by Jamie Knight
Eileen glanced into my eyes. Her whole body was shaking with fear. I pulled her towards me, hugged her quickly and kissed her on the top of the head.
“Thank you.” It was the only think I could think of to say, but it didn’t encompass how I was feeling at all. “No matter what you do, you’re going to be perfect.”
She nodded and pulled away from me. I helped her get the yoke on and we both moved towards the entrance to the Leather and Lace Ball. I watched as Eileen took two deep breaths and then she was gone.
Eileen stepped into the ballroom and she was confident. Her head was held high as she towered over most of the crowd. Her legs were impossibly long in the black platform shoes and their five-inch heels. The domino mask sat perfectly over her eyes, but her golden gaze was still visible. It was regal—like she owned everything and everyone in the room. Then she stepped forward.
The people gasped. Hands went over mouths. Whispers started, people wondering who she was. Who she belonged to. They parted like a wave, leaving her a clear runway to strut down and strut she did. Her long legs reached in front of her and pulled her forward. Her hips swung from side to side. Her ass, clad in the leather catsuit, was high and tight. Her head bobbed slightly with her gait.
She never wavered or lost her balance. Eileen walked in sky high heels like she was born in them. Back ramrod straight, her breasts stuck out from her chest perky and perfect, pushing at her leather suit. Her shoulders swung slightly under the black wooden yoke. Her hands hung loose before it, the only color of her outfit was the red of her nails.
Everyone watched her. She strutted her way to the stage like she was made for this night and this show. Not a hint of fear was in her posture now. When she reached the edge of the stage she turned and struck a pose, her long legs spread wide and her head thrown back just slightly.
The men and women of the ball were mesmerized. They started to move towards her, crowding with questions and desire. Reaching out to her and staring up at her in wonder.
Her honey-colored eyes found mine through the audience like a laser. Heat pass between us from the thirty feet or so that separated us. She called me in a primal way, her lips parted slightly and even from this far away I could see the breath she sucked in.
My dick was hard, ready and aching for her. My pet was magnificent.
“Come,” her red lips formed the word.
The doms in the room were inching forward. Men and women dressed in their own leather outfits pulled forward to touch her and take her as her own. They all wanted her.
That’s when I cracked my whip.
Every head in the room turned to stare at me. And her, the only woman in the room who mattered, her lips pulled into a sultry smile. That’s when I took my first step into the ballroom. My pet called to me and the crowds parted in front of me. I stepped forward, feeling taller than I ever have in my whole life.
When the whispers came, I cracked the whip again for silence. The king was here. The Dark Club had come, and the room was ours.
Every single person in the audience pulled back ready for our show. All ten inches of my cock proceeded my walk through the room—rock hard and pushing up the leather flap in my suit. I was ready to give them a show. I was ready to take what was mine.
I crossed the room quickly and grabbed Eileen by the throat above the yoke. Our eyes were still connected, and her breath went out of her body in a huff. Her painted red lips formed a little O. Using her neck as a guide, I pushed her up onto the stage. Her butt propped up onto the wood and her long legs swiveled around till she was kneeling. It was a graceful maneuver considering her arms were still bound and I still had a hold of her neck.
I tightened my grip slightly, just till I could feel her start to panic, and then I pulled her head down so I could kiss her lips. Soft and warm, she met my kiss with her own. She was panting. And it wasn’t with fear. Eileen was turned on.
I felt my own breath catch. Her desire fed mine and I couldn’t believe it. Here, in front of a ballroom full of people, the girl I thought was too innocent was turning dirty. She was turning kinky.
A new excitement filled me. Maybe this wasn’t just going to be pretend. Maybe she could be my real pet.
I pushed her lips from mine and let Eileen sit up. Kneeling on the stage she towered above me, perfect and queenly. I ran my hands down her body feeling the leather of her outfit. It pulled her curves tight and her body begged me for release. I guided her to turn until her ass faced me and I spanked it. Pushing her up until she stood on the stage.
I joined her and the show begin for real. I grabbed my whip and swung it until it snapped against the leather that covered her perfect ass.
The crowd cheered.
Somewhere, on the edge of the room, my uncle Ronnie was laughing with pleasure.
Chapter Sixteen
Eileen
I felt like a queen. It was crazy. Here I was standing on a stage, dressed in more leather than I had ever owned before, trussed up like some sort of criminal with my ex-boyfriend slash boss coming at me with a whip and a hard on that could be seen for miles. I loved every second of it.
I had told myself before the performance that I would just forget that there were people here. I would try to picture it as just Ray and I, alone in a bedroom somewhere, but the sight of so many eyes on me was interesting. I found myself looking into people’s faces and drinking in the looks of passion and desire that they held.
There were couples and groups paring off throughout the audience. People were kissing while they were watching us. Bodies were grunting and panting, but all eyes were on us. I made eye contact with a blonde man who was thrusting into a woman from behind. He held my gaze for a moment, licked his lips and blew me kisses. It was like he wanted to fuck me, but was taking it out on his…date?
Ray’s whip cracked and it slapped into the leather of my catsuit. There was a bit of a thump, but no sting yet. I arched forward bending one knee slightly, giving Ray better access to my ass. He seemed to approve because the whip cracked again. The thump it caused as it slashed into the leather was somewhat pleasurable.
I let out a low moan, which brought cheers from the people closest to the stage.
Ray moved from behind me to stand at my side. I glanced over at him, turning my head in the confines of the stocks, and my heart sped up. This was where shit got real.
He traced his hands down my body, rubbing my breasts and hips and ass through the leather. I let his touch comfort me, but it wasn’t arousing. I was too nervous for what I knew was coming.
Reaching for a zipper that lined one of the special areas of my suit, Ray started to pull. The material dropped down revealing my left breast to the crowd. The second that the cool air of the ballroom touched my nipple, it hardened. My breath caught in my lungs. The nervousness that filled my stomach turned to a strange excitement that coursed through my body and ran down to my pussy, which began to ache.
I was turned on. Showing my breast to a room full of people, a room full of strangers, was making me hotter than I had ever felt before.
Ray pulled the second zipper and my right breast was revealed, the nipple hard as a diamond.
“Do you want me to touch your breasts, pet?” Ray asked in my ear. I wasn’t sure if it was loud enough for the crowd to hear.
“Yes, sir!” I yelled.
The crowd screamed with enthusiasm.
Ray moved behind me again. He folded himself over me, pushing his torso into my back and reached around to touch my exposed tits. His fist touch was barely a scrape of one finger around the curve of my breasts, but it was enough to make my legs tremble. My pussy felt like it was on fire it ached so much.
Next, Ray’s hands covered my breasts and he began to massage them as he pulled me into his body and his pelvis. Through our layers of leather, I could feel his cock, still rock-hard, press into me. My anticipation level increased and I wanted the barriers between us gone. The very thought of him fucking me in front of this crowd was alm
ost pushing me over the edge.
He pinched my nipples and rolled them slightly. It felt so good that I almost closed my eyes, but something stopped me. Some hidden desire made me keep them open and stare into the audience.
It felt like electricity was zapping off of my nipples and running through my whole body. My knees weakened and clamped together. I looked into a person’s eyes in the mob. A stranger’s, I couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman, but something passed between us and I came with a scream.
“Oh my God! You bad pet!” Ray said behind me. His voice was filled with surprise, but then he lowered it to a growl. “I didn’t say you could come yet!”
He pulled his body from mine and I wobbled at the loss of his support. My breasts were suddenly cold from his hands being gone and they ached to be touched again. An odd pleading sound rose in my throat.
Ray looked over the crowd. “Should my bad pet be punished?” he asked. “She came without permission!”
There was a roar of approval.
I blinked at the masses; their faces were still blurry from my orgasm. I was dizzy and filled with more desire than I had ever felt before. My legs wobbled in my platform heels.
Ray was at my side again in one second. His fingers found the latches on the stocks and he flipped them. The wood fell away shocking me. I looked back at him, not sure what was going on. In the instructions he had given me, I was supposed to wear the yoke the whole time. I guessed that he was starting to improvise and tried to relax.
He pulled a wooden pommel horse around in front of me from the back of the stage, where I hadn’t seen it before, and pushed me down onto it. The coarse two-by-four that made up the top pressed into my ribs and lay in between my boobs. It was rough on my smooth skin, but the feeling wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, to my heightened senses the bits of wood that were sticking into my body were points of odd pleasure.
We hadn’t planned to use this thing in our act. The rough plan, Ray had come up with had us both standing the entire time, but I wasn’t upset. Leaning on the pommel horse took my weight off my trembling feet. It was almost a relief.
Ray pulled up my left leg and put it onto a ledge of the pommel horse, then he did the same with the right. Something clamped around each ankle and I glanced down to see that the contraption had some sort of cushioned restraints. My hands were tied down quickly, leaving me completely trapped against the wood. The position I was now confined in had my butt raised up into the air. I knew what was coming next.
The two zippers that held the flaps of leather around my butt cheeks loosened and were pulled away. My bare ass, with only a thin thong of fabric covering my privates, was exposed to the crowd.
My breath hissed and I started to pant. That was when the first sting of the whip came. It was a quick snap and then a blossom of heat and pain filled my left butt cheek. I screamed, but it wasn’t with pain.
“That’s for coming too soon, pet!” Ray announced. The crowd cheered.
He cracked the whip a second time and pain blossomed in my right butt cheek. I was quivering with it, overwhelmed by the strange pleasure I was feeling. My pussy was wet, soaking the leather thong that covered it.
Ray moved closer. Her ran a hand over my stinging flesh like he was appreciating the curve of my ass.
“God, your beautiful,” he panted. It was too quiet for the audience to hear and I wasn’t sure if he even knew that he was speaking. “Your ass is so red, my gorgeous girl. You’ve got me so fucking hard. To see you take it like that…God damn.”
He pulled his hand back and then spanked me as hard as he could. My ass stung, and the movement pushed me into the rough wood. The whole contraption rocked slightly.
“Do it again,” I begged, not even sure where my voice came from.
“What?” he hissed.
“Do it again, please, sir?” I begged again.
I glanced back at him and our eyes met. Ray’s blue eyes were wild, like he was possessed with desire. I had never seen him, or any man, look at me that way. It made my pussy tingle and my hips buck against the pommel horse. He watched my every move; his lips twisting with a smile.
Then he spanked me hard again. And again. Ray spanked me over and over till my butt felt raw and burning, but for some reason, my body loved it. Each time his hand met my flesh my hips would buck and grind my mound into the wood beneath me. Whines and pleads filled my throat, until I was screaming for him to fuck me and make me come.
Ray stopped and I lay there quivering. Tears of pain and pleasure were running into my black mask and I was mumbling incoherently. He looked me over a few seconds and then rubbed my flaming skin. His gentle touch was divine. I leaned into it.
But as quickly as he touched me, his hand was gone. Ray reached over my butt and undid the final zipper—the one covering my pussy and asshole. The air hit them coolly and I hissed in my breath aware that a room full of thousands was staring at my most intimate parts.
My pussy was wet, engorged and quivering. I cold feel my moisture on my thighs. My hips bucked again, my whole body begging for Ray’s touch.
He slid two fingers into me, and it almost pushed me over the edge. I held my whole body ridged and tense; my being a live wire of sensation and desire. Ray pulled his fingers back just slightly and then slammed them into me again. In front of the masses, he fingerfucked my wet pussy. I groaned with pleasure and uttered words of nonsense.
“Come,” Ray ordered, and I did.
My body released with a hard orgasm that ripped through my belly and made my pussy clench his fingers tight. My juices poured out, spraying the wooden pommel horse. Sparkles of pleasure ran up and down my spine, and I shook enough to move the wooden horse under my belly.
“Good God, pet,” Ray breathed, disbelief in his voice. Then he dropped his voice down to a whisper just for me. “I never thought I would see you come so hard on stage.”
I wanted to tell him that I was just pretending, but I wasn’t. I was still so turned on that I couldn’t find words. I couldn’t answer him. All I could do was whimper for him to use me and find pleasure of his own.
Ray ran his hands up and down my body as he walked from one end of the pommel horse to the other and looked me over. He squeezed my tits, flicked my nipples, and spanked me a few more times. Every time he touched me it was like nothing I had ever felt in my life.
“Please, sir,” I begged, anxious to see him come. “Let me suck you off. In front of these people, let me pleasure you.”
He chuckled. “Oh, you are giving me pleasure, my pet. But I will give you something else to put in your mouth. Open up.”
He stuffed the middle of the whip into my mouth and pulled it back like a harness. It pulled my head and torso back, straining my arms against the cuffs that held them. The new position I was in pushed my breasts out towards part of the crowd. My nipples were still hard, and I saw several people staring at them with their mouths open.
Twisted and trapped, I panted waiting for my boss’s next move. My eyes roamed the audience. People were fucking hard as they watched us. There where moans and screams of pleasure. I caught the eyes of another person, a woman this time. She was looking at me like I was a goddess and a little part of me felt that way.
Was I really freer up here, or was I getting too caught up in an act?
Before I had more time to figure out what was going on in my head, Ray stuck his ten-inch cock inside me. It was quick and rough and almost instantaneous. One minute I was empty and the next I was filled with the best cock I had ever had.
He thrust into me over and over, pushing my pussy, my body and the pommel horse as hard as he could with his hips. The contraption rocked but didn’t fall over. Ray spanked me as he pounded my pussy. He even pulled out all the way and spanked my pussy lips.
It all made me cry and scream. I came and squirted over and over. My legs were wet inside my leather suit—wet with my own insatiable pleasure. My pussy quivered around his swelling cock. I knew he was going to com
e soon and hard and I wanted his come all over me.
“Please, sir,” I begged, finding my voice. “Come on me. Cover my tits with your seed.”
The audience screamed their approval.
Ray pulled back; he was breathless and moving fast. The restraints fell away from my wrists. He pushed me into a sitting position and looked into my eyes. There was such a mix of emotions in his face—breathless desire, happiness, and pride. I knew in that moment that I had done well.
His hand pumped his cock. It twitched and erupted. With a manly grunt, Ray came all over my bare breasts. I ran my fingers through his cum and looked out into the crowd. There were looks of jealousy on a lot of the faces and I felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world.
The performance went perfectly, and I was feeling like a million bucks when Ray undid my leg harnesses and pulled me from the pommel horse. There was cheers and applause and it all carried me away into a new kind of pleasure. A kind of pleasure I wasn’t sure I wanted to give up.
Chapter Seventeen
Eileen
Ray’s hands were still all over me. I was laughing so much, I hardly noticed that my domino mask had slipped, and my identity was no longer secret. I didn’t care though, I was high with adrenaline and the feel of Ray’s body on mine.
We had just fucked—there on the main stage—but I didn’t want to stop. Once we were offstage and, in the audience, I pulled him down to me and kissed his full lips over and over. I ran my hands through his dark hair and enjoyed the expression of shock in his blue eyes as they peered at down me. But he didn’t pull away.
Our ruse was over but the desire I had for him was not gone. Was it because of the very public performance and the thrill that had given me or was I still in love with Ray? I couldn’t tell at that point and I didn’t care. I need and wanted him again.
As we awkwardly moved through the crowd, kissing and groping each other, another act took the stage. I gave it a quick enough glance to see that it was staring a woman in a pleather skirt with a long whip, but beyond that I saw nothing. Nothing was as interesting as the hot, sexy man before me.