Tabitha Ch 09 1

Chapter 9

Tomorrow night was to be her third and final performance.

The first night had highlighted Tabitha surrendering herself to a new world opened up to her by Alison, and receiving deep joy and satisfaction at the hands of a confident woman. The second night was a spinning, whirling, breathtaking night of burgeoning love with Bradley.

The third night would be a homage to her weekend with Maria, when she submitted herself to new, scary and exciting experiences. She had loved being a submissive to a commanding, sexy dominatrix that she trusted fully. Ever since she saw that first scene between Alison and Maria, she was pretty sure she would be highly turned on if she were at the hands of Maria like Alison had been. Perhaps she wasn't as into pain as much as Alison was, the sting and vulnerability was a sensation that the fully enjoyed.

What was unexpected, though, was her reaction to being exposed to others.

She wouldn't have thought that exhibitionism would come naturally to her. Her personality was modest...she didn't particularly want to draw attention to herself, as evidenced by her simple dress and lack of interest in make up or jewelry. However, when she was ordered to masturbate in the restaurant and when Maria ordered her to strip in front of their driver, she was immediately aroused.

Every time she had thought about it since made her shamefully wet.

This final performance, then would satisfy Tabitha's newly created longings, and she was indeed very wet in the hours heading up to the start of the performance.

For this performance, Bradley would again obscure the view that the attendees could see.

Tonight would be a little more daring. Behind the store front curtain, Alison and Bradley had installed the same white screen, though this time, the scene was uncovered from the floor to about three feet high, then again from about six feet to the ceiling. As before, there was a bright light that effectively cast dark shadows on the screen of whatever was behind it.

At the appointed time, a slightly larger crowd had formed than in past nights. Bradley was glad that this was the last night, as he had become a little uneasy about the notion of the crowd getting so big that police would be called in to manage the crowd. Thankfully, that didn't come to pass.

A few minutes after 9:45, the curtain was slowly pulled back. It was dark inside the storefront, to the crowd was unable see much of anything. After a moment, a door in the background cracked open, allowing light to enter the viewable space.

Through the door came the what appeared to be young woman the viewers had seen before, this time dressed in sweatpants, a tee-shirt, lifting gloves and athletic shoes. She walked a few tentative, unsure steps before stopping short and turning towards the back of the room to the left of the door she had entered, as if in response to someone in command.

After a few seconds standing still, apparently listening to what she was being told, she walked back to the cracked door and closed it, leaving the scene again in darkness.

The scene was without lighting for the next few minutes. Just as the crowd's eyes were adjusting to the darkness, a warm light clicked on, presumably from a lamp.

What the viewers could see was that the young woman, still dressed in gym clothes, was facing away from the storefront and towards another woman who was seated facing the crowd, dressed in leather. All that the obscured scene showed was from just above Tabitha's knees, and up to Maria's lap. The two appeared to be conversing, or rather, the seated figure was speaking to the standing one.

Tabitha stood still, listening to Maria, with her hands, balled up in fists, at her sides. After a while, Tabitha's posture loosened, her hands relaxed, and she started undressing. First, her tee shirt dropped to the floor and Tabitha kicked it aside, followed by a sweat bra. She stood still again facing Maria and awaited more instructions.

Behind the screen, Maria was enjoying this fully, as was Tabitha. They were very much "in scene" and acting precisely as they would've without an audience.

Earlier that day, to lend authenticity to the performance, Maria had barged into Tabitha's bedroom in the early morning, threw on the lights and announced to Tabitha that she would be her submissive all day and through that night's show. Tabitha had not been told that this form of method acting would be required, and thought it was a joke. Maria, though, threw back her bedsheet, leaving Tabitha naked and exposed, and little unsure of what was happening having just been awoken from a nice sleep.

Maria grabbed one of Tabitha's wrists and pulled her up out of bed. Tabitha wasn't angry, but she resisted the notion of having to leave her comfortable bed. Maria, having fully assumed her role as dominant, swatted Tabitha on her butt and thighs and marched her into the shower.

Maria put on the water to lukewarm...not cold enough to be shocking, but not hot enough to be enjoyable, either. Tabitha, awake enough now to begin assuming her role, feigned objection and pouted while Maria roughly scrubbed Tabitha's nude, wet body with a brush and soap, quickly bringing a splotchy redness to her otherwise flawless skin.

No part was spared from the rough treatment, her thighs, stomach, back and breasts thoroughly attended to. Maria then turned her around paid particular attention to her perfect ass, lathering the area with soap and deeply cleaning her. Maria's middle finger slipped into her pretty backside and assured perfect cleanliness.

Tabitha, despite her protests, was enjoying the feeling of handing over all control to Maria and being the center of Maria's attention. After almost every inch of Tabitha's body was fully clean, Maria stepped back and admired her naked, beautiful Tabitha.

Maria shut off the water, leaving Tabitha wet and shivering a little, and said, "You and I both know that I missed a spot. You will now wash yourself there until you come, standing in front of me. The bathroom door is open, so that Bradley and Alison can hear you come. Do it now."

Tabitha pretended to be embarrassed, but now knowing herself and her new desire to be exhibited, was eager to comply with Maria's demand. No fantasizing was required. Tabitha looked Maria directly in the eyes and began to masturbate herself with soapy hands. Within moments, she felt her orgasm looming, at which point she slowed herself down and asked for permission to come.

"No."

Tabitha knew better than to plead, so she let out a groan and lowered her hands to her sides. Maria rinsed her off, wrapped Tabitha up in a towel and let her to the sink where she supervised Tabitha toothbrushing and drying her hair.

When finished, Maria allowed Tabitha to dress only in white panties and white gym socks. The rest of the day, Maria assigned tasks, supervised her activities, and applied punishments. Mostly the punishments were swats to Tabitha's backside to spur on better performance, but twice she was found sufficiently disappointing to require an over the knee spanking. After those spankings, Tabitha was required to masturbate to just short of coming wherever they happened to be, once in the kitchen where Bradley and Alison were making lunch.

Maria had instructed the two not to interact with Tabitha, but they both discreetly were turned on watching and listening to Tabitha pleasuring herself, and to her obvious disappointment in being denied her release. Short breaks were allowed for eating simple meals, but otherwise Tabitha's day was filled tasks punctuated by punishments and occasional tender moments of encouragement.

After dinner, Maria instructed Tabitha to get dressed for a workout. Maria had left free weights, resistance bands and medicine balls in an area just outside of the set that Bradley and Alison and constructed for the performance. Tabitha was told to exercise on her own for the next hour while final preparations were made to the stage.

At the end of the hour, of course, was the beginning of the show. Tabitha, having worked up a glow of perspiration, entered the dark room of the stage, and was genuinely unsure of what was about to happen. She knew that the performance would be a domination scene, but the specifics were purposefully withheld from her.

Having entered the dark room, she was left without a clue of what to do and stood motionless and allowed her eyes to adjust for about a minute, when she heard Maria's command to shut the door. She stood by the door, getting anxious, excited and aroused by what would come next.

Maria clicked on a lamp on a table next to where she was sitting, and instructed Tabitha to take a few steps towards the storefront window and to turn to face her. Tabitha complied, standing anxiously at attention with hands nervously balled into a fist...she awaited her next command.

"Strip slowly, start with your top and drop your clothes to the floor."

Tabitha relaxed her body and hands, becoming confident due to the trust she had in Maria. She was also very aroused and buzzing from the need to finally have her orgasm. She knew it wouldn't be long now, but also knew that there would be an intense session in front her before that moment came.

Tabitha peeled off her tee shirt, held it in her hand at her side before dropping it to the floor.

All the audience could see was Maria's leather boots and crossed legs, the back of Tabitha's still-covered legs up to mid-thigh, and her gloved hand dropping the tee shirt to the floor before kicking it away.

A sweat bra, slightly damp from perspiration, followed, making clear to the audience that this beautiful young woman was topless in front of the other. Tabitha, hands again at her side, awaited the next instruction.

Next, the audience saw Tabitha push down her sweatpants, revealing legs that glowed with light perspiration, and kicked those aside as well before resuming her position.

Each member of the audience filled in the visual blanks. A now almost nude girl with a sheen of sweat standing in front of whomever her instructor was, submissively awaiting instructions.

An almost equal amount of men and women were in the audience. Undoubtedly, there were dampening panties and growing erections hidden under clothes, really wishing they could give themselves some release. Though no one did, many silently questioned why not...they were all there to be aroused. But, as some were beginning to understand, being restrained from acting on this arousal would make their eventual private moments more powerful.

Finally, Maria said, "Now, the panties. Push them down to mid-thigh and leave them there."

Tabitha pushed her string bikini style white panties, down her legs and into the viewable area. The warm light from the table lamp showed the panties to be damp, both from the earlier workout, but doubtlessly also from arousal. Tabitha stood still for a moment, with the knowledge that her bare legs and panties were being seen by a crowd of strangers.

She began to pant with excitement. Maria saw her arousal and let her stand there, to let the arousal from exhibiting herself sink in.

Then, the light went out. Again, the crowd wondered if that was the show. If it was, the effect was made and no one would feel slighted. However, those that had seen the previous shows knew that it was likely not the end, and stayed to see the next act.

It came soon enough. A bright light from behind flashed on. The screen remained as it had, obscuring the few from mid-thigh level to above Tabitha's head.

The audience could now still see the panties pushed down, but now could also see a sharp silhouette of Tabitha's nude body. Still standing with back to the audience, the crowd could now clearly see the outline of Tabitha's hips, and also the cleft of her engorged pussy.

Tabitha had now been in this position for several minutes, and her already high level of arousal was increased by knowing how clearly she was exposed. The light shining onto the screen showed the shadow of a slow string of arousal falling from her pussy lips into the viewable panties below. At that instant, with the audiences eyes riveted on the panty's growing dampness, the lights again were doused.

When the light beamed back on, Tabitha had been moved from her previous position. She was now facing the audience. All they could see was the front of Tabitha's legs, still in her white gym socks, secured by ankle shackles that were bolted to the floor that fixed her legs shoulder length apart. Her white panties were now on the floor to the side.

Above the top of the screen, the viewers could see her lands, still within her weight lifting gloves. Below the screen, her feet clad in dampened white socks were visible. Her hands were shackled in metal cuffs and attached to a hook above her head. Her nude body was cast in sharp silhouette against the screen.

Her body strained against the shackles, her body twisting as if testing how fully she was restrained. Her movements revealed the shadowed curves of her flawless bottom, her erect nipples, her lean stomach, and the mane of faux hair. The visible skin on her legs still had the sheen of sweat.

As she struggled, Maria's figure appeared in shadow, though her hip length leather boots could be seen directly. Also seen in her gloved hand was a wide leather strap, the tool that Alison, Bradley and she chose for the performance.

Maria came from behind Tabitha and she pulled her in close to her leather encased body. With one hand she held the strap up to Tabitha's face, and harshly whispered into Tabitha's ear.

"This is your last punishment, but it will hurt, and I intend to leave marks. You already know what your reward is...do you assent?"

The audience, though not able to hear, did observe Tabitha's head lower and her shakily nod her agreement.

With her free hand, Maria ran her hands over Tabitha's body, down to her thighs, over the sides of her backside, up her flat stomach to her firm breasts. Here Maria lingered, rolling Tabitha's nipples roughly to as to generate discomfort, but also to make the nipples stand out even more.

She then moved in front of Tabitha, pulling her head in for an aggressive kiss. While kissing, Maria ran the leather strap over Tabitha's body, prepping her for a long and intense punishment. With a last kiss on the cheek, Maria broke contact, and began stalking around her submissive, slowly inspecting every angle before settling on a spot from which to administer the strap.

She wasted no time. The first crack of leather against exposed skin resounded from behind the screen and storefront window. There was no mistaking that this was not just a symbolic performance, with play acted effort and reactions. This and the following strokes from Maria were intense, and intended as a punishment.

They were in no doubt that the young woman would bear welts, at least, from the severeness of the blows.

Tabitha wasn't acting either. She bore the first blow with a wince, but instead of collapsing, she firmed her stance to ready herself for more. Her socks were soggy from sweat, but the shackles, of course, kept her from slipping. She was trying to be brave, to push herself to experience this fully, to see where her limits were.

After ten strokes, she allowed a little gasp for air, choking back the urge to cry, and settled in for more. She didn't know how many were coming...this had not been scripted and it was up to Maria to decide how far to go. But not knowing made it harder to bear. Knowing that the end of the tunnel was coming allowed one to measure out emotions and endurance. Not knowing forced one to experience this, and endure this, one stroke at a time.

After twenty strokes, tears formed and little sobs escaped. Her legs betrayed her by buckling, just for a moment.

After twenty-five, Maria paused, leaned in to whisper, "You've done well and I'm pleased at your bravery. Your punishment won't be complete, though, until I have you crying hard. Keeping pushing yourself to stand firm."

Tabitha did so, and reshuffled her feet to get better planted. Her wettened socks partially slid off her feet, exposing her heels, though she felt firmly in place to receive more. While she was readjusting herself, Maria had dropped the strap to the floor and had retrieved another implement, a rattan cane.

This was also off-script. Maria felt that Tabitha was bearing up so well that she could take more intensity.

Tabitha was unaware of this switch until she felt Maria, running the hard cane over her body, tracing the tip around her breasts, down her exposed thighs, up her heaving rib cage.

Tabitha knew what was coming. She had seen Alison take the cane and remembered the angry welts they left behind. More sobs escape, but she shook them off and girded herself for more punishment.

Before Maria resumed, she dragged the cane between Tabitha's spread legs and through the soppy wet folds of Tabitha's pussy. Tabitha froze and allowed this to happened, concerned that any grinding on her part, desperate as she was for relief, would lead to a longer session.

The shadow showed Maria drawing the cane from between her legs and up to her face for inspection before lowering into the field of view. The viewers could imagine that the cane was coated in Tabitha's wetness. Some of the audience visibly squirmed and a moan or two escaped their mouths.

Then the caning began.

As intense as the strap was, the same force applied with a cane hit a much smaller surface area, and the sting was commensurately more painful. Tabitha, for the first, time howled in discomfort, enough so that it could be heard muffled through the glass.

Within five strokes, Tabitha had abandoned her fight to remain stoic through the punishment. Maria had found Tabitha's limit, as least for tonight, and Tabitha was actively crying, her breast heaving, her knees buckled, with tears falling on the viewable floor. Three more strokes and that was it.

The punishment was over.

Maria let the cane drop, clattering against the floor. She gently unshackled her feet, and turned Tabitha to face her. Maria ran her gloved hands all over Tabitha's taxed body, bringing warmth, comfort and relief. Kisses of Maria on Tabitha's cheeks, neck, forehead and lips renewed the close bound that the two shared. While her hands were still restrained, Tabitha reciprocated the affection the best way she could, by wrapping a leg around Maria and returning the kisses feverishly.

One sock fell from her foot.

As Tabitha's sobs from the punishment turned to tears of joyful reconnection, Maria released her fully and the two embraced passionately. The viewers could be confident that this was more than consensual, that it was a loving shared experience. Maybe that wasn't logical to some in the audience, but most had at least an inkling of how this experience was a shared bond of trust and vulnerability. Beautiful in its own way.

As the curtain closed, the lights from behind the screen gradually dimmed, casting one last glint of light off of Tabitha's toe ring.

The four lovers celebrated both the triumph of that night, of this series of nights, as well as the entirety of the series that started with Alison in the Armoire. While not committing to any path, the four felt that this exploration into performance art and the beauty of intimacy in many of its forms was complete. There would be no need to continue.

Interestingly, in the days after the show, life got back to normal, or as normal as life can be with this foursome of deeply passionate people. The storefront stage was dismantled, the studio was returned to its previous state, and business matters were attended to.

Tabitha, too, had to start adjusting her mind to her new job, which would start shortly!

One day, Bradley was checking the security videos from the last week before deleting when he made a discovery. After the last performance, a couple from the audience had snuck into the back alleyway, completely undressed and had a passionate bout of sex. Bradley smiled and would certainly tell the other three about it. He did, though, promptly delete the recording. Just as he wanted their audiences to only relive what they saw in their own unique memories, he wanted to honor this couple in the same way.