Dinner And A Show 6

Jerry has decided to give his wife, Janet, the special gift she had requested for their fifth anniversary. First a marvelous dinner at their favorite restaurant, and then a very special show that she will remember for a long, long, time.

This story is primarily about exhibitionism, but there is an overtone of bondage and some more than consensual spanking action.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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Janet McCarthy is a "shy exhibitionist" and a "closet bondage freak"- at least that is how she describes herself on several bondage sites under her user name of Off_Broadway_Barbie. Many of the people who look up her profile laugh, but the descriptions are really very accurate. She truly is a shy exhibitionist. None of her on-line photos ever show her face no matter what else they show, and none are taken anywhere that could be identified with her.

Being shy does not mean she is not an exhibitionist. Janet is truly an exhibitionist- she is just very shy about it. For example, on their many camping weekends, it is not unusual for her husband Jerry to spend the day fishing while she goes out deep into the woods to "flash the critters" as she calls it. She will walk to a very secluded area and then spend the day walking naked through the woods carrying her clothing- or sometimes hiding it behind a tree, walking away and, after going some distance, having to make her way back before being discovered.

Janet's favorite outdoor treat is to find an overlook that is visible from a far distant highway and stand there totally unclothed- and totally dripping- as she imagines all the truckers and tourists looking at her naked body. Actually, from the distances involved, only someone with better than an eagle's eyes or a good set of binoculars would be able to see more than just a slight pink blur among the trees. But since she is doing it for herself and her enjoyment, not for them, it doesn't matter. Whether they can actually see her or not, she still receives the thrill of exhibiting her body to strangers.

Janet is also truly a closet bondage freak. She loves being restrained and forced to do things that her strict Baptist upbringing wouldn't allow her to do- like enjoy sex and even have an orgasm.

Her husband Gerald got a peek into her closet their senior year of college. After many false starts where she put him off or made excuses, they were well on their way to their first-time sex. They were at his apartment with his roommates all gone for the weekend. He had her down to her bra and panties and was just starting to unhook her bra when Janet suddenly pulled away from him and said, "No, I can't do this. I can't do this." She stood up, faced him and said in a trembling voice, "I want to. I really do... but I can't."

Jerry's immediate reaction was anger. "You're a damn tease! I never want to see you again!"

"No," she sobbed as she burst into tears. "I want to... I really do... I... I... I... just can't." She sniffed and said softly, "... unless you make me."

"What!?" he replied. "Are you telling me that you want me to rape you?"

"No," she said nervously. "Just tie me up or something so I can't resist you." She then gave him a look that was somewhere between a nervous smile and absolute desperation.

"You're serious?" he said. "You really want me to tie you up and fuck you, don't you?"

Janet hung her head in shame as she nodded yes. Jerry still wasn't sure, but when he saw a widening wet spot on her panties that threatened to start dripping on the floor, he said, "Just a minute."

He came back a moment later carrying a small duffle bag. "This is my goodie bag," he said. "I thought I was going to have to throw it all away and give up on one of my favorite pastimes because I had fallen in love with a preacher's daughter." He lifted a length of soft rope out of the bag, smiled, and said, "But sometimes life gives you the lemonade already mixed and sugared."

Jerry looped the rope around Janet's neck and led her to his bedroom. Once there, he secured her spread-eagle on the bed and cut away her panties. Her bra unclasped from the front, so it remained tangled over her arms as he slowly nibbled and teased his way around her body. When she was moaning loudly and thrusting herself upward almost off the bed, he finally entered her. He wished for a moment that he had also gagged her because her screams of passion were loud enough to disturb even his hard-of-hearing, elderly neighbors.

Jerry did gag her before driving her to her second, violent and noisy orgasm. When she had finally calmed down from that, he removed the gag and she said softly, "You can untie me now, but lie here with me and hold me... please?"

Janet ended up spending the night. In the morning they talked and she explained that she couldn't even masturbate unless she tied herself up first. "I've got a remote control vibrator," she explained, "... that has a timer. I set it to start after half an hour, insert it and then tie myself up. That way, I don't really have any control over what it does to me."

Her voice got a little shaky and her face turned slightly red when she said, "And before I can do something especially naughty, like put the vibrator in back rather than in front, I have to punish myself first with a little self-spanking."

She then went on to say that she also punished herself for forgetting to wear underwear when she had classes on the fifth floor and knew that people would be able to see up her skirt on the steps. Or when she would accidently forget that the drapes were open in her dorm room and drop the towel as soon as she came back from the shower.

Janet and Jerry married two months later immediately following graduation. Because of the hurry, Janet's mother and father assumed she was pregnant. They were pleasantly surprised when nine months later there was still no baby.

Once married, Janet no longer had to be tied up in order to have sex, but she found that she was able to let herself go and reach much higher levels of pleasure if Jerry restrained her. She also found that a little spanking foreplay released her even further. Sometimes, as she was walking naked through the woods, she would think of the fact that she would have to tell Jerry to spank her for being so bad. Suddenly she would be gushing between the legs.

'How do you punish someone for enjoying being spanked?' she asked herself one day as she was standing on the large rock wall of a vista that overlooked a deep valley. She could barely see several hikers on the trail far below. The area was known as a bird watcher's paradise and a flash of sunlight told her that one of them had trained a set of binoculars on her and could probably see her almost clearly. That thought caused juices to run down the inside of her legs, but when the hikers turned to come up to the high trail, her shyness rose to the surface and she hurried back into her clothing and scurried down the opposite path.

It was now Jerry and Janet's fifth anniversary. To most of the community, they were a typical, young, married couple. They both had promising careers and were both active in several community organizations, including the local community theater where Jerry was on the board of directors.

Jerry had a beautiful voice and a marvelous stage presence, and was often one of the stars in the various performances. He had even directed a couple of performances. Janet, always the shy one, limited herself to bit parts or a place in the chorus.

No one suspected any kinkiness at all in their relationship. No one, that is, except John, one of the techies at the theater. John knew Janet- and Jerry- from college and knew of her self-bondage masturbation sessions. Janet didn't tell him. She didn't intend to ever tell anyone. But then, she didn't intend to roll off the bed during a self-induced orgasm and wedge herself so tightly that she could not free herself.

She had a private room in the dorm and possibly could have stayed stuck between her bed and the wall for a long time except that it was fire prevention week and all of the smoke detectors on campus were being tested. John was an engineering student with a work-study job in campus maintenance. Janet was afraid to answer when John knocked on the door and he assumed the room was empty, so he let himself in with his master key.

He didn't see her until he was up on his ladder opening the housing of the detector to verify its date of manufacture. He dropped both the cover and his flashlight when he looked down and saw a naked coed trussed up and stuffed between the bed and the wall.

John immediately pulled her free and untied her. He was going to call campus police, but she assured him that she had, in fact, done this to herself, so he let her flee to her bathroom while he finished testing the smoke alarm above her bed.

She came out of the bathroom moments later wearing a robe, crying, and begging him not to tell anyone. He promised to keep her secret, and to this day he had. But Janet still often blushed when she looked up at the control booth during rehearsals and saw John sitting at the board. And even though it was impossible to see him- or anything else- during a performance because of the lights shining in her eyes, she still blushed slightly knowing that he was up there watching her on stage.

As June approached, Jerry asked her what she wanted for her fifth anniversary. She thought about it all day. At supper that night she said, "We haven't been on a really special date since college. How 'bout dinner and a show?" Then she added, "But the dinner has to be very special and the show has to be something I will never forget."

Jerry answered only, "I'll see what I can do."

Two days before their anniversary, Jerry told her that he was going to take her to their favorite restaurant for their anniversary. Afterwards there would be a show that she would remember for the rest of her life. He had one request, however. He wanted her to wear the same black dress that she had worn on their first date... and to wear nothing beneath it.

Janet was proud of the fact that she still wore the same dress size that she had in college, but the black dress, itself, was getting almost threadbare. She had often debated throwing it out, and kept it only for the sentimental reason of it being the dress she had worn on their first date.

At first she was going to object and say that she had many other dresses that were much newer... and nicer... and sexier, but the thought of reliving that first date, and especially the thought of going to a very formal restaurant wearing nothing but perfume under her dress caused her to feel that familiar wetness between her legs.

"OK," she said finally, "but my black dress had better be appropriate for wherever and whatever the show is that follows."

Jerry laughed and said, "Oh, don't worry. That black dress is exactly what you should be wearing for this show."

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The day of their anniversary finally arrived. Dinner was perfect. Jerry had arranged everything in advance, and everything was exactly what Janet would have ordered. A tray of oysters on the half-shell arrived at their table shortly after they sat down. The hot sauce, which only Jerry liked, was on the side with a special mild sauce also on the plate.

A wine steward brought a bottle of wine to the table and uncorked it for Jerry's approval. "It's her special meal," he said. "Let her say if the wine is acceptable."

"Perfect," she said after sniffing the cork and taking a small sip. The waiter filled both their glasses and left the bottle in ice on the table.

Her "perfect" applied not only to the wine, but to the entire meal. The melt-in-your-mouth steak was exactly like she wanted it and was smothered in mushrooms in butter sauce with just a hint of onions. Although it wasn't on the menu, Jerry had arranged for chocolate mousse for both of them for dessert- just like she had ordered on their first date.

The whole meal couldn't have been better. Jerry even dawdled after dinner and talked. Normally, he was very agenda-driven and would be obviously anxious to go immediately on to the next thing, but tonight, he sat calmly and reminisced with her about their first meeting, their first date, and about all the special things about which she fantasized.

"It's show time," he finally said quietly.

The waitress had already brought the check and returned with the credit card receipt, so there was no reason not to be going. As they walked across the parking lot to the car, Jerry took her arm and slowed her to a stop. "There is one additional thing I want you to wear tonight," he said with a grin. He then handed her a black silk blindfold. "I'll even put it on for you," he added as he turned her slightly so that he could stand behind her.

She could see that they were only steps from the car. It was also very unlikely that anyone would see her, so she didn't object. In fact, she murmured, "Whatever you say," as she held it over her eyes and he tied it around her head.

It is amazing how much more difficult it is to walk in tall high heels when you can't see the ground. Janet was thankful that she had only a very short way to go to get to the car. She could hear Jerry open the door and then say, "Feel the car with your hands, and get in." As she got in, he put his hand on her hair to ensure that she did not hit the top of her head on the car door.

'I feel like a prisoner being put into a police car,' she thought to herself. She had never experienced that herself, but she had seen enough cop shows on TV to know that was how the handcuffed suspect was put in the car- with the officer's hand on top of his or her head. As she waited for Jerry to go around to the other side of the car to get in, she held her hands together at the wrists imagining that she was handcuffed- or bound. She could feel herself getting wetter.

'It's a good thing I'm wearing a black dress,' she thought to herself. 'That way a wet spot in the back won't show.'

Jerry seemed to be driving all over, making random turns this way and that. Janet was totally disoriented. She was fairly sure that they were still in town, but for all she knew they could be out in the middle of nowhere. Finally, Jerry stopped the car and shut off the engine.

He again used his hand to protect her head as he helped her out of the car. After she was standing, he lifted her arms slightly and slipped a loop of rope over her hands. It was a large slipknot and he tightened it quickly. He then brought the rope down between her arms and made two quick circles around the knot loop that held her wrists. Forming her fingers around the long end of the rope as it left her hands, he said, "Hold this. It is your guide leash." He then began leading her away from the car.

From the sound and feel, Janet knew that she was walking on concrete. "We're starting up a ramp," he said, and a few steps later, Janet could feel the incline. A dozen steps later, they reached a small landing. Jerry said, "Turning left," and resumed his climb up the ramp. There was something very familiar about this place, but Janet could not place where she might be.

A heavy-sounding door squeaked and creaked open and Jerry warned, "Watch for the threshold. It's not very high, but it is wide and slick." Her heels made a metallic-sounding click as she stepped through the door.

She knew where she was! It wasn't just the ramp or the wide metal threshold. There is a particular smell to a backstage area at a theater. You can smell rope and paint and makeup and sweat and a thousand other smells that occur together only on stage. She was backstage at the community theater.

"We're at the theater," she said. "I didn't know there was a performance tonight."

Jerry laughed slightly. "That's because this show is strictly by invitation only," he said, "and you are the special guest star who is going to experience every minute of it."

Janet wasn't sure what he meant, but she continued to follow him. Her heels were now making a hollow tapping sound. She was walking across the stage floor. She wasn't sure, but she thought that they were now in the middle of the stage, probably just behind the curtain. She could smell the decades of dust that was trapped in the thick, plush cloth that separated the stage from the audience.

"Let's block out this scene," Jerry said as he loosened the rope on her wrists. "It's very easy choreography. All you have to do is stand here and move with the action."

He bent her slowly at the waist until she was almost at ninety degrees. She felt her neck come to rest on something soft and thick like lamb's wool. Jerry raised her left arm and set it on something alongside her head that was smooth and cool. It felt like it was a curved segment of leather, perhaps held by a piece of wood.

He placed her right arm in a similar leather depression on the other side of her head, and then she felt a slight pressure on her neck and wrists followed by a deep, dull, solid, "clunk." She tried to stand, but her head and wrists were now securely trapped. She was in a stocks of some sort.

"What are you doing?" she asked, more out of curiosity than anger or concern. "Is this some sort of participatory performance art?"

"No," he answered, "It's a solo performance, and I think it's time for you to be quiet and just experience." She felt a ball gag being pushed into her mouth, then Jerry walked away from her and everything was quiet.

She wasn't sure how long she was held there behind the curtain, but she was certain that she could hear an ever-increasing murmur of voices. A large audience was gathering in the theater.

Janet had waited nervously backstage before and listened to the pre-performance buzz of the audience. She was pretty good at judging the size of the house by the noise level. This sounded like a full house, or nearly so, and the theater had exactly 299 seats. She knew that number because 300 seats was the magic level where the royalty payments went up on the performances. To keep the costs down, she and Jerry had helped when the theater members removed several seats from the ends of the front row to bring the number back to exactly 299.

From the noise level, there had to be at least 275 people out there. Janet could feel her legs shaking in fear. What was Jerry doing? What if they opened the curtain and everyone could see her? The theater was a relatively tight-knit group. And almost everyone in town came to the performances. What if all her neighbors and friends were out there? What if everyone saw her bent over like this locked into a set of stocks?

Then she heard Jerry walking across the stage. She knew his walk because, for some reason, he had an uneven stride. She felt a slight puff of air as he walked past her. Then she heard the soft rustle of the curtains as he slipped between them to stand at the front of the stage facing the audience.