Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set (7 page)

“So what do you think of the show?”

She realized he was looking at her, and wondered how long she had been staring at the spectacle on stage. Red faced, she looked at him, trying to steady her breathing.

“It’s...amazing, Sir---thank you for bringing me.”

Helena tried to maintain a cool exterior, but could feel her heart thumping in her chest as he looked at her, and she knew he could sense her arousal; he could probably smell the juices dripping out of her.

“I suppose I should give you more of a tour,” Aiden said suddenly, taking her hand, “come with me, I’ll show you more of the place.”

Helena followed him up the ornate staircase to another floor, much quieter and less crowded than it was downstairs. It looked like the dungeons she had seen in photos with strange benches, tables and harnesses designed for every wicked purpose imaginable. Helena’s mind was racing, looking at the various straps and paddles dangling on the walls, the thought of him using them on her had her skin tingling in anticipation.

“I saw the way you were watching that girl,” he began “imagining what it would be like to be in her position?”

He squeezed her ass playfully, turning her away from him to face one of the small, padded benches.

“I um...yes Sir; but I don’t think I could do it here,” she gasped, “with so many people, I just couldn’t!”

Helena was flushed with embarrassment, she knew he was going to make her do it, he’d brought her up here for a reason. She hated the feeling of anyone staring at her, and was mortified at the idea, especially if she was to be undressed!

He put his hands up to her face, locking his eyes with hers; his dark eyes piercing even in the dull light of the room.

“Of course you can---it’s just me and you.”

He spoke with such certainty she could almost believe it and the strangers nearby seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them under the dim, flickering light.

Helena sighed; she was reluctant to be so brazenly displayed, but her desire to please him, to belong to him and obey his wishes outweighed her typical modesty, and she began to relax, closing her eyes to block out the shadowy figures in the background.

Finally, his hands were on her, running up her waistline to her throat, sending shivers of delight through her body, her heart pounding against the constricting fit of her corset. He unzipped the back of the skintight latex skirt, peeling it slowly from her sweat dampened skin. He’d already taken her panties during the drive over and she could feel the warm air on her pussy, exposed and raw in from of him and a room full of strangers she was trying to forget about.

“You’ve been looking forward to this moment all night, haven’t you? Perhaps much longer even?”

“Yes Sir, I...yes.” she admitted quietly, not knowing what else to say. She’d wanted to be spanked since she could remember, and after tonight she couldn’t wait for him to be the first one to do it.

“Sir? What are you going to do to me?” She asked breathlessly, already suspicious of his intentions.

“Well Helena, first I’m going to spank this beautiful ass of yours,” he began, gently pushing her forward onto the padded wooden bench, “I want to see how well you take to some light discipline.”

Her breathing quickened, she had longed to feel his strong hand on her backside since the moment they’d met, her skin felt alive with sensation, waiting eagerly for the discipline she’d craved for so long.

He fastened her wrists to a set of restraints dangling from the front, forcing her ass to stick up in the air salaciously, begging to be tormented for the very first time.

“I want you to count each one out...” Aiden instructed, “we’ll see if you can get to ten for now.”

He walked around her, studying her exquisite figure as she lay draped over the bench, her pale, unblemished derriere a ripe target for his hand.

The feeling of having her hands restrained was new, strange to her. Helena buried her face in the padding on the bench, unsure of what to expect or when he was going to do it. She tried to focus on the music pounding in the background, preparing herself as much as possible for a feeling she’d never experienced; a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her body.

The first one came suddenly, a stinging slap to her pristine flesh that caused her milky skin to blush, turning a soft shade of pink where this hand had struck her, awakening her senses in a more cruel and exquisite way than she’d ever thought possible.

The shock of it startled her, she’d never really been spanked before. Not as a child, as far as she could remember; and never in the bedroom. It hurt more than she expected, and she let out a loud yelp, completely forgetting his instructions.

“You’d better start counting or we could be here a long time,” Aiden snapped, reinforcing his words with another wicked slap to her right ass cheek; leaving his crimson handprint behind.

A rush of pleasure surged through her, overwhelming her shyness and snapping her out of the surreal daze she was in.

“Yes, Sir...One!” she declared, the searing heat on her backside still vivid in her mind. It was different than she’d thought, decidedly more painful but all the more delicious. She gritted her teeth, readying herself for his next assault.

“Two!”

The next blow came stronger than the others, a merciless crack across the backs of her thighs that sent a shock of pain up her legs, making her all too aware of the slow hunger beginning to build up in her neglected pussy, exposed for the whole room to see. She was ashamed to think of all the people who could see her so intimately, could perhaps even smell her arousal as clearly as she could.

She felt him draw his hand back; the tension in the air as she waited for his next strike. Everything seemed in slow motion, and she could almost sense the moment his strong hand would impact her delicate flesh.

“Threeeee!” she wailed, feeling the localized stinging give way to a more general burning that radiated up her thighs, making her skin tender and swollen.

He caressed her rosy backside, feeling the heat coming off her skin, streaked with red from his expert hand for the first time. She’d ached to feel his bare skin on hers and if it must come at the expense of some pain so be it. She welcomed it.

“Good girl,” he acknowledged, “you learn quickly don’t you?”

“Yes Sir,” she replied quietly, unable to conjure up more than the most basic response.

She could hear people around her now, feel their eyes burning into her, watching as she

received the sweet suffering her Master so carefully provided her. Tears were welling in her eyes now, from the pain, the embarrassment of being so sordidly displayed; and from the sudden realization that this was what she had wanted---what she’d needed---for longer than even she knew.

His finger slid between her legs, feeling the slick well of moisture that had built up during her long awaited discipline. She felt weak and dazed, hungry to feel any part of him inside her, drowning in the juices he’d stirred up in her.

“Look how wet you are, all ready for me...”he slid a thick finger deep inside her, “In good time, my lovely.”

Helena stifled a moan, feeling her pussy contract around his finger, vainly attempting to keep him inside her, not caring for the moment that her wanton display could be seen by anyone nearby. She dared not open her eyes, for the moment she felt safe under his control, as though they were the only ones in the world.

“Are you ready for some more, my pretty slave?”

“Ohh...yes! Yes Sir...” she moaned dreamily, her heart pounding at the mere mention of the word slave. How long she had waited for a stern, powerful man to truly claim her; to make her the slave and willing servant she longed to be.

“Ask for another.”

“Sir? I beg your pardon?”

Helena had heard him, but wished she hadn’t. She could get past the idea of being half naked in front of these people, even being spanked in front of them was as mortifying as she thought it would be---but to beg for punishment in front of a room full of strangers? She couldn’t; she simply couldn’t do it.

“Ask for another one,” he repeated, punctuating his words with a few quick smacks to her rump. The shock of it made her squeeze tighter around his finger, reinforcing the craving deep in her pussy. He sensed it and retracted his finger, leaving her with an unbearable sense of emptiness.

Her face burned with embarrassment, surely he and everyone else could see the steady stream of liquid escaping her flowing pussy, she was helpless to stop it and knew it was only going to get worse. She took a deep breath and tried to speak, her words catching in her throat.

“Another please, Sir...” she whimpered, trying to block out the sound of voices and the faces of the small crowd that had gathered to watch them.

“Speak up slave!”

He didn’t strike her this time, but waited for her plea, curious to learn the limits of her devotion to him.

“Another one please, Sir!” she cried, bracing her body for the impact.

“Thats better,” he barked, laying another hasty slap across her backside, “don’t forget to count or we’ll start over.”

The vivid pain awakened her, brought with it a rush of pleasure and energy she had never felt. She opened her eyes, looking for the first time at the small group of people who had come to watch. To her amazement they weren’t looking at her in scorn but in awe, their eyes fixated on her movements and beauty. She began to feel foolish for her modesty, realizing she was part of a spectacle that had had looked so lovely to her.

“Thats four Sir,” she blurted out, her newfound voice clear and deliberate, “may I have another please?”

A smile spread across his lips, and she knew he was pleased with her. She felt limp and helpless, tied to the bench at one end and barely balanced on her feet at the other end. Her cherry red rump was raised high for the whole room to see, and the soft folds of her pussy peeking out between her creamy thighs.

“You may,” he affirmed, reinforcing his words with a wicked crack to her burning backside, adding another blotch of red to her already sore bottom.

Despite her determination, she began to squirm and gasp with the increasingly merciless strokes; finding it harder to maintain her composure and keep up the counting. Her pussy was on fire now, her whole body in an urgent state of need. She ached for the relief of an orgasm but knew she would have more to take before he would possibly consider it.

“Five Sir, thank you!” she cried, “may I have another?”

She was starting to get it now, her body finally in tune with her mind. She could feel her nipples, hard as rocks, spilling out of her silk corset and making themselves visible to anyone who was looking. It only served to make her wetter now, and she gazed wantonly into the crowd of onlooker, eagerly awaiting her Master’s next blow.

“Six....seven!” she stammered, trying to keep up as he staggered two cruel smacks, one to each side of her inflamed cheeks.

“Sir, may I...may I have another?”

Helena was breathless, throbbing with need as she tried to compose herself for the rest of his merciless discipline.

He caressed her tender backside, letting his hand delve down to her dripping pussy, she tried to move herself closer to his hand, but the restraints prevented any real movement and it was useless to try when she knew he was only teasing for the moment.

She tried to block out his insistent fingers, now focusing on the crowd she had previously been so afraid of. They were watching her with the same fascination she’d watched with only shortly ago, and her shame had ebbed away; replaced by a sense of beauty and strength reinforced by their admiring gazes.

Helena felt Aiden pull his hand away, and took a deep breath, preparing for the last few blows. She knew they would be the harshest yet, for the ferocity of his strokes had only increased so far, and she doubted he would change the pace now.

The next strike was so hard, she could feel her body crushed against the bench, a nasty red weal forming where his hand had bombarded her delicate skin. The tears she’d forced back were coming again, streaming uncontrollably from her eyes as she forced the pain down.

“Eight, Sir...” she blubbered, her body shaking from the pain “may I...may I have another?”

“You certainly may.” he replied, raising his hand above her crimson ass, threatening her flesh with another wicked assault.

She felt his hand come down and strike her, but it took a moment for the intense pain to reach her. When it did, it engulfed her whole body in a rush of searing heat, causing her to cry out in pain and bliss as her neglected pussy gushed juices, covering the backs of her thighs in a slick flood of liquid. She didn’t care anymore who could see, who would know how much she desired his punishing hand.

“Oww, owww,” she wailed; fighting back the tears that were trying to spill down her cheeks, she only had two more to go and wasn’t going to give up now.

“Nine, Sir!” she counted out, her entire body in a state of delicious torment; needing so much to feel his touch.

“You’re doing very well,” he admitted, walking slowly around her and studying her response, “are you ready for your last one?”

“Yes Sir please...” she gasped, trying to catch her breath, “may I have...another?”

She couldn’t believe she’d made it as far as she had, the pain was incredible but brought with it an intense pleasure she’d never known before. Every nerve of her body felt alive, anticipating his touch, and bracing for the final cruel strike.

She watched him draw his arm back, aiming for the sweet spot where the curve of her thighs met the soft roundness of her ass. It was one of the most pain sensitive places on her body, and he knew it.

The last blow struck her with such force it almost knocked her breath out, she gasped for air and fell limp against the bench, her body heaving and shivering from adrenaline.

“Ten...Sir.” she managed, feeling his hand on her sweat dampened skin, massaging her ravaged red skin.

His touch was gentle now, soothing in comparison to the agony he’d inflicted only moments ago. His hands rubbed insistently on her tender cheeks, and he rested his hand in the cleft of her thighs, feeling the flood of liquid that had seeped out of her during the wicked spanking.