by J G Jerome
The dominatrix has her subject kneel on the pedestal and ties his hands in three coils in a standard wrist tie behind his back before taking a turn around the pedestal like a circus performer. Then she runs the ropes up and makes a turn around his thick neck with each before dropping them back down his back. She puts a quick release on one rope of each ankle then takes another turn around the pedestal to light applause. She’s starting to look a little flushed, but she keeps her stoic dominatrix expression on her face the whole time.
She smacks the guy’s ass with the crop, and he rolls onto his side. She gives him quiet commands as she smacks his ankles, abs, and cock with the crop, leaving the guy in a bridge position with his growing monster pointing to the ceiling. She pulls the quick releases and pulls the ropes tight up his back and then loops each once around his entire package before spiraling a rope down each thigh and then down to wrap each ankle with six coils before tying them into a quick release knot between his feet. Again she takes a quick turn around the stage to louder applause.
She turns the pedestal so the subject’s feet point toward the center of the room and gives his now red balls and cock light spanks with the riding crop. She then steps up on the pedestal straddling the guy’s torso. She leans over and licks the tip of his cock gently before holding her tongue out to the room to show her treasure of pre-cum. I’m not sure anyone past the front row can see it. Regardless, she swallows it and snaps her own G-string off and flings it into the air. Lifting her left leg, she posts the head of his giant cock in her slot and slowly slides about half-way onto him with a guttural moan. She pumps up and down on him twice, smacking his balls on each upstroke. Then she dismounts for a turn around the pedestal. Her neck is definitely flushed pink, and you can see her juices running down her thighs as she struts around her subject.
The mistress turns the pedestal and it’s easy to see that the ropes around his neck were cutting in a bit as she rode him. I’m guessing when she smacked his balls to make him surge upward the ropes tightened. She removes his ball-gag and sets it aside. He moans, “Please, Mistress.”
She turns the pedestal to give the crowd a profile view before she straddles his face. He goes to work on his mistress’ treat with his mouth. Meanwhile, she smacks his nipples with the crop a couple of times before leaning a hand onto his chest. Her breathing is getting ragged. She smack’s the guy’s cock hard a couple of times and then starts to pepper it with a series of rapid strokes that is double-time to the thrusting rhythm of her thighs on his face. Shortly thereafter, she releases a guttural moan and falls forward as her subject ejaculates strings of semen into the air. The strings drop onto her back and hat as she braces him to keep him in the bridge position - one hand on the pedestal and the other around the small of his back. I think he would get a horrible rope burn if his ass dropped. She turns her face towards back-stage, and I see his lips move.
She slowly dismounts the pedestal, and a pretty young woman in only a latex corset and a leather collar matching the subject’s walks out. She hands the mistress a pair of heavy duty shears and disappears backstage. The dominatrix pulls the quick release between his feet and then snips the ropes along his back. His member quickly deflates at that point, and the poor man sags to the pedestal. She takes a quick turn around the stage to enthusiastic applause.
The Valeran bodyguards are hooting like chimpanzees. I really don’t like them. I look back to look at them. Lorn and the boys are on their feet clapping and shouting enthusiastic applause. Valya is sitting demurely showing her appreciation with little tennis claps. Her ladies clap a little more energetically, but not much. Valya looks at me, tilts her head toward the raucous crew, and rolls her eyes. My estimation of her rises a little bit.
As the applause dies down, the dominatrix starts smacking her subject with the crop to get him off stage. He picks up his ball-gag, the shears, and the trailing ends of the rope as he trots off stage with her motivating him by smacking his ass and legs.
Clarice walks out on the stage to address the crowd. She lets the applause die down before saying, “Hello everyone. Let’s have another round of applause for Mistress Corrina and Jonathan.” The crowd dutifully provides the requested applause with more crazy antics from the Valerans. As things calm down a bit Clarice adds, “Just a short moment for hygiene please. Refresh your drinks as needed.”
That’s the cue for Tanu and Rosalie to arrive in indecently short little French maid outfits. They stand arm in arm in front of the pedestal, curtsy, and turn towards the pedestal. They spray the carpet pedestal with a cleanser before they spread their legs a bit and bend over to wipe the pedestal down with towels. Neither are wearing undergarments. When they finish, they execute a revised curtsy, lifting the short skirts from the front rather than the side. They get light applause as they disappear backstage.
Clarice returns after a few minutes to say, “I’m going to introduce the next act while you finish retrieving refreshments. Please welcome from the Fresno club, Master Malcolm and Cynthia.”
Malcolm and Cynthia turn out to be a disappointment. He does a basic ‘net dress’ construct on her, but it’s designed to bind and pinch rather than immobilize and stimulate. If done properly, a net dress will have a similar effect as what I did to Susan, Josie, and Audrey - stimulate the subject within seconds and drive her completely wild within a couple of minutes. He leaves off the knots that would give her pleasure - no ‘Happy knot’ at all. She honestly looks bored until he stuffs a vibrator inside of her. That does get her to flush rapidly as he takes a turn around the pedestal to mild applause. After that, he turns the pedestal sideways, opens his trousers, and shoves a smaller-than-average cock into the poor girl’s mouth. Apparently the vibrator is doing its job, because she gets enthusiastic quickly. He eventually pulls out and gives her a facial before taking a quick turn around the pedestal. The applause is lukewarm except the Valeran ruffians.
I turn to see Valya walking down to the bar, ignoring the whole room. She orders, and Luis picks up a small radio and talks into it. She points in my direction, and then points back up to her group as she speaks to him. Luis bows his head, and she saunters over to stand before us as the performers leave the stage. Clarice appears to prompt the crowd for more applause for Master Malcolm and Cynthia. Tanu and Rosalie do their cleaning duties again to light applause and hooting from the Valerans.
Valya appears in front of me and asks, “William, what did you think of that performance?” She cocks an eyebrow while awaiting my response.
I look at her frankly. “Honestly Valya, I thought it was poorly done and tawdry.”
“I suppose you could do better,” she comments. She cocks an eyebrow at me in challenge.
Audrey calls up from the floor as all my ladies nod vigorously. “Valya, I can assure you based on first hand experience that he can. When William puts a net dress on you, you will be having orgasms within a minute. No need for theatrics or toys. Your body will just explode.”
The graceful little demon’s eyebrows ascend. “Really?” She turns from Audrey to me. She says imperiously, “I might need proof, Mr. James.”
I imagine my cock in her mouth, and she immediately barks. “Stop that!”
I respond, “Set it on the ground, Valya.” She looks puzzled. “The artifact,” I clarify.
Valya stares at me for a moment before I send her a mental image of me standing, ripping her dress off, and bending her over to fuck her in front of the whole room. She shudders.
“Stop it, William!” she pleads. “Please!” I send her one of my more dreadful memories of fighting in the desert - explosions, gunshots, friends dying. She nearly collapses from the emotion in that one. Then I send an image of a brick wall.
I tell her, “Valya, either set it on the ground or walk away. Honestly, I have no preference.”
She turns and walks slowly back to her seat. She looks over her shoulder at me with a blank look about halfway to her seat but studiously ignoring me as she sits.
Cindy and Michelle deliver a chiller with a bottle of champagne to Valya’s group as Josie says, “She wants you, Will.”
Audrey and Viktorija both nod their faces against my legs. Marissa says, “Her body language screams it.” I see the immigrant rights politician stiffly slip into the theatre to sit with his colleagues. He looks very relaxed. Michelle pops the cork on Valya’s champagne before the two ladies curtsy and depart.
I kiss Josie and Marissa. “I’ll tell you all what I‘ve learned when we’re home.” I picture my old house in Phoenix in case Valya is ‘listening’ in.
Clarice announces, “Okay, ladies and gentlemen. It’s time for our third act. Please welcome from the Fresno Club, Master Richard and Alouette.”
Audrey gasps and looks up at me. “That’s what you call me on stage.”
I nod and murmur a response. “Apparently it’s a custom. Alouette means ‘Lark,’ so he’s essentially calling her his little bird.” I catch the anchorman in my periphery hurriedly slipping out of the auditorium.
Master Richard binds his subject into a variant of the yoga ‘child’s pose.’ She starts on her back with her knees wide, and he binds her legs into that position leaving a long tail from each knee. Then he rolls her onto her knees and maneuvers her until her feet are hanging off the edge of the podium to flash her vulva to the crowd. He murmurs to her, and she sits up straight on her knees. Richard then turns the pedestal to show her profile before doing a breast binding that is nearly identical to what I did on Susan, and he loops the ropes over her shoulders to drop between her legs. He turns the pedestal to face her forward. Alouette moans as he ties a knot that rests at the bottom of her clitoris before spiraling each rope around a thigh cinching her thighs to her calves. She is moaning constantly at this point and her hips are making tiny grinding motions. He turns the pedestal again so she is facing backstage. Richard then ties each of the tails from the ankles to her hands - a quick release going into each. And then he lowers her shoulders carefully until her head is resting on the pedestal. Masterfully done. He takes a circuit around the pedestal and turns her to a profile view again.
He loosens his pants and starts fucking her. If the point is a demonstration or performance, that’s probably not necessary, but it’s not my show. He gets to his release rapidly and unloads into his subject. Alouette moans and shakes. Richard tucks himself away and turns the pedestal so the audience can see her vulva again. She is wide open, and a thin trickle of semen leaks from her. At that point he completes the transition from classy back through tawdry to trashy - he invites all takers to come up and unload their seed into Alouette.
The old guy in the middle is the first on his feet and wobbles his corpulent butt to the stairs in front of our seats. He is weaving mightily up the steps as he unbuckles his trousers. Richard turns the pedestal and turns his subject’s face towards the audience. Lorn leads the Valerians up after the old guy. The music exec, the meteorologist’s date, and the rest of the politicians follow. The radio personality, the newly returned politician, Jack, and myself are the only men that don’t get in line.
I shake my head in disgust and ask the ladies if they would like something to drink. Viktorija stands rapidly. She says, “Allow me, sir. I really don’t want to watch this.”
I look her in the eyes. “I’m with you on that, Viktorija. They did a good demonstration until he mounted her. Sparkling water for me, please.”
Viktorija nods, and takes the orders from the rest. Luis addresses her immediately and sets a tray on the bar. He tops it with our drinks, and Viktorija returns to us. Audrey releases my leg, and we all stand. Jack and Darcie arrive as Viktorija hands them out. Jack, Darcie, and I stand in front of the sofa so my ladies don’t have to watch if they don’t wish to. They seem completely uninterested.
We chit chat as the guys quickly work their way through the queue. Valya again gives me an appraising look as she talks to her gold-clad attendant, directing her attention in my direction.
We hear Clarice announce, “A round of applause for Master Richard and Alouette.” The men in the room are fairly enthusiastic, but the women don’t seem to appreciate watching the young woman being used as a cum sump. Jack and Darcie return to their seats while Viktoria sits on the arm of the sofa. Tanu and Rosalie perform their duties again, but without showing their goodies pointed at the audience. Apparently they weren’t impressed either.
That’s when Clarice announces, “The final performance will be introduced by Lorn Valeran.”
25
Not the show we planned
Lorn appears from backstage carrying what I assume is a borrowed riding crop.
“Wasn’t that a lovely warm-up? Now it is time for some real entertainment.” His smug voice puts me on edge, engendering a sense of foreboding. “Yoren, please bring Feliz to the stage.”
The Valeran attendant in the midnight blue moans, “No! Please, Your Grace!” We all turn to see the two bodyguards dragging her to the stage despite her vigorous struggles. They deposit her on the performance platform.
Lorn says, “She is such an actress. Feliz has been anticipating this since dinner. A round of applause for Feliz.” There is unenthusiastic applause from across the room.
I murmur to my ladies. “Weapons. Deadly force is okay. Be ready. Does anyone want my pistol?”
Marissa says, “I’m good.”
Audrey says, “I could use one if you have a spare, but not your primary.”
Viktorija places her clutch into Audrey’s hand. “I need to practice. It’s a twenty-five caliber automatic. Seven shot magazine. One in the chamber,” she mutters out the side of her mouth.
The bodyguard Valya called ‘Reddy’ runs in back and quickly returns with a four-foot length of rope. He gracefully jumps up onto the platform in front of Feliz. Yoren holds her hands up by the elbows, and Reddy ties her hands together. I can see the rope digging into her flesh from here. Reddy raises her hands over her head, lifting her off her knees as she squirms. Yoren grasps her dress and rips it open at the back zip all the way past her ass. He drops the garment to let it pool around her knees. Her figure is a tiny, perfect hourglass shape. Apparently the dress is designed to hide the figure rather than accentuate her figure. Her lean back is crisscrossed with scars old and new. She has been whipped regularly for a long time.
Yoren walks up to Lorn and genuflects. The Duke of Valeran holds the crop out in both hands. He intones, “Yoren of House Valeran. I charge you with dispensing justice. My slave, Feliz, has pleasured another man without my permission.”
Feliz cries, “Your Grace! I took no pleasure myself! I only gave it, Your Grace!”
Reddy slaps her HARD! Her head rebounds off the limit of its free range of motion in each direction until it hangs slack from her long neck, spittle and blood dripping from her mouth.
Lorn looks at her with disdain. “Yoren, I charge you to dispense justice and uphold the honor of House Valeran.”
Yoren takes the riding crop from his master’s hands and stands quickly. He slowly saunters behind Feliz, flexing the crop and making test swings with it. As fast as he is, he’s going to generate an unbelievable amount of force.
He casually lays the crop on the pedestal and shrugs out of his jacket, which he lays near the crop. Then he removes his shirt to reveal a lean muscular torso. Except for the metallic choker around his throat, looking at him reminds me of Bruce Lee. Yoren picks up both garments and hangs them off the handrail for the two steps leading down from the stage. He looks at me and grins. I flip him the bird in response. He sniffs with disdain and returns to his duty.
Reddy reaches down with one hand and twists Feliz’s nipple brutally. My cock crawls inside my body from just the thought of it. She screams in pain, suddenly awake.
Yoren bounces back and forth as the room waits in breathless anticipation. He stands at the far ‘stage left’ side of the stage - right in front of my ladies and me. The crop dangles loosely from his hand as he stands at rest. He explodes int
o motion. In less than a second he is at the podium and finishing his bloody downstroke with the crop. Blood splatters everywhere. Before the blood hits the ground, Yoren is back in front of us at his starting point. Feliz flesh is open like a book, and I swear I see exposed bone. Yoren saunters up to inspect his work and tease the wound with the crop.
I murmur, “He means to kill her.” I look to Josie and back. I murmur, “Is there anything wrong with Mason’s bolt?”
She shakes her head. “No. He just couldn’t handle the confinement that long.”
I reach into my left pants pocket and pull out a bolt and hand it to her as I look forward. “Just in case.”
Audrey murmurs, “Elves. They gotta be elves. Imps would be all over the place torturing people randomly.” Yoren returns to his start point and launches again as Audrey continues. “The thing is, elves aren’t that fast. They’re faster and stronger than humans, but not as much as I’m seeing. They are more like elite athletes. I can barely track him when he’s moving. He’s got something helping him.”
I open my second sight and look at him as he arrives back at his start point. The choker around his neck is covered in red glyphs and glowing brighter than his aura. He shakes the crop in my direction and we’re all spattered with Feliz’s blood. I flip him the bird again. He laughs and launches again to split Feliz’s flesh a third time and return in the blink of an eye.
