My Life as an Exhibitionist Ch. 04

New Partners, Experiences, Experimentation and Martha's Magical Mystery Tour

Following my Birthday party (Ch 3), Diana moved into my apartment, and she arranged another couple of similar events. Participants always included Alice, her best friend; Sonya, her friend from work; Joan, her ex-landlady and our neighbours, Rodney and Allan. They in turn invited a few of their friends. I would welcome them at the door, naked, serve drinks, join them for conversation and food at my table, clear away the dishes, and serve coffee and liqueur in the lounge room after eating. It was all very normal, apart from my nudity.

Each time I would wear my penis rings with lead, and my wrist, ankle and neck bands. Diana would play a few little games, quite innocuous really, when my cock might get some extra attention, or my bottom accommodating some mild flogging with one of her toys. Diana would have liked to be naked too, but resisted the desire in deference to the fact that these were my little episodes, and there should be no competition from her, only encouragement.

At other times, when in our apartment, we were almost always without clothes. The front door was always open, to allow a breeze, and Rod and Allan would let themselves in each morning we drove them with us to our office, dropping them on the way. Sometimes they were early enough for a cup of tea, before we dressed and left.

Diana began to encourage me to undertake little chores while undressed. I would take our garbage down to the bins in the morning. When we came home, I would undress before going downstairs to the foyer to fetch our mail. I might go back down to the car to fetch something. We would sit out on our little balcony on weekends, to have breakfast, or lunch, sometimes with a fully clothed Rod and Allan, and chat to any other neighbour who might be passing. These people were usually shocked to see one or both of us in the buff, but in time they got used to it, treating us as only a little eccentric.

We were to visit a new world with Martha. She was in her late thirties, and a senior partner in a firm specialising in insolvencies, bankruptcies and corporate reorganisations. She was tall, thin, and almost androgynous. She was always very smartly dressed, but rarely in a feminine way. Her face and hair were quite severe. Soon after my Birthday party, she invited us to her apartment for dinner one night during the week. The apartment was small but luxurious, overlooking the harbour in almost every direction. The furnishings were stark, spare and very expensive, and original oil paintings adorned the walls. The music was usually not loud, but mixing choral with orchestral – a Mahler Symphony or song cycle, some Shostakovich or Richard Strauss.

On our arrival we were introduced to two other guests, both men in their sixties or even seventies, who shared another apartment in her block. The meal was catered, with the chef serving the dishes from the kitchen, and a young girl serving the drinks. Conversation ranged from politics to religion, was animated but polite. After the meal, the caterers left and we moved to the lounge, taking in the view. The conversation turned to sex. The old guys had been gay lovers for over 30 years. Martha announced that she had tried both men and women, but had found little enjoyment with either, until she had discovered her interest in domination and discipline. She had not had normal sex for over 10 years. She described Diana to the men as an over-sexed exhibitionist, verging on nymphomania. Diana was a little embarrassed by this frank but accurate assessment. She then described me as an exhibitionist with as yet untapped potential for being dominated and disciplined.

With no further pleasantries, she suggested that I explore my subservient side by taking my clothes off, and going to the kitchen to make and serve coffee. It was almost by way of an order. I found myself complying without question. The kitchen was adorned with a very professional-looking espresso machine. I found the crockery and accessories already laid out. I could hear conversation from the next room, but not enough to make out what was being said. The noise of the coffee machine did not help.

I returned with a tray of five coffees, sugar cubes and cream. Diana was naked, standing between and close to the two older gentlemen, who studied her intently with eyes and hands. Martha explained that, although homosexual, the gentlemen were lovers of fine arts, particularly sculpture, and greatly admired beauty, whether it was male or female.

As I served the coffees, Diana was invited to sit down and I was asked to stay standing where she had been. The guys put their coffees on the small table beside them, and began to explore my nakedness, with eyes and hands. The touching was much more scholarly than sensual. It was like feeling the texture of cashmere, or silk. Even so, my penis was soon stiffening, and the gentlemen both commented approvingly. Martha picked up my coffee, and brought it to me while the old gays sat back, sipped their own coffee, and continued to study and comment on every aspect of my nudity.

Martha then produced a whip with many strands of soft rubber, which she gave to Diana, telling her to administer some mild discipline to my bottom, as I knelt side-on before the two gentlemen. After a few strokes, Diana was told to increase the effort. One of the guys then asked Diana to stop. One of them softly surveyed my bottom with his hand, to feel any impact the whip was having. Martha then took over, with greater enthusiasm than Diana, before her handiwork was again studied by our gay friend with his soft and inquisitive hand.

Diana was told to replace me and I was offered the whip. This did not appeal to me, and as I refused, Martha asked if I would mind her administering a few strokes.

"As long as Diana agrees" I gallantly responded.

Martha took a smaller but similar whip to Diana's not-too-receptive posterior and our gay surveyor again studied the result with his gentle hand.

We were then invited to sit and describe our feelings, not just towards our own punishment, but to that of each other's.

"I enjoyed it, I must say. Martha was better than Diana, because I felt she was enjoying it, while Diana was seemingly reluctant. But it was the exposure and sense of humiliation and submission that I enjoyed more than the discipline itself. Watching Diana being punished did nothing for me, but I was turned on by her sense of submission and vulnerability."

On the other hand, Diana commented "I did not enjoy my own punishment, nor did I like the feeling of humiliation. But I was thoroughly turned on by his predicament, and I do disagree that I felt reluctant. Sensing his enjoyment is what excites me."

Each gentleman admitted enjoying the spectacle, as much with Diana as with me. They thought we were both beautiful in our own ways, and "jolly good sports."

Martha summarised that she had not been surprised by what she had seen and heard. Although we were both exhibitionists, what bound us was my penchant for submission and humiliation, corresponding to Diana's desire to satisfy me, whilst dominating sexually. "I'd like to suggest we explore these feelings further at my home in the Southern Highlands one weekend soon. I'm sure I can encourage a few of my friends there to help us."

Her country home was less than two hour's drive from Sydney. Martha collected us from home after work on Friday night. The house was magnificent, with sprawling, well-maintained gardens, a pool, and a tennis court. It had been in her family for three generations. A middle-aged couple lived on the property, in a separate building, and it was their job to manage it. Martha would visit it almost every weekend, and took her holidays there. The furnishings were antique, the art 19th century, and all restorations in sympathy with that period.

After a healthy breakfast Saturday morning, we took a dip in the pool, naked of course, and then Martha gave us robes and took us on a tour of the house. The highlight was the auditorium. It was quite a large room, with a stage at one end, and a short runway jutting out into the room from the stage. Behind the stage curtains was a grand piano. Surrounding the runway some twelve or so chairs were set up, with room for maybe 20 more chairs which were stacked against the walls.

Martha explained that she was the patron of the local music society, and small recitals were often given in this room. Occasionally a string quartet would perform, and they enjoyed being naked at the time. We might like to see them some time.

On the runway stood a metal, rope, leather and pulley contraption that reminded me of a piece of gym equipment. Facing the end of the runway was a bench with an adjustable back.

Martha asked me for my robe, and to join her on the runway. She then proceeded to strap me into her apparatus. One leather strap, about three inches wide, was placed behind my shoulders, with my arms extending along it to my wrists which were locked into the strap. Another strap was placed behind my knees. A third strap, which I was told was optional, was placed behind my back, just above the buttocks. These straps were attached via pulleys to a variety of metal posts. She manoeuvred the contraption so that my body went back with the weight on the top two straps, and my feet left the floor. The feet were then separated widely and locked in at the ankles to some bracelets hanging from the apparatus. The system was then adjusted in a variety of ways so that my body could be almost horizontal, to almost sitting up, to having the feet and shoulders considerably higher than the posterior. In all positions, the body swung gently, and the feeling of exposure and vulnerability intense.

Before releasing me, she gently removed the strap that supported my back. The intensity was magnified, and the strain on my shoulders, knees and ankles compounded. Upon release, I was turned around, and tethered to the device again, with the straps now supporting the front of my body. The process was repeated except that the central strap was never removed.

During this whole process Diana had moved around the runway, gasping and marvelling at how exposed and vulnerable I looked, hanging nude and helpless in mid air.

Martha then gave Diana a similar demonstration of the apparatus, while I watched in awe. Martha then advised us that she had invited some people over for a show, at which we were to be the star attractions demonstrating the versatility of the apparatus that she had labelled "Martha's Magical Mystery Tour". She guaranteed full anonymity for both the entertainers, and the spectators. We both enthusiastically accepted the invitation.

Firstly we must undergo some preliminary training sessions. Martha asked Diana to leave the room, and enjoy the other pleasures of the house and gardens. I was then re-attached to her equipment, before she wheeled out, from behind the curtain, a trolley containing an ample assortment of whips, ticklers, penis and testicle toys, dildos, oils and other articles of dubious utility. She went through much of the range, asking me for my comments, and discarding those items that I found too painful, or not stimulating. Some paddles were too rigid, and the flesh of my bottom was insufficient to protect the bones beneath. Sharp clips that were designed to break some flesh around the nipples, testicles or penis were not even demonstrated. A set of clips designed to hold a woman's hair into a bun, were nearly discarded. Each was about 2 to 3 inches long, metallic with sharpish teeth, and slightly curved. If applied gently, they pinched but did not penetrate. I could accommodate two along the top of my penis, two along the bottom. We did not even try attaching them elsewhere.

I could tolerate light flogging of the penis with soft, short, rubber or silk multi-strand whips, but not on the testicles. This was noted. Before trying a dildo-type device, Martha asked if I was a bum hole virgin. Given that I was, was I reluctant to "give it a go?" As I was now up for almost anything, I accepted the challenge. Martha preferred to keep my dildo debut for the wider audience.

After a light lunch, Diana went through her training, without my presence. I did not know until later that she did not undergo the full variety of experiences allocated to me. She was suspended upwards and downwards from the apparatus, and "pleasured" with ticklers and toys, but her training for the whips and clips was in application, rather than reception. Martha volunteered herself to receive Diana's practice strokes.

We then rested for the remainder of the afternoon, before taking a light dinner. We took great care in removing any stubble from our respective pubic areas, even though we both liked to maintain baldness there as a matter of course. We showered, and waited expectantly in our room for our curtain call.

When Martha came to collect us, she attached a mask to each of us, covering hair, forehead, nose, ears and chin. She was in a black leather outfit, without a mask. The door to the auditorium opened, casting a little light, until complete darkness again filled the room as the door shut behind us. There was enough time to notice a number of heads seemingly covered as we were, seated around the runway, and wearing what appeared to be dark capes. Martha directed a pencil torch to the floor, as she escorted us to the steps and onto the runway. A piano played works by Debussy. A very bright light then focussed on the apparatus, with the three of us standing beside it, Diana and I naked but for the mask. A gentle applause greeted us as we struggled to adjust to the light.

As Diana proceeded to attach me, Martha introduced us, using only our first names, and gave a short summary of what would be on show, and what rules of behaviour were to be honoured. The show then began, as I could make out just the silhouettes of the first row of spectators. However my main focus was on Diana, and Martha as she stepped back behind me out of view. Diana began a little clumsily and nervously, attaching an adjustable ring to my cock, and hanging from it, perhaps an inch below, a small transparent bucket, not much bigger than a thimble. It became apparent that this was to collect the pre-cum that had already begun to flow from me. I had expected Martha to be the administrator, but having Diana in this role surprised and excited me. She spoke to me, asking how I liked what she was doing, did I want her to stop, continue or increase the pressure. Soon I knew she was breathing heavily, and the odour from her pussy must have been obvious to all.

Although there was a series of activities, I was soon in such ecstasy that the whole procedure almost seemed to merge into a single eventt. I did notice that after the application of each toy, a member of the audience was invited on stage for a repeat. Occasionally Martha stepped forward to replace Diana. Sometimes I heard myself moan or even yelp. I know I squirmed and wriggled a lot, but these feelings were almost as if I was an observer, rather than the actor. As euphoria overcame me, I fell more and more into the state of not discerning anything other than pleasure, not so much intense, as it was blissful, even peaceful.

I seemed to sense the ring being released from my cock, and the bucket detached. Later I learned that its contents were used by Diana to lubricate my bottom hole, as I vaguely heard Martha announce my maiden anal penetration. One device replaced another in that virginal hole, as my cock was gently stroked. I was now more aware, and remember that the pleasure came from extracting the devices, not their insertion. I also recall that I was now positioned with my bum in the air, and my head much lower, as I watched my cock receive its so-called punishment. I was unaware of who was doing what. I could hear the whirring as a dildo vibrated inside me, and I could feel it, but I cannot say it pleasured me.

At some stage I must have had the centre strap removed, but this did not enter my consciousness. Nor barely did releasing me and turning me around. The finale however is etched forever in my memory. I was held parallel to the floor, face down, with strokes raining down on my bottom. Diana had positioned herself under me, lying on her back facing me, stroking and pulling down on my penis, as the whipping intensified. I felt the harness jerking and swaying as I exploded, and Diana directed the squirts over her body, from face to pussy.

Then the lights went out, and the music stopped. The applause lasted for minutes. The lights returned, but dimmed. I was released by Martha, and with Diana stood to another round of applause. Intermission was announced, and the masked, caped audience filed out of the room. There was a bathroom attached to the auditorium. I was covered in sweat, Diana in my semen. We showered, and Diana applied some balm to my stinging posterior, and to my flaccid cock which had become quite sore.

Martha came for me first. She led me to the bench at the tip of the runway, telling me how well our show had been received. I was gushing thanks for allowing me the experience. She promised I had much more enjoyment to come, as she spread and tied my feet, and shackled my wrists to my side, and adjusted the back until I was half sitting. The lights dimmed, the piano started up again from behind the curtain, and I was staring straight at and up to the apparatus, only about two metres from my eyes. Martha left, and complete darkness fell.

A few moments later, the door opened as a spotlight focussed directly around the area of my cock. The audience returned, and took their seats. Another spot fell on the apparatus, as Martha entered, leading a nude but masked Diana by the hand onto the runway. Applause exploded, and continued as Martha positioned Diana on the equipment, such that I looked straight up into her widely spread legs. Her pussy was already inflamed, glistening, and exuding her trademark odour of arousal. Martha announced the program and rules.

If I had experienced euphoria before, now began an entirely different kind of ecstasy. Martha and selected audience caressed Diana's entire body. Care was taken not to get in the way of my view. She was kissed, licked, fondled and feathered from toes to neck. She writhed with pleasure, moaned in ecstasy, and screamed in orgasm. She was turned over. The caressing resumed. Martha asked her if she wanted cock.

"Yes!"

"Louder."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

One person was invited on stage, lifted his cape, and started rubbing his cock across a stiffening nipple. Another invitee placed his cock in one of her hands. Another placed his erection in front of her mouth.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes!"

"Beg for it!"

"I want it in my mouth! Give it to me! Please!!"

Martha rocked the harness forward, as Diana eagerly took the cock into her mouth, and its owner pulled her head back and forth on it.

She was rolled back over, and her hands released. The other hand was now occupied. A different cock filled her mouth. Her hands darted backwards and forwards from the cocks by her side, to the one in her mouth, as other cocks caressed her legs and stomach. All the while Martha stood to one side, working a long feather up and down her pussy. The feather gave way to a rubber dildo covered in rubber pimples, which roamed up and down, side to side, in and out of the greedy opening, helped once or twice by a hand released momentarily from other duties.

The first cock erupted, distributing its load across her tits. Then another. And another.

"Do you want one in your cunt?"

"Now! Now! Please! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

Martha placed the dildo into an appreciative hand, descended the steps, released me and led me by my straining, dribbling penis to the runway. She took the dildo from its intervening operator in one hand, moving my penis closer with the other.