"For a while, we stood there, unable to do anything but watch. Her DOM was enthusiastic using a piston move in and out of his redhead slave. We watched them closely. He had an average cock proving any size is perfect if you know how to use it, as he evidently knew how to put it to use. She was screaming and shaking. She came in relentless waves of orgasm squirting her fluids while he rode her a little longer to reach his own orgasm, quickly he orgasmed, leaking out of her in thick gobs of semen. We watched, transfixed by sight, my hand was moving backwards to toy with his belt. Dom pulled his cock out of redhead slave then shot out more semen on her back. He continued to use his hand rubbing his cock back and forth repeatedly. They were finished. Panting heavily, he collapsed on center floor pulling his slave down."
"We looked down on them smiling at their lesson given; both of us were novices at this display. Maybe it was the exhibitionist in me, mentally I reached deep into myself, and I reached in and pulled out, cruelty. I think a cruelty along with a majority of our world, had been suppressed for so long. Every desire I ever felt had to inflict pain and punishment, was shoved aside in my life; now resurfaced, refreshed, and potent. I let those inner desires rule me."
"We were all a part of a performance. I was self-conscious for about ten seconds when it all came to me in a revelation. I thought the only way to subject this arrogant, good-looking man into submission depended on one element. I turned to him quickly and asked him if he ever topped another female in a public club like this? He shook his head no. Then I honed in for his kill. Most people don't like being on display in limelight while others watched, because their fear of failure. When you're a child being in limelight is fun. I was dominated so much in public I became used to domination. I was trained for it; I enjoyed it, loved it, and craved it."
"Robert my move was a calculated one, as not many embrace public domination. Here was his point of weakness. Like a deer looking onto oncoming headlights, he was overcome by so many eyes on him. It had a hypnotizing effect on the 'arrogant' him. He complied without a word pulling on his belt. I took hold of his buckle unclasped it pulling quickly, relishing brass and black belt leather in my hands. I grabbed both front parts of his vest, pulling it wide open dropping it to center floor. As I had his scent in my nostrils I sensed that something raw in me was now unleashed. Scraping my teeth on his nipple my touch produced a gasp from him."
"I grilled deeper. Knowing I punctured flesh, continuing until I had warm salty taste of blood. His desire was in my mouth. Tasting him drove us both wilder and wilder. My hands were frantic as I tugged at his jeans zipper. I wanted him naked before me. I wanted his cock available to my hands and mouth. Quickly he stood before me unclothed, erect, his throbbing cock head glistened with reflections of precum pearl drops. I softly traced my fingers around circumference of his cock head, sending waves of pleasure through my own body while he shivered with anticipated delight. He bent his head down. I offered my mouth allowing him to nibble on my lips for a brief moment. I then harshly pushed him away, without a hint of a warning. Shock was written all over his face with a need for continuation of my touch. I laughed loudly in front of him. It was intended to bestow contempt and ridicule mocking him."
Kathy went into more details of her experience; "Kneel, I said to him clearly. He fell to his knees automatically. I turned, and saw Dom and slave couple watching us intently. Dom had an approving smile while his eyes went over my scantily clad body. Redhead slave gave me a similar look. She centered her gaze on my pubis then looked straight into my eyes, licked her lips conveying that she wanted to suck my vaginal lips. Yes I was wet. She could see that. Her own hands were locked around her Master's cock rubbing him up and down in slow masturbation with an occasional sucking of him. I turned back to Prophet, now on his knees, with his own hand wrapped around his cock stroking himself. I asked Prophet did I say he could masturbate. No, and I was annoyed. He must have sensed danger. At my command he stopped immediately, with his hands dropping to his side. In a weak voice he told me no, Mistress, you didn't tell me I had permission go masturbate. Prophet backed away as I approached. He fell down before me. I took liberty of sending one stiletto foot into his thigh. He winced my sharp heel was like a knifepoint driven into skin. He had a twisted look of half-pain with more pleasure, such stimulation it gave me pleasure. I ground my foot into his thigh more to let him have a taste of my authority. It was MY authority."
"Did you think a trifle like that would be overlooked by me? I gave him no chance to reply. It is for shame, my male pet, for shame. I took a handful of his hair jerking his head upward so that he would again look at me. I saw excitement and fear in his eyes. I shook it aside and subjected Prophet to the undiluted attention of his audience. He was conscious, oh, ever so conscious of it and tensed up. But he would comply. He wouldn't back down, he had gone that far. I told him, it seemed to me he had a lesson to learn. He did not know I was new to domination. He, in fact, as I found out later, had no clue I was pondering every move. As I adjusted my position into an entirely new domination role, It became easier and easier."
Kathy continued her narrative; "This moral is well grounded in always ask for permission before you do something or anything. I asked pointedly as I ran my hands over his neck. He nodded as laughed, short and sharp, it had a grim side. I told him I was going to have to drill it into him. He didn't reply. I requested a chair and it was promptly presented by one from our audience. There were no wrist restraints available, so I took his belt ordering him to place his arms on the chair and gripping it. When he obeyed, I tied his wrists to this chair restraining him. To reassure him that I had HIS pleasure in mind, I reached down a stroked his cock head while standing up directly behind him, near enough for him to smell my sensual scent of excitement."
"I made an announcement to our audience 'ladies and gentlemen' I would love the temporary use of a cane, and a whip. Ripples of murmurs passed through the crowd, with a quiet chuckling from voyeurs, coupled with sounds of discussion through more serious audience members. A simple, thin rattan cane appeared from darkness. A whip was presented to me by Dom's redhead slave herself. As I took it from her hand, we looked at each other with mutual admiration. One look at me and she could feel that maybe I wasn't going to be able to carry off dominating Prophet. I looked at her leaning forwards blushing thinking it is my first time. I will bring this off."
