Cat was waiting in the dressing room to shower with me, excited and full of questions about the humiliating episode in Kent's office. I described the sensation of having an obviously inexperienced and disrespectful examination of my genitals by the adolescent young man. She listened in amazement. There was only one acceptable part of the encounter which had made it worth my effort not to refuse Kent, in her opinion. He had hinted that he would demonstrate my ability to take his penis fully into my rectum. As Cat knew, I would gladly suffer any humiliation with that object in mind.
The show was relatively unremarkable but I was thinking of what Kent may have in mind to top off the event for his special clients. These thoughts kept my body wonderfully orgasmic as I made my way toward their table. Franz Junior took in the sights with youthful enthusiasm and a noticeable bulge in his trousers. He was much younger that any of my previous spectators at the special shows. I played more to the older man, never allowing young Franz the opportunity to fondle me as he may have wished. Cat also kept her distance from his wandering hands, briefly pirouetting in front of him before moving on quickly to the next table. She was following my lead in tantalising the pimply faced young pervert. Toward the end of the show the wet patch on his trousers was becoming noticeable and he was holding a bag on his lap to cover his embarrassment when the main lights signalled the end of the show.
In a break with normal routine, Kent invited the clients to follow Des and Ken to the main dining room for refreshments and discussion of orders. He asked Cat to shower and change before helping our men to deal with the other clients.
I left the last costume on while I refreshed my exposed genitals with a sponge bath before making my way back into the auditorium. I sat in front of the three men in Kent's preferred submissive way. They had been talking while I walked toward them but sat quietly watching me while I sat before them.
Cat had helped to re-adjust the tension on the attachments to my nipple and clit rings, and the short walk to the table had fully engorged both my nipples and my vaginal lips.
"You did well this afternoon, my little dove." Kent finally addressed me after a long silence. I averted my eyes, allowing their eyes to feast on the excited state of my throbbing clitoris and my quivering nipples.
"Mein Gott!" The older man exclaimed. His beady eyes travelled over my body. "Magnificent!"
"Mistress Barbara loves to wear this costume." Kent continued. "Over time, she has developed amazing control in her ability to prevent uncontrolled orgasms when she wears it. She is demonstrating that right now."
He looked at the other men with pride glowing in his face.
Now I was totally confused, Kent had never referred to me as Mistress before. In any previous dealings with clients in the past year or so, I had merely been his devoted slave. Kent continued talking to them as I tried to get an appreciation of what he required of me this time. "You will notice that she is demonstrating remarkable control of her body. Every instinct she has is to surrender that control and enjoy the orgasm just below the surface. Would you like to see that control released now, Sir?" He turned to the older man, beaming with pride.
Both men nodded vigorously, the look of respect unmistakeable in their eyes. Kent turned to me.
"Just walk about for a moment, Mistress Barbara."
Within three steps I shuddered as my mounting orgasmic wave began to culminate in the most delicious orgasm. It took over my body and overwhelmed the control that I had deliberately exercised up until then. It was a mind-blowing experience, well worth all the nervous anticipation that preceded the moment of release. I let myself go and convulsed before their eyes, oblivious to their presence.
As I recovered, I noticed the two men were removing their clothes. Surely Kent was not going to allow them to ravish me. Did he know them that well? I was perplexed and a little confused. Those nasty confused thoughts dissipated as Kent handed me a cane pointing toward the men now prostrated over the table, their naked bottoms pointing toward me. Their straining erections were clearly indicating their need for punishment.
The feeling of power, swishing the cane through the air at imaginary flies as I surveyed the two naked bottoms in front of me was simply awesome. I approached the men. The younger Franz tensed as I looked at his bottom. It was covered in splotchy pimples, like his face. His penis was dribbling with clear fluid. I played with it at the end of the cane, flicking it back and forth as I debated my next move.
Kent had told me nothing about the men so my only knowledge of them was gleaned from listening to them talk while Kent humiliated me in my own office. This young squirt was going to pay dearly for his inept fumbling, around and inside my genitals.
The older Franz was equally excited, with a large well formed penis straining with blood in an impressive erect state. I turned to look at Kent and saw him placing lubricant on the table while he removed his shirt. The situation became much clearer in my mind now. I caught his eye and he smiled broadly, nodding his approval for me to handle the two clients as the mood took me.
I breathed in as much as the corset would allow me to, producing yet another delicious orgasm. I spoke to Franz senior.
