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Monique heard their demands now.“Take off her clothes.” “Bend her over.” “Fuck her ‘til she screams.”The most amazing thing? Monique responded to these hypotheticals as if they were nothing more than her personal fantasies. She wanted all of that.
Right here, in front of an audience.
She had to perform, but she also had to serve, to submit to her Domme as she always had. Since she was the servant, Helen could do whatever she wanted. Like slowly reveal more and more of her body to everyone staring at them.
They saw not only her breasts, but her thighs, her stomach, the white flesh of her ass, and even the fine hairs growing from her most intimate place.She’s humiliating me. Not directly, since Helen knew this wouldn’t bother her. Yet the audience didn’t know that. For all they knew, Monique was trembling inside as her Domme offered her up as some sexual creature to be admired and used by the masses. That was the thrill she now felt as Helen practically stripped her in front of these hungry beasts vicariously consuming her through her Domme.
Then she was untied, retied again, this time with her arms hanging above her head as she was attached to the nearest ring dangling from the ceiling.
“Don’t make a sound,” Helen hissed in her ear as she bent Monique forward, her ass in the air in the moments before Helen spanked it with her hand.
The pain was embarrassing – and exquisite. Monique was at her most vulnerable. Everyone knew she wanted the punishment her Mistress doled out, but they still sat on the edges of their seats to hear her let out that squeal of arousal.
Monique wouldn’t do it. She would instead swallow the sounds because she was not green behind the ears.
New, untried submissives would squeal on the first spank. People would laugh. The Domme would scold her and punish her until she learned to no longer make those sounds until given permission. Monique was the opposite. She was expected to obey without fight. The joy she offered was being pushed until an experienced sub like her finally,finallycracked. Because they always did.
There were no rewards for her. Not like in the bedroom. The reward was for the audience.
Another spank hit her ass. Monique’s lips parted, her eyes fluttering open as the pain quickly turned to pleasure. She made no sound. The only sound she couldn’t control was the smack on her ass as Helen used her whole hand to turn the skin pink.
She left Monique’s side, rolling up her jacket sleeves as she observed the tools displayed on the table nearby. Monique regrouped in her head. It was only going to get worse.
Or did that mean it was going to get better?
A paddle. It was a damned paddle with holes in it. The first hit was merciless, making half the women in the audience jump out of their seats when Monique’s flesh screamed in her stead. The world turned a hot white for a split second. Shudders upon shudders of blissful pain claimed her, warming her stomach and hardening her nipples for everyone to see. A quiet chatter of glee permeated the audience.
Helen struck her again on the other cheek. Skin burned, but Monique did not falter.
However, if Helen didn’t start holding up her end of their bargain, Monique might die from a lack of careful attention.
The edge of the paddle touched her collared neck and slowly drew down her spine. It tickled, so much so that Monique licked her lips and anticipated a strike to her ass again.
It didn’t come. Instead, Helen lifted the paddle and addressed the audience.
“I’ve had the tremendous opportunity to spoil and punish this delectable beauty for these past few months. I highly doubt I’m the only one who has dreamed about it.”
The voices rose in intensity.
“It takes a lot to make a woman like this crack.” Helen struck her, the paddle shrieking through the air before hitting its target. Monique jerked against the bindings but did not say a thing.This is getting harder…Her skin pulsed in pain. Her need for a tender touch strengthened. “I’m sure most of you would love to see that happen.”
Nobody said anything. They didn’t have to. Their hungry eyes, as Monique looked into half of them, said everything.“Spank her until she cries.” “Make her come from that paddle.” “Untie her and make her serve you.”
“Have you had enough?” Helen pulled Monique’s hair, forcing her head up. “Are you willing to serve me now?”
The bite in her voice filled Monique with a need she would instantly act upon if they were alone. For now, she had to hold back. “I am yours,” she meekly said. Half the audience couldn’t hear her, but they still knew what she said. “Please, Mistress. Give me your bidding.”
Helen released her from the human hand, but not the binds. Not yet. First, Helen spanked her one last time, hitting her with the paddle so hard that Monique’s knees buckled and a tiny whimper fell from her lips. Just enough to send a flurry of donations in their direction.
The bindings came undone. Monique sank to her knees and propped herself up with her hands, hair creating a veil of darkness around her face.
“Look at me.”
She did, but first, she had to look at the audience. So many unfamiliar faces… so many ones she recognized. Her eyes met Etta’s behind a table. She kept her lips taut, but her eyes urged Monique to press on. Beside her, Jamie gaped as if she were at the circus.
Helen brought Monique’s face near beseeching hips, long fingers pushing hard into her cheeks. “Go to the table and bring me what I’ll punish you with next.”
Monique pulled herself with her hands, for even if she wished to stand, her ass was in so much pain that her knees buckledin an instance. Besides, it pleased her more to crawl toward the table, slowly, her bare skin squeaking against the stage floor.
