EROTICA BOX SET - A Night To Remember (BDSM, Bondage, Domination) Page 2
The eyes of the woman in bondage widened in mock terror as the hooded man gently caressed her bare skin with the blade of the knife. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he slashed her lace underwear down the middle, exposing her bare crotch. Leslie squealed, her shoulders jerking upright instinctively. She held onto Jess for support, clutching her arm a bit tighter than she had intended.
With another flick of his wrist, the Guardsman released the woman from her bra, freeing her heaving breasts from their supports. They hung down from her chest as the woman struggled to breath against the red ball in her mouth. Her eyes followed the hooded man carefully as he circled her, producing a riding crop from a hidden pocket within his trousers. The crowd oohed as he showed it to them from behind her, waving it around with a dramatic flourish.
Without warning, the man swung the riding crop against the woman's bare flesh, striking her bare bottom. She cried out against the ball gag, her muffled screams strangely arousing to Leslie. Her mouth hung open, fighting the urge to walk away from this outlandish display of mock sexual violence.
Another crack sounded as the riding crop stung the woman's exposed skin. Then another, and another. A long string of drool trickled out of the woman's mouth, dripping to the floor in a stretchy strand. The hooded man struck the backs of her thighs and calves as well, red welts appearing almost instantly against her pale skin.
He circled her slowly, slapping her across the thighs and abdomen. The burly man drew his arm back carefully, swinging the crop lightly towards her breast. He took three mock swings, each one landing in a soft touch against the side of the woman's breast. The fourth was fast, slapping the fatty flesh of her heavy breast with a loud smack! The woman shrieked in agony as the man continued his rapid flurry of strikes, each one eliciting another wail from the woman in front of him.
Before long the woman's body was covered in red welts. Some of the more damaged areas were beginning to bruise, the broken blood vessels already turning red. A drop of blood trickled from the woman's thigh, creating a long red trail down her leg.
The hooded man's victim panted through her nose, her breathing restricted by the ball gag held tightly in place with a leather strap. The hair around her face was matted with sweat, trails of black running from her eyes which had once been make up. Her face drooping from exhaustion, she stared at Leslie with tired eyes as the bare-chested man tossed aside the riding crop.
Leslie felt her heart jump in her chest for the third time that night. As she watched the welts form on the woman's body, Leslie wondered what it would be like to undergo such punishment. She wondered how she would react if it was her on stage, naked and exposed to all the world.
The Guardsman produced a long feather from nowhere, reminding Leslie of a magician she had once seen. He tickled the bound woman from behind, drawing the feather up the length of her battered leg towards her ample buttocks. The woman shuddered the muscles of her stomach flexing to reveal toned abdominals. Her belly flexed inwards as she grunted against the muted torture of the feather. The woman emitted strange sounds from her throat, making it unclear whether the new instrument was bringing her pain or pleasure.
The hooded man slowly traced the feather along his victim's body, playing across the multitude of red marks left there from the riding crop. He knelt in front of her, glancing back at the crowd before pointing the feather towards her exposed sex. The man's hood nodded emphatically, and he traced the long feather slowly up the length of the woman's inner thigh. She moaned loudly against the red ball in her mouth, her protests unintelligible to the crowd.
While the music still pumped in the background, the onlookers had grown silent. Leslie felt a perverted arousal as her anticipation grew. She found herself wanting the man to go further, to relieve the woman from some of the pain he had put her through. Leslie swallowed hard as she locked her gaze onto the man's hand, traveling slowly upward towards the woman's shaved crotch.
When the feather made contact against the slit between her legs, the woman's head lolled back. She moaned aggressively, flexing her stomach muscles again in wanton anticipation. She stared down as the man touched her lightly with the feather, tracing the area around her pussy with agonizing slowness. Leslie, Jess, and the rest of the crowd found themselves breathless from their desire to see the act consummated, feeling the pain of the woman who was unable to bring herself to release.
The man traced the feather along the insides of the woman's legs, spread apart as they were by the metal bar. With his other hand, he clasped the inside of her thigh, squeezing the flesh painfully. With another loud smack, he slapped the bare flesh of her inner thigh. Though the woman grunted against the pain, her tolerance was hardened from the ongoing abuse she had received as a result of the riding crop. She mumbled something incoherent towards the man, her voice aggressive with desire.
The feather fell to the ground as the hooded man rose. He brought his face inches from the woman's, and the two stared eye to eye for what felt like an eternity. Her brown hair tied behind her head, beads of sweat dripped down her face as she breathed loudly through her nose. Incoherent mumblings continued to come from her throat, no doubt begging for the man to resume his ministrations.
Suddenly he pulled back, stepping around to position himself behind the bound woman. With a loud zip, he undid the zipper of his pants. The crowd gasped as he pulled out a monstrous cock, bigger than anything Leslie had ever seen before. She had heard her girlfriends gossiping about such things before, but she had never seen one so big in real life. Her jaw dropped as his thick, snakelike penis rapidly filled with blood. Before long, it was fully erect, stretching out before him like a massive pink sausage.
With one hand on her upper back, the man pushed the woman forward. His forceful shove sent her sprawling forward onto her cuffed hands, barely stopping herself from crashing into the wooden stage. Her ass pushed high in the air, she presented him an easy target for his vein-riddled shaft. Her ponytail flipped to the side as she turned her head, glancing over her shoulder to stare at him longingly.
His hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips as he pulled the woman close to him, his cock penetrating her from behind. Slowly, he pushed himself deeper inside, causing the woman to let loose a muffled scream against her restraints. Her forehead touched the floor, just above her cuffed hands as the woman closed her eyes, no doubt focusing on the sensation she had been waiting for since the performance had begun.
The sound of flesh smacking against leather pants filled this corner of the club as the man and woman consummated their act. Muttered comments from the crowd belayed their arousal as they looked on, turned on as they were from the dramatic spectacle. Leslie turned to Jess, who nodded excitedly.
“I told you this place was crazy,” she said, her lips peeling back to reveal perfect rows of white teeth.
With the moans of the woman on stage, Leslie was unable to concentrate on a response. She found herself staring at the two performers, once again imagining what it would have been like to be up there instead of that woman.
The man continued to pound her from behind, his long cock stabbing her most sensitive spot with utter disregard for anyone else who may be watching. His hands still planted on her waist, he displayed a look of concentration despite the fact that his face was covered. The hooded man's head tilted to the side as he thrust his hips back and forth, altering his angle for maximum penetration.
The woman moaned blissfully as the Guardsman pulled his cock in and out of her. She tried to scream again, emitting a gurgling noise as her body rocked back and forth to the rhythm of their fucking. She turned over her shoulder again to show her appreciation, her eyes displaying disbelief that she could be feeling anything so pleasurable as having this man enter her from behind.
But it only spurred him onto greater efforts as he increased his pace, the strong rocking of his muscular hips sending his stiff rod of flesh slamming against the woman's g-spot. She shrieked again against the smacking noise of their two bodies
, making it clear to everyone watching that she was going through the beginning of a powerful climax. The woman's eyes shut tightly as her back arched, then rounded against the ongoing assault of her lover, another strand of thick drool pooling below her on the stage.
The hooded man continued to plow the woman, picking up speed as he watched the telltale signs of orgasm coming from his lover. She howled as she climbed over the edge of the orgasm, falling down the bottomless pit of pleasure as the man's thick cock penetrated her over and over again. Leslie watched as the exhausted woman barely managed to stay on all fours as the man's hurried pace accentuated the final tingling aftershocks of the intense orgasm.
Without warning, the hooded man pulled his massive cock from inside the prostrate woman. With one powerful hand, he shoved her to the side dramatically, sending her tumbling onto her side. His other hand stroked his long manhood urgently as he stood over the woman. His hand caressed the length of his penis urgently, coaxing the first streams of thick white semen shooting forth onto his lover's belly.
Leslie watched as stream after stream squirted forth from the man's thick member, splattering across the woman's body. One sprayed onto her chest, mixing with sweat in a sticky mess of bodily fluids. Another splashed against her face, splattering from her cheek into her hair. Yet another landed on her crotch as the woman writhed on the floor in the final throes of orgasm, eager to receive her lovers seed all over her body.
Leslie had never seen so much sperm come out of one man's penis before, but then again, she saw many things tonight that were new to her.
The man's head lolled back onto his shoulders as he continued to massage his member. The last trickles of sperm and seminal fluid dripped onto the woman. Spent, he whipped his hand towards the prostrate woman, sending another small spray of bodily fluids onto her prone form. With his cock still sticking through his trousers, he turned back to the crowd, raising his arms triumphantly into the air.
They responded with a cheer, not unlike the one that had given to Donald after he had made his speech. Leslie found herself clapping along with Jess, who exchanged another look of awe mixed with wonder. They shook their heads simultaneously, still unable to believe that they had witnessed such a perverted act taking place in front of so many people.
The hooded man began to undo the woman's restraints. He unbuckled the shackles from her legs, removing the bar which held her legs apart. The cuffs came off next, and finally the red ball. The woman gasped as he pulled the gag from her mouth, rising to her knees shakily. Sperm slid down her body unceremoniously, though that didn't stop her from clasping the hooded man's hand and taking a bow before the crowd, not unlike a Broadway performer.
The crowd cheered again, whistling and hooting as if they were watching a sports match. Leslie and Jess hollered as well, their cries mixing with those of the rest of the sexually liberated crowd. They watched as the two performers walked off the stage, leaving the crowd alone in the afterglow of their performance.
“That was insane!” said Leslie, turning to Jess.
Her skin was flushed with excitement as she stared at her friend. The two girls locked eyes, silently communicating that they were both going to be in for one incredible night.
“And that's nothing,” said Jess, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Leslie stared at her friend, unable to believe that anything could be more intense than what they had just witnessed.
“You mean, there's more?” she asked, feeling so much like a naive young girl from the Midwest.
Jess threw her a sly wink. Instead of answering the question, she said, “Come on girl, let's go get a drink. Then I'll show you the rest of the place.”
The Latex Mistress
(Sadism, Bondage, BDSM)
By Sylvia Parker
All Rights Reserved, 2014
“Come on, let's go to the bathroom,” Jess said to Leslie after the show.
The two girls were still in awe of what they had just seen. Images of the woman's naked body, slapped incessantly with the riding crop flashed through Leslie's mind. She could hardly believe that a place like this existed.
I wonder what else goes on in a place like this, she thought as the two girls moved through the throngs of people.
Once they had made it into the restroom, Jessica parked herself in front of the mirror. Taking out a small makeup bag from her black leather Michael Kors purse, she produced a small black tube of blood red lipstick. With a practiced hand, she applied the color to her lips, adding a new dimension to her already exotic beauty. She rolled her lips together, spreading the bright color evenly across her mouth.
“Want some?” she asked her friend. Her hands froze as she glanced at Leslie.
“Uh, sure,” she said, her brow furrowing in consternation. Lipstick really wasn't her thing.
“Let me do it,” said Jessica. “I used to do my sister's make up all the time.”
She leaned forward, spreading the colored mess onto Leslie's face. Her father had always said that bright lipstick made a girl look like an easy target, whatever that meant. And now, here she was, putting it on in the bathroom of an S&M club waiting for who knows what to happen.
“There,” said Jessica, satisfied with her work. “Now you look like a slut.”
“Oh, so we look like twins then?” she said sarcastically.
Jessica gasped in mock horror, slapping her friend lightly on the arm. “You are so bad, Les,” she said, flicking her gaze up and down the length of her body.
After one final glance in the mirror, the girls turned to leave. The door burst open suddenly as a tall woman with black hair walked in, her high heels clicking against the tile floor. Her straight black hair swung from side to side in a long ponytail as she walked by, and she was wearing a tight-fitting leather corset which pushed her breasts nearly up into her face. As she sauntered past, glanced at the two girls. Then, for some reason, she stopped dead in her tracks.
“You girls having fun?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips.
Jessica and Leslie exchanged a look before Jessica answered, “Yes.”
“You look familiar,” she said to Jessica, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Have you been here before?”
“Mmm no,” she said, shaking her head with a shrug. Leslie
The woman shrugged. “My name is Catalina. Some friends and I are on the red velvet couches by the bar on the far side of the room,” she said, a hint of mischief in her voice. “Stop by if you get bored.”
The two girls exchanged another look. “Okay, sounds great,” said Jessica, a plastic smile appearing on her face.
On their way out, Jessica said, “That was weird. What do you think that was all about?”
“I don't know,” said Leslie, shaking her head. “Why did you lie to her? I thought you said you've been here before.”
“Its a long story. I'll explain after we hit the bar,” she said, a downcast look coming over her face.
“Come on, let's get a drink,” she said.
With arms interlinked, the two pushed through the crowds of people as they made their way through the club. As they made their way to the bar, they passed a strange sight. Leslie's head turned as the sound of shouting caught her attention. The woman in the latex bodysuit from earlier stood over her slave as verbal abuse poured from her lips.
With the bar in sight, Leslie was torn. She slowed her pace as she felt the desire to watch the new show rise against the thirst in her throat.
“Wait a second, Jess,” said Leslie, flipping her straight blonde hair around with a turn of her head. “Let's see what this is about.”
“Les, I really need a drink,” said Jess, she complained. “Wait here if you want – I'll get us something.”
Leslie nodded absently, her attention already fixated on the sparkling gleam of the woman's tight fitting bodysuit. The fabric hugged her lithe body so tight, she wondered how it was possible for her to even speak, let alone dominate her poor slave.
As Jess
ica walked off, Leslie focused fully on the dominant woman and her submissive slave. As if her outfit wasn't absurd enough, a pair of giant devil's horns were attached to the bodysuit. They were also made completely of latex, giving the woman the appearance of a demon. A mask covered her face, leaving only her eyes and mouth exposed. Her pale skin contrasted sharply against the blackness of the suit, accentuated only by some black lipstick, the likes of which Leslie had never seen before.
A crowd of about a half-dozen people gathered to watch as the dom spoke to her slave. Leslie took a step forward, eager to hear what a strange interaction would take place next.
“Stand up straight!” the woman barked at him.
The man's posture stiffened as his hands came down to his sides, reminding Leslie of a soldier. His bare chest was pale and pudgy, not at all like the fit woman who was busy dominating him. Leslie had heard about things like this before, how powerful businessmen and politicians who were used to getting their way all the time liked to be told what to do from time to time.
“Listen to me, you little piece of garbage,” the woman began, her head leaning dangerously close to the man's. “You are going to be on your best behavior in front of all these people. They're here because they have never seen such a pathetic piece of trash like you before, and that is interesting to them.”
The man nodded, causing the leather mask on his face to bob up and down. Studded with metal, it was completely black except for two holes for the man's eyes. A zipper ran across the length of where the mouth slit should be, currently closed. A metal chain hung from a collar around his neck, the other end clutched tightly in the demonic woman's hand.
But what really caught Leslie's eye was what the man wasn't wearing: he was completely naked except from the neck up. His pale body stood out like a sore thumb against the blackness of the rest of the club. Perhaps it was his pudgy body that prevented a larger crowd from gathering, Leslie thought idly.