by Paul Preston
“I like it, Belle. You did a great job.”
“Thanks, honey, you’re nice. By the way, do you know who’s on the schedule?”
“Schedule?” Laura asked.
“You know, who they’ve got you paired up with for the show? Sometimes they don’t tell us. Anyway, I hope it’s not the same fucker who gave me the STD this week. At least this place is paying my normal salary while I’m off. Are you nervous?”
“A little.”
“Don’t be, honey. Sometimes you never know what to expect though. The other day some old lady in the audience totally freaked out during the show, shouting, ’Stop! Stop! I’m going to call the police!’ during the disciplining scene. We had to stop the show for a minute. I wanted to shout back at her, ’Hey, lady, at least I get paid for this. You have to suck on your husband’s ugly old cock for free!’ Oh my God, we got to get going. We only have a few minutes to get to the Green Room. Throw this cute outfit on.”
While trying to hide her embarrassment at being the prudish old lady from the audience, Laura focused on getting into costume. She completely undressed and put on pretty pale white sheer stockings, a garter belt to keep them up, and a matching pale white sheer top with the thinnest of straps that barely covered and completely exposed her breasts. She slipped into some shiny transparent high heel shoes.
“You look very good,” Belle said, admiring her work.
“Thank you, Belle, but where are the panties?”
“I think it’s way sexier without any. The Doms like easy access, you know. So does the audience. Come on.”
“But wait, I can’t...”
Belle grabbed Laura’s hand and ran her through a confusing maze of underground passageways, until they reached the Green Room.
“Here we are then, honey. Like Stevie said there’s some drinks in the frig. I’ve got to get back out to the floor, they’re short staffed tonight and there’s a huge crowd so they asked me to work the front of the house. Will you be OK by yourself for a minute here?”
“Sure, Belle, thanks for all your help.”
Watching Belle bustle out, Laura felt happy and proud Stephen had resisted her seductive charms and had given himself freely to her. It made her feel pretty and desired by him even more. She began to feel the preshow jitters when Belle said there’d be a big crowd. She heard the rustling of an audience coming from above her and surmised the Green Room must be directly below the backstage area. There were butterflies in her stomach as she crossed the dimly lit room to grab a bottle of water out of the mini fridge. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw a shadow move by.
“Who’s there? Is there someone there?” she asked nervously.
She looked around the room and took a drink of water.
“My nerves must be on edge… Oh great, now I’m talking to myself.”
As she took another drink of water, she felt a presence behind her, turned and gasped when she saw a large muscular leather clad man with a shadowy lined face towering above her. Startled, she dropped the bottle of water and it rolled across the floor.
“Well, well, well. Who do we have here? You must be our new sub. You are a pretty thing, aren’t you?”
The Dungeon Master spoke in a richly resonating and gravelly baritone voice that made Laura’s skin cold and her breath stop. Embarrassed by her exposed skin, she instinctively placed a hand over her right breast, cupping it.
“Did I give you permission to cover yourself, little one?”
Apparently, Laura’s modesty had the unintentional effect of arousing this monster of a man. Despite her fear, Laura could not help but notice the bulbous head of his penis bulging out from under the folds of his tight black leather pants. The Dungeon Master followed her eyes to his cock.
“You like what you see, mistress?”
Laura tried to calm herself. She took a deep breath, but still felt a little weak in her knees. She wished she hadn’t dropped her water and wanted another bottle, but she was too scared to move.
“Oh, I think there must be some mistake, sir.”
“That’s two direct questions you have not answered, nor have you bowed down before your master when he greeted you or averted your eyes to the floor. That’s four major mistakes in under a minute that will cost you several lashings. And I am not known for punishing my subs on the ass like the other pussy-whipped doms around here. I will whip you on your open, exposed and apparently now wet pussy and across those soft luscious big tits of yours. On those tits that I will soon claim as mine…”
Before she knew what was happening, the huge man grabbed her from behind and pulled her against his erection as he spoke, one arm grasping her around her breasts and the fingers of the other hand lightly sweeping through the lips of her open wet sex. Laura felt nauseous, dizzy and sickened by his touch, but also couldn’t understand why her sex had actually become wet by the touch of this man whom she immediately loathed.
Why is this making me aroused?
Laura was unable to move in his arms. She shut her eyes and tried to block out the thought that this was the third man in the last forty eight hours to touch the intimate spots reserved only for her husband. She felt his enormous erection grinding against her back side.
“And it will sting. It will leave a permanent mark. And I promise you will scream out more with pain than pleasure at my whip…”
Laura could feel her heart racing and fluttering. The man picked her up and carried her to a chair, sat down and placed her on his lap while continuing to caress and hold both breasts in his hands, rubbing her hard nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
“Please, sir, I’d rather you...”
“What is your name, little one? I don’t mean sub or slave. I like to get to know the new subs a little before we go out on stage together. What is your actual name?”
“Laura.”
“That’s a pretty name, Laura.
“Please. I’d rather you not touch me there, sir.”
“You’re a feisty one. Pity the show starts in less than twenty minutes. So little time to play. Alas, we must get you prepared for our show.”
“Perhaps there’s been some sort of scheduling error that you may not be aware of?”
“I don’t think so, Laura. I am the Dungeon Master here. I am under a standing engagement to assist nightly in the bondage and domination for all the 11:00 shows.”
“Well, sir, I was expecting to go out on stage with Stephen.”
“Who?”
“You know, Stevie? He works here. I was expecting him any minute.”
“You mean that faggotty ass pussy that parks my car? He’s not allowed backstage with the talent.”
“Perhaps you were not aware of the change in the...”
Suddenly the Dungeon Master lost his temper. Laura’s body trembled and flinched when he shouted.
“Enough of your back-talk! You are really getting me in the mood for the show, sub. Perhaps we do have time for a quick fuck backstage. That is after I whip your pussy and breasts first. Come with me, slave.”
The Dungeon Master stood up, carrying Laura around the waist in one his powerful arms, through the green room door and up a dimly lit flight of steps. Laura adjusted her eyes to the darkness to see he had taken her to some sort of backstage area of the theater. No one was there. The only illumination came from a single bulb on a light stand. He dropped her down on a wheeled platform with a single thick post mounted into the middle, her knees buckling under her. Before Laura could react or fight back, the Dungeon Master grabbed both of her arms, twisted them behind the post in a painful angle, held both her wrists in one massive grip and quickly and expertly tied a rope around her and the post, securing her there.
“Hey! What the fuck are you doing?” Laura shouted.
Next the Dungeon Master circled behind the platform, picking her up off the ground by her calves, spreading them apart and pulling them back so that her ass was wedged tightly into the post. As if he was roping off a fall
en bull’s hind legs, he wrapped the rope around her ankles, threading the loose end over and through the space between the rope and her wrists. With one firm pull, he effectively bent Laura’s wrists back together while lifting her ankles, hogtieing her to the post.
“Hey, you sick mother-fucker! That really hurts! Oh my God! Let me go! Somebody! Help!” Laura screamed.
The Dungeon Master silenced her by placing a plastic red ball gag into her mouth and tying it securely behind her head.
“There. That’s much better. You have a mouth on you, sub. Haven’t you been trained?”
The Dungeon Master circled around the platform, admiring his handiwork. Laura tried to move and scream, but realized she was completely immobilized by her bondage. With a look of terror in her eyes, she realized she could no longer breathe through her mouth, so she took deep breaths through her nostrils, in and out, trying to calm herself.
“And now, the finishing touch.”
He slipped a black blindfold over her eyes.
“There now. Comfy? You may nod your head once to say yes.”
Laura tried to take deep breaths and calm her racing heart. She nodded yes to appease him. In the position of her confinement, her back was arched and her breasts appeared much larger and fuller than before. Her thighs were forced open in this position, fully exposing and opening her sex for him to see. The Dungeon Master finished a full circle around the platform. He let out a low moan as he grabbed her breasts through the sheer fabric and squeezed. Despite his large hands, he could not fit them around the circumference of her breasts. He moved his hands down her flat stomach and around her firm round hips pinned to the post and began sliding his large fingers, first one, then two, in and out of the wet lips of her sex, all while whispering in her ear.
“You have the most beautiful and responsive body of all the subs, Laura. I intend to make myself clear to you. I’ve decided to replace this simple black collar with a diamond studded one, put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife. But unfortunately there is no time right now to discuss our future plans. Despite the fondness I feel for you, I still need to teach you a lesson for breaking the rules of decorum here. This whipping will indeed be painful, but it is meant to teach you obedience, subservience and respect for your dom. Though I regret having to permanently scar these lovely tits of yours, it will mark you for all the world to see as mine. My future wife and my sweet sub.”
Laura felt his hands upon her again, pulling the straps of her top over her shoulders and exposing her breasts. Just as the Dungeon Master pulled his arm and shoulder back to deliver the whipping, Stephen burst through the door and jumped on his back, deflecting the blow. The Dungeon Master easily flipped Stephen over his shoulder and onto the floor.
“Get the fuck away from her, asshole. Did you touch her, you sick bastard?”
“What did you call me, boy?”
“I called you a sick fucking bastard! Did you lay your hands on my sub, you fucker?”
“Who do you think you are, coming into the backstage area? You’re not allowed back here before a show.”
“Get away from her. What the fuck were you about to do to her? Were you going to whip her?”
“What goes on between me and one of my subs is none of your...”
“She’s not your sub, you big stupid son of a bitch!” Stephen screamed.
Stephen charged him, throwing his full weight and power into him, but it was like running into a block of stone. The Dungeon Master swept him aside easily, hitting him solidly over the left eye with the wooden handle of his whip. Blood trickled into his eye and down the side of his face.
“Shit! You fucker!” Stephen screamed out in pain.
Stephen grabbed a dirty rag off the floor to stop the flow of blood. Hearing the fight, Laura struggled in vain to free herself from the ropes.
Just as the Dungeon Master pulled back the lash once more, Williamson called out in a commanding voice.
“Dungeon Master, stand down!”
“But Mr. Williamson...” the Dungeon Master protested, interrupted by Williamson.
“I just witnessed you strike a co-worker. You broke a rule in the contract you signed with us.”
“But he was interfering in my preparation for...”
“Change of plans. I suppose you didn’t check the posted schedule. The 11:00 time slot is his.”
“What? Why? He parks cars here. He’s not a Dom.”
“That may be true. But he’s doing the 11:00 show. Also I need you to make a little visit to our clinic tomorrow morning. There’s a rumor going around that you gave Belle an STD.”
“That wasn’t me! I’m clean.”
“If you are, the exam will back that up. Have the physician fax me a copy of the exam results to my office. Leave the backstage area, Dungeon Master. Now. Or clean out your locker and don’t come back.”
“Yeah, you heard the man. Exit stage right. And don’t you ever touch my woman again, fucker,” Stephen called out, blotting his head with the bloody rag.
“That’s enough, Stephen,” Williamson warned.
“Fuck you, Stevie, you gay mother-fucker. You’re a parking attendant here and you will always be a parking attendant. You’ll never be a Dom, here or anywhere else,” the Dungeon Master said, walking away.
“And don’t let the door hit you in your flabby ass on the way out, Dungeon Master.”
Williamson approached Stephen in the shadows.
“Stephen. You look like a horror show. You’re getting blood all over your shirt. The 11:00 show starts in one minute. Clean yourself up, for Christ’s Sake. And get Laura ready for her entrance. Firmin is about to read the intro you wrote out for him. Are you able to go on? Has it stopped bleeding?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“We got a full house. Don’t screw this up.”
Williamson walked over to Laura, appreciating the view.
“Good evening, Laura. It’s Mr. Williamson, the owner of the Adam and Eve Club. Did my employee harm you in any way?”
Laura shook her head no.
“Good. You can be sure he will be disciplined severely for mistreating you and striking your friend.”
Laura nodded her head yes.
“Laura, if you don’t mind me saying, you look extremely sexy tonight. I can see that you’ve shaved. You look… very pretty. Good luck with the show.”
Williamson disappeared into the shadows. Stephen immediately went to Laura, tossed away the gag ball, slid the blindfold up to her forehead and pulled the shoulder straps up of her silk top to cover her breasts.
“Oh thank goodness it’s you, Stephen. You’re here.”
“Yes, I’m here. I’m so sorry I got delayed. I had no idea that fucker would be lurking around backstage. I’m so sorry, Laura. Are you hurt?”
“No, no. I’m OK. He didn’t harm me, he just treated me roughly, touched me inappropriately.”
“That fucking bastard.”
“He threatened me… said he was going to whip me.”
“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, Laura.”
“Oh my God, you’re bleeding. Did he hit you?”
“Yeah, he’s a fucking freak.”
“You’ve come to my rescue again and gotten hurt because of me.”
“I’m alright. It’s almost stopped bleeding.”
“Can you untie me? My God, this is tight. These ropes are really pulling at my skin. It really hurts.”
“We don’t have time. I can try to loosen them a little. I’ll get them off completely early in the show, I promise.”
The lights came up on downstage right on a microphone stand. Firmin walked into the pool of light.
“Here we go, baby. Ready to put what happened with “The Crucible” behind you once and for all?”
“I am,” Laura said.
Stephen loosened the ropes slightly, put the blindfold back over Laura’s eyes and quietly wheeled the platform into the stage darkness while Firmin made his introduction int
o the microphone.
“Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to the main attraction. The A and E Club is proud to bring you tonight an especially rare, delectable and tasty treat. This virgin morsel arrives less than one week removed from her fairytale world to make her debut as a promising submissive, with remarkably just a few days of training. For your amusement, we present to you, “The Deflowering of the Virgin Sub!”
The lights came up center stage on Laura bound to the post on the platform, as Firmin spoke.
“And who takes ownership over this slave tonight?”
“I do, Master of Ceremonies. She is mine.”
Stephen stepped out of the shadows and into the light, dressed in a well-cut black suit, slightly blood stained white Oxford shirt, grey cufflinks, thin blue tie and black dress shoes. A light cheer came from the audience, mainly from a few girls and some security staff when they saw Stephen on the stage.
“Now, the two questions. Question Number One. What are the parameters for tonight’s performance?” Firmin asked.
“No cutting, no full anal penetration.”
“Very good, Dom. And Question Number Two. Slave, what is your safe word?”
Laura could hardly talk. She knew the stage was expensively set up with state of the art sound equipment, but the lights burned into her, making her sweat and thirst for water. The ropes chafed the skin at her wrists and ankles even after Stephen loosened them and she felt actual pain in her arms and legs, twisted behind her around the post at an awkward angle. The sheer humiliation of having her exposed breasts and open sex on display in front of the entire theater also made her uncomfortable.
“Speak up, slave,” Firmin repeated, fearing they were losing the audience’s attention.
“Sleeping Beauty, sir.”
“Ahh, perfect. Well, my little innocent submissive, I assure you in our establishment, the moment we hear you say “Sleeping Beauty”, your submission will come to an end, you will be released from captivity and removed from your Dom for your safety and protection. So let us begin, “The Deflowering of the Virgin Sub”!
The spotlight on Firmin went out and he exited. Stage lights brightened the downstage area and Stephen flipped the brakes up on the platform and moved it from stage right to stage left and spun it twice, allowing the audience a full view of the front and backside of Laura’s bondage. Stephen stopped again at center stage, displaying her. She kept her head bowed, her gaze lowered. She felt the eyes of the audience devouring her. Stephen faced the audience and delivered his speech in a calm and confident manner.