I left my apartment building, with the black box and the mask inside, tucked under my arm. A limousine was waiting for me. Thank you, Carter…
I got in. Carter was nowhere to be seen. There was a chilled bottle of champagne and a single flute glass. Why not? I poured myself a glass, sat back, and did my best to relax. We were off.
Anguish was the premier dungeon in the city, and a well-kept secret. It was in the warehouse district… which made the site of limousines and town cars driving through it a bit of a paradox. Still.
I’d had two glasses on the way, enough to loosen me up a little. Just shy of tipsy. I looked in a mirror as I put on my mask. I checked myself out. I looked downright mysterious. Carter was going to love it.
I stepped out of the limo, onto a blood red carpet. I announced myself to the doorman, and walked alone though the double doors.
Here we go…
I shrugged off my jacket, and gave it to the coat girl. I passed through lush black curtains… and inside Anguish was a playground of carnal delights. Any windows had been painted over, and lush curtains covered the walls. Red carpet led a trail through the dungeon and all its marvelous playthings.
There were rich and powerful men and women, here. I wasn’t impressed with money— I never had been— but the power that came with it was another matter entirely. There was an Oscar winning actor, doing a fine job of concealing his fascination with a woman on a St. Andrew’s Cross.
Beautiful people, far as the eye could see. It wasn’t overly crowded, though. After all: part of the appeal of the place was its exclusivity.
It was just after nine. I was fashionably late… And there was Carter.
He was hobnobbing with a barrel chested older man, with girls half his age on either arm. I think he was a judge? I’d seen him around here, before.
I did my best catwalk strut up to Carter, and gave him a demure smile. No reason to oversell it. “Hello, sir.”
He turned to me, and smiled. “Hello, Lila. How wonderful of you to come when you’re told.” I see. Carter was establishing dominance early. This was going to be a show.
I nodded, and bowed my head a touch. “I do as Sir tells me.” A shiver ran up my spine.
The judge was clearly impressed. “Why, Morrison! You’ve certainly caught yourself a fine filly.” He reached out a hand, for mine.
I checked with Carter, who gave the slightest nod. I gave the judge my hand, and he kissed my knuckles. “If you should ever find yourself without company for a night.”
I gave a soft giggle. These men were so easy to play. “I am with Sir exclusively. It’s as he wants.”
My eyes flitted to Carter, who gave the judge an ‘I told you so’ look.
The judge gracefully let go of my hand, and took up the arm of his second girl, again. “My my. She is well-trained, at that. You’re a lucky man, you scoundrel.”
My Billionaire barked a laugh. “Don’t I know it.” He held out his hand, and I took it. He didn’t make eye contact. “Come.”
We made our way ‘round the dungeon, mingling, chatting, eyeing up the competition. There were some beautiful people in attendance. A Victoria’s Secret model was cinched up off the ground, in velvet ropes.
It seemed uncomfortable, but on closer look, I saw that she’d been trussed up by a master. None of the ropes were on her joints. None of them were too tight, or cutting off her circulation. She was bound, but had mobility. Lucky girl…
We turned around, and my heart stopped. Andrew Mayer was here. My father’s best friend. He’d known me since grade school. He’d attended every birthday party, joined us for family vacations. He’d come to my high school and college graduations. Hell. He was ‘Uncle Andrew’. If he knew I was here…
I stopped on a dime, and recovered almost immediately. Still. Carter had noticed. He turned to me, and held his iron grip on my forearm. “What is it?”
I swallowed, and took a breath. “Nothing, sir. It’s fine.”
He squeezed, and spoke through clenched teeth. “What is it.”
I gave the subtlest nod in Uncle Andrew’s direction. “That man. He knows me. Vanilla me.”
Carter gave me a look. “It’s not like that. He’s a friend of the family. A close friend.”
He loosened his grip on my arm. “I see. Best not slip up and catch his eye, then.”
I nodded, and relaxed a touch.
Carter walked us closer to Uncle Andrew. He was with… not his wife. I didn’t recognize her at all. Oh well. None of my business.
We walked right past him. Other than him admiring my body, he didn’t give the slightest hint that he knew me. Whew.
That’s when I saw it. What ‘Sir’ had in mind for me, that night.
A black and gold Bondage Horse. Oh, my…
The Bondage Horse was a top-of-the-line model. The upholstery was soft, and spotless. My Billionaire had arranged to reserve it, specially. Someone had already fitted chains and padded cuffs at both ends, for my wrists and ankles. He led me up to the Horse, and whispered. “Get on.”
I nodded, and slipped out of my pumps. I straddled the Horse. It was… surprisingly comfortable. I could have quite a nice time on this…
Sir ran his fingers along my thigh. I was smooth to the touch, and felt a flush of warmth inside me as he caressed me. His hand kept going, across my knee, down my calf.
He reached my ankle. He opened the leather shackle, and wrapped it around my ankle. He pulled it shut. “Is that too tight?” I shook my head ‘no’. He buckled it, and repeated the action on my other ankle.
I caressed the upholstery. It was smooth and soft, under my fingertips. He held out his hand for mine. I gave it to him, and he kissed the top of my hand. He held up the leather shackle, and bound my wrist. “Is that too tight?”
I shook my head no again, and he cinched it shut. In a matter of seconds, I was bound to the Horse. The chains at the front of the beast were much longer than in the back. I could sit up on the Horse, but had no hopes of leaving it.
Sir squeezed my calf. He ran his hand up my leg, to the back of my knee. He teased his finger in little circles there, and it sent a shiver through me. I was getting warm. He pressed on my back, and I bent forward.
Without warning, he pulled back his hand and smacked me hard on the ass. “AAAhhH!” I shuddered. Ohhh, but I liked it when he was rough. I grunted in delight, as he circled the Bondage Horse, thoughtfully. He reached up and tugged the strap of my bra, off my shoulder. The strap slipped down my arm, but the garment otherwise stayed in place. Do it. Use me. I’m here for Sir…
When he was out of my sight, behind me, I started to breathe hard. SMACK. A sharp sting of pain exploded on my ass, and I groaned again. I could feel his hand, traveling up my back. He ran his hand into my hair, and made a fist. He pulled back hard, on my head.
“Do you like that, tramp?”
I nodded.
“Don’t just nod, say it.”
I was breathing harder, now. “Mmm. I like it when you smack my ass, sir.”
He gave me a single nod, and SMACKED me again. I squealed.
At that… we started to gain an audience. Men in tuxedos and half-naked women started to gather before the Horse. They could see me, my hands balled into fists, savoring the sting of pain.
My Billionaire came back out in front with a long, thin paddle. He showed it to me, first, then he used it. He spanked my right cheek, hard. I tried and failed to swallow a squeal. I was wet.
And there was Uncle Andrew. Oh no. I gripped the horse, trying to hide my nerves.
I was an exhibitionist. I got off on the thought (and act) of being naked in front of others. But the thought of my dad’s best friend seeing me like that, a man that had known me since since I was a little girl!
The idea of it made me squirm with shame… And it was also hot as hell.
Oh, jesus. What was Carter doing?
He looked at me, and smiled openly at our audience. His hand was on my shoulder. His hand was o
n my shoulder strap. He pulled it down, with force. My breasts started to spill out of the fabric. I gasped. No!
Yes!
He didn’t know it was you. Breathe. Savor it. You can still get off anytime you need to. You have your safe word: ‘Red Hornet’.
My breasts were heavy, and since Sir had bent me over, they were all but spilling out of my bra. I was breathing fast and hard. Sir handed the paddle to the movie star.
The actor turned the paddle this way and that in his hand, pretending he’d never used one before. I could tell, though. He disappeared behind me, and spanked me with the paddle. Hard.
I squealed, I groaned. Fuck, it felt good. I was wet. I was damp. I could feel my panties, sticking to my folds. Uuuuhn…
Sir reached behind my back. What was he doing now?
With one hand, he unfastened my bra. I felt the tension disappear, across my shoulder blades. I shrieked. I buried my chest on the Bondage Horse. Oh god. Oh god. Don’t let them see me like this. Don’t let Uncle Andrew see me like this.
I was still in agreement with my Billionaire, though. I hadn’t said my safe word. He could still tease me mercilessly…
He coaxed me to sit up on the horse, and the bra tumbled off my chest. My nipples were hard in the cool air. I was exposed. I was exposed. My Uncle Andrew could see me, even if he didn’t know it was me. Fuck, I was wet!
Sir stood on my right side, looking at me. He caressed my jaw, my throat. His touch was light, for a change. His fingers slipped down my collar bone, between my breasts. He brought it back up, cupping my breast in his hand.
He took his other hand, and rubbed my nipple between his fingers. I was hard. I was getting harder. My nipple blushed at the sting of it, and I bit down on my lip. “You like that, don’t you, slut?”
I cleared my throat. “Yes, Sir.”
He leaned in and kissed my breast. He groped my breast with his free hand, and squeezed and fondled me. It was crazy how good it felt. And just a few feet away, Uncle Andrew was eyeing me like a piece of meat…
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god… I was so wet. I was rocking, back and forth on top the horse. It was involuntary.
The movie star spanked me again, hard, with the paddle. I cried out. I jerked so hard, my mask slipped a millimeter down my face. No!!
I squealed! Oh god. Oh god. I was on the edge of utter humiliation. He couldn’t know it was me. He couldn’t know it was me. He couldn’t know it was me…
“Thank you, I think that’s enough of that.”
I relaxed a touch. Sir ran his hand across my corset.
“Did you enjoy that, tramp?”
I nodded, and remembered just in time. “Yes sir. Yes, very much.”
“Good.” Sir held out a hand, and the white gloved hand of a servant gave him a vibrator.
My eyes went wide, under the mask. Oh, yes!
He turned to the audience. “I need a volunteer.”
Uncle Andrew raised his hand. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Sir chuckled, and invited him over. “See those strings?” he asked, pointing at my panties. “Would you be a friend and pull them off?”
I held my breath. Uncle Andrew stepped closer. Oh jesus. This man was not family. We didn’t share a single drop of blood. But he knew me. It felt obscene, having his eyes linger on my breasts. He put his hand on my side, and ran it down, down to my hip.
I squirmed at the dirty feelings, boiling inside me. I bit my tongue and savored it. He pinched the strings on the side of my panties, and tugged them loose.
Then, he walked around behind me, taking his time to enjoy the sight of my punished, bruising red ass. I heard his shallow breaths, his heavy footsteps. He came around to my other side, and tugged the strings loose, holding my panties together.
I didn’t dare speak. I didn’t dare breathe. I clutched the horse tight.
“Let’s have a big hand for our volunteer!” The audience clapped politely, and my Uncle Andrew left the scene, returning to his spot in the crowd.
Jesus I was wet. I felt Sir’s hand on my ass. He pulled the black fabric off my ass, and slipped his fingers over my lips. “AAAhhhHHHAaaa…”
He tugged my panties clean off. Oh jesus. He brought the vibrator up to my folds, and turned it on. He massaged my pussy with the vibrator with one hand, while he squeezed my ass with the other.
I trembled and shook on the horse. Fuck fuck fuck fuck— I knew tonight was going to be kinky, but having my Uncle standing so close had pushed it into a bizarre place of heightened sensation. Every muscle was trembling. I was close, already.
“Oh mister movie star?” said Sir. The actor came back up, and disappeared behind me. “Be a pal, and make my girl come.”
I felt the vibrator disappear from my pussy. It came back, but the pressure was different. It wasn’t Sir’s touch, anymore. He’d handed the toy to the actor, who rubbed it against my lips. I was wet, and swollen with lust. Fucking hell—
Sir traveled up my side, and squeezed my tit. The vibrator penetrated me with a stranger’s hand, and I screamed. I screamed out loud, as I came.
I was a squirter. I felt no shame in that, but here I was, down practically on all fours, losing control of my body in front of— AAaaaaaaAAAAHHHH!!
A torrent of wetness splashed out of my pussy. The orgasm wracked through me, as I bit down hard on my lip. I thought I was going to rip holes in the upholstery, with my nails.
I gasped, and struggled to catch my breath. Fuck me, it’s never been like this. When I opened my eyes, I panicked again. The mask had slid down, a bit more. Oh no.
The movie star stood up straight, behind me. I had to have squirted all over his hands… “Guess I don’t know my own strength,” he joked. The audience ate it up.
With Sir’s help, I sat up on the Horse. I couldn’t resist it as he unfastened my bodice. Thankfully, I didn’t have any tattoos, or identifying marks to be identified by. He pulled the corset off me, and laid it on the floor.
I was completely exposed, now. The audience had watched me go wild, and lose control.
I was dizzy with endorphins. The chains on my wrists were long enough that I could sit up, but not so long that I could fix my mask, without risking it slipping off entirely.
“Did you enjoy that, slut?” Sir asked. I nodded.
“Yes. Very much.”
“I bet you did.” He stood in front of me, now. I couldn’t see anyone in the audience.
He caressed my face. “How badly do you want to get off?” he asked.
“What?” I whispered.
He reached behind my head, and started tugging at the knot in the mask’s black ribbon. “Do you want them to see? Do you?”
I shook my head.
Sir unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. “Get me off. Get me off, and you get to get off.”
I bared my teeth. “You bastard. This isn’t what we agreed to. You don’t get to play with my privacy like this.”
Sir frowned. “What?”
“Red fucking Hornet. I didn’t agree to this. Get me off this thing right fucking now.”
Carter went pale at that. “What?”
The chains on my wrist were long enough to reach his cock. I grabbed him, hard. “Listen to me, fucker. I don’t care how much money you have. You are going to tighten the ribbon right fucking now, or the concept of you even thinking about getting hard will be a distant fucking memory.”
He looked down on me with actual fear in his eyes. He’d crossed a line, and knew I wasn’t kidding around. I don’t care how rough things got, power play came with respect. I squeezed again. Hard.
“I’m sorry!” he winced. I didn’t let go. He carefully re-tied the ribbon on my mask, fixing it in place. It was tight, and it wasn’t going to budge again. I snapped my fingers, and pointed at my wrist. I didn’t let go of him.
He unbound my wrist, then the other. Then, and only then did I let go of his cock. He’d actually gotten harder as I had reprimanded him. It gave me ideas.
He
unbound my ankles, without my having to ask. He picked up my things, and carried them for me. I picked up my shoes, and stalked off to an aftercare room. I was furious.
The aftercare suite was a simple bedroom. After powerful scene work, people came here for some tender affection, to get them back to their comfort zone. Being in Anguish, it held a king-sized bed with 400 count thread sheets, and the door was sound-proofed. I was still seething mad.
Carter opened the door, and closed it behind him. I stood by the bed, naked, except for my mask.
I turned on him and screamed at the top of my lungs. “What the FUCK do you think you were doing out there?”
He dropped my things at his feet. “We had an agreement, Lila. You agreed to come here and—”
I pushed him against the door. “I agreed to the mask. Everything was fine until you started to fucking toy with me. You wanna make me come? Make me come. You want to fuck my face while people watch? We can do that. You wanna drag my other life into it against my express wishes? Fuck no!”
He opened his mouth to answer. I grabbed him by the hair, and knocked his head against the door.
“I didn’t say you could speak!”
He trembled, looking at me. His chest rose and fell.
“I know you’re used to getting your own way. That’s fine with other people. But you EVER try that shit again with me, or anything that crosses that same line, and you will regret it for the rest of your goddamn life.”
His mouth dropped open. I kissed him hard on the mouth. He groaned. He sounded happy and confused, all at once. I broke the kiss. “Do we have terms?”
He stuttered, and didn’t say anything.
“DO WE HAVE TERMS.”
He nodded.
“Good. Now get on the fucking bed.”
My Billionaire was a very good boy, after that. He was hard. I tore his pants open, and dragged them off his thighs. I opened the end table drawer, and found a ribbon of condoms. I tore one loose, and threw it at him. “You don’t get to come in me. You lost that privilege.”
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