Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older.
The Stage
Load creaking noises were heard along the narrow staircase as a voluptuous woman carefully made her way up the wooden steps. Though the cool florescent light only cast a dim glow upon the surroundings, the bright blond hair that fell down to the shoulders of the woman shone like a gleaming golden throw. The blonde woman's legs wobbled a little unsteadily as she worked to keep her balance in the black stiletto heels she wore while carefully ascending each tall, rickety step. Besides the black patent leather pumps, she wore a tight corset made of a silky black brocade that accentuated her lovely feminine curves. Beneath the corset was a pair of silky crotch-less panties adorned with lace. Around her throat was a thick black leather collar fastened with a lock at the back of her neck. A long metal chain was connected to a ring directly under her chin.
The chain was, of course, connected to a handle that was held by a man following behind her. She knew the broad-shouldered swarthy man in a dark pin-striped suit; he was her Master and Owner. He was the one who knew how to take her to the places in her sexual psyche she didn't know existed. He was the man who taught her how to release her sexual inhibitions, and press down on the accelerator of her erotic desire. When she was in the safety of his control, the ship of her sexual passion was cut loose from its moorings and sailed vigorously forth into the sea of intense orgasmic bliss.
The woman took a deep breath to calm her nerves as she thought about what might be in store for her soon. Her body was tense with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. She wondered what surprise he had in store for her, what kink or fantasy of hers he would indulge her in. The air was cold, stale and musty; they had begun their climb up the wooden stairs from a dark basement that was at the bottom of a large un-marked building in the middle of an industrial district. There, her Master had instructed her to remove her street clothes and put on the clothing she now wore. He had told her earlier that evening that he was taking her to a private BDSM club, but nothing more than that. She finally reached the last step and stood on a small landing before a dark wooden door with a large metal doorknob.
Her Master stepped around her to grab the doorknob and turned it, opening the door with a push. A blast of warm air swept across her body as she lifted her gaze past the open doorway. She saw what appeared to be a large but dimly-lit auditorium. Dominating the center of the room was a large stage. Surrounding the stage she saw many chairs, most of which were occupied by strange men. As she was guided forward through the doorway, she noted that there were also a few women among the seated people that surrounded the stage.
The woman was lead up a short set of stairs onto the stage by her Master where she observed with a slight gasp a large wooden contraption that resembled a medieval pillory. There was a short padded stool placed before a large wooden board with two small holes surrounding a larger hole in the middle. The woman swallowed nervously as she observed the contraption.
"Come, mi dulce pocita," her Master urged as he pushed her forward to the contraption.
The woman, who went by the name Candy while she was engaged in play with her Dominant, took several steps forward and reached the wooden pillory. Her Master un-latched the metal chain attached to the ring on her collar, then lightly ran his fingertips along the edge of her jawline. Dropping the leash to the floor with a loud metal clatter, he pressed in close behind her and turned her to face the seated audience. She lifted her gaze and saw people, mostly men, staring back at her.
For a brief moment, Candy felt self-conscious of her scantily clad body being in full view of so many eyes. For a long time she had been ashamed of her curvy body; her plump round ass, thick thighs, soft round belly and small roll under her chin. She had struggled for years with self-criticism of her body, which bled into criticism of herself in many other facets of her life; every mishap or mistake meant she let people down, that she was a failure, that she was not good enough. Yet today, with the help of her Master, she rarely felt so. He had helped her to let go of the bull-shit society told her about her body. He helped her find trust in the idea that she was a beautiful woman, every chubby and curvy part, that she was a sexy woman who deserved self-love and self-confidence. She was a sensual and erotic woman, and believed it. She was a woman who loved sex, and no longer felt shame for it. And so, a small smile crept upon her lips as she looked upon the many people who stared back at her.
Candy's Master stepped behind her and whispered into her ear, while slowly trailing a finger along the soft curve of her jaw. She nodded as she lowered her gaze, turned around and bent over, placing her hands upon her knees, arching her back, and shoving her big round ass out towards the seated audience. She felt his hand upon her pale skin as it caressed one of her chubby cheeks, gliding along her skin and the silky lace of her panties. She knew that with the split in the crotch, her smoothly-shaven cunt-lips were slightly parted and exposed to everyone's view.
"What a wanton slut, exposing herself like this. Giving you all a fine view of luscious ass-meat," she heard him intone as he lightly smacked one of her pale globes. She closed her green eyes and bit her lower lip as she heard his voice and braced herself for what she knew was coming.
A loud meaty smack resounded throughout the dark hall as Candy's Dominant brought down his heavy leather crop against her left curvy ass-cheek with a sharp swing. Candy let out a stifling whimper as she felt the sharp pain strike across the sensitive nerves of her plump ass. Her whimper turned into a moan as she felt the electric stimulation along her nerves travel down between her legs and reach her pussy. She felt the familiar arousal build within her whenever she was struck so. As another few lashes sounded out across her ample bottom, she let out a series of mewling groans.
After a moment, Candy's Master's lashes ceased and she stood there with her round ass-cheeks thrust out, proudly presenting the angry pink and red marks that marred her smooth pale flesh to the audience. A trickle of her girl juices leaked from within her pink folds, forming a dewy sheen on her intimate flesh. She let out another deep moan as she felt his hands upon her tingling ass-cheeks, moving slowly to part her creamy globes open further. She knew the audience could clearly see her freshly waxed mound, and hairless rosy pucker. The blonde's Master moved a finger along her slit, the pad of his finger gathering a bit of gooey liquid as it slid between her lips. He smeared her pussy juice around her puckered outer sphincter for a moment, before pushing his digit all the way into her ass. She gasped, her knees trembling, as she felt the sharp burn from the anal invasion of his long thick finger.
Soft squelching noises murmured out through the quiet room as Candy's Master finger-fucked her quivering anus. She tried to relax her anal muscles so that her sphincter ring would loosen its grip around her Dominant's thick finger. She closed her eyes and felt her cheeks flush as she stood there in front of who-knew-how-many eyes with her naked ass sticking out, having her dirty hole played with. The exhibitionist streak within her made her cunt tingle as she imagined what her audience thought. After a few long, delicious moments he popped his finger free from her dark butt-hole. She gasped softly as her anal-ring involuntarily and rhythmically contracted and expanded.
