The house lights dimed in Symphony Hall. The audience quieted. The maestro mounted the podium. The second part of the evening's concert was devoted to Gustav Holtz's The Planets.
Once again, Alexander, Miriam, Jocelyn, and Robert were seated four abreast in their private box.
In the washroom during intermission Jocelyn had unclipped the alligator clamps that she'd been wearing for nearly two hours. The pain as blood rushed back into her nipples was excruciating. It brought tears to eyes along with an unexpected thrill in her pussy. Were her two erogenous zones connected? Was she a Sadio-masochist, enjoying both sexual pain and pleasure?
Because of the clamps, her nipples were incredible sensitive and tender. The chaffing of her silk blouse was making them sorer. If only she could take off her top. Was she also an exhibitionist willing to expose her boobs in Symphony Hall?
Jocelyn hadn't removed the vibrator in her panties. By leaving it intact and not exiting the Hall she tacitly acknowledged Miriam as the mastermind and she as the willing sexual subject.
On reflection, she acknowledged her sexual contradictions. The erotic thrill of yielding to subjugation and the rush of domination. Enjoying pain almost as much as she relished pleasure. Poised on the edge of her chair, she was nervous and excited, fearful and eager. What carnal adventures did Miriam have in mind for her?
"Robert needs to be relived," Miriam whispered in Jocelyn ear.
"Do you want me to say, 'Yes Mistress'?"
"No. I want you to give him a blowjob."
The music began with the miliary drum beat of Mars, the bringer of war. It activated the vibrator in Jocelyn's panties. She didn't know the musical score, but she was sure that if it continued at this tempo she'd climax again. Better to have a cock in her mouth to muffle the sound of her coming.
She positioned herself on her knees in front of Robert. To her left, in the adjacent box, sat the raven-haired beauty watching the orchestra. If she glanced Jocelyn's way, she'd see what Jocelyn was doing to Robert. That added to the sensual thrill.
Because of the sensitivity of her nipples, she undid the remaining buttons of her blouse. She had no qualms about freeing her breasts from the chaffing, given that her back was to everyone in the Hall.
In keeping with the aggressive tone of the military music she forced Robert's legs apart and yanked down his trousers and underpants. His cock was at attention.
She knew what he liked. She began by licking the underside of his balls. That tightened his scrotum and enlarged his testicles. She loved the sound of his sudden intake of breath as she took his balls into her mouth and began to suck them.
After a few minutes of scrotum stimulus, she released his balls and started to lick his shaft beginning at the base and ending at its uncircumcised head. She did this repeatedly, licking one side and then the another. Precum emerged, the sign that she should take his whole member into her mouth.
The music slowed to the relaxing tones of Venus, the bringer of peace. She slowed down too, gently taking all twenty centimetres of his cock into her mouth and throat. Early on she'd learnt how to avoid the gag reflex.
With her nose in his pubic hair and his throbbing cock deep in her throat she gazed upwards. She recognized that glow of contentment that spread across his face.
She peeked to the left. The black-haired woman was watching Jocelyn's performance, not the orchestra's. Her beautiful Asian-structured face smiled in approval. No one else in that box could see Jocelyn.
Her glance moved to the right. Miriam was eying her carefully. Assessing her?
In the past, fellatios were private affairs. Just her and the man. Now she had an audience. This was even more erotic being in Symphony Hall with spectators. She'd give it her all.
The music was beautifully eerie, relaxing tunes played on harps and flutes. The stimulation of the vibrator slowed and soothed. It was impossible to coordinate the music with oral sex, so she let the vibrator do its thing while she focused on Robert's dick.
She applied soft pressure with her tongue against his cock as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. After a full minute of deep throating him she changed her technique. Using the tip of her tongue she lightly licked the top of his penis in a slow circular manner while her right hand squeezed the lower shaft of his dick.
He was ready to come.
She'd didn't like the taste of jism but there was nowhere to spit out his junk, so she swallowed it all. Afterwards she cleaned his shaft with her tongue and then sat back on her haunches. He nodded in satisfaction as her pulled up his underwear and refastened his trousers.
She smiled in return.
The woman in the adjacent box nodded her approval and dropped a piece of paper onto the floor beside Jocelyn. It had been torn from the program and contained her cell number with a message 'Text me'.
Jocelyn retrieved the piece of paper and was about to rebutton her blouse and resume her seat when Miriam put up the palm of her right hand like a stop sign. With her left index finger, she pointed to her husband.
Miriam and Jocelyn locked eyes.
Miriam was indicating that Jocelyn should do Alexander. Was she willing to give head to a man she'd just met? Another public blowjob in Symphony Hall for anyone in the adjacent box to see?
To do so, she'd have to crawl across the hardwood parquet floor on her hands and knees.
How demeaning.
After three seconds, Jocelyn blinked. Another tacit acknowledgement that Miriam was the omega and she the submissive.
The orchestra played the third movement, Mercury, the winged messenger. Lively, quick, and powerful.
She adjusted her skirt so that the slit was in the front. That way she wouldn't stumble on the material. With bare boobs hanging down towards the floor she inched forward on all fours. When she arrived at her own chair, she tossed the piece of paper she'd just received onto her clutch.
She continued to crawl pass Mariam to Alexander's chair. How humiliating.
She unzipped Alexander's trousers and lowered his underwear. His circumcised penis was about the same length and thickness of Robert's. But he was much hairier.
She glanced to her right. In the adjacent box the seventy-year-old, gray-haired man slept with his chin resting on his upper chest. His large body blocked the others in the box from seeing Jocelyn.
No need to be silent, she thought. If that old man could snooze through a symphony, he could probably sleep through her sexual sighs of pleasure when the orchestra's music would drive the vibrator on her clit wild.
She began by licking Alexander's balls which didn't seem to stimulate him as much as it did Robert, so she placed her right hand around his shaft. Then she simultaneously moved her mouth up and down his dick while she twisted her wrist back and forth as her hand moved up and down as well. Her left hand gently massaged his hairy testicles and then his smooth perineum.
To her surprise Alexander grabbed the back of her head and held her face tight against his pelvis. She didn't like the constraint and had to position her hands on his thighs for balance.
With great energy he forcefully thrust his cock down her throat as though he wanted it to reach her stomach. This was no longer a BJ. Instead, he was viciously face fucking her. She felt subjugated and exploited.
