Method Acting Ch 07 Exemplar

Those who missed the sex from the last chapter should be more than satisfied here. Note that there are a lot of different kinks covered at the party that I couldn't fit in the tags.

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Dakota

Once her mistress had convinced the other dominants she was serious, they'd all drifted away. Dakota wasn't totally sure what the issue was, except that she remembered the whip crack from the day before and how much even just the sound had scared her.

While they waited for the demonstration Mistress Samira had mentioned, her mistress led her around the room to different stages. There were a number of them set up, just simple platforms so they were slightly higher than the rest of the room. A few of them had furniture on them similar to what was in Mistress Samira's basement. They walked past one stage where a man was secured to a bench, with a woman Dakota assumed was his mistress pushing a dildo in and out of his ass while another woman sat on the ground beneath him, her arms secured to the "legs" of the bench while she sucked on the bound man's cock. The mistress kept reminding the man he wasn't supposed to cum despite everything being done to him, and he managed to keep control for an impressive amount of time before letting go, which is when the domme held the other woman's head and forced her to swallow all of the man's cum.

Then they moved on to a scene like what Mistress Samira had described for her in the basement. A sawhorse that looked like it could have been grabbed off the side of the road had a woman bound to it, with her hands and legs just tied to the slats of wood. Her master, or at least the man giving her orders, stood in front of her with his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth, not moving. Behind her, a younger, thin man fucked her with powerful strokes.

"Lay into her you pathetic waste!" the man with his cock in the girl's mouth said, "The longer it takes you, the longer I get her ass."

Dakota couldn't understand what he meant, but Mistress Samira apparently saw her confusion and spoke quietly to her.

"Two possibilities here, I think. The man and woman may both be submissives, but also a couple. Or, the man is gay. Either way, he has a humiliation fetish, possibly a cuckold fetish as well. He's fucking the woman to make her throat move and stimulate the master's cock to orgasm. The longer it takes the master to climax, the longer the master gets with the woman later. That either means a longer period of time the man has to wait while the master uses his lover, possibly in front of him, or it means he has to wait for the master to finish using her before he'll turn his attention to the male sub."

"What...what about her?" Dakota asked.

"She's probably a switch, like your agent Eli. She gets off on being dominated, but also enjoys having power over the other man and humiliating him. If her mouth wasn't occupied, I bet she would be insulting the man's performance, the size of his member, many things," her mistress explained.

Dakota followed the jerk of the leash as she tried to figure out the headspace she would need to be in to be excited by insulting her lover or watching them be used by another person.

Across the way was a "traditional" version of the X-cross thing made with thick wooden beams. A woman in what looked like a dress Dakota might have worn for a court scene for Princess Jewel was being fastened to the cross, and Dakota wondered what would happen to the dress, but they only walked by on their way to another stage.

They stopped at a stage that had nothing on it; the platform was clear. They stood near the front of the gathering crowd. As Dakota looked around, she noticed part of the floor was fenced off with plastic barriers. It nagged at her until she remembered seeing the same barriers used sometimes when people brought toddlers to the sets. Except instead of children inside there were several subs, all of them holding their leashes. Dakota subtly nudged her Mistress and then nodded toward the playpen area.

"Some of the doms allow their subs to watch performances they aren't interested in. Those areas let people know the subs in them are claimed and awaiting their doms," Mistress Samira explained quietly.

"What...what if they leave the area Mistress Samira?" Dakota asked.

"Then it's assumed their dom abandoned them, and some other dom will take charge of them."

Dakota shuddered at that idea. She could only imagine what would happen if a random dom "claimed" her and got her to take off her mask.

She refocused when a Black couple got up on the stage. Dakota wasn't as shocked as she felt she should have been when she realized the woman was totally naked. She was trim and very athletic; her muscles were all clearly defined. Her breasts were smaller, but her dark nipples were thick and stuck out, as did the dark labia between her legs.

The man was partly dressed, though it seemed superfluous. He had on a tight athletic shirt that showed off his own muscles well enough that it might as well not have been on. He had on underwear, but there was a clear opening where his impressive member hung out. It was mostly erect and even from how far away she stood Dakota guessed it was bigger than any other cock she'd seen in person. He held something that looked like a long fluorescent lightbulb in his hand.

"That's called a violet wand," Mistress Samira murmured to her without her asking, "It's basically a lower power cattle prod."

Dakota's eyes widened as she considered the implications of that, then the man on stage barked out, "One."

Dakota was mesmerized as the woman smoothly got face down on the ground, then did a handstand into a full split. She finished looking away from the crowd, her tightly muscled ass pointing in the audience's direction.

The man stepped up and tapped the woman's stomach with the wand. Everyone watched her shudder and flex, but she held the position. When she didn't fall, the man stepped up and hooked his hands under her spread thighs.

"Oooooohhh thank you master," the woman moaned out as he slid his cock into her while she stayed in the split. He slowly pumped into her pussy five times, then pulled out and stepped back.

"Two," he called.

This time she made an arch out of her body. The audience got a view from the side. Her ass seemed to pop out as her body folded around it. The man again tapped her tummy with the wand and everyone saw the flinch and shaking. This time he slid into her pussy again and we could see the penetration and exposure of some of the bright pink interior of her vagina as he pumped ten strokes in her. Then after he pulled out, he walked around to her head and knelt.

Dakota's eyes widened again as she inhaled the entire length of his cock from that position. She swore she saw the woman's throat bulge as he got every inch of his cock inside her mouth and down her throat.

He pulled out and barked, "Three!" His voice sounded a little unsteady, though.

The woman faced away from the audience and planted her feet wide, then bent forward without bending her knees. Dakota wasn't amazed by that until the woman's head and shoulders came back through the "A" she'd made with her legs; the woman could basically look at her own asshole.

Her dom brought the wand down on her ass that time, which caused more of a shiver in her legs but didn't bring her out of the pose. This time there were fifteen strokes of his cock after she thanked him for penetrating her. Halfway through his thrusting, she let out a loud moan. When he finished his thrusts and pulled his cock out, liquid dripped from it onto her face. Dakota realized the woman had cum.

She was obviously panting and a little unsteady as her dom called out, "Four!" Dakota was surprised; it hadn't looked like that intense of an orgasm from the audience, and she couldn't believe that little amount of penetration would cause that big of a reaction.

But the effect on the woman was obvious. She stood on one leg and then the other leg curled up over her back. She reached behind her head and grabbed the foot, bending her body forward a little as she did.

This time when the wand came down on her ass, her leg buckled.

She crashed to the stage and immediately started begging. "I'm sorry master, let me try again please-"

"Spread!" he snapped.

She stood and simply adopted a spread-eagle pose. In a move that made Dakota flinch and want to curl into a ball, the man tapped the wand on the woman's vagina.

The woman shrieked and

did

curl into a ball, falling to her side and quivering. The dom let that go on for a few seconds and then said, "I haven't finished. Four!"

The woman got back into the pose she'd adopted before, but was visibly shaking. Dakota didn't think she'd be able to hold it if the man touched her with the wand again. That wasn't a problem, though.

Instead of testing her with the wand and then slowly penetrating her, the dom grabbed the thigh of her upturned leg, then shoved his cock violently into her pussy. It jerked the woman's foot off the ground, and then he was off. He jackhammered his cock into her fast and hard, his skin slapping against her loudly, the impacts lifting her foot off the ground each time. She was basically a ragdoll, her body and leg flailing, forced to simply accept his vicious fucking. If the man hadn't kept hold of her other leg, Dakota was sure the woman would have just collapsed on the stage.

Finally with a loud moan that was almost a roar, he slammed himself home inside her, clearly cumming. He pulled out of her and without setting her down, lifted her into his arms and cradled her. They barely heard a "thank you Master" from the woman as he carried her off stage.

Dakota realized after they walked off that the display had definitely turned her on. She felt her nipples rubbing against the silk of the shift, and the lace panties were damp. She had imagined herself adopting some of the poses from her exercises, and being plowed by that cock. She tried to imagine how different it felt for the woman contorted into all those positions.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice she'd been led to the playpen area until Mistress Samira told her to get in.

"I have to give a punishment presentation," she said, "I'll be back for you after."

She seemed to make a point of handing the end of the leash to her, and Dakota got the idea that she shouldn't drop it. Suddenly nervous, she avoided the four subs gathered near the front of the pen and went to the back.

"I'm Poppet."

The low voice startled Dakota so badly she almost screamed. When she looked over there was a heavyset girl with a round, smiling face and wild curly red hair next to her. The girl wore a green mesh dress that didn't hide anything.

"D-...Princess," Dakota replied, suddenly mortified at how close she'd come to messing up.

"Your mistress is Sam?" Poppet asked.

"Yeah," Dakota replied.

"Is...is she really as tough as they say?" Poppet asked.

Dakota wasn't sure how to answer that but said, "She's...she's the only mistress I've had."

"Oh wow," Poppet said, "I don't know if I could have handled

starting

with Sam. My master is kind of loose with rules and punishments and I still had a hard time getting used to it."

"Good people, we are in for a treat tonight," the dom her mistress had addressed as Phil said from the stage, "Unfortunately I have to admit a failing on my part; my subs misbehaved while acting as greeters at the front. Bunny! Brownie! Present! Now, in front of me!"

The two girls they'd met on their way in scurried up to the stage and then got on their knees in front of him, facing the audience. Unlike the "Presentation One" pose her mistress had taught her, Phil's subs were kneeling up, not resting back on their heels, though the hands were in the same place.

"Rather than punish them myself, I've decided to allow my fellow dom to take over. Though she probably needs no introduction for most of you, allow me to present Sam.

Mistress Samira walked onto the stage and Dakota saw almost everyone in the audience react. Some flinched, some seemed awestruck. One or two seemed unimpressed, but she thought she saw uncertainty in most of those faces. Most people's eyes, after taking in her mistress, seemed to focus on her hands.

Gripped in both hands she had a coil of black leather. It almost looked like a snake and it gleamed like it was wet or coated in high gloss polish. Dangling from the end of it was what looked like a small string, just swaying lightly as she moved.

She stepped out to the edge of the stage, in front of Bonnie and Brownie. Then her arm uncoiled.

The whip crack was like a gunshot. All the subs that had pushed themselves to the edge of the pen cowered back, and some of them fell. Even Poppet, with Dakota at the back, curled up in fear.

Dakota only realized after that she hadn't been afraid of it. Startled, yes. But...she hadn't worried she might be hit.

She did notice it got a lot of attention, but she supposed it would. Even more people wandered over to the stage, and at least a few of the other stages stopped what they were doing.

The whip settled to the floor, though her slightest arm movement made the end twitch like the rope was a live snake. She looked at the two subs.

"Stand," Mistress Samira said, evenly, her voice like ice.

She looked out at the crowd and then pointed. "You," she said to a woman holding a riding crop, "Hold the crop out."

The woman did. As soon as the crop was extended, Mistress Samira's arm moved, and then the whip curled violently through the air. The crack echoed around the room and the soft tip of the riding crop was gone.

"That is how accurate I am," Sam said. Then she looked directly at Dakota. "Princess, hold that pillow above your head."

Dakota looked down and saw a pillow near her, one of several in the pen. She took it in both hands and held it up like a fan with a sign.

Mistress Samira took a few steps across the stage and then swung her arm. The whip cracked and Dakota felt the pillow jerk. There was a gasp from the audience. Dakota almost brought the pillow down but she saw Mistress Samira's gaze fixed on her. She met it, and kept the pillow up.

"You can relax, Princess," Mistress Samira said.

Dakota brought her arms down and looked at the pillow in shock. A clean, straight line cut through the center, the foam inside partially shredded and bursting from the split.

"That is what the whip does at full strength," Mistress Samira said, "now tear the gusset of your bodysuits."

Dakota saw tears forming in Bunny's and Brownie's eyes. They looked at each other fearfully. The whip cracked above the subs' heads and they nearly dropped to the stage.

"Did I stutter?" Sam demanded, "Expose your cunts!"

Sam didn't actually shout, but it seemed like it with the intensity of her voice. The two subs on stage frantically tore at the lace at the bottom of their panties. Bunny's tight slit was framed in the black seams still running up from between her legs, while Brownie had smaller labia, so between the torn lace it just seemed like she had a bare patch of skin.

"You were whispering and gossiping about the attendees. Whoever confesses to starting this, the other submissive will be punished. That sub will receive one strike. It will hit your clit. You will be overloaded with pain and stimulation. It will be the most intense and excruciating orgasm you've ever had. It could also be your last. Now, confess."

Dakota felt her chest clench. Mistress Samira had given them a horrific choice. If the two girls hated each other they could try to confess first, but that would probably have had both of them shouting immediately. As it was, both subs were silent, except for the whimpers and sobs everyone could hear as the two stressed out girls tried to find some way to save their friend.

Mistress Samira's arm came up. Even as Phil shouted, "No!" the whip cracked. Both girls let out ear-splitting shrieks and then dove into each other's arms, collapsing to their knees on the stage.

Everyone focused on the girls, visually looking them over while they checked each other out with their eyes and hands. It took everyone about a minute to realize Mistress Samira's last whip strike had been at nothing, just very close to the girls.

The dom Phil rushed up to the stage and gathered the girls into his arms.

"They're going to need like, a week of aftercare from that," Poppet said, "How do you deal with that all the time?"

"It's-" Dakota started to say, then stopped and thought. She considered Poppet's attitude toward Mistress Samira, and the reactions of all the other dominant people there.

"She's my Mistress," was all Dakota said in the end.

"I just-eeeek!"

Dakota suddenly had two hands grabbing her breasts over the shift and hauling her up against a large, definitely masculine body.

"Hey, you're pretty and you got left all alone. You come with me and I'll tell you how to show me-"

Dakota heard the crack and suddenly her ear was ringing and the man that grabbed her was screaming profanities. She dropped to the floor, one of the hands smacking her face and knocking her mask off. Dakota landed and figured she wasn't hurt, then she immediately panicked about her mask. She put one of her hands over her face and tried to look through her fingers.

Poppet held it out to her, but was looking at her wide-eyed.

"You're-...Are you...?" she muttered.

"Mistress Samira!" Dakota called out, her voice panicky. She wanted to sound in control but the whole situation was about to turn into a disaster. She quickly got her mask back on.

"Princess, are you-" Mistress Samira said as she appeared next to them and took in Poppet's expression

"Who is your dom?" her mistress asked Poppet.

"Mas-Master Grogan M-M-Mistress," Poppet stammered.

Mistress Samira grabbed the leashes of both Princess and Poppet and pulled them out of the enclosure.

Dakota finally got a look at the aftermath of her attack. The large security guard from the door had the large man Hank held by one arm. Across Hank's face was a bloody slash that started at one cheek and came up across his nose and forehead. In another odd sight for Dakota, a woman was very efficiently and seriously examining and treating the wound while standing there in canary yellow lingerie. A man that was obviously her dom stood there holding her leash while glaring at Hank. Hank glared at Dakota, or possibly Mistress Samira, but it looked like the security guard had a good hold on him.

"I...I know her," Poppet muttered, "That's Sugar...she's a doctor-"

"Quiet," Mistress Samira snapped and Dakota thought Poppet might start crying.

Mistress Samira led them up to a square-faced man with short grey hair who was in a sweater and slacks. He looked slightly overweight but just gave the impression of being big. His expression darkened when he saw Mistress Samira leading Poppet.

He started saying, "Okay, you were impressive up there Sam but you can't just grab other-"

"We need to talk," Sam cut him off, "now, in private, with your sub."

Master Grogan considered Mistress Samira for a second and then nodded.

A few temporary "rooms" formed out of high-walled cubicle material had been set up near one end of the ballroom. From the sounds Dakota heard as they approached, it was clear these were for people who wanted to play with their subs and not do it on stage. They entered the room and an inflated air mattress with two pillows was the only other thing there.

Mistress Samira immediately said, "My slave's mask came off when she was attacked. Your sub saw her. That is a problem. I need your assurance that you won't even ask about what she saw, and that you can keep her from telling anyone else."