Nick teasingly tugged on Sondra’s leash and she played along; they walked over to a golf cart with Rico and Katherine then followed the rest out to the hills. The amphitheater came into view after a good five minute ride and had been carved into the hillside. A few benches lined the incline and looked down on a center stage. The area was not large by any means, so they could keep the gatherings small.
After parking the carts, everyone gathered around and took a seat on the benches. Cement had been used to create the bench area and stage, making it easy for the submissive to walk in their heels. Omar wouldn’t skimp on something like that for as much as he enjoyed his women in heels. Nick had to laugh to himself but certainly agreed with the decision.
Master Omar stood before them with Krystal nearby and waved his hand toward seven stations, complete with a padded bar for hip support and a bench in front of that with leather wrist cuffs. “Gentlemen...please prepare for inspection.”
Gasps could be heard from almost every female there. Nick watched Sondra’s reaction. She stayed fairly calm although the color did drain from her face for a few moments. Nick stood and waited for her to get up. When she didn’t, he tugged again on her leash. “As we make our way to the staging area, you will keep your hands behind you and stand up straight. I want them to see those beautiful nipple rings.”
Sondra sighed. “Yes, Master.”
She fell in behind him as he led her forward and positioned her in front of a station with her back to the seating area; her hands still remained behind her back. “Spread your heels apart. I’ll be securing your ankles...and tighten that ass around your plug, pet.”
As Nick bent to secure the cuff at her ankles, he let his hand travel up her inner thigh and lightly stroke the crotch of her leather thong. He noticed at each bar, a paddle hung on one end, a flogger on the other end, so a Master could use either one should the need arise. Making sure Sondra saw them, she nodded in response.
Once each submissive had their ankles secured, the Doms stood behind them. Nick pulled out the ball gag and quickly placed it in Sondra’s mouth before she could object and buckled it at the back. Nothing would be done to her during inspection that would require a safe word so he was comfortable in this decision.
Shading his eyes from the setting sun, he moved around the other side to face Sondra and his arousal twitched to see her in her leathers, nipple rings and ball gag. The swell of her breasts protruded above the corset. Gawd she looked the part of a hungry sub needing to service her Dom. If she caused that reaction in him, he knew the other Doms were affected in the same way. Pride filled him and he took a deep breath, then motioned for her to lean forward across the bar.
Nick helped her get comfortable as she leaned forward for support on the bench. Once her hands were in a good position, he fastened the wrist cuffs and stood back to admire his work. Sondra’s slender legs looked great in her heels and her firm ass would attract more than a few of the Doms.
Glancing down the line, every submissive had their ass in the air for inspection by every Dom here. Nick had avoided telling Sondra about the inspection and hoped she wouldn’t be pissed at him later. The experience is what he brought her for.
Nick took his position in front of his submissive, then pressed the button on her remote. He saw her flinch when the anal plug and vibrator started and he kept it low.
Master Omar walked the line with his crop, followed by Krystal, caressing each bare ass he passed. When he stopped behind Sondra, he stood there for a long while, making her wait, making her drip...Nick knew her too well.
Omar sniffed and Sondra groaned. “Your scent in this heat makes a man hard, slut.” At that, Omar pressed his genitals against her ass, rubbing himself through his leather pants and Sondra fisted her hands. Omar met Nick’s gaze. “Her anal plug needs to buzz another notch higher.”
Nick obeyed and Omar moved on to the next submissive but Krystal now stood behind Sondra. Her nails raked up the sides of Sondra’s thighs and over her ass, kneading each cheek in her hands. She placed her crop directly on Sondra’s crotch and began light taps, each one getting harder until a cry slipped from Sondra’s throat.
Krystal grabbed the paddle and whacked Sondra’s ass, then waited for a response. None came and she hung the paddle back on the post and moved on down the line.
Sondra panted and flexed her fingers.
Master Omar spoke to them with a microphone now as he paced the stage area. “Every submissive slut here will be inspected by every Master. You are to make sure their anal plug is in place and still lubed well. You will check to be sure her internal vibrator is still buzzing and inserted properly. You may check their reflexes with the paddle or flogger. Once the inspections are done, a guard will escort each submissive to one of the other stations and secured. Guards will be posted outside each station for security. Once the inspections are complete, I’ll go over the rest of the rules for your enjoyment this evening.”
Chapter Eight
The muscles in her arms ached in the heat as she held herself up on the bench she was cuffed to. Humiliation sparked off every nerve in Sondra’s body as she flexed her fingers. Why did Master Omar continue to single her out? The length of his hard cock pressed against her ass was not something she’d soon forget. He loved humiliating his submissives; that much was evident! Did he secretly want to use her while she lay bent over his bar out here?
Nick stepped away and she panicked. Taking a deep breath, she knew she wouldn’t be hurt out here. This inspection had been set up as another lesson for the subs to learn that their bodies were not their own while wearing a collar. All she could do was wait for someone to touch her or stand in front of her.
She didn’t have to wait very long. Someone squatted behind her and held her thighs for support while he pressed his nose against her ass. His finger moved her thong aside and he took the deepest breath she’d heard anyone ever take. As his tongue moved along her inner thigh, her muscles tightened on the vibrator and then his tongue slid over her lips...then between them and she thought she would die.
Two rough fingers slipped inside to feel for her vibrating egg tucked in deep. He pushed it further then pressed back on her anal plug and left his fingers there to feel that vibrate. Against her will, she felt her juices seep and a moan slipped from her throat.
“You love this don’t you, bitch? All of you love a man’s hands on you.” He withdrew his fingers, replaced her thong and stood behind her. She waited, wondering what he’d do next. Fingers moved up the insides of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass fit right into his huge hands as he squeezed her ass. She’d swear his finger marks would be there tomorrow.
Then his thumb followed the strap of her thong down the crack of her ass until he came to the base of her anal plug. One short press. Her muscles clenched around the base.
Another short press and they began to spasm, wanting more.
The third press sent the plug deeper this time and he kept pressing, faster and harder until he took hold of the base and had the plug coming out of her ass to the widest part before he gently pushed it back in. He kept it up, slowing the pace to watch as it entered her...he had to be getting off on watching that.
Sondra hung her head and panted as her heart raced. She couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that slipped from her throat. Between the buzz of both toys, and the sensations this Dom caused her, she would explode in his hands if he weren’t careful.
The flogger landed across her back, snapping her head up!
Again he hit her.
The plug continued the slow movement and hit against the vibrating egg to torment her inner muscles, edging her closer to orgasm.
Suddenly all movement ceased.
She waited, panting.
“Your equipment looks in the proper place to me but you need more discipline, slut. Maybe your next Master will teach you a lesson.”
The wooden paddle slapped her ass so hard tears came to her eyes and she bit into the ball gag. Her hear
t slammed against her chest and she took deep breaths through nose, knowing she had to stay calm.
More inspections, more hands, more fingers, and taken close to cumming more times than she cared to remember...but still no release. The sun set behind the hill and dusk had crept in on them. The heat let up some but perspiration still trickled from between her breasts up to her neck and under her collar.
Frustrated, Sondra hung her head. The rings on her nipples began to ache and she needed Nick to take them off and soothe her nipples with his tongue.
Where was he? Then she realized he was inspecting other submissives for their plug placements and her mind filled with vivid images of him standing behind someone, spreading them for inspection. She couldn’t think of that right now and shook her head to dispel the images.
Before she realized it, darkness surrounded her and her wrists were being released. Someone helped her stand and as she supported herself on the bar, her ankles were undone.
“Keep your hands behind your back.” The rough guard nearly barked at her and she didn’t think twice about disobeying as she laced her fingers together behind her. Glad she had the ball gag to bite into, she looked at her guard. He stared at her for a moment, lust filling his eyes as he reached out to flick a feather that dangled from her nipple ring. A yank on her leash pulled her forward and she had no choice but to follow him off the stage. She wouldn’t miss being here and would never forget this experience.
Her ball gag reminded her she wasn’t close to heading home.
Barely able to see where she walked, cement was still beneath her heels and made walking easier although a fear of tripping filled her with anxiety. The guard led her past three stations and she heard women whimpering and moaning. Fear reared its ugly head as she wondered what lay in store for her.
Each station had a front and side walls with a larger number on the front. One small bulb hung just above the front wall, making the number visible. The lights weren’t bright enough to see much so Doms carried flashlights as they made their way back toward the staging area.
A coyote howled in the distance and she shivered to think what could be out here in the pitch-black night. Sondra could only see the silhouette of more hills.
Her leash jerked her collar as the guard led her behind and into her station. No wall blocked the back entrance, leaving it completely open. Although darkness surrounded her, she could make out a side table with instruments and a chair that sat up on a small platform with more restraints to hold her down. Fear took hold as she saw the v-cut of the seat which would leave her fully exposed while she sat there with her knees spread.
Could her heart race any faster?
The guard disconnected the leash from her collar. “Get up there and sit down.”
Sondra didn’t hesitate at the sound of his gruff deep voice; she climbed up the two steps and sat in the seat. Without question, she placed her arms so he could secure her wrists. Sensing the seat wasn’t quite right she moved her ass a bit but the back of the chair slanted so she couldn’t sit up straight.
She’d missed seeing the knee cuffs until he jerked both legs wide to buckle those then moved to her ankles.
“Can’t be having you kick any of our Doms, now can we?” He cuffed her ankles to the chair legs. Slowly, his hands lightly moved up her legs to her inner thighs and higher, toying with her garters. Rough fingers slipped inside her thong, easily slid between her lips and she slammed her head back against the chair in frustration. He laughed as he withdrew and smelled her on his fingers, sniffing to be sure she heard him.
Sondra cringed.
Holding his fingers to her nose, he made her smell herself then he sucked her juices from his fingers. “No woman tastes the same...”
Moving around behind her, she listened for what he might do next.
Chains!
Before she knew it, her collar tugged up beneath her chin and jerked her head back and the hooks were roughly connected to the D-rings.
A strap buckled around her waist.
Her lungs burned as fear took hold.
Footsteps faded away and she heard nothing but moans of other submissives as they were tormented. How long would she have to wait out here in the dark? Alone?
The chair leaned her back at a ninety degree angle and if someone moved her chair to the ground, the back of her chair could easily be above the platform. She envisioned a Dom standing above her on the platform, dangling himself as he forced her to service him. Closing her eyes wasn’t an option, which only presented more images!
She listened for any sound of approaching footsteps as she squinted to see into the open dark hills across from her.
She waited for her own torment to begin...
* * * * *
Using his flashlight, Nick made his way to the seating area in the amphitheater after making sure Sondra arrived safely to her station...number four. He’d watched from a distance, not wanting to interfere with the setup and made a mental note of her guard.
Rico slid down the bench where Nick sat among the other Masters around the stage, glad the sun had set and somewhat cooler temps blew through the dark hills.
Master Omar and Krystal waited in the small spotlight for a few others to join them before he began. “Gentlemen, again, thank you for joining us this week. The sub stations have been set up according to pain ranges with each of them in a different position. Stations one through four is light bondage and in five through eight you can get a bit more intense, per their written contracts that we’ve seen and approved.
“We do have a few rules before you begin. No more than two Doms are permitted inside a station at a time. Should you remove an item from a submissive, it’s to be replaced before you leave. After each session, and before moving on to the next, the guard will check that submissive for tool replacement and for damage such as bruises, cuts, massive welts, etc. Should he find any of those types of injuries, you will be charged a $10,000 fine which I expect to be paid by 10 am tomorrow. We’re not here to hurt anyone. You already know I don’t run that type of a program. Sensual pleasure, mixed with sensory deprivation and acceptable pain are what we’re about.
“Each station is numbered on the front wall and is walled on three sides with the entrance at the back. Each one is supplied with condoms, lubricant, and other toys to be used with condoms. That should go unspoken but a reminder is in order. The subs have no idea what’s coming their way so let’s head out to test our abilities to tease and torment. Enjoy, gentlemen.”
Nick led the way and Rico followed. He wanted to talk with the guard outside Sondra’s station to be sure she was safe before they made their rounds. Too many things could happen out here in the dark and should she be attacked, he’d have to kill someone.
All guards stood close enough to each station entrance to watch for danger and Nick motioned to her guard to come forward. He leaned close to the guard, not wanting Sondra to hear him. “There are more guards out in the hills back there, correct, making sure nothing or no one gets close to the women?”
“Yes, Sir. There are about twenty-five of us out here. The women have no idea the men are in the hills guarding from a distance. They all think we tied them up as bait for the coyotes.”
Nick smiled. “A great fear factor. Thank you.”
The guard returned to his post just beyond the back entrance.
Nick looked around as the other Doms filtered out among the stations and distant cries could be heard from the other end at Station Six and Seven.
Rico nudged his arm. “I think Katherine is hoping you stop by. She loves you tormenting her. Or maybe it’s that she loves servicing you.”
“I think you have some getting even to do with Sondra after yesterday.”
“That sounds like a plan...I love revenge. Check in with you later.” Rico headed toward Sondra’s station so Nick could relax. She’d be safe with him.
Curiosity made him wonder what position Katherine would be in. According to Master Omar, they were al
l positioned different but all had the egg vibrators and anal plugs...to be replaced if they got removed.
* * * * *
Sondra’s lungs froze and she bit into the ball gag. The ache in her jaws almost distracted her from the noise.
Something rustled in the brush beyond the entrance. Frantic, she tugged on her wrists, only to find they were tight enough that she couldn’t slip out of them. Anything could be roaming out there...or anyone. She’d have no way to fight off a stray animal should they be curious.
How could they do this to all the submissives?
Her knees or ankles wouldn’t budge either.
Then gravel crunched just outside the entrance to her station. Sondra listened. Men whispered outside her entrance but she couldn’t make out what they said or how many there were. The agonizing wait made her seep onto her thong.
How could that be? Did all this truly excite her and she wasn’t aware of that aspect?
The annoying buzz in her ass hit nerves she needed to be careful with. When it bump against the internal vibrations, her body reacted in ways she didn’t need right now.
A man cleared his throat.
Sondra waited. She couldn’t flex her fingers, that would show weakness or fear, so she sat as still as she could. If she only had a flashlight, she could see who it was.
“I’ll not blindfold you if you shut your eyes and keep them closed.”
She closed her eyes and nodded but that just made her imagination more vivid.
“As much as I love the look of the ball gag, I have other uses for your mouth.” The gag released and the ball was pulled away; she couldn’t help moving her jaw to relieve the cramp.
“I don’t want to hear a sound from you unless it’s your safeword. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
Instruments moved on the shelf, a vibrator buzzed then stopped. Wrappers crinkled and yet she waited.
The strips of a flogger caressed one inner thigh then teased the other as it closed in on her crotch. It struck directly on her crotch and she flinched. Pain heated her thigh, then the other as continuous strikes hit, each one nearly hitting her pussy.
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