by Anna Parsons
Next was what looked like an end table with a box on top. When Chris told Evie that the sub would sit under the table with her head enclosed in the box, Evie’s response was simple. “No. Just no.” Chris chuckled at her succinct reply.
In the center of the room stood a wooden square, on an elevated platform. Chris extended his hand, helping her step up onto the platform. “The sub stands in the center, both wrists and ankles are shackled. You have seen the St. Andrew’s Cross?” She nodded. “In this case, the sub’s body makes the X. These stabilizer bars strap to the sub’s midsection, taking the stress of the arms and shoulders.” Evie took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “What makes this particularly unique is that the platform spins.” Evie stepped back as he pointed to the tracks in the floor.
“Will I get dizzy?” She asked, not sure how she would handle sensory overload and a carnival ride.
“The movement is slow, almost imperceptible. You won’t even notice it.” He helped her down from the platform.
“Then why does it turn?” she asked.
“Look up,” he instructed. She lifted her gaze to the gallery that surrounded the dungeon. People had already begun to gather, in anticipation of the scene. “There will likely be about a hundred people watching. The turning of the stage gives them the benefit of watching from all angles. It minimizes the movement of the crowd. Sometimes the Dom and the sub can get distracted by them.” He noticed that she was paying more attention to the crowd than him. “Eyes on me, Evangeline.” Uh oh, Dom voice. She snapped to attention. “Let’s go get you ready.” Chris led her to a metal door, pushing it open with one hand, and ushering her inside with the other. The room was similar to the sub’s lounge, but smaller and darker. “Use the restroom, Evie.” He walked to an adorned cabinet. Evie emptied her bladder and returned to him. “Remove your clothing, please.” She proceeded to remove the sheer baby-doll dress, folding it neatly, placing it on the bench before removing her lace panties. “Beautiful,” Chris said once she stood before him unclothed. He proceeded to open a bottle of fragrant oil, pouring a generous amount into his hand, rubbing his palms together, and then beginning with her shoulders, spreading the emollient all over her body.
“What is this?” Evie asked as she inhaled deeply.
“Lavender oil,” he said, continuing the application. “It has many healing properties that will help your skin recover, and the scent is very calming.” He took his time rubbing the oil all over her body, smiling slightly as he went.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Evie asked boldly, causing him to stop and look into her eyes.
“Dylan said you had a defiant streak. This is the first time I’ve seen it.” He smiled at her and continued his task. “And, yes, I am enjoying this, but really, I am looking forward to steps two through five.” She frowned and cocked her head to the side. “You’ll see.”
They returned to the main dungeon, where a larger crowd had gathered, as word travelled that Dylan and his new sub were preparing for a scene. Evie looked up at the windows surrounding the room, at the faces staring back at her. “Hey, Master Chris,” a strong male voice called down from a window, causing Chris to look up. “I’ll give my left nut of you let me prepare her.”
“Don’t think so, Perry.” Chris laughed as he led her to the platform.
“Okay, man. My right nut.” Perry again.
“You see the effect you have on people?” Chris asked her as he positioned her between the two beams.
“He’s kidding, right?” Evie looked up at Perry, who was leaning against the windowpane. His pale skin against dark hair reminded Evie of a zombie, causing her to shiver.
“No, he’s not. And there are probably a dozen more who feel the same way,” he said, not looking up from his task. “Now be quiet, I need to concentrate.” Evie inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, preparing herself for what was about to happen. Chris buckled the fleece-lined cuff around her ankles, her feet positioned on wooden platforms, legs spread wide. Next, he buckled the bars to her midsection, holding her in place. Finally, he shackled her wrists. Evie noticed that the wrist shackles could move up and down the beam.
“Why do these move?” Evie asked.
“In case your Master wants you to bend over, either to suck him off or for him to get a better angle when taking you from behind,” he said without looking at her.
“Is this step two?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said with a smile. “Now for step three.” He moved behind her, kneeling on the platform. Evie flinched when she felt him part her cheeks. “Just relax. This won’t hurt.” She felt the cool lube against her anus and then the butt plug pressing against her. “Relax, Evie. I don’t want to have to force you, but I will.” She hung her head and tried to concentrate on relaxing. After another deep breath, her body opened to him. “Lovely, Evie.” He pressed the plug into her. Once her hole closed around the base, securing it within her body, he moved around the frame to stand in front of her. “Step four,” he said before leaning in and taking her left nipple between his lips, sucking gently. She looked down at his highlighted hair, wanting to touch it, and would have except for being bound. Evie’s nipple beaded into a tight pebble, to which he secured the nipple clamp in place, causing Evie to wince. “I know it hurts, but you’ll enjoy. Trust me.” He did the same to the right nipple, seeming to take more time, enjoying the sensation of her areola in his mouth, placing the other end of the chain with the clamp on her nipple. The chain hung down, creating a painful sensation. A long strand of silver hung from the center of the chain linking her nipples to between her legs.
“Steps four and five?” Evie asked once the pain of the second nipple clamp subsided.
“No, darling,” he said. “Nipples are two for one. This is step five.” He knelt before her, using his thumbs to part her nether lips. He stared at her pink pussy for moments before diving in, tongue first. He licked up one side and then the other, ending up at the hood that covered her clit. Still hiding, Chris tried to coax her clit from its safe place. “I guess only Dylan can get it to come out to play, huh?” He looked up at her. She appeared to be holding her breath. He gently pulled the hood back, revealing the reluctant ball of flesh. While holding the hood back, he snapped the clit cage closed. Resembling a hair claw, it connected her nipples to her clit. Returning to a standing position, Chris tugged on the center of the chain, causing Evie to gasp out loud, eliciting some claps from the gallery above. “Do you remember your safe words?” Evie nodded. “Then it appears you’re ready, my dear. Enjoy.” He kissed her soundly before retreating from the room.
Evie stood with her eyes closed, trying to relax, anticipating what was about to happen to her. The crowd continued to gather, some whistling when they looked through the window at Evie, others remaining silent. Don’t look up. They’re watching me. She refused to look up, concerned that making eye contact with the spectators would increase her nervousness. She breathed deeply, waiting for her Master to arrive. Her eyes opened when she felt the platform begin to move. The strike against the singing bowl indicated that something was about to happen. The vibration could be felt as well as heard and reverberated through her body. Low guttural chants whispered from the hidden speakers, causing Evie to look around. The crowd fell silent as the double doors opened and two Masters entered.
Both men stood just inside the room, bare chested, skin shimmering with oil, wearing leather pants and heavy boots. The top halves of their faces were covered by leather masks, reminiscent of medieval knights, with long sides and backs that covered their heads. Both men looked imposing and powerful, causing Evie to inhale deeply. Even dressed identically, she could pick out her Master’s body, perfect in its imperfection. The appendectomy scar from when he was fourteen, the road burn on his left shoulder from when he was thrown from a four-wheeler at the age of eighteen, the mark on his inner right forearm from the handle of a hot cast iron skillet at one of his father’s restaurants, and the mole on his shoulder blade
all added to his allure in Evie’s estimation. Concentrating on Dylan, she almost missed Ben. Standing a few inches shorter than Dylan, his piercing blue eyes watched her. The leather pants strained against his muscular thighs and growing erection. Evie felt all moisture leave her mouth as she watched them walk toward her like predators stalking prey.
She watched as the Doms moved around her, each taking a different route, both never taking their eyes off her. Dylan was the first to touch her, stepping onto the platform behind her, pressing his body against hers, moving his hands around her waist. “Your body is mine,” he whispered into her ear. “Everything I’ve wanted to do to you, I will do tonight. You’ll cry and scream.” To prove his point he tugged on the chain that connected her nipples to her clit. She whimpered as the feeling flooded her senses. “You will crave my whip. You’ll beg for more in one breath and cry out in pain the next.” He could almost see her heart pounding in her chest. “You are mine, Hope.” When he stepped back, she inhaled sharply at the separation. She turned her head to see the Doms selecting their instruments, rubbing their hands along the leather straps, feeling the weight in their hands. Ben approached.
Without a word, Ben moved in front of her, taking the back of her neck in his hands, pulling her mouth to his. He punched his tongue into her, probing her mouth, seeking a response. He pulled back when he received none. “Give me your tongue, Hope.” His piercing blue eyes bored into her. He clamped his mouth over hers, sucking her tongue into his mouth against her will. He moaned at the sensation. “There’s my beauty,” he said, pulling away. Using the flogger, he touched the tails to her skin, moving the soft leather over her shoulders. “I want you to feel the sensation of the leather against your skin.” He continued to move the implement down the valley between her breasts. She inhaled as she felt Dylan step up behind her.
Dylan rubbed the handle of his flogger down her back, across her shapely ass, and down her thighs. When he moved it between her legs, she stood on her toes, moving from the contact, but to no avail. The polished wood handle brushed against the plug, opening her lips, and rubbing against her tender flesh. His hand caressed every area that the handle touched. The sensation of Ben in front of her and Dylan behind was overwhelming. She felt herself start to relax into the delightful feeling of her body’s responsiveness to theirs. Her lips parted as her head fell slightly back. With her eyes closed, she just felt the men caressing her. Ben now moved between her legs, kneeling before her, parting her lips with his fingers, grazing the cage that covered her clit. She winced and looked down at him. He smiled up at her before sucking the entire apparatus into his mouth, causing Evie to gasp. Stepping closer behind her, Dylan fondled her breasts, moving his hand over the nipple clamps, gaining a soft scream from her. “That’s it Hope, let it out. Don’t you dare hold back,” Dylan whispered into her ear. They both pulled away from her. She watched as they stood back, surveying her, the straps of leather swirling around their thighs like sea anemones. Dylan raised his hand first, bringing the strips down lightly on her shoulder.
Evie winced when the strap first touched her, more from the sound of the thud against her skin rather than the feel of the soft leather. Ben struck the other shoulder, with the same effect. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut as her heart began to race. Her thoughts drifted back to the last night that she spent with Peter, and the vivid memories of the pain and the humiliation. Her safe word was on the tip of her tongue. If I say “red” this will stop. But, this feels different. I asked for this, didn’t I? This is different. They aren’t trying to hurt me. She opened her eyes to see Ben in front of her, lifting the flogger for another swing. Turning her head, she saw Dylan taking the same motion as his friend. Evie felt herself calm when they made eye contact. I am strong. For him, I am strong. With him, I am strong.
The Doms took turns with their strikes. Dylan was breathing deeply, keeping himself in control. The image of his Hope tied spread-eagle in his dungeon would remain with him for the rest of his days. He knew that Ben was following his lead, starting slowly, softly, and building in intensity. With Ben in front, concentrating on her shoulders, Dylan moved to stand behind her. Both men followed the platform as it turned. The first blow to her ass caused her body to tense and strain against her bonds, with a shocked shriek coming from her mouth. Dylan felt his cock strain against the leather pants, pulsating as he landed blows on her shoulders, her ass, her thighs, all started to turn crimson as the figure eight pattern of strikes became harder and more frequent. Cheers from the gallery, which normally spurred them on, were barely a whisper to Dylan, as he could almost hear his blood pumping through his veins. She’s handling the flogger beautifully, and the crimson her skin is turning is driving me fucking crazy. Taking several large steps, he and Ben changed places. Dylan heard his friend groan when he saw the work he’d done on his Hope’s shoulders and back, but it was her ass that drew his focus. Kneeling down, he rubbed his face over the plug, causing Evie to push forward, but her bonds prevented her from moving more than a few inches. He kissed around the plug, placing openmouthed kisses all over her backside. Dylan took up the heavy hits on her shoulders and thighs, his eyes glued to hers.
Evie concentrated on Dylan, who stood before her, his muscles rippling as he raised and lowered the leather flog, aiming for specific areas of her body. His best friend was on his knees behind her, playing with the plug that was locked within her. She watched Dylan intently. I love you. I want to tell you. I want to scream it for all these people to hear! People? I almost forgot about the people. It’s just you and me, babe. The sounds of the crowd began to fade away, becoming white noise. Evie’s focus was on the tingling in her skin where the leather touched her, almost caressing her with each thud. So focused on her Master, she didn’t notice Allison enter the room. Dressed in only a black leather thong and a black mask, she strode into the room and walked straight to Evie, kneeling before her. Allison looked up at her friend smiling. Without a word, she leaned in and stroked Evie’s labia with one hand, while she reached between Evie’s legs to caress Ben’s face as he continued to play with her ass. Allison opened Evie’s lips and stroked her tongue up and down her slit, paying extra attention to the cage that covered her clit. On the first stroke, Evie had a mini orgasm, and those little ripples continued as her friend ate her out, on her knees, while their Masters watched, and as Ben continued to connect his straps to Evie’s skin. She watched Dylan walk behind her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Allison continued to lick her swollen pussy. After a deep breath, both men began rapidly stroking her body with the straps of leather, alternating strikes, speed, and strength. Evie couldn’t figure out what was coming next. Her head fell back, her body humming like a tuning fork.
Evie’s body couldn’t take much more sensation. After what seemed like hours and numerous little orgasms, Allison rose and left without a word. Evie relaxed into the bar that secured her midsection when the Doms dropped their floggers onto the platform. The unit continued to turn until she saw Dylan sitting on the throne, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes locked with hers.
Dylan knew what was coming next and needed to separate himself from her. Ben stalked around her, his hand rubbing his erect cock through his leather pants. Dylan’s heart nearly stopped when he saw his friend lift his heavy cock from its confines, stroking it as he walked. He watched his Hope inhale sharply when he stepped up behind her. I can’t do this. I can’t allow this.
Evie felt Ben’s breath against her ear, as his dick rested atop the plug. “Evie,” he rasped. “I’ve dreamt of this moment since I first saw you. I can’t hold back anymore.” He bent his knees, angling his dick toward her entrance. Evie’s eyes remained locked with Dylan’s. Ben flexed his hips, pushing the head of his thick cock into her tight pussy. “Oh, Evie.” He gasped. “That is so good. Fuck!” He pulled back, intending to press forward.
Unable to watch, Dylan looked away. When Evie lost eye contact, she inhaled and on the exhale screamed, �
��Red!” She sobbed. “Red!” In a flash, Dylan was out of his seat and onto the platform, physically removing his friend from his Hope. Ben stood back, his hands up in surrender.
“Hope,” Dylan whispered into her ear when he pressed his body against her back.
“I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let him do it.” She turned her head and nuzzled against his chin. “Please don’t be angry.”
“I’m not angry, Hope.” He kissed her forehead, cheek, and lips. “Not angry.” I’m turned the fuck on! He wrapped his arms around her waist, careful to move his hands under the nipple-clit chain, creating a closer connection. Rubbing his hands down her body and back up to cup her breasts, he squeezed her nipples, causing her to cry out as the blood tried to rush back to her clamped areolas. He reached up to pull her cuffed arms down before bending her over. He unzipped his tight pants and reached in to retrieve his long, hard cock, which was growing down his leg. Once freed, it stood between his Hope’s open legs, dripping pre-cum onto the podium as she watched. Grabbing the head of his long cock, he pressed it to her opening. With one thrust, he was halfway into her. He pulled back until only his swollen head remained within her, and pushed forward, feeding all of his cock into her body. Dylan pressed against the plug as he pounded his Hope. All outside stimulus was blocked out. Nothing could stop him as he placed one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, pulling her closer to him and steadying her as he set his rhythm. Not even her squeals stopped him, or even caused him to pause as he worked himself toward his completion.
Evie felt totally and completely full with Dylan’s cock slamming into her pussy and the large plug stuffed into her tight ass. The pressure was building inside of her as she prepared for another small orgasm, the cage preventing the feeling that she craved. Her Master used his cock as a weapon, punishing her body, using her for his pleasure. She could feel his pace change as he neared the finish line. He lifted her body so that she was standing straight up, as he continued his assault, one hand still clamped on her hip. With the other, he moved from her shoulder, down her side, under her breast, to her caged clit. He moved his fingers through her dripping wet folds, using the moisture to fondle the tiny cage, causing his Hope to buck against him, and she yelped with each touch. With a flick of his finger, the cage was gone. The feelings that had been confined to her clit flooded her entire body, causing nerve endings to fire, extending outward from her core to her fingertips and toes. The scream that escaped her body echoed off the walls of the dungeon, and reverberated through the upper floor of the club, causing everyone to pause. The emotion resulting from the orgasm that ripped through her bounced from person to person, as her body convulsed and strained against the bonds, causing Dylan to explode within her. Their bodies remained connected as they came down from their high. The applause, whistles, and shouts from the crowd broke the spell, bringing Evie back to the reality of her situation, in a dungeon, tied, plugged, with her love’s seed streaming down her legs. She giggled as Dylan hugged her tighter, smiling against her ear. “My Hope,” he said. “Let’s get you down.” He reached for her left breast. “This is going to hurt. I’m sorry, but there is no way to avoid it.” Dylan removed the first clamp, causing the blood to return to her pinched nipple. For a moment, there was no sensation, but then the rush of feeling became incredibly painful, causing Evie to cry out. Dylan pressed the nipple into her breast, rubbing gently. “One more,” he said as he reached for the other clamp.