Relinquishing Control Part 4
"I'm unsure if I can continue with this," she confesses for a fourth time. "What if someone recognizes us, or videotapes it and blackmails us? I'd lose everything, I can't-"
"Kitten," growls her date, a tall man with salt and pepper hair, a blue three-piece-suit, and a large masquerade mask covering most of his face. "You've made it to the parking lot of the dungeon. We're both wearing masks, we're in a completely different city, and they don't allow phones or recording devices inside."
"Yes, but-"
"But if we choose to leave now, you'll be looking back at this chance to cross something off your sexual wish list, craving that experience until you're practically pleading with me to bring you back here," he says, sitting back in his car seat, smiling but slightly irritated. "Make a decision and let's get this done."
Clutching her freshly painted nails into her dress, she hesitates between her date and the dungeon. It seemed like just a regular building, but she was in awe of the many people going inside. They'd secured a reservation to use the equipment. Everything was set up and ready, and yet...
"Okay," she says, mustering her courage and nodding confidently. With a golden wig covering her red hair, her face pale and highlighted with a bright red lipstick, she'd even gone as far as putting in contacts, changing her green eyes to a dark purple, making them all the more striking against the pallor of the rest of her features.
Her dark blue dress hugged her body, long and flowing, but meant more for the outside show than anything. What she wore inside was for later. Of course, her masquerade mask covered her cheeks and eyes.
Her date guided her to her side of the car and opened it. The couple made their way into the darkness, surrounded by people in a wide array of costumes, from elaborate and extraordinary to simple and casual.
"I was anticipating something more..."
"...Like an orgy?" He suggests over the chatter of the people sipping their drinks and admiring each other's attire. "This is the entrance to the dungeon. Beyond those double red doors," he points out, "is where the fun happens."
Her eyes find the doors, feeling her courage slipping away a bit again, but she's interrupted by a woman in a scarlet corset approaching them. "OH my goodness, I adore your costumes you two!"
"Thank you," she stammers, clutching her Dom tighter as they proceed.
"Welcome, newbies! We've been waiting for you!!" The woman in the corset gushes, eyeing them both in equal measure. "Come closer for a moment and I'll show you where to go and what we have available."
She led them through the doors and found herself in awe of the people around her, dressed in outfits that were more extreme than what she'd imagined. There were men in leathers, chained to a bench and being flogged by gorgeous women in spandex. A large man in a suit, spanking a smaller naked woman wearing only a bright pink mask, perched on a leaning pedestal. A woman across the room was continuously laughing as she swayed in ropes, suspended from the ceiling and bouncing back and forth without control.
As she darted a glance around, she couldn't help but smile. All these people clearly approved of and accepted one another. Why shouldn't she?
He could tell there was a spark in her eyes. Her "Boss Bitch" mode was active and she was definitely ready to play. "And here's your booking for the next two hours."
Taking her by the hand, he brought her to a large St. Andrew's Cross, a cherry wood cross with bright red cuffs at either end. He nodded to the woman gratefully, leading his date toward it. "Kitten. Look at me," he insists, pinching her chin to ensure she didn't glance at others spying on them. "I need you to follow instructions and relax. We're here for fun, remember?"
But he knew the look in her eyes. The mischievous one that signaled she was in her zone. She nodded abruptly before staring directly at the crowd. Without a word, she slid her arms through the dress sleeves to let the fabric fall.
The dress falls at her feet as several jaws join it. Below, she wears a stunning dark blue thin corset, black edges, and fitted lace panties. The garter belt holding up her stockings harmonizes with her spunky attitude, but the sensual display of her breasts above the corset is the standout feature.
She had only sneak-peeked people on a bet when young, but with the audience's mesmerized eyes on her breasts, she couldn't keep them hidden any longer. She turned to her dominator, his gaze engrossed in her, causing her smile to turn awkward. He had his hand in his backpack, seemingly lost.
Returning to him, she swiveled her bottom towards him and saucily inquired, "Wanting to brand me here, or there?" He knew this comment would bring him back to reality, the sauciness igniting his dominating nature.
Snapping out of it, he reached up and smacked her ass hard enough to make her squeal and jump. Laughter reverberated as people began surrounding the cross, waiting and observing.
He aligned her so her bottom faced away from the cross, presenting it to the crowd and simplifying his punishing task. Grace's hands shackled, he started fondling her flesh, squeezing and kneading it with his strong, coarse digits.
The cross's spread pose allowed him full access to her covered genitals. He pursued her lips with his fingers; she whimpered slightly with each cross. "Fuck..." she whispered as she could see the spectators in the mirror.
The mirror behind the cross provided a glimpse into the audience. She had a panoramic view of onlookers and the full show. She relished in her subservient position as her Dom knelt in front of the cross and fetched a massive leather item with a large handle and numerous leather straps.
She braced herself for a lashing, yet obtained only a soft impact on her rear. He was building her up for an extended session.
Within a few moments of incessant swinging, she was seeking agony from the viewers' harsh blows, not just her buttocks, but her upper thighs and calves. The swings looked sensational overhead, accentuating the clashing leather sound and her grimacing visage.
In tears, Grace went through an euphoric state, her body needing more. After countless swats, he approached her and claimed, "I'll take out the next thing, Kitten. Prepare yourself."
The laughter was unanticipated but couldn't be restrained as he growled into her ear, her face illuminated. Despite her ruined makeup from crying, she embraced her role as this mysterious stranger's object.
Her pierced nipples stroked against the cross legs, her panties drenched, while the spectators feasted on her exhibition. Eager to embark on a more depraved experience, she observed her position through the mirror with them.
He departed to the backpack to retrieve a slender, blush-colored toy. Aware of what was about to unfold, her body shivered at the prospect. Yet, he only slid it within her, sliding her panties back over her wetness and continued striking her.
She implored him to activate the toy, her body shaking underneath the swing. However, she was denied satisfaction. "Say it when you want something, Kitten," he barked.
The demand was straightforward, but the underlying command was entrenched in his dominance. He wanted her to face the desperation and plead for her climax. And despite her life experiences, she'llingly threatened to relinquish her claims. "Please Sir, please let me cum for you? Turn on my toy and make me squirt for you. Whip me and show me off, but please let me cum!"
She stared at her reflection, marveling at the shameless slutty begging, emotionally erupting before the crowd. She begged earnestly and passionately, sobbing while attempting to rub against the wooden leg, seeking ecstasy.
He swatted her a few times more as she pleaded but found herself cumming from the toy. Electrical sensations pulsed through her, instantly shattering her into bits. As her body shuddered from the vibrations, the beatings continued, confusing her perceptions with pain and joy and catapulting her into a deeper submission.
She struggled to focus, almost unable to move after her final orgasm ended the scene. She'd misplaced count, lost contact, and relinquished control at this moment. She was now being supported by the cross, her entire form overly sensitive and her mind empty.
Yet she could still appreciate each gaze directed towards her. Each one that observed her as she climaxed again and again. She was simply a plaything for them to observe and pleasure. Just an item to stir their lust and desire. And she cherished the sensation of it.
He picked her up, settling her onto a large sofa and embracing her while removing the toy from her vagina, placing it off to the side. She found herself in the safest location on the planet, nestled in his arms and cooing softly as the aftershocks pounded her sporadically.
"T-t- thanks you... S-sir," she mumbled, kissing his hand as he touched her cheek. "Y-you always know h-how to m-make me feel l-loved."
Laughing a little, it wasn't certain if it was her hearing deceiving her, the music confusing her, or her dreams making her imagine. But as he kissed her forehead, she thought she heard him growl, "because my Kitten is adored."