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“Yes, Sir.” My voice shook a little, from excitement and anxiety, not fear. “This place is beautiful, just…in every way.”
“Not always. But most of the time.”
He showed me around, or maybe he just wanted to let the other Doms get a look at me. The players who weren’t involved in deep scenes greeted him, and looked me over. I was happy to see there was no real “type” here. The subs came in all ages and sizes, and so did the Doms. Devin was definitely the most handsome, with his blond hair and piercing eyes, and a lot of the women seemed into him.
Don’t be jealous. He’s not your boyfriend or anything.He’d saved my life once, and given me many orgasms, but I had no right, or desire, to claim him as my own. While I studied the faces and tried to remember the names, I checked out the various areas.
There was a section with sofas and chaises, where couples were having sex, and another area with various types of racks and bondage equipment. One area had medical tables and spanking benches, and trestles and beams with lots of attachment points. As if all of that wasn’t enough, there were chains and structures hugging the wall, with cordoned-off spaces for more dangerous scenes, like whipping. Someone in the corner was throwing a snake tail, which made a terrifyinghiss-cracknoise that echoed off the walls and into the second level. People watched from the balcony above as the sub shrieked and twisted, her arms held over her head in chains.
I stiffened at the sight. She seemed to be in agony, and there were no safe words allowed here if it became too much. I looked at Devin, but he seemed more amused than concerned. “She lives for whips,” he murmured in my ear. “Hardcore, huh?”
I nodded, wondering if Devin was into whips. He hadn’t talked about them, but who knew what he’d do to me now that I was here? I’d try anything once, since I trusted him, but to my relief, he led me away from the whip couple to the area predominated by spanking benches and tables.
“Since it’s your first night here,” he said, “I thought I’d let some of these Dominants have a whack at your sexy ass. They’ll be excited to learn what a masochist you are.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
Around us, an audience was already gathering. I darted a glance at them, trying not to feel defensive or embarrassed. They were cultured, well-dressed men, confident and powerful, many with half-hard cocks jutting from their opened pants. Their slaves or subs knelt at their feet, appreciating the break my ass was about to give them.
Devin positioned me in front of a padded trestle that was about waist high, and cuffed my ankles to the structure at either end, so my legs were spread wide. I teetered on my high heels and obeyed his command to bend over the trestle—slowly—so my pussy would be on display. My nipples had tightened into peaks, and my pussy had gone humiliatingly wet at the exposure. Did everyone know it? Could everyone see?
Devin walked to a row of cabinets on the opposite wall and opened one that presumably belonged to him. I closed my eyes so I couldn’t see all the things he had stored in there. I moaned when he returned with a thick, black butt plug. Ugh, another metal one, cold and unforgiving. He turned it in front of my face and showed me the jeweled base. “Isn’t it pretty?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I said with a quiver in my voice.
“Everyone who takes a turn on your ass can enjoy the view.”
Oh God, I was already dying of horniness, and the scene hadn’t even started yet. I bit my lip as he lubed my ass, and held hard to the trestle to try to maintain some sense of control. The plug probed at my tight hole, and when I squirmed, he placed a hand at the small of my back to settle me. The ache of intrusion eventually relaxed as he persisted, working the plug in and out until he drove it home.
I was in subspace already, plugged and bound, and surrounded by Dom/sub couples who were either scening, or milling behind me to be part of my scene. At Via Sofferenza, when my friend Giorgio had invited other men to molest me, I’d been blindfolded, but now I could see everything and everyone, and I didn’t have anywhere to hide.
Devin appeared in front of me with his cock exposed, and lifted my head by the hair. I cringed at the pain as arousal bloomed higher, throbbing between my legs. “Open your mouth,” he said. I whimpered and obeyed, and just as he thrust between my lips, I felt the crack of a strap across my ass.
Ow, ow, shit…
I jerked at the hot pain and resisted the impulse to turn my head. My attention had to be on Devin. His cock was in my mouth and his hands held my hair, and I’d been given a task, even if…
Owww.Another blow stung my ass cheeks. I squeezed on the plug, thick and hard inside me, and tried to focus on serving Devin, but the strapping continued. Five blows. Six. Seven. Eight. It was so hard not to reach behind to protect myself. I held tight to the wooden beam of the trestle and sucked my Dom’s cock until the strapping ended.
I had a mere ten seconds of respite before Devin greeted another friend. This time, it was the unmistakable flick of a cane that bit my exposed ass. My cry was muffled by Devin’s cock. I prayed that the mystery sadist behind me would lose interest quickly, because canes hurt so badly. Perhaps if I was perfectly still, and didn’t twitch my butt back and forth, making it an irresistible target…
But I didn’t have that kind of control. I bucked my hips and tried to evade the hot, agonizing strokes, but the cuffs around my ankles kept me from moving. I was sobbing so hard by the fifth stroke that I had to spit Devin’s cock out of my mouth to take a breath. “I can’t,” I said. “Please…”
“You can. This doesn’t end until I say it ends, so concentrate and suck my dick.”
Oh shit. Oh holy shit.Would I be spanked by an endless line of Doms until I made him come? It was really hard to give quality blowjobs when you were dying of pain. Another cane stroke, and I almost reached back.
“Don’t you dare,” he scolded, shoving especially deep. “Put those hands on your tits so I can see them. Squeeze your nipples.”
I did, and that was when the first tear rolled down my cheek. It was partly from the blowjob, from his steady, unrelenting thrusts into my throat, but it was from the powerlessness too, and the fear that I wouldn’t be able to endure what he wanted.
“Squeeze your nipples harder,” he said. “So it hurts.”
I was paddled next, with a thin, stinging type of implement. Maybe it was a wooden spoon. Now that my hands had something to do, it was easier not to reach back, but my nipples were paying the price. Whoever was paddling me stopped every few licks and prodded at the butt plug, pushing it deeper and taunting that I ought to have my ass fucked when my spankings were over.
I strained to look up at Devin, both comforted by his presence, and scared of him. Something in his expression turned tender, just for a moment.
“You’re crying real tears,” he said. “Your makeup’s a mess.”
