the leather belt which cinched her waist. She trembled at the
possibilities which raged through her mind.

In her early 30s, Cindy was still unmarried, but no stranger
to sex. She had been reared in a rather modest home, and was not
accustomed to performing "unnatural" sex acts, or even having sex
more than once or twice a year...and never in the light...and
never
with anyone "experienced." In fact, she really was too ashamed
of
her voluptuous body and the feelings which it aroused within her
to
allow herself to actually enjoy sex at all.

She had been drugged and captured in a parking lot only two
days earlier. She had awakened to find her expensively tailored
business attire had been removed by unknown persons, and she
found
herself naked under the tunic which she now wore. cindy
shuddered
as she realized that she had no idea whose eyes had feasted on
her
nudity. She wondered what liberties had been taken during her
period of unconsciousness.

She had no idea exactly where she was, but she knew she was
at
the mercy of a cult of sex slavers. Cindy had been "given" to
one
of several "trainers" whose job seemed to be to train new captive
girls in the codes of conduct expected by their captors. She had
steadfastly refused the most basic demands of her new slave
trainer. Such refusals, she had been sternly warned, would bring
unmentionable punishments.

Her refusals had resulted in her being bound and placed into
her cell to await trial. TRIAL...a JOKE!! Her only role in the
"trial" was to be taken for sentencing after judgement had been
decided.

Her mind began to reflect on the events earlier in the day.
After refusing the demands of her trainer, her hands were bound,
and she was thrown into the care of a cadre of other female
"trustees." They promptly took the hapless captive into a
"preparation chamber where her hands were freed, and she was told
to strip naked. She again refused. Her hands were rebound
behind
her, and the sheer tunic was crudely ripped from her body. She
was
examined and her ravishing sexuality was carefully described in
the
most vulgar of terms.

"Look at what lovely tits she has...milky white!"

"Yes, but the nipples are a bit pale. We'll have to give
them
a bit of color, don't you think?"

"Of course, but that'll be easy.""

"Look how flat her tummy is, and what a neat bush of pussy
hair she has. Pity she can't keep it."

At that remark, Cindy shuddered. The prospect of having her
pussy shaved nude and completely exposed was beyond her
comprehension. However, she quickly decided that the smart thing
to do for now was to remain silent.

"Her legs are so long and slim. Look how there is a small
triangle at the top, even when her legs are touching at her
knees!!
You can see her cunt through it ever so clearly!"

I bet you can see her cunt from the rear when she bends
over.
Let's see!"

Cindy was embarrassingly forced to keep her knew together as
she was bent forward at the waist. Her face was beet red.

"Look! You CAN see her cunt through her legs. Isn't her
ass
a beauty? Her cheeks are SOOO tight and firm. And her ASSHOLE--
its so-so-so TIGHT and PUCKERED! Makes me want to LICK it here
and
now!!"

At that, the hapless captive stood straight up and howled.

"NOOOOOOOO--you mustn't do that . It's-it's-INDECENT to do
things like that to a girl--especially by other girls!!"

"Far worse than that'll be done to you before they're
through
with you, for sure."

With that, they untied her hands from the back, and retied
them to a hook in front which was attached to a pulley system
hanging from the ceiling. Her feet were shackled to two widely-
spaced rings in the floor. Then one of the tormentors tightened
the rope against the pulley. Cindy's hands were drawn high and
tight against her shackled ankles, so that her chest, abdomen,
legs, and loins were stretched taught. The position was racking,
but quite effective. Cindy's pussy lips were gaping wide and her
clit pertly protruded out of its hooded sheath as if to take a
peek
past the clouded veil of false protection of the soft, dark pussy
hair. Cindy knew she would die of shame, but her struggles to
cover her most intimate parts were useless. She then remembered
that the only ones to see her helpless spectacle so far were the
three female "trustee" slaves. SO FAR!! She panicked anew when
she realized that her predicament rendered her helpless and
totally
available to the gaze and desires of ANYONE who might decide to
walk into the room!! The thought brought renewed futile
struggles
against her bonds. Cindy finally abandoned all hope of changing
her position, and awaited her fate with silent outrage.

The preparation was at once both sensual and humiliating.
She
was bathed head to toe with sponges of soap and water. The
bathing
was slow and methodical. The slaves spent time gently caressing
her breasts and nipples with the sponges. As the sponges moved
slowly lower, the captive girl felt her breathing quicken and her
muscles stiffen.

"PLEASE! Not my PUBIC area!!"

"What do you call it, slave?" asked one of the bathers.

"M-my pubic area."

"I call it your CUNT! SAY it!"

"That's so VULGAR! I can't!"

"SAY IT!!"

"M-m-my c-cunt. Oh. OOOOOOOOHHHH NOOOOO!! PLEASE DON'T WASH
ME TH-TH-THHHHEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRREAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

The taught captive was pleading, panting, sweating, and
totally without composure. The onslaught continued until the
bathers were satisfied.

It took a long, long time!

As a last indignity, the bathers completely shaved off all
pussy hair from the captive girl. They were kinder now. they
avoided stimulating the clit at all, but in the process of
putting
on the shaving cream, shaving, and cleaning after, "accidental"
stimulation would occasionally occur, bringing spontaneous
struggles and pleading from the captive. After perfuming, doing
the captive's hair, and dressing her in a new tunic similar to
her
first one, the "trustees" took Cindy's hands down and again tied
them behind her back, attaching them to the new leather belt
which
again cinched her waist. Her feel were unshackled, and she was
led
to her cell where she now awaited the pronouncement of her
sentence.

As she awaited her fate, the sexual novice was aware of her
freshly-rouged nipples which were now standing erect because of
the
stimulation of the tunic which partly covered them. She was
painfully aware of her pussy--now shaved and totally exposed in a
way ever bit as shameful as she had imagined, and covered only by
the careless folds of the sheer tunic. But mostly, Cindy had
become aware of a new and more terrifying feeling--a feeling
worse
than just being bound and helpless and totally exposed. It is
the
awareness of being powerless to do anything but endure whatever
sensation anyone might wish to inflict! Defenses are abandoned.
Sensitivities are heightened. Time looses meaning. The
rebellion
of the mind and body mean nothing. Desperate efforts to remove
the
offensive stimulus mean nothing. One must simply endure totally
without control. A girl in such a predicament is Totally sexual!
Totally pain! Totally ticklish! All tits, pussy! Totally female!
Totally helpless! TOTALLY VULNERABLE!! Cindy wondered which was
worse, the sentence itself, or her anticipation of the sentence.

Somehow, she knew that the preparation was nothing compared to
what
awaited her. Her darkest fantasies could not begin to grasp the
insults to her secret senses which would be her sentence.

-----------------------Continued in Part II

PUNISHED IN PUBLIC

Part 2

Suddenly, she heard the clanging of metal and the loud
thumping of boots on the concrete floor beyond her view. Two
muscular hooded men appeared at her cell. Besides the hoods,
they
wore only heavy leather boots and leather loin pouches.

"Cindy IT IS TIME. You will come with us--NOW!!

The shackled girl crouched in the far corner of her cell in
sheer desperation. She thought that somehow if she hid in the
corner, it would all go away. The men opened the cell door,
walked
in, easily picked up the outraged girl by each of her chained
arms,
and drug her down the hall to the chamber. As she looked through
the window, she discovered it was night outside.

"The Chamber" was a rather benign name for it. It was a
terrifying place. The room was large, about the size of a church
sanctuary, and was filled with people. Cindy recognized no one.
The men were dressed the same as her captors. The women were
dressed as herself. Only her guards and the "Judge" were hooded.

She was dragged before the bench--and the "Judge."

"Cindy, you have been found guilty of crimes against the
cult.
Do you now wish to recant and perform the tasks demanded of you?"

"You mean, allow him to place his-his m-member in my mouth
and
use it like it were m-m-my---"

"Your CUNT!? Of course! That is EXACTLY what I mean. If
you
recant, and allow him to put his COCK--that's what it is called--
into your mouth, and you perform well by licking and sucking and
loving his COCK so that he comes in your mouth before all
assembled
here, you will not be punished further."

"And if I refuse again?"

"You will be punished, Cindy. I cannot tell you what your
punishment will be until you choose. I can tell you that it will
be most unpleasant for you. I will not deceive you bout the
severity of your punishment."

"Nothing could be more unpleasant than what you demand!
Surely you are decent people. Do with me as you please. I will
not submit voluntarily to such humiliation!"

"So be it! Since embarrassment and humiliation seem to be
what you dread the most, that will be your punishment. Tomorrow
morning you will be taken to the conclave square and placed on
the
center stage for all to view. There you will first be made to
perform publicly the act which you have refused to do. You will
savor your trainer's cock with your mouth. It will intoxicate
you.
Then, Cindy, you will be tied to a punishment chair in a manner
which most prominently displays the most private and secret parts
of your body to the assembled public. You will then slowly and
methodically be stripped naked. All your body will be available
for inspection and used for the viewing pleasure and
entertainment
of the trainer and the assembled crowd. And what a crowd there
will be indeed!! The exact form of the punishment will be left
to
the trainer, but I suspect it will include whipping and sexual
pleasure and pain."

"WHAT!! You can't be SERIOUS!! That is UNSPEAKABLE!! I
never heard of such BARBARISM!! ME! NAKED in front of EVERYONE!!
and USED in such-such NO!!! I simply won't allow it!!"

"My dear Cindy, you can do nothing to prevent it. You will
return to your cell and await the morning. Try to get some
sleep.
You will need your rest for the day's activities tomorrow. After
all, you WILL be the STAR!"

The terrified victim was dragged sobbing back to her cell to
await the morning. Her hands were untied. In the distance she
could hear the noises preparing the center stage for her public
punishment. She did not sleep.

Shortly after daybreak, she began to hear muffled voices
outside. Over the next hour the voices grew in intensity as if a
multitude had gathered outside in the courtyard. The guards
again
appeared at her cell. Surely they would not really go through
with
it. They only wanted to scare her She decided she would show
them! IF THIS WAS TO BE A WAR OF NERVES, SHE WOULD CERTAINLY WIN
THIS ONE!!

She slowly stood up. One of the guards retied her hands
behind her. She proudly walked through the guards toward the
door
leading outside to the waiting courtyard. The courtyard was
PACKED! What could attract such a throng--unless--UNLESS THEY
REALLY WERE GOING THROUGH WITH IT!!! Cindy stopped cold and
tried
to retreat back into the room. The guards stopped her and
dragged
her, now kicking and screaming, to the stage. The crowd went
wild
with anticipation!

There were two structures on the stage. The first was a
chair-like object except that it had no seat or back. the leg
rests were heavily padded. There was a large inverted-U which
arched high over the top of the leg rests toward the back. The
other object was a vertical plank of wood about five feet wide,
with two holes close to each other at the base resembling semi-
circles. One edge appeared hinged, and the other edge was locked
to the base of the stage. The apparatus was about waist-high,
except for a narrow plank in the center which extended upward an
additional two feet or so.

"Cindy, you have been found guilty and refused to recant.
There is now no turning back. Your punishment will begin!"

"No! No! No! You CAN'T--You just CAN'T! I'll die, I know I
will!!"

"You won't die, although at times you may wish you could."

"You won't really do all those things to m-MMMMMPPPHHHHH!"

Cindy suddenly found her mouth full of an object which she
could not identify. It was metal, and extended well back almost
to
the point of gagging her. The device extended over her lips, and

was buckled at the back of her head. Suddenly, the trainer
appeared--the same one for whom she had refused to perform the
"unnatural" act. He reached for her and pulled her firmly to
him.
Suddenly, she was kicked in the back of both knees, causing them
to
buckle under her weight. The wooden device was unlocked and
raised. The bound girl's legs were placed under it, with her
still
on her knees, and the device was closed and locked with the holes
placed over her legs. Her arms were released from the leather
belt, pulled back and over the top edge of the boards on either
side of the vertical extension, and her wrists locked tightly
down
on the back side of the device. Her head now rested against the
vertical extension. Straps were brought around and fastened
tightly around her head, holding it absolutely immobile. The
tightly bound arms and knees were racked with pain. Attempts to
scream were somewhat stifled by her "gag." Then she saw the
trainer reach to the side of the gag and start to turn a screw.
As
he turned the screw, the gag started to widen, forcing her mouth
open.

"You will notice that the gag is really two U-shaped pieces,
rather than one solid bar. This ingeniously allow me to forcibly
hold your mouth open just wide enough for my cock to feel your
lips
and tongue, and yet prevents you from biting down. It also
allows
you to use your tongue and lips a bit, and allows you to fully
feel
anything placed into your mouth. Of course, swallowing is
difficult, and anything placed in your mouth will go down as far
as
I want."

Helpless eyes widened with terror and disgust. She knew
what
was to come and yet could not comprehend the unspeakable
demoralization of what was to come. the open gag now allowed her
to scream pitifully.

"AAAAaaahhhhhhhhh!" Cindy wailed, as she watched the
trainer
slowly remove a flap in the front of his loincloth. His cock
burst
out--ALL 9 INCHES OF IT--FULLY ERECT!! As he approached her
mouth,
she continued to scream. Her attempts at struggling were
useless--
she could move nothing. Then the struggling virgin mouth felt
the
head of the trainer's cock with the glistening precome slowly
slide
between her lips toward the back of her mouth.

"AAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh--mmmmmmmmmmmmmph!" She was
silenced
effectively by his huge meat in her mouth. He continued to move
back until she was afraid she would gag. She took all of it!
She
could not help but move her tongue in an attempt to swallow.
Then
the huge shaft began to withdraw. As the head approached her
lips,
she again began to scream. The head never cleared the lips.
Again
it was shoved to her throat, and again withdrawn, back and forth,
back and forth, with increasing speed and force.

"I'm gonna do this till I come in your mouth, Cindy! You
can
make it a long time, or a short time. Use your tongue! It's
alright with me if it's a LONG time. Your mouth feels SOOOO
GOOOOD!!"

Cindy knew she would die. She couldn't take this much
longer
but she also knew that when this finished, even more terrible
things would follow. She went rigid.

"Looks like you need some help with this," her tormentor
retorted. "Help her decide to assist."

The helpless captive felt her ankles being clamped to the
floor and some sticky liquid being poured over her soles. Then
she
heard it--MEOWING-- and she truly went berserk. HONEY AND CATS!!

Then she felt it--the rough scraping of the cats' tongues on the
soles of her feet, along the edges, between the toes!! She
struggled violently, but could not move her rigidly bound feet at
all. The repulsive raspy tickling caused an uncontrollable
reflex
attempt to scream, which caused her tongue to swirl violently
around her tormentor's cock. He began to moan loudly and
increased
the tempo of his cock in her mouth. The cats! The TICKLING! The
COCK! She knew her wild tonguing and struggling was exciting the
trainer's cock and the audience, but she was totally powerless to
hold still. SHE WAS TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL OF HER BODY'S
ACTIONS!!
Suddenly, he shoved his cock ALL THE WAY IN AND HELD IT
forcefully
against the back of her throat--the INTENSE TICKLING
CONTINUED--and
she could do nothing but endure it!!

In horror, Cindy felt the cock begin to throb spasmodically!

Her mouth filled with the slime and taste of come. She couldn't
swallow. Come drooled out of her mouth and some down the back of
her throat. She had to hold her breath--and hold her
breath--until
she thought she would pass out! Her tormentor withdrew totally,
and quickly removed the gag, allowing her to swallow at last.
The
cats were removed, and the abused captive slumped in her bonds,
exhausted. She was released from the stock and given water to
drink. She noticed that the trainer made no effort to cove his
cock and balls. They were totally exposed, his balls hanging
lustily, and his cock remaining as rigid as ever.

Cindy's release was short. Suddenly, two men picked her up
and placed her on the chair. She struggled. It did no good.
Her
upper thighs were strapped to the heavily padded let supports of
the chair. Her knees were bent and ankles were strapped tightly
to
the rear support bars. Then her hands were tied together to the
arch bar above her head. Cindy suddenly became aware of her
position. Her armpits were vulnerable, her breasts stretched
taught, her ass, back, and front were totally unprotected except
for the flimsy sheer tunic which continued to fold such that she
remained at least partially covered. She could move only her
head
and ass a bit--NOTHING ELSE!!

She remembered her heavily rouged nipples, her creamy white
flawless skin, and--OH, NO!!--her SHAVED PUSSY!!--which was
undoubtedly gaping more widely now than during her preparation!
There was a cool breeze between her legs, and Cindy realized her
naked pussy was exposed to the floor. She prayed the tunic fell
far enough between her legs to hide the view from the front.
However, she suddenly remembered that when the tunic came
off--AND
SHE NO LONGER DOUBTED THAT IT WOULD COME OFF!!--everything she
held
private would be placed on wanton display for all to see--and she
was HELPLESS TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!

"Please, have mercy on me!--don't do this! I've done what I
refused to do. I'll do it willingly now--please stop my
punishment!!"

"You were told there is no alternative until your sentence
is
complete. You made that choice when you refused to recant. You
knew this. Your punishment will continue. You will be stripped
naked now."

"NOOOoooooo! Not THAT!! PLEEEEaaaasssssse NOT THAT!!"

"You will not be given a gag, Cindy. We wish to hear you
begging and pleading and--eventually--screaming. YOU WILL
SCREAM!
I PROMISE IT! To gag you would simply detract from the full
enjoyment the onlookers take in seeing you, your punishment, and
most of all, your RESPONSE to your punishment. Sound effects,
you
know. No, it wouldn't do at all, I'm afraid."

---------------------------Continued in Part III

PUNISHED IN PUBLIC

Part 3

The tunic was two separate pieces of cloth held by a clip at
each shoulder and by the leather belt in the middle. The master
slowly removed the leather belt and the two pieces of cloth
separated at the sides. The totally vulnerable brunette felt the
cool air surround her body as the sides of her breasts, chest,
and
buttocks fell into view. The trainer slowly removed the shoulder
clips, and allowed the back piece of cloth to fall from her body.

The master continued to hold the front cloth at the shoulder.
Cindy shuddered, realizing that she was now naked and exposed at
the back to the trainer's assistants behind her on the stage.

"Now we shall all see true beauty in captivity!" the
trainer
shouted to the audience. The audience roared. The bound maiden
dropped her head and moaned her resignation to the complete and
utter embarrassment and humiliation which was about to engulf her
very being.

The trainer allowed the front to inch down, slowly and
painfully revealing the demoralized maiden's nakedness. First,
her
collar bones slipped into view, then the tops of her breasts, the
tunic continued to slip slowly down until the tops of her rouged
nipples came into view. Then the TOTALITY of Cindy's twin
vanilla
globes were on STARK PUBLIC DISPLAY--complete with the heavily
rouged areolae which were accented by totally erect nipples from
the cool air!! They stood out proudly, sensually, invitingly.
They seemed to be a mocking contrast to the repulsive outrage
Cindy
felt as the crowd gleefully absorbed every exposed inch of the
smooth, full, pert, rouge-tipped globes!

The audience's attention was quickly diverted again to the
traveling tunic. The throng continued its gasping visual
ravishment of the bound beauty, whose slow journey toward total
exposure to the myriad of eager eyes continued. The tunic crept
down, down, revealing first her taught ribs, then her navel.
Cheers began to arise from the audience as the tunic approached
what should have been the top of her pubic hair.

When they realized there was NO PUBIC HAIR, the cheers
became
shouts of approval! SLOWLY CINDY'S SHAVED PUSSY CAME INTO FULL
VIEW FOR ALL TO SEE!! First, her erect clit, then her pussy
lips,
then her glistening vaginal vault, and finally her tightly
puckered
asshole. At last, the tunic dropped to the floor and the sensual
maiden's PUBLIC EXPOSURE was TOTAL AND COMPLETE!!

She was devastated! Cindy was indeed on FULL VIEW! Her
tits
were flattened and fully visible. Her bald, naked, shaven cunt
was
spread wide, and the audience, being slightly below her, had a
full
view right up her cunt lips and asshole, on up to view her twin
globes and facial expressions.

And it was CINDY'S tits, cunt, and asshole! Not someone
else's. Up to now she had been able to somewhat detract herself
from the situation. NO MORE!! It was CINDY helplessly bound and
totally exposed for all to
savor in the most outrageously vulgar position she could ever
imagine!!

She realized her position was perfectly planned in advance
strictly for the purpose of prominently displaying her as an
erotic
offering of femininity, with her most private parts lewdly and
shamefully protruding and totally available for inspection!
arousal! abuse! ravishment!--WHATEVER!!--b-by ANYONE!!--and
EVERYONE!!--should the trainer so command!

Cindy realized with brutal awareness that they would witness
not only her most intimate private parts, but now they would also
witness her most private REACTIONS to whatever punishment would
be
dealt her tender parts! FOR THE FIRST TIME, SHE KNEW THAT THE
PUNISHMENT WOULD BE CARRIED OUT TO COMPLETION AS PROMISED!! She
tried to remember what was to come. What did he say? She
thought
she remembered something about a-a-A WHIPPING!!

Cindy felt a shameful arousal stirring within her. There
she
was, stark naked, repulsively displayed for all her intimate
parts
to be viewed and ravished at will, and she was AROUSED!!--and
MORTIFIED!! It was impossible to hide it. Her nipples were
erect,
and her pussy was dripping wet!!!. She didn't know it, but her
clit was erect as well, and totally unshielded by its tiny hooded
cover. The audience roared its approval and shouted in raw terms
its expectations of what they would like to see follow.

For the first time, the degradingly displayed girl was truly
scared! She was scared of the pain and humiliation to come, and
ashamed and scared of her feelings of sexual arousal at the
vulnerability and helplessness of her predicament. Cindy had
never
been whipped, or sexually abused, except for the "preparation."
She realized that that was probably nothing compared to what was
to
follow now. Cindy knew that whatever was to follow, she now had
no
choices left. She could only continue to endure whatever the
trainer decided was to be her punishment.

"The punishment shall begin by proper lubrication and
examination," shouted the trainer from his position on the stage
behind her.

The helpless captive quietly wondered exactly what that
meant.
Then, abruptly, she felt his hands reach around her breasts, and
gently begin to stroke, rub, and knead them expertly. He
alternatingly rubbed and kneaded the two globes, and then roughly
pulled and stretched the pert, rouged nipples. His hands seemed
to
be covered with a strange oily substance, which imparted a
lubricating surface over her skin. It did not remove the rouge
from her nipples, she noticed.

The sensation was electrifyingly sensual. Cindy moaned with
pleasure and her head fell back in shameless ecstacy. He
continued
to massage her breasts from back to front, cupping them and
kneading the nipples softly between his thumbs and forefingers.
Cindy's hips raised slightly, unknowingly improving the crowd's
view of her widely exposed pussy!

Then, his hands left her breasts, and he began to apply the
substance to her back and down the spine to the buttocks, which
were totally open and unsupported. He seemed to take great
pleasure in harshly squeezing and massaging them, much to the
mixed pleasure and embarrassment of the captive girl, who was
acutely aware that she was helpless to prevent him from stroking
her wherever he wished. The oil was then applied to her ribs,
underarms, abdomen, and upper thighs. Somehow she knew he was
saving the most humiliating application until last.

As Cindy silently knew, his hands, freshly oiled, slowly
slid
down her abdomen and down her back at once at the same time.
They
did not stop! She stiffened and pleaded loudly.

"Oh, NOOOOO!! Pleeeeaaaasssseee!! Not that!! Don't rub me
THERE--NOT IN FRONT OF ALL THESEEEEeeeeeeAAAahhhhh AAhhhh
Nnnggggg Nnnnggggghhh
126/alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.amateur.male:61377,his right hand, in
front, continued
down, also shifting to only three fingers. The first and third
fingers gently spread Cindy's pussy lips even more widely than
they
were already splayed, and the middle finger flicked lightly over
her clit, which was by now throbbing convulsively, and protruding
even more than before. The middle finger lingered, quickly
flicked
her clit, then down to her vaginal vault, ringed her introitus,
and
then back to her clit. In lightening motion, the fingers slid
back
and forth. The other hand continued ringing her asshole, and
both
hands continued applying the oil. Cindy's senses were
defenseless
against the power of the trainer's expert fingers!!

"OHHhhhh, AAAHhhhhh, NNNNGGGGGGgggggg, NNNnnggggg,
EEEeeeee!!!"

----------------------Continued in Part IV


PUNISHED IN PUBLIC

Part 4

The wild tickling inside her two holes was enough to drive
Cindy into total abandonment of reality. She made unintelligible
grunting noises, her head went back, her eyes closed. She
continued to buck wildly against her bonds, and humping her ass
wildly back and forth. Saliva drooled from her mouth down
between
her breasts. Sweat broke out on her from head to toe, causing
her
oiled body to glisten with a new intensity.

As quickly as it had begun, the feathers were withdrawn just
before the girl again began her journey toward total release.
The
cessation of the tickling sensations quickly brought the lewdly
bound girl back to reality--all too soon.

"First the pleasure, now the pain!"

The audience again roared its approval. The trainer held
TWIN
CLAMPS in front of the captive maiden!! As Cindy became aware of
their importance, her screams resumed--uselessly. Slowly the
trainer opened one clamp, reached out for Cindy's left breast,
squeezed the nipple between the thumb and forefinger of one hand
while placing the opened jaws of the clamp over the tightly held
nipple with the other. He abruptly released the clamp--and the
nipple! The CLAMP HELD!! The pain caused Cindy to explode into
a
dramatic flailing protest against the new violation of her
femininity. Her pitiful struggles inflamed the crowd once again.

"Now for the other side!!"

"AARRRGGGHHHH!! Noooooo! Nooooo! It hurts too much!! You
CAN:T!! You SIMPLY CAAAaaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhh!!"

The trainer had suddenly grasped the other nipple and
applied
the clamp without warning. The captive went wild again, but the
bonds held fast! Slowly, to the delight of the crowd, her
screams
and struggles subsided to unintelligible moans and pleadings.
She
moaned only a bit as tiny weights were applied to the nipple
clamps
on both sides.

As cindy looked down, she viewed the tiny teeth of the
clamps
staring mockingly at her, and the weights--dangling and gently
swaying with her rapid breathing. The pain was intense, but
slightly better than at first. She found that the more she
caused
her tits to sway, the more intense the pain in her nipples from
the
tiny weights.

"What say all of you? MORE CLAMPS??!!" shouted the trainer.

The wild throng roared its delight at the prospect of a
renewed lewd exhibition of charms.

"Nooooooooooo!!!" pleaded the helpless brunette, her eyes
wide
with the terror of more pain on her intimate parts! But she knew
her pleadings would only excite her captors and tormentors even
more. She resigned herself to the inevitable. But WHERE??!! As
the trainer moved to the front, his rigid member still presenting
a screaming challenge to her helpless female form, SHE KNEW
WHERE!!
He sat before her on a short stool, facing Cindy's widely gaping,
most delicate parts. The crowd roared again as they realized
what
he was about to do to Cindy! In spite of her resolve not to
excite
the crowd further, Cindy began to scream again!

A clamp was applied to her left PUSSY LIP!!! Cindy could
only
scream in outrage! A clamp was applied to her right PUSSY LIP.
Her screams became almost inhuman! She hoped the oil would cause
the clamps to slip off, but the tiny teeth held VERY WELalt.gui
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PUNISHED IN PUBLIC

Part 5

"AAaahhhheEEEEeeeee!! Noooo! Nooo! Nooo! It HURTS TOO
MUCH!! Pleeeeeeeee! STOP!! PLEASE STOP!! NOOooooo!!
AAAArrrrgggghhhhh!! NNggggghhh! NNgggggghhh!! NNGggggHHhhh!"

The blows continued, spaced as before. Cindy's ass lunged
and
humped as never before, in an attempt to avoid the blows. She
did
not succeed. Desperately, Cindy fought to retain some semblance
of
control over the responses demanded by her bodily reflexes!
Slowly
the blows were placed more vertically, striking each buttock and
upper thigh alone, missing the cunt totally. THE BASTARD!! She
knew he was playing with her. She continued to scream and plead.

The crowd loved it!! She didn't CARE!! THEN IT HAPPENED!! The
trainer placed the first blow vertically DIRECTLY ON THE HELPLESS
WIDELY SPLAYED CUNT!! It cut Cindy from her lower abdomen,
across
her clit, down through her cunt lips and across her puckered
asshole!! The pain again exploded an instant later in Cindy's
brain!! Her screams took on a whole different quality and
intensity. Her pleadings stopped. She began to babble and
scream.
Once again, saliva drooled from her mouth, her eyes rolled back
in
her head, and she screamed. Just as the first blow reached full
intensity, the trainer delivered the next, and the next, each
exactly in the same center line from clitoris to asshole as the
first!!!

CINDY'S WORLD SHATTERED INTO A BILLION PIECED!!! And Cindy
screamed. Her vagina and asshole expanded and contracted with
each blow. Her clitoris and pussy lips became engorged with
blood
and increasingly tender and sensitive to the onslaught of the
lash.
Her bonds held fast. Cindy was unaware of her wildly gyrating
ass,
of the animal-like noises and screams, and of the roaring
approval
of the crowd.

"Shall I whip her till she comes?!" shouted the trainer.

The answer from the crowd was obvious. The blows continued.

Once again Cindy felt the fire in her cunt. She almost relished
the vulgar show she presented to the throng. All she could feel
now was the repeated blows on her cunt and asshole. The fire
raged
and built, until, at last, Cindy felt herself start to come. She
knew she should be ashamed, to allow such a response for the
enjoyment of the crowd watching such a repulsive violation of her
decency. But she was helpless to prevent it! The raw lust in
her
loins raged as never before. CINDY CAME!!! She bucked wildly
against her bonds in cadence to the lash. She made strange
mewing
and grunting noises, and her vagina expelled copious amounts of
fluid and air as her climaxes repeated themselves over and over.
And she screamed--continuously screamed--as wave after wave of
climax came over her, and the blows on her clit, cunt, and
asshole
continued. Finally, Cindy was spent, and the blows ceased. Her
cunt, while engorged and sensitive, bore no whipmarks. Cindy
panted and sweated while quietly awaiting the trainer's next
whim.

Cindy gasped wildly as the trainer placed THREE FINGERS into
her CUNT and rubbed her pussy juices over her cunt and asshole.
With his other hand, he placed two fingers in her virgin asshole
and worked both hands in and out of the captive beauty!

"You seemed to enjoy that enough," he "joked." "Now I'm
just
getting you ready for the next phase!"

"Nooooooo! No more THERE!! I'm too SENSITIVE NOW!!
PLeeeeease! NO MORE!! NOT THERE!! NOT NOW!!"

"Remember--we're through when the sentence is COMPLETED!
It's
not completed YET!!"

The trainer held the fingers of both hands to Cindy's mouth
and commanded, "LICK THEM CLEAN, SLAVE!!"

"Nooooo!! Cindy shook her head desperately to one side as
she
smelled the musky odor of her own cunt juices. She adamantly
refused the demands of the trainer. But this time, it was for a
different reason. It was almost as if she did it just to provoke
him--KNOWING HER PUNISHMENT WOULD BE TWICE AS SEVERE!!!--BUT
WHY??!
Cindy stared in disbelief as the trainer attached a long rod to
the
floor toward the front and center of the chair, with one end
pointing directly at the hapless captive beauty's cunt!! On the
end was an enormous phallus-shaped device with a smaller similar
device behind and a curved, flat piece in front. The entire arm
was rigid and attached to a camshaft. As the camshaft rotated,
the
arm would extend and withdraw, extend and withdraw, at the rate
dictated by the rotational speed of the camshaft.

Cindy had NO DOUBT as to what the next phase entailed. Once
again, the crowd roared its approval. Once again, Cindy screamed
and pleaded for release from her sentence! She watched with
renewed terror as the device was greased, and was brought toward
her sopping cunt hole. The phallus was extended, and slowly
started sliding inside her still-engorged cunt. Cindy was
convinced that she could never take the length and width of such
a
monster DICK! As her PUSSY LIPS PARTED, the REAR DICK was
aligned
with her puckered ASSHOLE!! It slowly SLID into her REAR
PASSAGE!!
Cindy had never been fucked in the ass by anyone. No one had
ever
fingered her in the ass until the trainer's fingers had violated
her earlier in her punishment. She was humiliated anew--that her
VIRGIN ASSHOLE WAS ALSO TO BE VIOLATED! that a THRONG WAS
WATCHING
AND CHEERING! That it didn't feel HALF BAD!!

As Cindy's gaping pussy hole absorbed the full ten inches of
fake prick, she felt a tearing fullness in her cunt and asshole
which was totally disarming. It was disgusting, and yet sensual.

It made her want to move disgustingly against the fullness, but
she
was terrified that she would injure herself. The sensations were
maddening. As the base of the cock fitted against her dripping
pussy, the flat, curved front extension nestled against her
still-
throbbing clit!! She suddenly felt THEM!! The flat front
extension was COVERED WITH HUNDREDS OF TINY SHORT, STIFF BRISTLES

WHICH TORMENTED HER ENGORGED, THROBBING, UNPROTECTED CLIT WITH
THE
SLIGHTEST TOUCH!! The shock of the invasion of the bristles
against her clit caused every naked nerve ending in her clit to
focus an explosion of combined screams in Cindy's brain!! Then,
the
torment ended abruptly once again. Cindy glanced pleadingly
toward
the trainer.

With his right hand, he grasped a dial. As he slowly turned
it, the giant phallus began to WITHDRAW FROM CINDY'S PUSSY AND
ASSHOLE!! A new terror began to rise in Cindy's psyche. She
quickly realized that the phallus was connected to the camshaft.
It would only withdraw so far and would start to RE- ENTER HER
AGAIN!! The fullness in her twin cavities would continue, and
the
erotically bound brunette could only tense in terrified
anticipation of a new assault on her sensitive clitoris!! The
phallus withdrew almosCindy thanks Dad for coaching the
team..btw, if it 1

THE RUNWAY
PART II

Master lingered at the armpits until He decided she had had
enough there, and then proceeded quickly to the sides of the
breasts and the ribs. The sensations were totally intolerable!
ellen's eyes bugged out. she couldn't breathe at all for several
seconds at a time. When she could get her breath, she screamed
and laughed continuously. Fingers rapidly glazed across her
stomach, in and out of her navel, and down the back of her right
leg. Just when she thought she would faint from that, the
fingers found her left leg, and began to slowly work their way up
toward her exposed left foot. ellen realized where the
tormenting fingers were headed, and began to plead anew.
"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! PLLLLEEASSSEEEE, NOT MY FOOT.
NOT THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHRRGGGHHHH!!"
Master tickled the sole of the captive foot unmercifully. ellen
struggled violently in vain. she was majestic. her cunt was
swollen with excitement, and her struggles caused her tits to
jiggle wildly. ellen thrust her hips in and out toward the
audience with wild abandon. she was aware of the show she was
presenting, but she was helpless to stop it. The tickling was
maddening, and she only wanted it to stop!! The fingers moved
away from the foot, and quickly back to the tits and ribs, back
to the legs, back to the foot--and so on--first one site and then
another. ellen had no control over where Master would tickle
next, not that it mattered much. her pussy was glistening, and
her clit, swollen as it was, was protruding lewdly from beneath
its hooded covering. It was the most degrading position ellen
had ever experienced!

The tickling stopped. Then Master upped the ante another notch!
ellen stared in disbelief as He invited two males and two female
buyers up on stage to convince themselves that ellen could not
escape! They were to torment her sexually in any way they
desired, including probing her orifices, but were not allowed to
actually fuck her. ellen was horrified. To be stimulated by two
strange men was torment enough, but ellen had never been with
another woman, and did not consider herself to be a lesbian!!
But she knew she would have no option but to suffer the torment
her Master had decided for her. she was beginning to realize
what He had meant by 'what is to accompany it.'

To ellen's dismay, the four tormentors approached. The two women
began sucking ellen's tits. One of the men kneeled and began to
suck her clit while the other buried two fingers up her cunt.
ellen began to get aroused as she became lost in a multitude of
sensations! Both tits being sucked, her swollen, sensitive clit
was being sucked and flicked with one man's tongue, while another
man was finger-fucking her wildly. Then she felt the finger
being withdrawn from her cunt and her juices smeared around her
asshole. Suddenly, another finger pressed, and then entered her
asshole! her cunt and asshole were alternately being finger-
fucked at the same time. ellen could only moan in ecstacy as the
climax began to build. Then the buildup was gone. Like musical
chairs, everyone rotated. The men sucked her tits, and the women
went to work on her clit, cunt, and asshole. ellen quickly
decided that women were more expert where it counted. The climax
quickly built, and the intensity of the strain it caused her to
put on her bonds apparently again convinced her tormentors that
she would stay put. The sensations stopped as quickly as they
had begun, and ellen was left formerly filled, but still
unfulfilled. Master thanked the participants, and they left the
stage.

Master stepped behind ellen and spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen,
one final test of the security of this equipment. You sill
notice that, as I said, the slave is in exquisite positioning for
pleasure or pain. The final test is one of pain."

Before ellen could think about what He had said, she felt the
sting of a thousand bees on her back. And another, and another
in quick succession. She struggled violently when she realized
she was being WHIPPED!!" Up and down her back, over the twin
globes of her tight ass, and across the top of her right leg the
blows continued! ellen screamed and fought her bonds. To her
horror, Master stepped in front! ellen saw that the instrument
of her torture was a short, multi-tailed leather crop.

"You will notice that the position is ideal for whipping the back
OR the FRONT!"

ellen tried to turn away, but could not. The blows continued
across her breasts and abdomen and the underside of her elevated
left leg. ellen was lost in pain, screaming and struggling
uncontrollably. Finally, Master stopped and watched as ellen
waaited. Then, the final five blows landed right up ellen's bald
snatch!! ellen's screams reached a new level of intensity!
Then, suddenly, Master stopped, and led ellen off the runway and
through the entrance. Time for the next piece of equipment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the last exhibit of the evening,
and I believe the 'climax' of the show will be worthy of your
attention!" ellen heard her Master as she waited just beyond the
entrance. she was most uncomfortable. As ellen was pulled onto
the runway, the audience gasped. she was bound on her back on a
leather-covered platform fixed underneath the same metal frame as
before, except a pulley arrangement had been attached to each
corner of the top bar of the frame with cables running from each
pulley to the corners of the platform above ellen's head. her
arms were outstretched wide apart over her head and bound to
eyelets screwed firmly to the platform. her pelvis was strapped
down to the platform. her legs were pulled back over her head,
and her ankles were strapped to each wrist. she was naked, and
her pussy and asshole were widely displayed. she struggled to
change her presentation somehow. The viewers could clearly see
her asshole and pussy quiver in small spasms as she struggled.
her swollen pussy lips were pulled wide apart, and her clit
continued to peek out from its hood as if to mock her
helplessness by inviting its stimulation. her breasts shifted
slightly to each side, and jiggled as the platform with its bound
beauty was pulled down the runway to the cheers of the viewing
audience. Underneath her shoulders, attached to the platform,
was a metal plate, and a matching metal plate was attached to her
shoulders.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this device is a test of will, strength,
and endurance. It is very useful for slave training. I have one
additional piece of equipment to install."

Master showed the audience what appeared to be a large metal
dildo with the customary depressed ring at the base. Attached to
the base of the base of the dildo was a rod which split sharply
into a "Y" piece at acute angles immediately as it exited the
dildo. The bottom part of the "Y" ended in a wide base with a
surrounding "female" lock nut. A similar "male" lock nut was
attached to the platform just under ellen's ass. The top part of
the "Y" extended about three inches and ended in a metal cup
about 1/2 inch in diameter and which was lined with soft rubber.

Master greased the dildo and inserted it slowly, among high-
pitched short screams from ellen, into her asshole, stretching it
widely. ellen knew it was secure within her as she felt her anal
muscle "snap" around the ringed depression at the base. It would
take more effort than mere straining to cause the dildo to come
out. He then screwed the bottom "Y" into the base of the
platform. When the device was inserted and secured, the top cup
fitted tightly against ellen's clit, leaving her pussy empty, but
hungry. Master then attached wide nipple clamps to ellen's tits.
The clamps were attached by small coil wires to a box on the side
of the frame which ellen had not noticed before. The box had an
ominous-looking switch. she began to form some idea of what was
in store for her!

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, the equipment is ready for
demonstration. As I mentioned earlier, this slave has earned
three punishments. The clamps and paddling were the first. The
tickling and whipping session was the second. This will be the
third. After I turn on this switch, the slave must keep her
shoulders off the platform. If the plates beneath her shoulders
touch, the device covering her clit will begin to vibrate
rapidly, giving the slave much pleasure. However, after a short
but variable time, the vibrating will stop, and a series of five
electric shocks will begin with increasing intensity in her
asshole and in her tits. The shocks will be random. The slave
will have no idea how long the pleasure will last, when the
shocks will start, or where each shock will hit next. she will
know that each one will be more intense than the previous one.
Lifting her shoulders up off the plates will only stop the cycle
from beginning again. Once the plates touch, there is nothing
the slave can do to prevent at least one cycle of stimulation and
shocks. If her shoulders allow the plates to touch for more than
ten seconds, another cycle will follow the first. And another
for each ten seconds after that. Therefore, it is certainly in
the slave's best interest to not allow the plates to touch at
all, and certainly for no more time than she can stand. Such a
device puts the slave in control of her fate. Of course, given
the position of the slave's arms, it will be very difficult for
her to keep her shoulders off the platform indefinitely, or for
long periods. And, of course, it will be very difficult for the
slave to keep her back arched during the cycle of vibration and
shocks. We should see a magnificent show! Oh, ellen, you might
want to arch your back now, unless you want the first cycle to
start immediately."

ellen strained to arch her back off the platform watched in
horror as Master cooly flipped the switch. There was a soft
humming as the box came to life. After only a few seconds, ellen
began to tire. her eyes widened as she felt her shoulders began
to sag, and then, she felt the metal hit metal. she slumped
briefly to await her fate, and then raised her shoulders again.
It was only barely perceptable at first, but the vibrator against
her clit began to increase its tempo, and its effect on her was
not long in coming. As she became lost in ecstacy, her eyes
rolled back and she began to make short grunting sounds.
Suddenly, just as promised, the vibrations were gone and ellen
felt the first shock on her left tit. It was quickly followed by
one a bit stronger on her right tit. The one in her asshole
followed, and was strong enough to make her yelp. The both tits,
and the final shock in her asshole was a true jolt. ellen
screamed as she tightened every muscle.

After the last jolt, ellen slumped, and felt the metal hit metal
again. Again the cycle began--vibration, shock, vibration shock.
ellen seemed to be unable to keep her shoulders off the platform
for any significant length of time. The timing of the vibrations
was such that she never was allowed relief from her sexual
tensions, and the force of the shocks and variable placement kept
her in constant pleasurable and painful torment for several
minutes.

The Master abruptly flipped off the switch. ellen was sweating
and seemed lost in a daze. Master flipped another switch, and
the pulleys came to life. They pulled the head of the platform
up, rotating it into a standing position. ellen found herself
now hanging from her wrists and ankles eye to eye with Master.
That also put her cock to cunt with the Master. Through her
daze, ellen watched Master remove his thong pouch, and saw his
enormous cock stand to attention. He removed the top part of the
"Y", but left the dildo buried within ellen's asshole, and
attac126/alt.binaries.pictures.lingerie:49134anticipation
and facination just what her Master could come up with for her
next performance.


THE RUNWAY
PART I

ellen is here, but she really has no idea where "here" is. she
is in some sort of building and is bound, hooded, and gagged.
she is nearly naked under a very short cape that barely covers
her ass. It is buttoned only at the neck in front, and she can
feel it open slightly when she walks, exposing her bare cunt!
her Master likes her to keep her pussy completely shaved. she is
wearing only black heels,the cape, hood, handcuffs, and a collar.
her Master / Husband is leading her by a leash through the
building. she has no idea whether she is being watched as her
cunt flashes from beneath the fluttering cape.

she is no stranger to bondage, but she and her Master had never
tried it with other people or out of the confines of their home.
They had discussed both possibilities, but ellen knew her Master
would do as He wished. she has entrusted herself in bondage
totally to Him since early in their marriage. she trusts Him to
not do anything which would actually cause her harm, or endanger
their careers.

she sensed, somehow, that today was not to be their usual bondage
scene. her Master came home and ordered her to strip to her
black heels! ellen was soon naked except for the heels. her
hands were handcuffed behind her and a collar was applied with
the leash attached. her pussy tingled!! However, it was the
short, revealing cape that took her by surprise. He had never
even partially covered her before during their bondage sessions.
she knew something was different! Master covered her head with a
hood and penis gag! ellen could not hear, see, or speak. she
could only feel the cool air against her bald, excitedly swollen
clit as she walked. Then, without warning, He led her out to the
garage and into the van. This was to be a first!!

Now, after about an hour's drive, Master was leading her through
a building. He took her into a room and closed the door. she
sensed that they were alone.

"ellen, tonight is very special. you are to be the model for a
line of bondage clothes and special equipment. The room is full
of out-of-town buyers, and the sponsors are the local bondage
club which we have discussed joining. If you do well tonight, we
will be admitted as members. If you are difficult, I will deal
with you in My own special way during the show. If we fail to
gain admittance, I will deal with you in a very unpleasant
fashion when we get home. The room has a runway, just like a
fashion show. At the end of the runway is a sort of "cul-de-sac"
on which you may be turned for full display. I will dress you
and arrange the equipment. I will lead you if you can't see. If
you can't walk, the equipment will be moveable. I will always be
there. When you are not gagged, you will not speak or ask any
questions. You may scream if you need to when the time comes.
It is now time for your first outfit."

ellen felt the cape come off, and was starkly aware of her
nakedness and vulnerability. Although she felt sure they were
alone, she had no way of knowing when someone would enter the
room, or who it would be. The tingle in her pussy increased!
her Master began to dress her.

The room lights dimmed and the audience awaited ellen's
emergence. As ellen was led out of the dressing room, she could
hear the muffled applause get louder as they approached the
entrance to the runway. The curtains parted slightly, and the
audience was presented with a well-tanned slave with long blonde
hair dressed totally in white leather--a leather hood, single arm
sleeve behind, bra, garter, thong panty, collar, and high-heeled
thigh boots. ellen felt embarrassed. Although all her private
parts were covered, she was aware of the stunning picture she
presented. He had to remove her original hood during the
dressing session, and she had seen the outfit before He had
covered her head again with the new white hood and gag. she was
covered, but just barely! ellen knew how dazzling she looked!

ellen followed her Master onto the runway to the applause of the
onlookers. Because she was blindfolded, ellen walked slowly and
deliberately as she was led, being careful not to veer to the
right or left. her Master had instructed her to struggle a
little, just to demonstrate the security of her bindings. her
feeble attempts to escape her bonds drew a fever-pitched approval
from her audience. ellen began to like the runway and the
approval her new role was bringing. All too soon it was over.
Time for her next outfit.

The members of the audience applauded their approval as ellen
again emerged into the spotlight. ellen wore her original black
hood, and her outfit was matching black. The top was a stretch
short black halter top. The skirt came down to about half way to
her knees in front, and was comprised of a mere three horizontal
straps in back, leaving her ass and the backs of her legs totally
bare! her hands were handcuffed behind, and were drawn up and
attached to the back of her collar. she wore her black heels.
This time, her Master had changed the hood before dressing her so
she could not see the outfit. ellen was totally humiliated by
the presentation of her bare ass to anyone but Master, certainly
to an unseen audience of stranger!

As they reached the end of the runway, she heard her Master say,
"You will notice the special provisions of this garment. The
skirt covers the front nicely, but leaves the ass totally exposed
for fondling or for punishment." As He spoke, He slowly turned
her around to exhibit the features of the skirt to the audience,
running His hands over the smooth, tight twin globes of her ass.
Suddenly, she felt a harsh slap on each ass cheek. she let go a
muffled yelp into her gag, and struggled in her bonds. she felt
His finger probe between her ass cheeks and slide over her
protruding pussy which she realized was peeking out behind from
between her ass cheeks. Knowing the strangers could get a
glimpse of her bald pussy from behind both renewed her
embarrassment, and made her pussy moist with excitement! "But
now, ladies and gentlemen, the special feature!"

ellen felt His fingers at her breasts. What ellen didn't know
was that the halter top had a special fitting. The cones
covering her breasts were snapped on! Suddenly, with one deft
motion, the cones covering her tits were ripped off, and her
magnificent breasts were on full display as an accompaniment to
her bare ass and peering pussy! The audience noted immediately
that ellen had no tan lines. Master tormented ellen's tits with
his fingertips, slowly circling and grazing across the
dollar-sized, pale pink nipples. her breathing quickened as she
felt Him sucking on her tits, and her aroused state was not lost
on her audience. she could only "mew" into the gag and squirm
uselessly. ellen tried to double over to cover her tits, but
realized that her pussy was only more prominent in that position.
she finally resigned herself to standing proud and tall, and
allowed her Master to make her respond as He wished. her pussy
was throbbing with excitement! her Master led her SLOWLY back
down the runway to the approving applause of the buyers. It was
time for ellen's next outfit.

On the way back to the dressing room, Master told ellen, "Trying
to cover your exposed tits has earned you a punishment. It will
be given during the show. Any other punishments you earn will
also be given during the show. Be careful, sweet slave!"

ellen really didn't want to go on stage this time. she wore the
same collar, heels, black hood, and handcuffs drawn up behind.
she never saw the outfit, but ellen could feel the cold steel of
the chains. Interestingly enough, the audience loved the outfit.
This time, ellen was presented dressed in a black leather-
and-chain halter and panty thong. her breasts were basically
bare, covered only by five strips of chain hung between the
leather strips. The leather panty covered her pussy, but five
strips of chain covered the sides of her thighs and her ass in
back. The leather panty thong consisted of a leather belt, side
and rear chains, and the panty thong. Again, it was what she
couldn't know about the outfit that counted most. The leather
panty was snapped on with three snaps--one at each upper corner
of the panty in front, and one at the top of the thong in back.
she was aware of how her tits bounced as she walked. They were
large, but not pendulous, and her large, pink, dollar-sized
areola added the touch of magnificence which caused most men to
drool. The cold strands of chain caused ellen's nipples to stand
at attention and protrude between the chain strips as if they
consciously wanted to intensify the seductive picture she
presented.

When they reached the end of the runway, she heard her Master
explain to the audience, "This outfit also has its advantages.
You will notice that the panty thong has snaps much like the bra
part of the halter top of the previous outfit. This is for
obvious reasons!"

ellen realized at once what her Master intended to do! Without
thinking, she attempted to turn away, but her Master grabbed her
arms and held her fast.

He whispered in her ear, "That is a second punishment. I will
display you any way I see fit!" With that, He unceremoniously
grasped the top of the thong in back and unsnapped it, rapidly
whisked the thong through her legs, and yanked the snaps loose in
front. The panty was gone in a flash, and ellen felt the cool
air of the open room rush around her bald pussy. The room became
hushed, and then broke out in a loud applause and cheers as the
entire audience had a clear, unobstructed frontal view of her
shaved-bare cunt. she tried vainly to close her legs, but was
forced to separate them slightly to keep her balance as she was
led back down the runway. The indignity she felt was crushing!

"The next section of the program will be equipment demonstration
time!" ellen heard her Master announce. she shuddered as she
tried to imagine what might be next after this display!

When ellen again appeared, she was stark naked! The hood was
removed so her ability to see the myriad of gazing faces and eyes
would add to her indignity. she noticed her Master was dressed
only in a leather thong and sandals, and looked magnificent. "He
does have a good body!" ellen thought, as she momentarily fixed
on his butt as he walked ahead of her leading her down the
runway. her thoughts quickly returned to her own predicament.
In addition to her total nudity, ellen was gagged, and her hands
were held wide apart by a steel bar which was attached to her
collar. Cuffs at each end held her arms fast. she was wheeled
out because she could not walk. her feet were immobilized by a
simple platform of wood with another platform about six inches
higher with ankle holes cut out. This higher platform was split
with the back section hinged on one side allowing it to swing
back and forth. It was locked in place around ellen's ankles.
The device was very simple, but very effective. ellen could not
move effectively to cover her tits or her bald pussy. The
assembled spectators had a clear and unobstructed view right up
her wet, gaping cunt. The stock had wheels, and the Master
pulled it down the runway by an attached chain and stopped at the
end. He was carrying an ominous looking canvas bag.

Master began, "You will notice the position is ample for complete
access for torment. I will demonstrate some rather uncomfortable
devices for effect to show the inability of the slave to prevent
implementation of your every whim."

ellen's eyes widened with horror as her Master reached into the
bag and pulled out a set of shiny nipple clamps. she twisted and
squirmed in vain as He sucked each nipple and applied the clamps
in turn. The clamps were adjustable, and He had adjusted them
TIGHT. ellen muffled a scream into her gag with each
application. The clamps were attached with a small chain to
which Master began to attach small lead weights. ellen mewed
more or less constantly into her gag with each added weight, and
began to bend over slightly as the weights mounted. After the
addition of ten or twelve weights, ellen's breasts were pointing
straight downward, and had taken the shape more of twin cones
stretched to the limits. ellen was panting with pain. she was
thankful for small relief as Master palmed the weights in his
hand, temporarily relieving the strain on her tormented tits. He
lifted the weights up about two inches, and then dropped them!
The clamps held! ellen screamed silently into the gag and
quickly bent over as the full force of the falling weights hit
her nipples! her eyes widened anew, and she shook her head
violently, pleadingly, as He slowly lifted the weights again--to
an even higher height! This time the weights fell about six
inches! Again the clamps held! Again ellen bent quickly in an
effort to prevent the sharp pain in her nipples as they felt the
full force of the falling weights! Again she struggled violently
against her bonds--uselessly! The audience applauded and
cheered.

"Now, we have some added torment," Master continued. "I don't
think breast torture alone will entice our slave to test the
bonds to the limit."

Bent over as she was due to the weights on her tits, ellen
watched with renewed panic as Master again reached into the bag.
He pulled out a rather weird device, but ellen quickly noticed
the two large clamps and the attached steel "T"-shaped
attachment. Master lubricated the "T" and began to insert the
shaft up ellen's wet cunt. The cross piece rested clit to
asshole down her slit as the dildo penetrated her to the maximum.
There was a screw device attached to the now-inverted "T" which
went into the base of the dildo and up inside it. A fixed ring
was near the wooden handle of the screw. Master then attached
the large clips to each of ellen's labia, bringing new protests,
pleadings, and struggles from the slave. The chains attached to
the labia clamps were attached to the fixed ring. As Master
began to slowly turn the screw handle, the chains attached to the
clamps began to pull down, as the dildo was pushed further inside
ellen, and the cross bar was forced further into her wet slit!
ellen watched with terror as Master continued to slowly turn the
screw, increasing the pain and pressure in her labia, cunt, and
slit. Then He stopped.

"I'm going to give you a choice. Do you want me to stop turning
the screw?"

ellen nodded vigorously.

"Then we have to replace it with another torment. Should I lift
and drop the weights?"

ellen shook her head equally energetically.

"Should I swing the weights?"

ellen again shook her head.

"I have to do something to convince the buyers that you can't
escape these bonds. I guess I'm just going to have to switch off
and do all three."

ellen shook her head violently and struggled fiercely, but to no
avail. Master lifted the weights a full foot, and dropped them.
The pain was unbearable! But ellen had no choice to bear it.
Just as the pain was subsiding, Master twisted the screw another
two turns and reached up and swatted the weights. Twin peaks of
pain!!

Then He was gone! ellen heard something behind her and then it
hit! Master swatted her bent ass with a paddle! First one side
and then the other in swift succession. The spanking caused her
ass to blaze, but the motion it created heightened the pain in
her cunt, and the swinging motion of the weights on her tit
clamps elevated the pain in her nipples beyond tolerance. The
ferocity of her struggles were indeed convincing that the bonds
could not be broken. The spankings continued for what seemed an
eternity, but was really only a few minutes. ellen was held
fast, and had no choice but to endure her Master's torment. Then
it ceased, and the stock and its captive were slowly wheeled back
down the runway and behind the entrance. The audience applauded
and cheered wildly as ellen slowly disappeared into the alcove.

ellen emerged into the spotlight bound standing in a metal frame.
The frame was wheeled down the runway to the end. she was still
stark naked. her gag was removed, and she could hear, see, and
speak. However, she had been sternly commanded not to speak.
she could scream. her arms were bound widely separated overhead
to the frame, and her right foot was bound to the platform on
which the frame was attached. her left foot had an ankle cuff
and chain attached, but the other end of the chain, and her
ankle, were free.

"You will note the simplicity of this frame, ladies and
gentlemen. It is useful for complete exposure of your slave for
punishment or humiliation. Allow me to demonstrate. Suddenly,
ellen knew why only one foot was chained to the platform! Master
raised the left foot up and attached it by its short chain next
to her bound left wrist over her head!! her bald pussy was
gaping right out to the audience!! Because she was a dancer, she
was very limber, and Master knew it was not difficult for her to
assume some very stressed positions for long periods.

"See what I mean by complete exposure? You can also bind your
slave upside-down to this frame in much the same manner. her
tits are completely available for torment, and her pussy is
totally exposed to whomever or whatever you may desire. Allow me
to demonstrate. We saw our slave react to clamps and whipping.
she is also very ticklish."

ellen's eyes widened! "NNNNNOOOOOOOOO!! PLLLEEAAASSSEEEE, NOT
THAT!! DON'T TICKLE ME! NOT HERE! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO
ME!!!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I must apologize for the impertinence of
our slave. she has now earned a third punishment for
transgressions tonight. The previous session with the clamps and
spanking was number one. This tickling session, and what will
accompany it, will be punishment number two. It would have been
the last punishment, but now there will be at least a third,
depending on whether or not our slave has learned respect for her
Master's desires. Now, for tickling, I always use only my
fingertips. It seems to be much more effective than feathers,
and I can judge the pressure better."

ellen could only tremble at what was about to happen. Tickling
was bad enough, but what did Master mean about 'what was to
accompany it?' her eyes widened and her breathing quickened as
Master started at her elbows, slowly working His way toward each
armpit, making quick small circles with His fingertips. ellen
began to giggle and struggle as His fingers approached her
armpits. ellen could not contain herself any longer. She began
to shriek with uncontrollable laughter!

"AAAEEEKEEKKKEEEEEAAAAIIIIEIEEEE!!!"