by Paul Preston
“Good. Very good. House lights up please,” Williamson said, signaling the lighting booth.
The light came up in the audience. Bella Lisa shielded her eyes as she adjusted to the light.
“Now please face the audience and make contact with each man and woman whose eyes you can see. Give each person in attendance here this evening a slow and seductive striptease. Don’t be ashamed, my sweet sub. You have a most beautiful body and the slashes they marked you with, though I know hurt you, will disappear in time.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
A pool of light appeared directly down stage center and Bella Lisa walked into it. Biting her lower lip provocatively and brushing her fingers through her strands of long hair, she made eye contact with several men at the tables closest to the stage, winking her painted eyes and licking her lips. She slowly and seductively peeled off her tiny pasties, exposing her full breasts to the audience. She shut her eyes and tweaked her nipples, rubbing them between her fingers. She unbuttoned the front of her corset and let it drop to the floor. Slipping the red thong over her hips, the slick glistening open folds were exposed to full view. She lowered her stockings slowly down her legs. Finally, she stood in front of the audience completely naked, except for the leather collar around her neck. She turned around once to give the audience a view of her cute back side, and she blew kisses over her shoulders at the men. During the striptease, Williamson spoke to the enraptured audience.
“As you can see, this potential sub is extraordinarily beautiful and petite, with long flowing silky brown hair, with such alluring eyes and lips, well-endowed breasts that sway over her slender waist and the extraordinary lips of her sex are always in full bloom, open, wet and glistening for all to see. If only her tolerance of pain were higher, she would be the perfect submissive. I have been told she has had difficulty pleasuring her Doms orally and always cries out her safe word the moment a Dom attempts to penetrate the tight opening of her nice curved cheeks. But tonight, we will attempt to see what we can do to solve these little problems, yes? Now, my sub, that was a lovely striptease, I think we all enjoyed it, I know Antonio did.”
With a flourish, Williamson whipped off his cloak and he was completely naked underneath. His thick long erection, snaking half way up his abdomen, was revealed. The women in the audience let out a collective gasp at its size and girth, which made Bella Lisa secretly proud.
Williamson placed the cloak over the back of a chair on the stage. Now both lovers appeared on stage together, completely exposed.
“Now pick up your clothes and shoes and offer them at your Antonio’s feet.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Bella Lisa bent down low, suspending her breasts, the tips of her nipples an inch above the stage floor and picked up her lingerie, thong, stockings and shoes. She walked up to Williamson, eyes cast downward and bowed before him, offering her clothes to him with outstretched arms, her forehead touching the ground.
“Very nice. Now stand and face the audience for Antonio.”
From out of a hidden pocket of his cloak he pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs, attached by chains.
“Now, my sweetling, arch your back and press out your nice breasts to the men in our audience and place your hands behind your back please.”
“It is my pleasure to obey you, My Lord.”
Williamson cuffed Bella Lisa’s hand together behind her back and hooked the chains attached to the handcuffs to the O-ring at the back of her leather collar.
Williamson stood behind her, feeling her breasts in front of the audience, squeezing her nipples between his fingers and pinching them slightly. During the performance, Bella Lisa remembered to look deeply and innocently and longingly at each man in the audience. No matter how exposed she felt, she never broke eye contact with the men, acting as if they were the ones who had bound her wrists and nipples, and they were the ones giving her the intense pleasure she was feeling at the hands and mouth of her Antonio.
“How does this feel so far, my sub?”
“I like the way you touch me there, Sire. It brings me such pleasure. And the way you have chained my arms behind me, I am powerless to stop you.”
“I’ve stimulated your large pink nipples for a reason, my sweet obedient sub.”
Out of his cloak he brought out jewelry to adorn her breasts, two very pretty silver nipple clamps looped to one another by a single chain. Each clamp had a chain on its end. Williamson attached the chains to the O-ring at the front of her collar. After sucking on each nipple, he slid the clamp up to securely close over the extended tips.
“Oh, My Lord.”
“Do you feel any pain?”
“No, Sire. It feels like you are holding me there and kissing me.”
“Your nipples are so naturally large that they should withstand the bondage of these clamps with very little discomfort. Now come with me, my pet. Let’s give the audience a better view.”
Attaching a black leather leash to the front of the O-ring, Williamson led Bella Lisa down to the edge of the stage by her collar, parading her in front of the audience. He was careful to never turn his back to the audience as he led her by the leash. He turned her to him, grasping the undersides of her breasts and sucking on the tips of her nipples above the clamps, making Bella Lisa moan from the stimulation.
“Oh my, my, my. What are we going to do with you, sub?”
Williamson cupped the cheeks of her behind in his large palms and gave her a gentle squeeze.
“You’re so pretty and sexy. I just want to ravage you. Why don’t you want to give in to me and pleasure me, my sweet?”
“I do, My Lord. From the bottom of my heart, all I want to do is give pleasure to you in every way, Sire.”
“Then what’s stopping you? I want to take you here,” Williamson said, squeezing her behind.
“I want you to, I do. I long for it, but you are so big. Whenever anyone has tried, it has been so…uncomfortable for me…”
“I see. Then why not allow the magic of the theater to assist us.”
Williamson gestured stage left and a door slid open on the stage floor next to them and a large black foam wedge covered in soft velvet material rose out from under the bowels of the theater, the ramp pointed downward toward the audience.
“Come then, my pet. Let us try to make you more comfortable.”
Williamson led Bella Lisa to the back of the wedge with her leash.
“Lay your hips over the top of the wedge and try to arch your back and hold your breasts up, so the audience can see your pretty nipple clamps. Are you comfortable?”
“Very comfortable, Sire.”
“Let me pleasure you then. I am so attracted to you, my sweetling.”
Williamson kneeled behind, spread her cheeks apart and licked slowly and sensuously between her cleavage, pushing the tip of his tongue over and over into her puckered loose opening.
“Hmmm,” Bella Lisa moaned.
“Are you in any pain?”
“No, I only feel pleasure, like you said. You make me feel so good there, My Lord.”
Williamson reached into the pocket of his cloak and pulled out a small bottle of lubricating gel, squeezing it directly into her opening. He put the tips of two fingers in and out with ease as she opened for him. She looked out flirtatiously to the audience and arched her hips higher, pushing back against his fingers and driving them deeper in than before.
“God, this feels nice, My Lord.”
In one seamless motion, Williamson replaced the tips of his fingers with the head of his penis and slipped it in, very gently moving the tip in and out with ease, an inch past the engorged rim.
“Ohhh. Mmmm. I feel you. Are you inside me?”
“Yes indeed.”
“Wow…”
“Do you need to say your safe word? You may, if you wish, even if it is against the rules. Antonio does not care. He wants you to feel only pleasure and no pain.”
“You are a good Dom to me, Antonio…�
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The audience watched Bella Lisa’s swaying breasts rock up and down as he pushed in with slightly more pressure. He pulled out slightly, squeezed more gel inside her and slipped in again.
“You are mine now, Submissive, You are mine.”
“I am yours, My Lord.”
“Lift your hips off the wedge for me, My love.”
Williamson reached under her thighs and stroked the open lips of her sex with two of his fingers, pushing them all the way in and pulling them out in time with the gentle thrusts of his shaft. He increased the speed of his fingers, driving them faster and deeper into her passage, while holding her leash with the other hand.
“Oh my God...,” Bella Lisa moaned out.
“I want you to come for us now, sub. Don’t be shy. Just let go and come for your Antonio.”
Bella Lisa came hard, her hips twitching and convulsing, her breasts jiggling, the silver chain of her nipple clamps bouncing off her cleavage. Williamson pulled out from behind her and removed his fingers which were coated with her white cream. He moved to sit next to her on the wedge and showed his fingers to Bella Lisa.
“You came right when I asked. You’re a most obedient sub. You let me into your tight opening. Did I hurt you?”
“No, My Lord. Not at all. You were very gentle. You didn’t force yourself inside me. I… I opened for you there, Sire.”
“You gave me great pleasure, sub.”
“You made me come, My Lord. No man has ever made me feel like that.”
Bella Lisa watched as Williamson licked the cream off each finger and swallowed it with relish, while he stared deeply into her eyes.
“You taste delicious.”
“I would like to know how you taste, My Lord.”
“You will, my sub. But you must be thirsty, your lips are dry. Would you like a drink?”
“Yes, My Lord.”
“Open your mouth then.”
Bella Lisa opened her mouth and Williamson poured the rest of the bottle of water down her throat, spilling it over her face and breasts. The water she could not swallow ran down the edge of the wedge and dripped off the front of the stage.
“Do you see how some of the water you swallowed and some of it dripped off your breasts and ran off the stage? I am about to pump a great deal of come into your mouth. Don’t worry, just swallow what you can and the rest will drip down onto your pretty breasts. I am sure the audience would enjoy seeing that. Don’t worry about swallowing every last drop. It is not necessary. OK?”
“Yes, that is a relief. Thank you, Sire.”
“Come then. Let’s make me fresh for you.”
Williamson led Bella Lisa back to the chair and he sat down. He placed the chair’s cushion on the floor directly beside him and she kneeled upon in. He took a wet cloth in a bowl under the chair and rubbed himself with it as Bella Lisa watched. After he was clean, he put the cloth down and grabbed her breasts in his hands.
“Are you ready to give me pleasure with your lips and mouth, just as I have pleasured you?”
“I am hungry for it, My Lord.”
“Then submit to me, sub.”
With the breathless audience looking on, Bella Lisa bent forward and licked under his testicles, taking them both into her mouth, suckling them. She licked up his length, raising up on her knees to reach the head, swallowing as much of his length and girth as she could. She sucked as hard and as long as she was able to until she began to feel slightly dizzy. She released the head from her lips, gasping for air and dripping saliva on his tip. After a taking a few deep breaths, she dived back down with renewed vigor, sucking as hard as she could again, with his shaft as deep into her throat as she could manage. She began making moaning sounds as she sucked and tears slipped out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks, leaving behind black streaks from the eye makeup. She slid her tongue back up to the head and, sucking him on his rim firmly, she moved her neck up and down quickly, causing her breasts to bounce wildly. Williamson buried both hands in her thick hair and exploded in her mouth. Half of the first burst of fluid went directly in her mouth, while the other half poured out over her lower lip and dripped onto her breasts. As she pulled out to swallow, the second and third explosions shot in the air like a geyser above her head for the audience to see. Her lips found his head once again and she sucked out another mouthful of cream. When she pulled out to swallow a second time, several more jets pumped out, coating her breasts. He placed his shaft back in her mouth and she milked out the final drops, sucking on his tip. Both performers were breathing heavily by the time he was finished. Afterwards, they stood up slowly and silently and faced the audience together.
“So how did she do? Would you like to see this submissive remain at the A and E Club as a regular performer?”
The audience broke into a thunderous applause. Williamson released the cuffs from her wrists and handed them to the audience member in the first row as a souvenir. Several men got up from their seats and rushed to the lip of the stage. Bella Lisa released her nipple clamps and collar, tossing them into the crowd. The lights went to black. Williamson grabbed his cloak, Bella Lisa’s shoes and lingerie and led her backstage. They dressed quickly.
“That was fun,” Williamson said.
“I told you,” Bella Lisa said, victoriously.
“You were great.”
“Thanks. You shot off like a cannon.”
“Now let’s get out of here before the crowd attacks you.”
Williamson saw Luman struggling to block the way of two men who were trying to get backstage.
“Meet us in front!” he yelled at Luman.
“OK, boss!” Luman yelled back.
“Let’s escape out the back door, before you get mobbed.”
The two lovers snuck out undetected and Cogworthy picked them up in the limo at the back of the theater. Luman slipped through the mass of people in the front of the building and met them. Bella Lisa escaped unharmed. They sat close together in the back seat, Williamson’s arm around Bella Lisa’s shoulder, holding her tight.
“You know what; I haven’t eaten anything but you all day. I’m starving.”
“I’m sorry, baby, I should’ve thought of that. Do you want to catch a late dinner?”
“No, I don’t want to eat this late. I’m in the mood for something sweet. Let’s do something boring and normal like regular couples do.”
“I know a Yogurtland that’s open late.”
“That sounds perfect.”
After they finished their yogurt, she yawned, and cuddled up next to him, drifting off to sleep. Back at the condo, Williamson carried her up to their bedroom and fell asleep peacefully next to her.
“Phillipe…”
Williamson had slept only a short period of time before the voice woke him. He quietly got out of bed without waking Bella Lisa and stood silently in the middle of the room. He thought if he remained absolutely still, he could trick the Beast into thinking he had gone back to sleep. Hearing the summons again, he walked across the room, listening to the familiar refrain of The Beast.
“Phillipe, I am very disappointed in you… I’ve been calling you. It’s been two nights and you’ve not come to me.”
Williamson quietly paced back and forth across Bella Lisa’s bedroom, like a tiger caught in a cage.
“Phillipe…”
Williamson glanced down at the beautiful, composed body of Bella Lisa, stretched out on her side in the bed, her two hands tucked innocently under her cheeks.
“Yes, I agree, Phillipe. She is very pretty, this one. An exceptional beauty, this new sub of yours.”
“She’s so pretty,” Williamson said out loud, staring at Bella Lisa.
“Then what are you waiting for Phillipe? She is yours. You have collared her. She’s waiting for you to do it. In fact, she wants you to do it. She likes it, Phillipe. What’s stopping you? If you don’t do it soon, I will have to take the matter into my own—”
“Don’t you touch her…” Willia
mson spat out in the dark of the room.
“It is your right, your responsibility, as her Dom, to do it to her. Be a man. Give her what she wants, what she needs.”
“Be quiet. Leave me alone,” Williamson whispered in a weary voice.
“She is yours to give the marking to. There she is, sleeping so peacefully. You could do it right now. She won’t even feel it, Phillipe. When she wakes up tomorrow, she’ll think she accidentally scraped her thigh on the edge of the table. Just one cut, just one little cut.”
“That’s what you always say, just one cut, just one little cut,” Williamson said back to the voice.
“Just a little cut to bleed her, to make her yours. She wants you to do it, I know she does. She’s asking you for it. Go ahead. Cut her.”
“No, Beast.”
“Come now, Phillipe. You know what I need, what you need…what we need.”
“I’m not going to cut her.”
“We need a blood sacrifice. I need to see just a tiny trickle of blood run down her pale white flesh. You need to see it too, my friend. You want to see it. You want to cut her. That’s all you can think about now.”
“Shut up. Please. Get out of my head.”
Williamson stopped pacing and covered his eyes with his left hand. The Beast laughed in a soothing, deep-throated chuckle.
“You amuse me, you really do, Phillipe. OK. So you say you’re not going to cut her. You don’t want to see her bleed; you don’t want to mark her as your own. Don’t you want her to stay with you after this fake “contract” you so cleverly tricked her into signing is over?”
“Of course, I want her to stay.”
“Then you must mark her with the knife. If not you, than a younger Dom, closer to her own age will come along and mark her. Do you want that?”
“No!”
“Then do it. I want you to. She wants you to. Admit it. You want to.”
“No. I don’t want to. I don’t want to cut her.”
The Beast chuckled again.
“Really, Phillipe? Then why are you still holding that knife in your hand?”
He felt something heavy. He relaxed his muscles and slowly looked down at the hunting knife he held in his trembling right hand. He didn’t remember picking it up or how long he had been holding it. He checked the edge of the blade for blood and looked down at the Bella Lisa’s body.