Authors: Michael Malflic
“I was sure it was ok, but someone took my hands outside.”
Vincent slowly lowered her for the first time in a while her feet were planted firmly on the floor. “If I keep you lowered will you stop pulling so hard?” He paused and
grinned
a grin that she couldn’t see but could imagine “for now” an indication that he was only beginning her evening rather than a midpoint or an ending.
“Yes.”
Nadrea
said agreeing playfully.
“You’d better not, now my dear you are not in control, and you will not be for quite some time, but despite what is about to happen to you I won’t let anyone harm you.”
Nadrea
nodded in agreement as Vincent continued to speak “Struggle and scream all you want but I’ll decide when you are done”
“Yes sir.” she said assuming willingly her role as an object, her terror giving way to nervous excitement.
“Good then I’ll get the ladies to help us.” His wooden heels echoed on the cold dark concrete floor of the small dark room, the door opened, the din of the club in the background filled the room as Nina & Cindy reentered, their heels clicking across the floor as they approached her.
“Dress her in this.” He said handing them a black leather corset and latex thong. “And these
shoes,
have your way with her but don’t wear her out and don’t let her come.” He added walking through the door “I have to check on a few things. Make sure she’s ready when I get back.”
“Are you ok?” the Cherub asked.
“I’m fine”
Nadrea
replied as if she was asked how her meal was in a fancy restaurant. So the Cherub continued “I’m going to need to un-cuff you” she said reaching for the soft pink restraints holding her arms overhead, their pastel color gentle and not the shade one would have chosen for an intensely dark experience but rather looked like something one might choose who was curious about the lifestyle, these were however not vanity cuffs, thin cheaply constructed little toys for light players, these were not for playfully restraining an overly pampered blonde waif like suburban
housewife who thought she had dark desires, they were thick and strong, they were despite the suggested feminine qualities of the color strictly business.
“I won’t struggle”
Nadrea
stated her eyes still lowered, she stood motionless as her arms were released and her skirt was unzipped and fell to the ground. Stepping out of it like a routine occurrence Nina scampered to pick it up off the cold concrete floor taking the opportunity to introduce
herself
.
“I’m Nina
” she
said “the girl from the show.”
Then kissing
Nadrea
on the front of her thighs.
“My pleasure, I’m
Nadrea
.”
“But not too much pleasure yet he’s only getting started.” The Cherub’s voice chimed in.
Nadrea
asked confidently “And you are?”
The Cherub replied “Cindy, the one wearing your hand print.” And then she demanded “Take off your own blouse.” And
Nadrea
complied and again Nina collected it folding it neatly with ease like a girl who you would find at the GAP keeping the shirt displays looking catalog perfect then placing it on top of the already perfectly folded skirt. Then Cindy stepped in to unclasp
Nadrea’s
bra casually it flipping through the air toward Nina who again folded it and placed it neatly on the table. “Hands” Nina asked and her angelic appearance gave way to her demonic intentions as she cuffed both hands together with a carbineer then extending
Nadrea’s
Arms far above her head securing them to a solid metal bar with a battered clasp that more than likely had seen its fair share of abuse.
After a few minutes Cindy the angelic looking Cherub slid
Nadrea’s
blindfold down from her eyes and as it began to dangle draped along her thin neck her slowly drew back into focus to find her own image reflected by a mirror. She was shamelessly on display in the small dark room. Cindy broke the electric silence “Wouldn’t want him to think this was turning you on” she said cupping
Nadrea’s
breasts before violent pinching them all but crushing her nipples between a thumb and fore finger,
Nadrea
melting into the delightfully sharp sensation, relishing in the pain. Then Cindy repaid
Nadrea
for the earlier abuse with a firm slap across the face. For Cindy it was not sexual it was revenge, a revenge that was just getting started in her mind.
Now as
Nadrea
stood there hands overhead Nina and Cindy wrapped her in a leather corset lacing it snuggly then drawing each eyelet tighter from the bottom up again tying it off, and as soon as
Nadrea
could adjust to the sensation the pair began again this time tightening it a little more, drawing the leather ends closer together straining ribbon used to tie it. It was now tight but not yet unbearably so.
Nadrea’s
look was then complimented with the latex thong and shoes as instructed. The pair then sat on the couch laden with not much more erotic tension than they would have had going to the DMV, a few minutes later Vincent returned.
“Is she enjoying herself?” he asked.
“A little too much” Michele responded “And no one’s touching her”.
As Vincent unclasped her hand from the bar “Follow me.”
“No”
Nadrea
said in a playful and defiant tone and a stinging smack landed on her bare un-tensed ass, the impact cause her to take in a deep breath and for the first time the corset was not just tight but it was restrictive and pinching, her arms not being overhead had caused her back and chest to expand differently into the leather that was restraining her, it was only then that she realized what the pair had done so perfectly setting her up to be tormented by the garment at a later time without her realization of what was coming. After the smack and the realization of the uncomfortable tightness of the corset but before she could react Vincent had lifted her off the ground and had thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of cement
mix.
“Oh, if you insist” she stated playfully as he carried her with ease out of the small room into a hall way calling back for the other two “bring the bag.” As they made their way down the hallway past the depraved and sexually twisted patrons of the establishment she recognized where she now was, understanding but not fully what his intentions were as they entered the main club. She just rested across his broad shoulder as he carried her bare ass in the air and cuffed hands dangling behind him her excitement began to build a gain, the fatigue of the ride and the terror of the unknown had exhausted her but she found a second rush of energy realizing that he was as the Cherub had said merely getting started. They walked past the fetish crowd in various states of dress and undress delighting in pleasures and
pains most people would never dare to understand. Vincent walked purposefully and
Nadrea
drank it all in, the Cherub Cindy and Nina following just slightly behind. Cindy was grinning fiendishly while carrying a gym bag in her left hand.
The lights pulsated in time with the churning music that muffled the persistent thumping and smacking sounds from those engaged in other activities, murmurs of pleasure and screams of pain both real and feigned could be heard as you passed by. Finally the entourage looped past the main play room which
Nadrea
expected to enter, around the dance floor and up to the very front of the club. Vincent was two steps up the stairs at the front of the club ascending to the main stage and display area before
Nadrea
realized where they were headed.
Nadrea
found herself standing at the top of the stairs on the main platform at the front of the club, the DJ grooving away to her left, the room swarming with a sea of black contrasted by varying shades of flesh, suddenly
Nadrea
was self conscious and all too aware of her soft pink cuffs that stood out in contrast to the otherwise ocean of darkness.
They were standing there in front of the dancers, the voyeurs, the unattached, and predominately male crowd some occasionally glancing toward them. The room was a mixture of those who lived completely with in this nontraditional lifestyle, many quietly without any public admission of who they were. They lived socializing in small mostly hidden groups & societies, always cautious, always guarding their actions and their secrets for a fear of being
outed
to an intolerant vanilla Christian world. Then there were those who came in from out of town, small town folks who were mostly curious perhaps they were looking for something more, a few memories of the city that weren’t on the gray line tour stops. In
Nadrea’s
mind it was different she was being watched intently by everyone, she felt as though she was the center of the twisted little universe imagining that they all wished that they were standing there in her place. Vincent led her to the center of the platform, releasing her clasped together hands and then chaining them individually to the silver one inch rings glimmering with the flashing colors from the clubs lights. Her hands slightly higher than her shoulders relived some the pinching of the corset, which while annoying had not yet become unbearable. Another pair of the embarrassing petal pink cuffs were removed from Vincent’s bag and handed to Nina and the Cherub. The two moved slowly with deliberate intention as they fastened the stiff pink leather tightly around
Nadrea’s
ankles, drawing them in snugly just above the top of her shoes the cuff’s bottom brushing uncomfortably against the top of her ankle bone, Vincent knelt down and chained her legs to the rack, her feet extended a foot or so wider than her shoulders on each side, her back arched, and her knees locked as
Nadrea’s
chest was thrown forward just to keep her balance as she tittered on her 4 in high gloss black PVC heels. Vincent stepped back admiring her posture with the back drop of the undulating dance floor pulsating in front of her. Nina and the Cherub stood in the back ground like the minions of hell waiting to and wondering when they would be called into action and rise up against the powers in heaven to deliver their wickedness. One of them knew their purpose the other didn’t. “Close your eyes” Vincent stated taking the already moist blind fold that was dangling around her neck and over her eyes again stepping back to admire her. Leaving her there for a few minutes her body tensing from the posture her body caused
Nadrea
began to sense movement close to her, not the obvious movement of the club in front of her but her own body as she pulled against her restraints and the floor which could be rotated on a track built into the center of the main stages platform. What looked simple like a circular piece of laminate flooring serves as a way to move ones partner and display the at different angles to the rest of the club.
Nadrea
had been turned 1/3 of the way toward the lounge area, A few minutes later Vincent approached her.
“Are you ready to begin?” he asked. Nina standing next to him saw her nod in agreement. “When you count to ten we’ll begin.”
Nadrea
counted slowly swallowing hard, her anticipation growing between saying nine and ten not knowing what is coming next. Vincent placed a hand on the front of her hip and smacked her inner thigh, then the other alternating his smacks from side to side as they began to sting and glow. He removed his hand and a few seconds later another was placed on her hip. She could instantly tell it was not Vincent’s. There was a different the impression on her skin, it was noticeably smaller. Again her thighs were struck, the hand was small but each stung more than the last.
Nadrea
opened her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of her tormentor but the blindfold pressed against her long dark lashes and as her eyes tried to focus all she could see was the darkness of the blindfold. Just as she had settled in the alternating rhythm three crisp precise blows were delivered between her legs causing
Nadrea
to lose her balance and lunge forward. The hand was removed and a few minutes later another was placed on her this time on the opposite
hip,
This
time the touch was tentative. “Are you ready?” Nina asked, herself still unsure if she was ready herself.
Nadrea’s
thighs still stinging simply answered “Yes”.