by Mia Moore
He whispered “You look so hot! I’ve noticed people checking you out. But you’re with me and hands off to everyone else. How do you feel? Comfortable?”
“Yeah. It’s interesting and after a few glasses of wine, I’m not feeling that self conscious. And I don’t want to share you either.”
“Would you mind if we mingle a bit? There’re a couple of people here, I’d like to say hi to.”
She and Craig made their way to a group of people who were laughing and enjoying some joke. Craig eased himself in to stand in front of a tall, sultry eyed, blond woman. He took her hand, kissed it and said “Hello Alexis. How've you been?”
Alexis was wearing a cat suit, tailored to expose her breasts and bottom. She leaned forward, kissed Craig on the cheek and turned to face Jessica. Her eyes lingered on Jessica’s face and then lowered to run the length of her body to her shoes.
“Who is your gorgeous pet, Craig? Are you going to be a good sport and share?” Alexis smiled at Jessica.
“This is Jessica, Alexis, and no I’m not sharing. Especially with you. She was hetero when she arrived and I want her hetero when she leaves. YOU have too smooth a way with the ladies.” Craig teased.
At his side, she exhaled. For a minute it looked like there may be something going on between Alexis and Craig.
A petite woman with the dark complexion and fine delicate features of the Philippines appeared at Alexis’s side.
“Lidia!” Craig held his arms out.
The young woman turned her head to Alexis, silently asking permission.
At Alexis’s subtle nod, Lidia threw her arms around Craig’s neck and kissed him squarely on the mouth. He lifted her petite body in a bear hug, and swung her legs from side to side. He released her and introduced Jessica. Lidia threw her arms around Jessica’s neck and kissed Jessica’s lips, lingering… willing them apart.
“Enough, Lidia.” Alexis commanded. “Kneel!” Lidia dropped to her knees at Alexis’s side, hands clasped together in front of her. “Good girl.” Alexis stroked Lidia’s cheek with her fingers.
Jessica stood in a state of shock. With lips still parted slightly, her mind was reeling at her response to Lidia’s kiss. It was so soft… small, tender lips and tongue. Just like the song ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it. But did she like it?
Craig’s hand slid down her back, cupping one of her cheeks as he and Alexis started chatting – he, talking about his newest book and Alexis bringing him up to speed on how her restaurant and life was going.
Lidia reached out tentatively and softly ran her fingertips up and down the back of Jessica’s thigh.
Oh my God. She’s stroking my leg now. First she kisses me and now this. Do I shush her hand away? Do I step closer to Craig away from her? I never thought a woman would be stroking my leg. I thought it would be some horny old man. I’m okay, as long as she doesn’t raise her hand higher. Actually it kind of feels nice. Jessica silently stood, caught up in her inner turmoil.
“Lidia! You may think you’re fooling me, but I know what you're doing! Stop playing with Jessica’s thigh. Did you ask permission? Craig’s? Jessica’s or mine? You scamp! Bend over. Face on the floor.” Alexis ordered.
Alexis flicked the whip which had been loosely hanging from her waistband, across Lidia’s back. She whipped Lidia’s ass repeatedly while Lidia sighed and writhed, loving every stroke. Jessica stared as it became obvious that Lidia was experiencing an orgasm.
A loud gong rang, interrupting conversations and scenes.
Thank God, literally saved by the bell. I don’t know what to say or do. I can’t believe what I just saw. A woman having an orgasm! And because of pain! She held the hand Craig extended and allowed herself be led away.
“Doms and subs, please go to the Dining Room Theatre” the Major announced.
He retreated and people followed him. Many people, knowing the eroticism in store smiled with anticipation. Wide eyed Newbies (Jessica included) glanced nervously around.
The party was led to a tiered theatre. Jessica saw platforms of dining areas, white linen clad tables, fresh flowers and candles. Craig escorted Jessica to their table, holding the chair for her to be seated next to Annik, and across from Kevin.
A bright spotlight appeared on the stage, centered on a man wearing a black tuxedo.
“Ladies and Gentlemen – Doms and Subs – I welcome you to Paradox’s. I am The Major. In the Greek myth, Paradox was the first woman created. She was given a container with gifts from the gods inside it. Her curiosity compelled her to open the box and the gifts escaped. Although some believe the gifts were evils let loose upon mankind, our interpretation is different. She opened the box and let loose gifts of pleasure, specifically pleasure of the flesh in all of its wanton variety. Tonight we will entertain you with a sampling of these pleasures.”
“Our entertainment is in three acts, the first two for your enjoyment as you dine, and the last for your pleasure. If a player calls for volunteers, you may participate in the scene. The performers you see here on the stage will be available after the show to continue the scene or any sort of play you may wish. Other members of our Staff will also be available. And now, let us dine!”
“Attendants!” He called.
A line of women and men entered from a side door of the stage. They wore short, white togas, one shoulder bare and flat sandals. Their faces were partially concealed by simple white masks just covering their eyes. Around each Attendant’s neck, suspended by a link chain was a brass medallion, inscribed with a number that corresponded to the guest table they would serve.
Jessica scanned the line, searching for number five. He was a fair, blond haired, young man with a lean athletic body. Bearing platters, they headed to their assigned tables. The blond young man smiled at her and Craig, bowing his head.
He placed before each diner, two dishes. One held a selection of escargot, shrimp, scallops and slivers of crusty bread with butter, garlic and cheese. The second dish held a small green salad with a ginger and sesame vinaigrette. The attendant next presented the bottle of Mouton-Cadet Kevin had pre-ordered. Kevin glanced at the bottle, and nodded his approval. The bottle was opened, the cork presented and also approved, and a dash of wine was poured into Kevin’s glass. He took a sip, nodded his head in approval and all of the glasses at the table were filled. A second bottle was placed in an ice filled cooler.
Kevin glanced at Craig, “No surprises with The Rothschild’s.”
“Speaking of surprises…you won’t believe what just happened to me before we came in here.” Jessica said, glancing at her table mates.
Kevin and Annik sipped their wine and looked at her.
She was blushing, unclear herself whether it was from the wine or the extraordinary experience in the ballroom.
“I know I’m new to this, but a woman just kissed me, slipped me the tongue, caressed my leg and then had the big O as she was being beaten.”
“So you met Lidia?” Annik asked.
“Yes. Does that happen all the time?” She took a long sip of her wine.
“No, not at all. You must be pretty special for her to kiss you and then risk Alexis’s anger caressing your leg. I’d be flattered Jessica. She hasn’t kissed me in a dog’s age.”
“Gee thanks, I guess.” She took another sip of her wine. It was having an effect.
“The important thing is you, Jessica. Did you like it?” Annik asked.
Kevin and Craig looked at Jessica, both curious for her answer.
Jessica noticed their attentiveness, and said “I know the guys would love for me to say yes. I can see them salivating. But honestly, I don’t know. That’s a first for me.”
Annik placed her hand on Jessica's. “That’s honest.” Annik shot a look to Kevin and Craig which clearly conveyed the message, ease up. Go back to your own conversation. I’ve got this. She turned to Jessica once more and continued. “You look great by the way. Where’d you get your outfit?”
“Pleasure.”
Jessica opened her purse, wrote her home number on a card and handing it to Annik, asked, “So that’s the proper term for it? ‘Fet Wear’?”
“Sounds better than ‘Sexy Dresses’.”
“Or ‘Slut Wear!’”
Annik grinned at her.
The light on stage lit up, drawing their attention.
“Now for Paradox’s own appetizer.” Craig leaned over and whispered in her ear.
A woman appeared on stage wearing the gauzy skirt, bra and scarf of a harem belly dancer. Her sequins flashed and bangles clanged to a sultry, mid eastern melody as she danced in a sensuous, suggestive manner. Halfway through the performance, she felt the Bumblebee softly buzz. She looked at Craig, his face abstract and nonchalant. She tried to maintain her composure, while Craig increased the intensity. She felt a small orgasm building as she tried to keep some semblance of decorum. Unable to withstand anymore, she surrendered and placed her utensils on her plate, then grasped the edge of the table. She lowered her head as the wave of pleasure flowed over her, while the music reached its own crescendo. She exhaled, relaxing into her chair.
Annik leaned over, “Bumblebee?”
Jessica could only nod.
“You lucky girl.” Annik smiled at her.
Oh my God! I just had an orgasm at a dinner table! They’re acting like this happens every day! This was certainly a night to remember.
Attendants once more appeared, carrying the main courses to their assigned tables.
Deep musical notes pulsed as the audience started to eat. The melody continued throughout dinner, providing sensual background music. As the guests finished, the attendants cleared the tables and the music changed. Kevin refilled everyone's wine glass for the second act.
On stage the curtain rose once more revealing a red illuminated silk screen. The silhouetted forms of two men and women appeared behind the screen.
One of the men grasped the wrists of one of the women, lifting her arms, fastening her hands to a suspended hook. He picked up a flogger and lashed it repeatedly across her back. The shadowed woman writhed and rolled her head from side to side.
The other man reached out to the second woman and led her to a bench, similar in appearance to a gymnast’s pommel horse. She lay across the top surface, facing the floor, knees and elbows bent, resting on supports attached at the sides of the bench. He raised his hand and delivered a few quick hard swats to her ass. His hand gently caressed her bottom, before he turned to pick up a long cat of nine tails. Once more he beat her, whipping her exposed back.
She stared mesmerized by the performance on stage. It was a dance of sorts - the theatre, filled with the sound of throbbing music, counterpointed by the low cries of the bound and beaten submissives. The strokes of the lashes, the writhing of the willing victims, were done in rhythm to the musical piece playing. But it was not feigned. Jessica could hear the crack every time leather snapped against flesh. The controlled violence and sensual music created an aura of passion, filling the room.
In time with a swelling crescendo from the speakers, the two submissives cried out; each gave a last arch of back or twist of torso, before falling limp. The Dominants dropped their implements and approached their partners, to tenderly caress the spent women. The music played a soft denouement as the lights creating the silhouettes dimmed, and the players faded from sight. When the stage was fully dark, the audience applauded.
Annik turned to her “How do you like the show?”
“It’s incredible! I feel like I’m in a movie or some fantasy. I’m eating a scrumptious meal- you’re so right about the food, Craig,” she said, glancing to him, “I’m dressed more slut- no, ‘alluringly’ than I ever have in my life. And I’m watching an erotic live performance. It’s like a dream.”
“Yes. A fantasy place. A dark Disneyland of sexual delights” Annik said smiling at Jessica and Craig.
“You haven’t seen anything yet. Wait ‘till you see the main act.” Kevin looked at Jessica.
“There’s more? And it’s even better?”
“Welcome to Oz, Dorothy.”
The Attendants again appeared, serving coffee and dessert.
The curtain rose revealing a dark dungeon. Manacles hung on the walls; on the side, was a padded table with stirrups, resembling to her, a gynecologist’s examination table. The focal object, in the centre of the stage was an X shaped cross.
A muscular, black man wearing leather chaps and a vest strode onto the stage. Holding a chain attached to the collar of a shorter, blond man, the black Dom directed him to the manacles. He raised the submissive's arms and attached him, so that the Sub faced the wall. Gently, he kicked the sub’s inner calf indicating he wanted the Sub’s legs spread. The black Dom then started hitting the Sub repeatedly with a bamboo cane.
Next, a swarthy man wearing the hood of an Executioner entered. He was naked except for the hood and laced knee high sandals. Walking to the medical table, he gave a short whistle. A young nude woman, with long dark hair appeared. With eyes cast downward, hands clasped together in front of her, she approached. The Executioner grabbed her by the hair thrusting her on the table. He strapped her hands to restraints on each side and placed thick leather straps over each ankle. He began to gently whip her with a soft, doeskin leather flogger, striking her stomach and breasts, trailing the ends across her flesh after each stroke. The woman writhed in pain from each blow… or was it desire?
A tall, dark haired, woman wearing a birdlike mask and feathered headpiece stepped on to the stage. A cape fastened to her shoulders draped over her back to the floor. Her breasts were naked above a leather midriff corset. She wore a garter belt, black stockings and high spiked heels. In her hand was a chain. Turning to face the audience, she tugged on it. Emerging from the side curtain was a delicately pretty, blond haired woman, also topless. She wore a studded collar, short leather skirt and thigh high, black leather boots. The female Domme pulled the blond Sub to her, ordering her to her knees. The Domme raised her right spiked heel and placed it on the prostrated Sub’s back. She flicked a cat of nine tails with metal tipped ends across the Sub’s buttocks, hitting her again and again. Red angry welts appeared on the young woman’s ass.
The Executioner and the black Dom joined the ‘Birdwoman’. She removed her foot from the young girl’s back and gestured for the male Dom to secure the girl to the cross facing outward.
Turning to face the audience, she said. “There are three Subs on stage, ready for you. We have Erik, our naughty boy tied to the wall. He needs to be punished. Erik will show his gratitude to a male Dom who whips him well.”
“We have Ginger on the medical bench. She likes a soft beating. Hannah on the St. Andrew’s cross, is a pain slut. Do I have any volunteers who will Use these Subs?” asked the woman.
Jessica glanced at Craig and Kevin and then scanned the audience to see if there were volunteers. Three people left their table and approached the stage – two men and one woman. Judging by what they were wearing and the way they confidently walked, they probably were Doms.
The first man to reach the stage approached Eric. In contrast to Eric’s lean muscled body, the Dom was portly. A dark shirt encased a round stomach, which protruded over tight leather pants. He picked up the cane and started flogging Eric.
The other, a man who appeared to be in his forties, approached the medical table. He wore a Scottish soldier’s attire, replete with plaid kilt. Taking the doe skin flogger in his hand, he beat Ginger’s back, legs and buttocks, while walking around her on the table, changing up the angle of each blow. Standing next to Ginger’s waist he softly trailed the ends of the flogger between her legs, watching her squirm. Jessica strained to see his kilt, Was HE tented?
Her eyes next flitted to the cross, where a middle aged woman, wearing a red corset and t
high high boots was caning Hannah’s breasts and thighs.
Annik leaned close to Jessica and whispered. “The cane hurts the most of any object you're seeing used.”
Jessica stared at her wide eyed before once more turning back to the stage.
The scene continued in its mixture of pain, humiliation and eroticism. Craig turned the bumblebee on once more and glanced at Jessica. He noticed her arousal as he slid his hand along her thigh. She glanced at him before taking a sip of her wine, wondering how far he would take this. Abruptly, he turned it off. She exhaled, a sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure she was ready to experience another O in the midst of a crowd, even if the scene on stage was erotic.
She was surprised at her response to the stage show. If a month ago someone told me that I would be here, dressed like this, having a climax and a half at a dinner table, I would have told them they were in serious need of psychiatric help and were using cheap drugs. And yet, here she was. And she was having the experience of a lifetime.
The back of Erik’s body was a collection of welts crisscrossing, pink stripes, his flesh coated with a sheen of sweat. Satisfied with his handiwork, the portly Dom placed his flogger on a nearby table and released the boy from the manacles. Erik dropped to the floor and crawled to the Dom on his hands and knees. He clutched at the master’s thighs, rubbing his head into the Dom’s legs.
She turned to see Ginger. Stimulated by the light beating, followed closely by the soft ends of the flogger trailing over her sensitized body, she was sitting up, clutching the Dom who had joined her. As her arms held him close, he caressed her hair and down along her back.
Hannah had been harshly beaten and was now hanging limply on the cross. The Domme knelt to undo the feet bindings and then raised herself to release Hannah’s hands. She held Hannah in her arms as together they eased to the floor. The lights on stage dimmed and the curtain fell, ending the performance. Loud applause filled the air as the audience demonstrated their appreciation. Each volunteer Dom slipped through the curtain and took a bow, before returning to their tables.