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 conscious 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 the 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, Midwesterners 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 thought 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 pair 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 the 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 the tough was different the impression was 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 loose 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 place 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 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 mid-westerners 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 as time went on 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 her self for the next set of hands but instead felt the sting of a hundred pieces of rubber from the whip 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 though 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.
Vincent took Nina by the hand and led to the stairs at the side of the stage stepping down out of the way. The crowd began to watch as hell little Cherub uncoiled a brown single tail whip. Nina shook in horror burying her face in Vincent’s back, she wanted to but just couldn’t bear to look. The Cherub snapped it viciously four feet to the left of Nadrea’s head, her heart sunk immediately at its sound. Nadrea was now in a place that she never really dared to venture, a cruel device that she had never felt, something so edgy in her own mind that the one time she tried to learn to wield it herself but gave up due to the level of skill required. The Cherub couldn’t resist tormenting her just a little more dragging the length of the whip between her fingers across the breath of Nadrea’s back. Nadrea’s courage had all but run but then she heard, “I bet you wish you hadn’t slapped me. Well you will.” The words entering Nadrea’s ears, not as playful, or generic, the words didn’t sound cruel or cold it was far, far worse they were personal. Nadrea’s body was tensed and now trembling in fear. The Cherub stepped back again cracking the whip off to the side. The others in the club began paying attention, the Leather Men joined by their female brethren made their way to the front of the stage to watch, others the wanna be’s and the players alike began to fade from their own surroundings and watch what was going on at the front of the club.
Cindy grinned her angelic little wicked smile one last time snapping the whip off to the side louder and harder before dancing it across Nadrea’s shoulders. Her mind filled with stories of marks and her mind was telling her that this had now become a blood sport. She screamed in pain, and then in terror as felt something running down her back, certain that she was already not only marked but bleeding. The impact was light, there was little sting but her fear and her mind was telling Nadrea other wise. The whip cracked past her ears again and sweat ran down her face as she prepared for another vicious blow. Screaming in perceived terror and unimaginable pain, her body soaked with sweat, the pink cuffs stained with the salty liquid pouring off Nadrea’s body as she strained desperately against the chains holding her in place, her heart again trying pound its way out of her chest her mind by the end telling her she had been brutally beaten. In truth the Cherub fluid movements had created wicked sounds and images while gently dancing the whip across Nadrea’s body, leaving only one small mark across her ass. She after all wouldn’t resist leaving just one small distinguishable welt. Nadrea gasped for air but the terror she felt wouldn’t let her escape inside of herself in those moments. She couldn’t escape from her reality to that other place where she exchanged her pain for pleasure. Except for the last blow that left a welt the bite was created by an impact that had not much more impact than a pair of butterfly wings. The whip cracking next to her ears had fooled Nadrea’s mind into thinking things that simply weren’t really there.
Vincent approached “I’m going to uncuff you and you have to remain still unless you are moved no matter what.” Her arms fell limply to her side as the were unfastened and the cuffs were removed, her legs were released and uncuffed and Nina placing the drenched cuff back into Vincent’s bag. Nadrea stood collecting herself as Vincent place his hands on her, they felt wonderfully familiar, not demanding and gentle, the caressed her, next a second set of hands began to caress Nadrea’ moving her limp lifeless arms as the willed, the sensations gentle and seductive, the a third set of hands began to hold her, melting into the sensations Nadrea thought she felt another set of hands on her but wasn’t certain, and then another placed gently on her, caressing her hips, she stood still wondering who was touching her, hands continued to cover her, until her entire body was coated with wondering lingering touches. She felt vulnerable, she felt aroused she felt yet again objectified as the hands led her to her knees. Their touch still coursing over her, slowly the hands began to leave her skin feeling over whelmed there were only four hands left on her, she felt alive. The hands paused on her shoulders the moved toward her blindfold, removing it Nadrea slowly opened her eyes and the drew into focus Vincent stood in front of her backed my a menagerie of leather men which explained that hands and wondering but controlled touches that were not overly interested in her breasts and not at all interested in the space in between her thighs.
Nina and the Cherub helped her to her feet and escorted her off of the stage. Nadrea passed by Vincent and a host of applauding gay men she leaned into him “Rape me. Make me crawl across the floor and then take me.” Vincent just smiled as the three ladies and the toy bag disappeared across the club and back into the private room where she had left not so long ago.
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