Wanting It All Ch. 09byLBGrant©
Tiffany spends her first few minutes alone trying to calm her ragged nerves. New emotions flood in on her with each passing moment; all crashing in at the same time. Conflicting...confusing..crazy emotions.
She's furious with Lukus for tying her down and forcing her to witness her best friend's humiliating punishment. She's angry with Brianna for cheating on Markus with that asshole Jake and putting herself in danger yet again. She's disgusted with Markus and his inability to be man enough to come deal with his wife himself. She's terrified of what she's going to be forced to watch tonight. Yet the most confusing emotion of all is a small part of her is anxious ...no...excited to see Lukus in all of his Dom glory. That excitement, in turn, leads her to her strongest emotion of all....self-loathing.
'I can't believe how easily I fell for him. I actually orgasmed in his kitchen, for God's sake. Have you no pride, Tiffany?'
Panicking, Tiffany wants to scream at him to come let her go. She wants to stay furious at him for tying her up...for gagging her. This wasn't supposed to be part of the deal. Only after several panicked minutes does she realize she has to let go of the anger, knowing it's futile to waste her energy.
'Lukus won't let me go. Not until he's good and ready. And he's definitely not ready.'
Tiff closes her eyes, letting the techno beat of the dance music pump through her veins. She focuses on Brianna talking about how liberating it can feel to be tied down...surrendering when forced to accept a punishment. At the time, Tiffany didn't really connect with what her friend was saying. But here...now... despite her, or maybe because of her precarious position, Tiffany feels her own submissive feelings stirring inside. She focuses on how helpless she feels right now... tied down...immobile...forced to watch something she normally would have shied away from....forced into silence.
Within a few short minutes of inner reflection, she finds she's made the tricky journey from confident woman to submissive...and it scares the shit out of her that she sort-of likes it. She allows the feeling of surrender to settle in. She recognizes that through her precarious position, she feels suddenly more alive...aware of every nuance of her body; the stretch of her immobile muscles...the throbbing of her pussy as it remembers how Lukus' touch had brought it surprising and explosive relief only a few hours ago...the ache of her wide-open mouth that makes her think of how wonderful it would be if Lukus were to come replace the ball-gag with that oversized cock she's been admiring through his too-tight jeans. She knows the surrender has to be attributed to all she's seen and experienced in the last few hours.
When it comes to the men in her life, she has always called the shots, usually out of necessity. It wasn't like she went out there and tried to pick men who couldn't be bothered to see through the thin veil of assertiveness she wears as camouflage over the vulnerable, submissive woman that lay just underneath her surface. For the first time in a very long time, she's met a man who seems to be able to penetrate her veil and now he seems to be rattling around inside her head...and other body parts.
Somewhere deep down inside, an explosive storm is brewing and right now she's driven to catch this dangerous man's attention. She wants him like no man ever before. She can feel her resistance slipping...feel herself free-falling until she wants to beg to have this ball-gag removed and have his hard erection shoved down her throat. She doesn't just want to give Lukus a simple blowjob. No. She wants him to face-fuck her...to use her helpless mouth as repayment for the explosive orgasm he had generously given her. She knows something revolutionary has changed when she recognizes that she actually wants him to come in her mouth and force her to swallow every last drop of his hot seed as he spurts it down her throat. She has traditionally been a 'no-swallow' kind of girl. Yet here...tonight...she finds she wants anything and everything that sexy man can dish out.
Tiff isn't sure how long she waits there, splayed open and tied immobile to the chair, but it's long enough for the drool to begin spilling out on both sides of the oversized red gag in her mouth. She should be embarrassed at the loss of such a simple body function, but it only enhances her feeling of surrender to the moment. Her limbs are now stiff and her panic at being left alone is returning, but for a completely new reason. The desire to see him again is near consuming and she desperately wishes Lukus would come check on her or at the very least peek out from behind the two-story red curtains still covering the front of the stage, hiding the activity behind.
She's actually getting sleepy and about to doze off by the time she hears a commotion on the other side of the curtains. The lights in the audience pit where Tiffany is located suddenly go out, throwing the entire club into complete darkness. It only lasts a few seconds before new music starts pumping louder, signaling the start of the show. Within minutes, the curtains begin to open slowly, revealing the dimly lit secrets held behind them.
Tiffany had tried to prepare herself mentally for what she would see, but it's quickly clear she'd failed miserably. Nothing could have prepared her for what she sees on-stage.
Brianna is naked, center stage. Her arms are stretched high above her head, spread wide apart and attached to two hooks hanging down from the rafters, latching onto her leather wrist cuffs. She's facing Tiffany at a slight angle. Just her luck, she knows she'll be able see every expressive nuance on her friend's face as she receives her painful punishment. She suspects Lukus set the stage perfectly so that there will be no missing any details of the impending punishments to Bri's body.
Bri's legs are also spread wide. Her ankle cuffs are anchored to hooks in the floor, keeping her legs spread wide and vulnerable. Lukus has brought in what looks like a pommel horse, similar to those used in gymnastics, sans the handgrips. He has it positioned in front of Brianna's waist. Her arms have been pulled forward on the ceiling enough so that she's being forced to lean forward over the 'horse.' The effect is to literally have every single part of her body exposed, vulnerable and available for punishment.
Her final observation is the deep red blindfold that covers her best friend's eyes. Brianna won't be able to see any of the punishments coming before hand, and the loss of her sense of eyesight seems like a punishment in-and-of-itself.
Only now does Tiffany truly understand why Lukus gagged her. Without a doubt, she would be screaming at him right now to let Brianna go. The indignant anger she'd been successfully pushing down resurfaces, hitting her full force.
'How dare he do this to Brianna? How dare he do this to me?'
The music starts to get a bit softer and only then does Tiff hear Derek announcing the start of tonight's show as he introduces Master Lukus Mitchell, Master of Masters. Lukus bursts onto the stage, pumped up and looking ready for battle. Tiffany has never seen him like this...wearing his Dom persona as if it were a well-tailored suit. He looks so powerful...so beautifully dangerous. A strong wave of dread washes over her.
'What the hell were you thinking? This guy is hard core, Tiff. He's not the kind of guy who's going to be interested in playing house with you out in the suburbs. You need to get away from him the instant he lets you loose, even if you have to leave Brianna behind.'
Tiffany snaps her eyes closed, desperate to shut out the scene on stage. She knows she has no choice but to somehow get through watching Lukus punish Brianna. She only hopes she can make it through without getting turned on like she used to when watching punishments of strangers at the clubs she used to go to with Bri or when reading about similar punishment scenes as they happened to Beauty in that damn book.
When several minutes pass where she hears nothing new happening, she finally opens her eyes and finds Lukus standing near the front of the stage, staring out, directly at her. He'd been waiting for her to open her eyes, as if he didn't want her to miss a single minute of the upcoming torture. Her anger flares and she shoots him daggers with the only part of her body she still controls...her eyes.
'Well fuck you, Lukus Mitchell. You've pushed me too far. I'm done swimming in your shark tank, buddy.'
It feels like he can read her thoughts...pluck them right out of her mind as she has them. She can't believe he smugly stands there, staring at her....admiring her...consuming her. With each passing second, her heart races faster and faster. Despite their distance, his all-consuming gaze draws her in and she finds she can't tear her eyes away from his. Just as the electric current between them peeks, Lukus breaks out into his signature, sexy Lukus smile. The smile she had vowed she'd crawl over red-hot coals to see again.
'Well fuck me. I guess I can tread water for a bit longer.'
'What is he waiting for?'
A shudder races through Brianna's whole body. She wishes it were because she's cold, but she knows it's from the convergence of fear, humiliation, guilt and excited anticipation. A dangerous cocktail of emotions, to be sure.
After escorting her down to the backstage dungeon, Derek had been nice enough to allow her the privilege of using the damn bucket to pee in. As unpleasant as that had been, Bri had learned her lesson this morning that she should take an opportunity to go when she can, because the pain and punishment of holding it had been way worse than the humiliation of peeing in the bucket. She's grateful that Rachel had gone first so it didn't feel as humiliating tonight for some reason. She also had to acknowledge to herself that it made a difference that Lukus hadn't been there to witness her submission this time. She hadn't wanted him to think he'd won in their little battle of wills.
Brianna isn't entirely sure what's going on. She'd spent a rather anticlimactic thirty minutes back stage before finally being brought out front for the start of the show. She should've been relieved when Derek had simply parked both women kneeling near his feet in Lukus' office while he worked on the computer. While Rachel had looked quite content to kneel there patiently silent, Brianna had wanted to crawl out of her skin. With the promise of her impending punishment in front of the Saturday night crowd hanging over her head, there was little she could do to stop her brain from imagining all of the wicked things Lukus might be cooking up for tonight.
She had finally forced herself to calm down by reminding herself that she and Lukus had learned so much about each other in the last twenty-four hours. Tonight feels totally different than last night. It didn't hurt, either, that one of the most important things she'd learned is that Lukus would never hurt her....not really. In her reflection time at Derek's feet, she'd finally submitted to the notion that she'd just have to trust him again tonight.
She'd almost wavered on that thought when Lukus had finally barged in to join them in his office. She still has no clue what had gotten him so upset, but he'd been rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for something and then spent five minutes yelling at Derek for letting their stock of toys dwindle to an unacceptable selection for the variety of submissives they had to train. While she had no clue what they were really referring to, she was just relieved that for once, he wasn't pissed at her. She had a pretty strong inclination, though, that Tiffany might have been at the heart of his foul mood this time.
'You go girl. He deserves everything you can dish out.'
Brianna could have kicked herself when she'd unwittingly walked into the kitchen earlier to catch her friends red handed in an intimate embrace. They'd been facing away from her so she wasn't completely sure what had transpired, but there had been an undeniable electric current passing between the two of them all night during dinner. She had truly enjoyed watching the dynamic as the Master of Masters and reluctant sub felt each other out...figuratively at least.
'How awesome would that be if Lukus and Tiffany got together?'
She suspects they're both going to resist the pull, thinking they're from too different worlds, but Brianna knows enough about them both to know that they're perfect for each other. If she ever digs herself out of this punishment hell she's cast herself into, she's going to do her best to play matchmaker.
The ache in her shoulders brings Brianna back to the here and now. With each passing minute she becomes more and more confused. When Lukus had announced it was time to go front-of-house, he'd helped pull her to her feet and then escorted her out to center stage. She'd been relieved that the heavy curtains had been drawn, keeping the hungry audience at bay for at least a few more minutes.
The dance music was playing even louder tonight than last night, making any real conversation in the club almost impossible. It didn't bother her as it gave her and Lukus a legitimate reason to remain silent while he went about the business of preparing her for her public punishment session. She'd quickly realized how silly she'd been to hold out hope that he might go easy on her tonight now that they felt more like friends.
Lukus had methodically reattached her wrist and ankle cuffs first. Then like a true artist, had gone about his craft of immobilizing her in an almost artful and creative display of submission and vulnerability. Her arms are pulled high and wide; her legs spread obscenely as they are attached to rings in the floor. She surely would have tipped over in the precarious position he had placed her if it weren't for the gymnastics' style pommel horse placed strategically in front of her, the top perfectly waist high to lean across. There were of course no handgrips on top for a gymnast, making it clear this device had only one use...to assist in positioning naughty submissives in a way that assures every part of their anatomy is an open target.
Only once he had the horse in place did Brianna realize that the hooks her arms were attached to were part of a mechanically controlled system. Lukus had used a remote control to move her arms forward a foot or so...just far enough to force her feet uncomfortably onto her tippy toes and her tummy to lean across the horse. While it felt good to let some of her weight be supported by the piece of punishment furniture, Bri recognized immediately that there was almost no more compromising position. Her plugged ass and wet pussy were perfectly exposed...both a perfect landing spot for any spanking or whipping device Lukus might have in his extensive arsenal. Her heavy breasts were now being pulled away from her body slightly by gravity. Even she had to admit they now make an attractive target for a punishment implement.
Brianna had been both surprised and relieved when minutes before the show was to begin, Lukus had stepped close and pulled out a soft, red satin scarf. After spending a few seconds dissecting her with his intense gaze, he had smiled and then reached out to wrap the scarf around her eyes, securing the blindfold tightly and effectively plunging Brianna into darkness.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but I think it'll actually be easier on you tonight if you can't see what's coming next."
Brianna had wanted to argue with him, but instead simply thanked him. "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
He'd surprised her when he'd leaned in, brushing his hand across her cheek and then lightly brushed her lips with his in a chaste kiss.
"Be a good girl tonight Brianna. You know you need to be punished for hurting Markus, but know that I'll never really hurt you. Stay true to yourself and everything will be just fine."
And with that cryptic message, he'd left her alone with her thoughts and fears until the announcement of the show had come and she had heard the curtains opening.
And here she is....waiting. During last night's show Lukus had addressed the audience at length. Tonight, he's barely done any talking at all. Still, having only been here one night, she has no clue if this is normal or not. She feels so vulnerable and on display splayed out like this for the audience of Doms and subs and a wave of gratitude washes over her aimed at Lukus for supplying the blindfold and for keeping the music blaring. This way she has a small chance of forgetting there's a room full of witnesses only feet away, here to witness her humiliation and punishment.
As much as she dreads the punishment, the waiting is actually worse. She wants him to just get it over with and is somewhat relieved when she hears Lukus finally addressing the audience, reminding them that he's been charged with punishing his best friend's wife for her infidelity.
"I've spent the last twenty-four hours punishing the little adulteress just like she deserved. She's had everything from whippings, beltings and canings to punishment enemas and painful...personal exams. Still, she's refused to sign the divorce papers that her husband so desperately wants her to sign. I have to tell you all that, against my better judgment, I'm beginning to admire her if for no other reason than for her resolve to save her marriage. Regardless, I have a job to do and that job is to continue to punish her for her unforgivable behavior."
His sudden touch on her breast is surprising. She's been on pins and needles expecting pain so the gentle caress molding and squeezing first one and then the other breast catches Brianna completely off guard. "Lukus, what the hell are you doing?"
Her answer comes in the form of a hard swat against her breast, just catching her nipple and sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through her. "Excuse me? What is my name during a punishment?"
"Sir. I'm so sorry Sir, but why are you touching me like this?"
"I don't think that's any of your concern. I'll punish you..use you...any way I choose to and if you truly are trying to make amends, you'll be grateful to take any punishment I deem necessary to make your atonement to Markus."
Brianna's mind is racing. She feels completely thrown off base. While it's true she's certainly felt a magnetic attraction to Lukus' strength, and had even reveled in the scorching hot kiss they shared in his bed this afternoon, she was sure they were well past the danger of giving into their base attraction to each other...if not for their own sakes, then for Markus. Yet here he is, clearly confusing her with too personal touches to her over-exposed body.
The pain from the slap to her breast has subsided when she feels it....Lukus' warm mouth... sucking her left tit as if he were nursing from her. Before she can rein in her unbridled desire, a shudder of pleasure races through her body. A low moan escapes as she can feel him licking and lightly sucking on her sensitive nipple. It's the nip of his teeth that finally wakes her up. "Sir, stop it right now. What the hell are you...OWEEIE!!!"
The pain is so sudden and excruciating. Without her eyesight, she can only go by touch, but it feels as if he's just clamped a heavy-duty, tightly pinching nipple clamp onto her now protruding tit. The pain is exquisite and shoots a direct line of stimulation to her throbbing sex. The pain hasn't settled in yet when she feels his warm mouth sucking her other nipple. Now, knowing what's coming, Brianna tries to let the pleasure she's feeling from his warm mouth calm her enough to help power through the pain she knows is soon to follow.