Nadrea was now silent and motionless.
“Ladies if you could leave us alone for a few minutes.” Vincent’s voice was cordial and back to almost his day time corporate tone. Nina scrambled to the door, but Cindy just sauntered seductively, drinking in the sight of a suspended Nadrea and Vincent’s foreboding person hovering around her. She wondered what he felt and how she had gotten him to a place he would never go near. As the door closed behind Cindy his tone rather plain and not playful of angry asked “You didn’t answer me.”
Nadrea without hesitation responded. “ I didn’t know what was happening.”
“And” Vincent added.
“I was sure it was ok, but someone took my hands outside.”
Vincent slowly lowered her for the first time in a while her feet were planted firmly on the floor. “If I keep you lowered will you stop pulling so hard?” He paused and grinned a grin that she couldn’t see but could imagine “for now” an indication that he was only beginning her evening rather than a midpoint or an ending.
“Yes.” Nadrea said agreeing playfully.
“You’d better not, now my dear you are not in control, and you will not be for quite some time, but despite what is about to happen to you I won’t let anyone harm you.” Nadrea nodded in agreement as Vincent continued to speak “Struggle and scream all you want but I’ll decide when you are done”
“Yes sir.” she said assuming willingly her role as an object, her terror giving way to nervous excitement.
“Good then I’ll get the ladies to help us.” His wooden heels echoed on the cold dark concrete floor of the small dark room, the door opened, the din of the club in the background filled the room as Nina & Cindy reentered, their heels clicking across the floor as they approached her.
“Dress her in this.” He said handing them a black leather corset and latex thong. “And these shoes, have your way with her but don’t wear her out and don’t let her come.” He added walking through the door “I have to check on a few things. Make sure she’s ready when I get back.”
“Are you ok?” the Cherub asked.
“I’m fine” Nadrea replied as if she was asked how her meal was in a fancy restaurant. So the Cherub continued “I’m going to need to un-cuff you” she said reaching for the soft pink restraints holding her arms overhead, their pastel color gentle and not the shade one would have chosen for an intensely dark experience but rather looked like something one might choose who was curious about the lifestyle, these were however not vanity cuffs, thin cheaply constructed little toys for light players, these were not for playfully restraining an overly pampered blonde waif like suburban housewife who thought she had dark desires, they were thick and strong, they were despite the suggested feminine qualities of the color strictly business.
“I won’t struggle” Nadrea stated her eyes still lowered, she stood motionless as her arms were released and her skirt was unzipped and fell to the ground. Stepping out of it like a routine occurrence Nina scampered to pick it up off the cold concrete floor taking the opportunity to introduce herself.
“I’m Nina” she said “the girl from the show.” Then kissing Nadrea on the front of her thighs.
“My pleasure, I’m Nadrea.”
“But not too much pleasure yet he’s only getting started.” The Cherub’s voice chimed in. Nadrea asked confidently “And you are?”
The Cherub replied “Cindy, the one wearing your hand print.” And then she demanded “Take off your own blouse.” And Nadrea complied and again Nina collected it folding it neatly with ease like a girl who you would find at the GAP keeping the shirt displays looking catalog perfect then placing it on top of the already perfectly folded skirt. Then Cindy stepped in to unclasp Nadrea’s bra casually it flipping through the air toward Nina who again folded it and placed it neatly on the table. “Hands” Nina asked and her angelic appearance gave way to her demonic intentions as she cuffed both hands together with a carbineer then extending Nadrea’s Arms far above her head securing them to a solid metal bar with a battered clasp that more than likely had seen its fair share of abuse.
After a few minutes Cindy the angelic looking Cherub slid Nadrea’s blindfold down from her eyes and as it began to dangle draped along her thin neck her slowly drew back into focus to find her own image reflected by a mirror. She was shamelessly on display in the small dark room. Cindy broke the electric silence “Wouldn’t want him to think this was turning you on” she said cupping Nadrea’s breasts before violent pinching them all but crushing her nipples between a thumb and fore finger, Nadrea melting into the delightfully sharp sensation, relishing in the pain. Then Cindy repaid Nadrea for the earlier abuse with a firm slap across the face. For Cindy it was not sexual it was revenge, a revenge that was just getting started in her mind.
Now as Nadrea stood there hands overhead Nina and Cindy wrapped her in a leather corset lacing it snuggly then drawing each eyelet tighter from the bottom up again tying it off, and as soon as Nadrea could adjust to the sensation the pair began again this time tightening it a little more, drawing the leather ends closer together straining ribbon used to tie it. It was now tight but not yet unbearably so. Nadrea’s look was then complimented with the latex thong and shoes as instructed. The pair then sat on the couch laden with not much more erotic tension than they would have had going to the DMV, a few minutes later Vincent returned.
“Is she enjoying herself?” he asked.
“A little too much” Michele responded “And no one’s touching her”.
As Vincent unclasped her hand from the bar “Follow me.”
“No” Nadrea said in a playful and defiant tone and a stinging smack landed on her bare un-tensed ass, the impact cause her to take in a deep breath and for the first time the corset was not just tight but it was restrictive and pinching, her arms not being overhead had caused her back and chest to expand differently into the leather that was restraining her, it was only then that she realized what the pair had done so perfectly setting her up to be tormented by the garment at a later time without her realization of what was coming. After the smack and the realization of the uncomfortable tightness of the corset but before she could react Vincent had lifted her off the ground and had thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of cement mix. “Oh, if you insist” she stated playfully as he carried her with ease out of the small room into a hall way calling back for the other two “bring the bag.” As they made their way down the hallway past the depraved and sexually twisted patrons of the establishment she recognized where she now was, understanding but not fully what his intentions were as they entered the main club. She just rested across his broad shoulder as he carried her bare ass in the air and cuffed hands dangling behind him her excitement began to build a gain, the fatigue of the ride and the terror of the unknown had exhausted her but she found a second rush of energy realizing that he was as the Cherub had said merely getting started. They walked past the fetish crowd in various states of dress and undress delighting in pleasures and pains most people would never dare to understand. Vincent walked purposefully and Nadrea drank it all in, the Cherub Cindy and Nina following just slightly behind. Cindy was grinning fiendishly while carrying a gym bag in her left hand.
The lights pulsated in time with the churning music that muffled the persistent thumping and smacking sounds from those engaged in other activities, murmurs of pleasure and screams of pain both real and feigned could be heard as you passed by. Finally the entourage looped past the main play room which Nadrea expected to enter, around the dance floor and up to the very front of the club. Vincent was two steps up the stairs at the front of the club ascending to the main stage and display area before Nadrea realized where they were headed.
Part Three
Erotica
Nadrea found herself standing at the top of the stairs on the main platform at the front of the club, the DJ grooving away to her left, the room swarming with a sea of black contrasted by varying shades of flesh, suddenly Nadrea was self consc
ious and all too aware of her soft pink cuffs that stood out in contrast to the otherwise ocean of darkness.
They were standing there in front of the dancers, the voyeurs, the unattached, and predominately male crowd some occasionally glancing toward them. The room was a mixture of those who lived completely with in this nontraditional lifestyle, many quietly without any public admission of who they were. They lived socializing in small mostly hidden groups & societies, always cautious, always guarding their actions and their secrets for a fear of being outed to an intolerant vanilla Christian world. Then there were those who came in from out of town, small town folks who were mostly curious perhaps they were looking for something more, a few memories of the city that weren’t on the gray line tour stops. In Nadrea’s mind it was different she was being watched intently by everyone, she felt as though she was the center of the twisted little universe imagining that they all wished that they were standing there in her place. Vincent led her to the center of the platform, releasing her clasped together hands and then chaining them individually to the silver one inch rings glimmering with the flashing colors from the clubs lights. Her hands slightly higher than her shoulders relived some the pinching of the corset, which while annoying had not yet become unbearable. Another pair of the embarrassing petal pink cuffs were removed from Vincent’s bag and handed to Nina and the Cherub. The two moved slowly with deliberate intention as they fastened the stiff pink leather tightly around Nadrea’s ankles, drawing them in snugly just above the top of her shoes the cuff’s bottom brushing uncomfortably against the top of her ankle bone, Vincent knelt down and chained her legs to the rack, her feet extended a foot or so wider than her shoulders on each side, her back arched, and her knees locked as Nadrea’s chest was thrown forward just to keep her balance as she tittered on her 4 in high gloss black PVC heels. Vincent stepped back admiring her posture with the back drop of the undulating dance floor pulsating in front of her. Nina and the Cherub stood in the back ground like the minions of hell waiting to and wondering when they would be called into action and rise up against the powers in heaven to deliver their wickedness. One of them knew their purpose the other didn’t. “Close your eyes” Vincent stated taking the already moist blind fold that was dangling around her neck and over her eyes again stepping back to admire her. Leaving her there for a few minutes her body tensing from the posture her body caused Nadrea began to sense movement close to her, not the obvious movement of the club in front of her but her own body as she pulled against her restraints and the floor which could be rotated on a track built into the center of the main stages platform. What looked simple like a circular piece of laminate flooring serves as a way to move ones partner and display the at different angles to the rest of the club. Nadrea had been turned 1/3 of the way toward the lounge area, A few minutes later Vincent approached her.
“Are you ready to begin?” he asked. Nina standing next to him saw her nod in agreement. “When you count to ten we’ll begin.”
Nadrea counted slowly swallowing hard, her anticipation growing between saying nine and ten not knowing what is coming next. Vincent placed a hand on the front of her hip and smacked her inner thigh, then the other alternating his smacks from side to side as they began to sting and glow. He removed his hand and a few seconds later another was placed on her hip. She could instantly tell it was not Vincent’s. There was a different the impression on her skin, it was noticeably smaller. Again her thighs were struck, the hand was small but each stung more than the last. Nadrea opened her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of her tormentor but the blindfold pressed against her long dark lashes and as her eyes tried to focus all she could see was the darkness of the blindfold. Just as she had settled in the alternating rhythm three crisp precise blows were delivered between her legs causing Nadrea to lose her balance and lunge forward. The hand was removed and a few minutes later another was placed on her this time on the opposite hip, This time the touch was tentative. “Are you ready?” Nina asked, herself still unsure if she was ready herself. Nadrea’s thighs still stinging simply answered “Yes”.
Nina had never hurt anyone, at least not on purpose. Here electric red hair and large nose ring, which was as pierced and tortured as she could ever imagine getting portrayed her with an image other than her genuinely gentle nature. Unlike so many people, both men and women she liked the way she looked, cruel and sadistic she was not. She had a fortunate life Nina had never been hit, punched, or beaten, she didn’t know how to be cruel. She placed her hand on Nadrea’s thigh, the skin warm to the touch, marked by the other hands. Nina placed her hand firmly against the pink skin on Nadrea’s legs, she spread her fingers and drew her hand back, Nadrea prepared for the impact, for the delight of the sting waiting for the hand to return. It was barely a tap, there wasn’t enough force to cause anything louder than the overly genteel clapping found at PGA golf events, the soft sensations rippled through her as Nina’s hand went to the other side to repeat the process. She moved back and forth between her legs and Nadrea reveled in the soft erotic sensations and the subtle sting of each ensuing tap, while Nina studied the contrast of the redness and the soft white skin, the contrast knowing that Nadrea was enjoying herself but failing to truly understand why. Nina stepped back and as Vincent left Nadrea on display, the club danced, others lost in their own adventures no one was paying particular attention to them, just the occasional lingering glance and the obvious gawks from the vanilla flat landers in the crowd. Vincent and the Cherub turned the rack again this time facing her back to the club and what had felt like hours to Nadrea in truth had been less than ten minutes.
Vincent approached a group of leather men dancing the night away in their gay biker chic outfits. “Excuse me guys,” he began. They drank him in like men dying of thirst who had just found an abundant source of cold water, his classic good looks and solid muscular body garnered their attention, some hoping he was a closet fag while most knew better at first glance. Their stares continued as he worked his way into the center of them Vincent continued “I was wondering if a few of you might be able to help me.”
A wisp of a man answered, “If you’re hung at all like the rest of your build then I can help you in ways you could never imagine.”
Vincent just laughed, it was a taunting yet playful laugh still chuckling as he added to the conversation. “I’m not so sure about that, I’ve imagine a lot of really wild stuff.”
He was not at all uncomfortable with the situation. Another realizing that Vincent was harmless, not a hater but unphased and comfortable with the interaction entered the debate with best feminine tone “You haven’t imagined anything if you haven’t imagined me.” Vincent explained his intention several agreed and others were at least a little enticed by the idea.
Returning to the stage Vincent reached in to his wicked little bad, fumbling past the things he knew would be needed later pulled out an assortment of wicked little devices. Each had a handle and a circle with small sharp tines at the end of it. He first handed on to the Cherub who gleefully began rolling it’s pointed little tines up Nadrea’s out stretched arms, the Cherub was no stranger to a Wartenburg Wheel, tracing lines and circles up Nadrea’s arms, across her bare shoulders, each time the wheel moved the tiny little spikes would pinch and poke without breaking the skin, stimulating the nerves just below the surface they had touched. Nina followed suit with Vincent only seconds behind her, lost tracing unseen lines and patterns, lines, and long looping circles across Nadrea’s exposed skin, across her corset and back onto skin.
It was delightful as Nadrea’s attention went mentally from person to person, Nina’s touch she surmised was the lightest, the sensations she was creating were slow and looping, meandering across her chest and then down her arms and back again. Vincent worked from behind, she could tell his motions, firm and measured, stopping playfully, changing the amount of pressure applied and then continuing as he traced the exposed skin on her lower back between her thong and corset, outlining it and then where
her ass met her thighs. The Cherub kissed Nadrea on her cheek and then her lips on the way past then pressing the sharp little tines harshly into the soft skin at the top of Nadrea’s breasts. She closed her eyes again although they were still covered by the blindfold, soaking in every last tempting sensation, she felt adored, she felt worshipped, her growing pleasure obvious by her soft open lips. Vincent was the first to remove his touch, then the cherub followed a minute later removing hers. Nina’s touch faded shortly after that, Nadrea’s entire body tingling and alive. She stood there wishing that she hadn’t been wearing that damned corset, it diminished the sharp little tines sensations on her chest, stomach and the majority of her back.
The Leather Men danced away off in the distance, now watching with growing interest waiting to take their cue from Vincent to join in. Nadrea had again lost her sense of direction, she was not at all certain which part of her was facing where. The chains holding her ankles wide were tugged and then loosened allowing her to gather her feet under her but no sooner than she began to feel confident about her balance, assuming her stage event was over, after all it had felt like hours but was just shy of 25 minutes. The chains drew tight again and a mixed pair of hands one Vincent’s and the other indistinguishable leaned her forward on to something that just before had not been there, her hands lowered and chains tightened pulling her torso forward forcing her to lean over a bench that met her only slightly below her waist. Nadrea was most certain that she knew what was coming.
Vincent turned to Nina, “Spank her and make it hurt a bit” Nina looked at Vincent and then slapped Nadrea’s ass, the smack was in contrast to earlier at least three times as hard, repeating her efforts tentatively a few more time s but there was still little force behind her swings. Vincent grew slightly annoyed “No, like this.” Smacking Nina quite soundly, new unfelt sensations courses through her body as Vincent unleashed a fury onto Nadrea’s protruding buttocks. Turning back to Nina Vincent smacked her again and added “Now it’s your turn.” Nina hit slightly harder but not using much more force than before but as time went on the sensations built but she wasn’t wicked, she was simply incapable of delivering anything more vicious than would occur during an awkward slap and tickle between new lovers. When she stopped Nadrea readied herself for the next set of hands but instead felt the sting of a hundred pieces of rubber from the flogger Vincent had delivered with not much more effort than a flick of his wrist. The impact was mild but as the pain and the sting began to build Nadrea started to drift to a place inside of herself, a place where only she could go and a place where she could exchange what many thought of as unbearable torture and pain with exquisite pleasure. All of this was about sex, the surrender, the uncertainty the pain, it was all a prelude for something more. It was nothing more than an unconventional form of extreme fore play. When Vincent stopped Nadrea protested infuriated as she was nearing a climax from the mix of sensations. As she protested she then realized that her corset was being unlaced, as it was removed the laces , boning and the stitching left impressions on her skin that just seconds before it was straining against. She was stood back up her feet still closer than originally her arms still wide and slightly forward. Nadrea to that point was silent except for occasional murmurs of pleasure, hoping the delights would be repeated. She felt selfishly in control, despite everything else she felt like nothing shocking had or could happen, she loved every single second up to that point.
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