She strode to the front of the stage. “I have some final preparations before I start “working” these two, but as you all know, there is one other preparation that needs to be made. Have you all refreshed your drinks? Please indicate if you would like more, and my young assistants will oblige you.”
There was brief activity as glasses were topped up. Then the Mistress clapped her hands together and called out, “Screens.”
The naked youths disappeared into the back of the room and returned wheeling vintage hospital screens, tubular frames on trolley wheels with gathered muslin curtains clipped to them. Trip by trip, the screens were brought and positioned between each group of guests, with Mistress monitoring from the dais and having them adjusted until each group had a clear view of the stage but were screened off completely from other guests.
When all was done and silence had again descended, Mistress Violette came to the front of the stage and faced her audience. “Does everyone have a good view of both stations? We tested it all earlier today. Right, let’s begin.”
Some lights dimmed until only the stage was highlighted. The slave’s cage was removed and handed to an attendant. Madame Violette took his cock in her grip, and efficiently worked it until it was again fully erect, pointing straight out from his torso. A connoisseur might opine that it was a handsome cock; it was certainly girthy and veiny, and had a large mushroom head that was now florid with arousal.
She then took a long red cord from her attendant, fed a metal hook onto it, and started binding the slave’s genitals, first wrapping and knotting winds tightly around his base, then separating each ball with more windings, and finally returning to tie a bow touching his stomach. Before she started, she had manipulated his cock into full tumescence with oil, and kept fingering and handling him as she wound the cords around it to maintain his level of engorgement. Now his private parts were swollen, purple, and fully rigid. As a final touch, Violette took several metal weights from the attendant and hung them from the hook beneath his scrotum, dragging all his parts down and holding them in place.
With a parting whack to his cock that made him flinch again, she turned towards her audience.
“Unlike you, for whom all this is an unravelling narrative, this unfortunate has some idea of what awaits him. So now he can ponder his fate while we add some decorations to our other victim!”
She chuckled at her own joke, then clapped her hands again. Obviously the whole performance was choreographed, for within an instant another of her assistants was waiting alongside the birdcage proffering a cushion that had gleams of metal on it.
Madame Violette crossed to where the girl was transfixed, her eyes full of apprehension as they watched her mistress’s approach. When she was facing the girl, the mistress fondled and caressed her nipples and breasts until the girl involuntarily writhed and moaned in arousal. Suddenly she slapped the girl’s face hard, twice, each palm leaving an imprint on the girl’s cheeks, waggling a warning finger in her face against any more movements. Then she started slapping the breasts, which swung back and forth with the impacts, reddening quickly, until she again started rubbing the nipples gently.
Reaching back to the proffered cushion, Madame took two objects and carefully clipped them to the girl’s hard nubs, gathering a good amount of tissue. They were black and looked like large batteries, dragging the nipples down and even dimpling the breasts slightly with their weight. More silver weights were attached to the slave’s labia, each one dragging her lips down more and more, while the obedient girl now stayed motionless.
Again, obviously choreographed, another boy was waiting with a ring gag. With obvious pleasure, Madame Violette slid it into the slave’s mouth and buckled it tightly so that her cheeks were stretched backwards, and drool started immediately running down her chin.
“Poke your tongue out.” Again, the command was intended to be heard by all.
Bamboo chopsticks, fixed with rubber bands at each end, were opened and slid back up the poor slave’s tongue until it poked out grotesquely through the metal ring gag.
Finally the Madame seemed satisfied with her decorations. Reaching to the nipple weights, she twisted each one until they started a low hum.
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more to come for her too! Everyone enjoying themselves?” she asked out across the seated area. The clapping and cheers were enthusiastic.
“Well, please feel free to make yourselves more….comfortable. The action is about to heat up.”
There was a general rustling of clothing and cases being opened. Some couples had earlier rearranged themselves, with one partner already in a submissive kneeling position beside their top, the helpful boy attendants having removed chairs when summoned. But now there was a general shuffling and rearranging going on. The evening had reached its main event. This was what everyone had come for.
Madame Violette allowed herself a long gulp of champagne from yet another tray brought to her side, then snapped her fingers again to summon a youth, who came running carrying a long leather case. From in it, she withdrew a number of implements, mostly small items.
Leaving the case with the youth, she sauntered over to where the muscular slave remained totally unable to move. His cock had lost some of its engorgement, but still remained vividly purple.
The star of the evening pretended to ponder. “Now what shall we start with? I wonder….so many choices…”
She extracted a small flogger from the collection of implements. “Let’s start with a general warming up, shall we..?”
Again the prodomme turned to better address her audience. “All these implements of impact play are designed to be stingy rather than have a great impact. They are small, but all are very effective and each has its own sensation and effect on sensitive tissues. I intend to slowly and deliberately change the colour of this slave’s cock until it is just one big bruise!”
The slave shifted nervously in his relentless restraints, but when they arrived her slashes were accurate and rapid, and he could not evade her at all, his cock bouncing around with each visit of the thongs. His shoulders and arms wriggled and writhed, but his pelvis was completely unable to budge. After maybe a minute of unbroken lashes, accompanied by shrill but muffled protests from behind the ball gag, she paused and turned to the audience, holding up the flogger.
“I know many of you are equipment geeks….” She waited for an affirmatory response, “This is not leather but silicone, and it stings like hell! ”
As if to emphasise the point, she suddenly turned on her heel, her arm already swinging from high to bring the implement straight down on her poor subject’s shaft with full force. His entire body arched into a rictus of pain. Then she was sweeping from side to side, making the now-florid shaft flap back and forth in rhythm with her unceasing strokes.
Finally she stepped back, dipping her fingers quickly into her pouting slit, then held them up for the audience to see them glistening. “OK. I’m warmed up!”
She turned away, but looked over her shoulder to the audience. “Did you think I meant warming this pathetic creature up? No, I meant me!” Her soft chuckles continued as she dropped the flogger back into the hands of the attendant, and moved across the stage to face the nervous slavegirl.
“Yes, darling. I am fully warmed up now, and you are going to be the lucky recipient of my enthusiasm. I think we have left you marinating for long enough. It’s time to turn up the action!”
Still chuckling to herself, she slowly removed the nipple clips from each breast and turned them off, ignoring the slave’s anguished gasps of pain. Indicating with her finger for the attendant waiting in the nearby wing to approach with his tray, she took a small bottle of oil and worked both breasts until they were glistening.
“No, this is not for looks, ” Madame’s voice rang clearly through the performance space. “This gel is also conductive. So I guess you….and this little slut…know what’s coming next!” This time her laughter was outright, as she stretched strong rubber bands to the base of each breast until there was a wide collar of black constricting them tightly, and like the manslave’s cock, they were engorged and their nipples were twice their original size. Then she reached for an e-stim unit, which she hooked to the frame, and carefully attached wide clamps onto each nipple, pulling them out rudely to get plenty of purchase. Another unit was laid on the floor, and clamps were connected to the weights already hanging from the poor girl’s pussy rings.
Madame Violette once again turned to her audience, clearly enjoying being the Mistress of Ceremonies. “What a pretty picture! But you all know me. Enough is never enough! Let’s add the pièce de résistance!”
The attendant produced a somewhat larger unit, which he placed on the floor before the shaking girl. Madame Violette took some time to attach pads to the metal shaft disappearing into the girl’s pussy, and two large pads on her shaven mons, one in each groin down where her fleshy labia started, leaving the triskelion tattoo which adorned her lower belly still showing.
“That’s more like it! Now, let’s see if we can get these all coordinated like a musical instrument! I’m going to set each one to a simple cycle of on/off, and hopefully we can get them to stay in rhythm if the controls tell the truth.”
She started with the pussy lips, adjusting the knobs until the girl’s hips bucked rigid, then collapsed, then bucked again a few seconds later. “Don’t worry, slut. You’ll get used to that, and besides you’ll soon have other things to worry about!”
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