(Author's note: This chapter may be enjoyed on its own, however I suggest reading the previous chapters to get the fullest meaning of the story.)
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Suzie and I were in front row seats with our good friends Bob and Julie, waiting for the entertainment to start at The Mill Club's 2
nd
Annual Gala. The raised stage, which had been built for this event, was right in front of us. Everyone in the large room was excited with anticipation of what was about to begin.
"Oh, by the way, Suzie," I said. "While I was in the men's room I ran into Len. He said that they want to have you and me over to their apartment in Knoxville for dinner soon. I told him that we'd like that and maybe we could get together tonight and set a date."
"Great. They seem like a nice couple," she said. "I have a hard time imagining her dominating Len, though. Leila was all excited about tonight. Said maybe she'd learn some new things to do to Len."
"Unbelievable," I said.
The hall was slowly filling up as the guests all emerged from the restrooms, having been warned that they would soon be closed for the evening. Suzie and I looked around the room, scoping out the people there. Some we recognized from the Munch dinner we had attended. That was where we had met Len and Leila, who were there along with many other BDSM lifestylers. Prominent in the room, in the center, was a special stage that was obviously where the entertainment was to take place. The waiters that had served us our dinner had carried the folding chairs from the dining area into this room and set them up in rows surrounding the stage.
The stage was about ten feet square, raised about two feet above the floor. There was a roof above it, made of two 4' x 8' sheets of 1" plywood, supported by two, 2' x 8' beams attached to 4" x 4' posts. Two sets of steps led up to the floor of the stage on opposite sides. On a third side a narrow staircase led to the roof which had a handrail surrounding it, leading one to believe that a person or persons would be up on the roof.
The roof had a small hole cut in near the center. Several eye bolts had been screwed into both the floor of the stage and the underside of the roof. Spotlights were mounted under the roof at each corner. A card table and chair were placed by each of the three sets of stairs.
All hundred or so people were now in the room, either seated or still mingling with others, awaiting the start of the action. Two men and a woman entered the room and walked toward the stage. One of the men sat at the table by the stairs that led to the roof. The woman sat at the table on the right side of the stage (looking at it from the front). The other man walked up onto the stage as the lights in the room dimmed. He held a cordless microphone.
"Good evening, folks. Welcome to the entertainment part of the Mill Club's second annual Gala. I'm Ron, and along with Nancy and Ted, seated at the tables here, we are the committee that was appointed by the Club's board of directors to oversee tonight's entertainment. We selected tonight's submissives from among several that applied. Three males and three females. You saw them during dinner. Tonight, two of each gender will be used in the entertainment. Nobody—including the committee members—knows who they are. The dungeon master, Lloyd, will select them randomly just before they're brought up to the stage. The six volunteer subs are the only people here tonight who did not buy the five hundred dollar tickets. They got a free meal (slight laughter amongst the audience).
"I'd also like to give credit to our stage builders—all members of the Club—who, as they have before, volunteered their time and expertise in constructing this to our specifications. Marian, our architect; Hal, our carpenter; and Jerry, our electrician. If things don't go right up there you know who to blame (more laughter).
"Finally, before Lloyd brings in our first sub, let me tell you that each one will be wearing a hood with only openings at the nose for air. This will protect their identities, although some of you may recognize the bodies...or body parts (snickering in audience). If you do we ask that you keep the identities to yourself. A second reason for the hoods is to create sensory deprivation for the subs. Each will also be blindfolded under the hood and will have sound-reducing ear plugs in his ears. In addition they will be wearing wireless, sound-cancelling earphones. Prior to starting each session a white noise soundtrack will begin to play so they will be unable to hear any sound that we make here in this room.
"Now, Lloyd, let's see Sub #1."
A drum roll started next to a door on the side of the room. The door opened and Lloyd appeared, holding a chain attached to the wrists of Sub #1. As Lloyd led the sub into the dimly lit room the audience could just make out that it was a woman. She appeared to be naked. The drum roll continued as they approached the stage. She hesitated, taking small steps, especially when they reached the stairs leading onto the stage. After all, she couldn't see anything. Lloyd talked softly to her as she climbed onto the stage and he led her to the center.
He motioned to Ted who brought a small box and a step stool to him. Lloyd took some chains and clasps from the box. The sub was wearing wrist and ankle cuffs. He first attached the ankle cuffs to eye bolts in the floor, about 24" apart. Next he stood on the stool and attached her wrist cuffs, with chains, to eye bolts in the ceiling, also 24" apart. He shortened the chains so that she was stretched tight, but could still keep her feet flat on the floor.
Lloyd left the stage. The drum roll had been continuing very softly all this time. Suddenly the drum roll increased and then just as suddenly, stopped, as the bright spotlights came on, all aimed at Sub #1. The audience went crazy, clapping and cheering to show their appreciation. The sub could hear this but it would be the last thing she'd hear for a while as Ron said, "OK, Nancy, turn on the white noise."
The audience gradually quieted down, but continued to stare at Sub #1, admiring her body. Her skin was alabaster white, showing signs of having been in the sun wearing a bikini only briefly. Small breasts with pink nipples, a tiny waist, and a hairless, probably recently waxed, pubic area made her body both sensual and innocent looking. I thought,
Surely this lovely sprite of a woman won't be the willing subject of torture
.
Surely, nobody here could bring himself to harm her in any way. And yet, there she is, at the mercy of everyone here. By her own free will. And here I am, waiting to see what will be forced upon her. And I'm looking forward to it!
While everyone was looking her over, Lloyd and Ted lifted a heavy marble patio umbrella stand on the stage and dragged it next to Sub #1. They then carefully guided it into position between her legs. Extending up from the vertical tube where the umbrella would normally go was a pole with a dildo attached at the top. The dildo reached to just below the sub's vulva. Also attached to the pole, but lower, was a "magic wand" vibrator. Lloyd and Ted left the stage, leaving Sub #1 alone on the stage, in the spotlight.
"All right, folks," Ron's voice came loud and clear throughout the large hall where Sub #1 was on display. "Now it's time to make some more money for our charity fund. We already have over $40,000, after expenses, from ticket sales. Now let's see how much your generosity and your desire to participate will earn. First we need someone to adjust the equipment on the stage so it's in the right place. Who wants to be that someone, for, say, $50?"
"I'll do it," came a voice from behind the stage.
"Alright, that's a start. Do I hear $60?"
"$60," from behind Ron's table.
"$70," from behind me.
Ron spoke up. "That's it, folks. Seems that we have lots of volunteers for this chore. Be aware, though, it won't be easy. First the dildo will need to be well lubed. Nancy here has the tube of special lubricant."
Perhaps sensing where this was going to lead, the first bidder yelled out, "$100."
"$110."
"$120."
