Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule.
All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates volunteered for assignments at exclusive TWA Health Clinics and Resorts. Total Woman Requests offered the graduates additional volunteer assignments in unusual places and settings. All assignments offered abundant opportunities for graduates to refine their unique talents.
This Pledge Contributor had an associate with a fascination for exhibitionism. He told the PC about his ultimate dream to be the Master of Ceremonies for a stage display of domination sexual activities.
Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway.....
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Donald sat in the front row, close against the stage. This modern theatre wasted little space on an orchestra pit, equipped instead with a state of the art sound system. Donald would almost be in the midst of the action when the show started. A small crowd, maybe a dozen men, made up the remaining audience with plenty of room between the distributed seating for their cocktail waitresses to maneuver amongst the patrons.
Donald sipped his vodka 'whatever' and settled into his couch seat as the lights dimmed. His scantily clad waitress slipped onto the cushion next to him. Each guest had selected their exclusive cocktail waitress from a receiving line upon entering the theater. Her name tag said 'Dorothy'. She would attend to his needs throughout the show.
A buxom high-coiffed knockout blonde strode to center stage. Her glittery strapless dress was floor length but slit to the waist. Her hosed and heeled legs flashed as she walked.
"Good evening, gentlemen. We will be presenting several performances tonight for your amusement. After the warm-up scenes, our door prize raffle winner will be selected and he will assist with the finale. Your cocktail hostesses will see to your wishes during the show. We hope you will enjoy your evening with us. Without further delay, let's get started."
She strode off stage. The acts began with a series of uniformed strippers: airline hostess, policewoman, dive-bar waitress, private nurse, slutty secretary, French housemaid. Each took turns teasing and dancing as they dropped their clothes in detail on stage. Each had a varied shtick to her routine. It was all cliché but mildly effective.
Donald became semi-hard and his waitress, Dorothy, rubbed his crotch ever so softly and slowly to help him along.
The stage went dark and the curtain rose. A spot light played upon a formally dressed young woman. She stood between a table full of implements and a wood beam box frame. The buxom blonde re-entered stage right and slowly circled the statuesque debutante, trailing a hand across her hip and belly, all the while examining her deportment closely.
The model was brunette, her hair pooled into a high bun with sparkled hair clasps holding it in place. Her stage makeup accented the smoky eye shadow and puffy cherry lips. She was displaying generous cleavage pushed up by her tight bodice. The fashionable cocktail dress draped her hourglass figure like a glittery blue membrane. The hem stopped well above her knees. Taupe hose sheathed her toned legs and terminated in black stiletto heels. She was every college boy's prom goddess fantasy.
The blonde moved behind the brunette and fiddled with the zipper tab. She pulled it down below the brunette's waist. The shoulder straps loosened and the blonde skimmed the garment off her quarry's chest and arms whence it fell in a puddle around her heels. The brunette trod her heels as the blonde removed the disrobed gown from beneath her. The brunette retained a black bustier and panty set, the hose held up by the bustier garter straps.
The blonde retrieved two black circles from the table. Lifting each wrist in turn, she banded them with locking leather cuffs. The cuffs had embedded chrome rings. The blonde drew the brunette's hands behind her and linked the cuffs. The brunette stoically acquiesced to the binding and handling.
Donald fidgeted in his seat, trying to adjust his thickening cock inside his trousers. Dorothy placed one hand on his shoulder and used the other to unclasp his belt and open his fly, providing Donald more room to grow.
The blonde took up a large pair of scissors. She snipped the bustier's garter straps. Putting one edge under the thigh band of the hose, she sliced the nylon tube down to the brunette's ankle and trimmed around to cut it off. The other leg similarly lost its matching nylon.
Replacing the scissors, the blonde took up a shiny knife. She circled the model and stood beside her, giving the audience an unobstructed view. She inserted the blade under the bustier's front laces and plucked each cross stitch as she descended the corded ladder. The constraining black vestment blossomed open as she went. When the last stitch was cut, the panels parted and hung open suspended on the brunette's breasts. The blonde used the knife to flick the panels aside and the bustier fell to the floor.
The brunette's tits were simply glorious. Large pointed puffy areolae topped her nose cone boobs. The nipples were dark, probably from makeup.
The knife cut the panty side straps and the brunette now stood with hands cuffed behind her wearing only heels and hair pins. She had not helped or hindered her uncovering, tranquilly accepting the manipulations.
The blonde pulled out the jeweled hair clasps one by one and the brown tendrils individually cascaded to past the debutante's shoulders. The blonde finger- combed the tresses to a rumpled uncouth tumble. The brunette was suitably prepared and primed for the next part of the scene.
Taking her elbow, the blonde guided the brunette back and forth across the front of the stage, allowing the audience to observe the bounce and sway of her boobs as she strutted in her heels. The blonde marched her to stand in front of the beam frame box. She unlinked the cuffs.
Taking one wrist, the blonde fastened it to an upper corner chain. She helped the brunette to alight the base beam and slapped her inner thighs as a sign to widen her stance. She fastened the other wrist to the other corner chain. Bending, she fastened the strapped heels to the opposing base corners. The brunette was loosely suspended in an X posture.
The blonde picked up two last items from the table: one a stiff opened circle, the other a limp cloth. She paused, pondering which to place on the brunette first. She chose the stiff circle: a black leather collar with chrome rings. Placing it around the bound brunette's neck, she pulled it snug and clicked it closed. A leash-like silver chain dangled between the brunette's breasts, which were now displayed separated and elevated by her raised arms. With a final flourish, the blonde flipped the blindfold across the brunette's face and tied it behind her head, trapping her hair under the velvet band.
During this scene, a proud classic glamour queen had been transmuted, piece by piece, into a naked vulnerable bondage slave.
The blonde returned to the front of the stage as the spotlight faded on the framed, bound model and the curtain closed.
"We'll continue with more of that later in the show. Now, let's enjoy some more lively entertainment."
A naked female musician performed a few rock numbers and her voice and guitar skills were pretty good. The electric stringboard hung by its strap from her shoulder below her perky breasts which shook in time with the beat as she capered about the stage.
A female standup comedian told familiar risqué jokes. And when she got a laugh from the audience, she doffed an article of clothing. The jokes may have been ordinary but her body was extraordinary.
