!Sexuality!

Rock-ed up Jazz music blares out loud. Lights flash their multi-colored hues over the floor, running up and down the giant scoreboard, and across the ceiling like a bad acid trip. A voiceover booms a throaty introduction over the audience and out through the cable channels of a million televisions.

"Dom/mes and Sub/bes, Sadamassochists, Exhibitionists, Sluts and all welcome to another bootilicious game of !SEXUALITY! The only show to not only give you the sexuality you crave but to ram it down your throat, tickle your ass with it and set your bedroom on fire! And heeeeere he is, your master, and we do mean master, of ceremonies, IVOR HARDON!"

Cameras pan down across the audience and stage to follow the powerful stride of a leather-dressed guy towards a central podium. Depending on your demeanor phrases such as "Oh shit I think I just peed my pants with excitement," "Damn, I gots to get me some of that!" or "The devil IS real" fill your mind. He checks the buckle at his waist and gives the audience a smile.

"Welcome back folks, and have we got a show for you tonight. We've found three people who will delight and debauch you as they vie for the chance to win a host of top prizes... such as..."

The booming voiceover returns as the scoreboard changes to a video display. The voice describes the series of items seen.

"The new twenty speed, twin ended King Dong vibrator. This vibrator is excellent for enjoying a quiet night in with that special someone, be he a man of charisma or a woman with real big suspenders."

"An entire BDSM dungeon fitted into the room of your choice complete with racks, suspension chairs, tumbscrews, tongs, a brazier and more."

"A one-year part-share ownership of Madam Sinn's House of Pain, entitling you to one tenth of the presitgious salon's profits for one year and full and free entrance to all events."

"A sex party with the professional sports team of your choice: yes even our national sports stars are eager to experience the joy of your very unique SEXUALITY."

"And for our winner, an amazing sex holiday. As you know folks, the exact details of this holiday are always kept secret until the final winner is decided. Whatever it is though, you can be sure that it will be something they have never experienced before!"

Ivor Hardon beams at the audience and flicks a whip towards where three contestants stand in darkness. "And now, lets have our contestants introduce themsleves. Contestant number 1, tell us more about WHO YOU ARE!"

OOC: Now this looks like a real hoot BadForm.

As the spotlight's turned on it illuminates a tall and slender man with long blonde/white hair who's clean shaved, has light blue eyes and a wicked smile on his lips.
He has on a dark red poet's shirt with open lacing down to mid chest and tan leather pants and brown boots.

"Good even Ivor. My name is Master Thorne. I've been in the lifestyle for decades and am very honored to be allowed to be here on the show with you and the other contestants."

"I'm going to do my best to be the grand prize winner so they'd better watch out," he chuckles as he smiles a wicked smile.

Overblown amateur or successful dom? It was hard to tell from the off. Master Thorne's bio looked good though and glancing down at the card Ivor read off one strange detail.

"It says here you were once seen naked with two nuns and a pound of prime Colombian... why don't you tell us what that was all about? Are you a Holy Roll-up, or was that just a Bad Habit?"

The audience groaned and laughed their appreciation before falling silent to await greater revelations. Meanwhile, Ivor glanced over to the remaining two contestants and wondered who they were.

Brandi Williams


She stood there in the shadows awaiting her turn to speak. Her natural black hair up in curls, but it hung about midway down her back. She had on a tight purple mini skirt that barely covered her ass. Her fishnet stockings just flowed over her legs until they vanished into a pair of 7” black pumps. She only stood a mere 5’0” so these brought her up to the height of most men. As for her shirt, it was white satin with a deep plunging neckline. It plunged far enough to show off the cleavage of her 46C breasts.

Brandi hadn’t been living the lifestyle for very long, but thought that she could have fun on the show. Of course she was a shy and quiet one, but they always say they are the ones to watch out for. They do unexplainable things. That was her for sure. She was a business woman by day and cock hungry slut by night. She didn’t care where she got the cock, as long as she got it. She hadn’t always been that way though. It wasn’t until she met her last master. She was no longer with him since he had to move and she couldn’t move with him. That was another reason for her joining the show. She thought that maybe, just maybe it would bring another master for her.

She looked over to the man beside her as he spoke what he planned to be doing. He was handsome. Then she heard over the loudspeaker,

“Contestant number 2, tell us more about WHO YOU ARE!"

“Oh…I am Brandi Williams and I haven’t been in the lifestyle for very long, maybe about a year and a half at most. I too am honored to be here on the show and plan to show off my ‘talents’ if you will. I will be the one walking out of here the grand prize winner. There is no doubt about that.” She finished as she glanced at the other two contestants and letting her gaze land and stay on Master Thorne. If she didn’t win the show, maybe she would win with him. Only time would tell though.

BadForm said:

Ivor Hardon beams at the audience and flicks a whip towards where three contestants stand in darkness. "And now, lets have our contestants introduce themsleves. Contestant number 1, tell us more about WHO YOU ARE!"

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OOC: Really BadForm, this thread does seem like a hysterically funny premise!

So here I go, thought the third contestant.

"Hi Ivor. You can call me Silver, I'm a switch from the Crescent City, New Orleans, the most lovely, decedent city there is." She shifted slightly in her seat, letting her eyes drift down the form of the first contestant. Now there was something worth watching, the man's hair was lovely, and the dark red of the shirt set it off perfectly. She brushed one stray hair back and smiled a demure smile, casting a coy look at the host, who leered back.

"And I certainly intend to walk away with that grand prize." She leaned back from the microphone, crossing one elegantly leather clad thigh over the other. She knew with her mass of dark hair tumbling down to her waist, and her sleek curves confined in a midnight blue corset, that tonight she was indeed looking very, very good.

As the last contestant introduced herself, a new fanfare exploded and the game board showed the image of a 5x6 grid. At the top of each column was a category and down each column were increasing values: "$100", "$200", "$300", "$500", "$800", "$1000".

Ivor spoke again. "For anyone tuning in for the first time, the aim of this game is to win as much money as possible. Each contestant has a chance to select one category and value from the board. From this I will reveal a challenge that they must perform to the pleasure of our studio audience in order to win the money. Then the control of the board will pass to the player on their right.

"As you can see, the categories for tonight are:

Missionary Positions,
It Aint Just Talkin' About It,
Aw Gee,
Bound to Please,
and Homo Redecorating!

All we need now are our Hosts with the Mosts, Rosie Palm and Big Dick Ready!"

Erotic music and cries of pleasure fill the studio as a man wheels in a large and strangely built piece of equipment. The man, 7' tall and built like an armored tank, is Big Dick. The woman, a dusky hussy fastned into the machinery which is tugging her clit and nipples, and fucking her with anal and vaginal dildoes, is Rosie Palm.

Ivor turns to the audience. "Our hosts are modelling the first prize open to our contestants: the Mobile Sexerciser 2000. It will be awarded to the first person to gain $1000 and will trigger the secret placement of other prizes. Now, Big Dick, do you have the challenges for tonight?"

"Certainly, Ivor," says the tall man. "If you can just wait a moment, they are..."

Rosie screams as the pleasure builds too high to resist. "CUMMING! OH GOD I'M CUMMING!!!!!!"

As her wave of pleasure subsides, Big Dick pulls the giant dildo from her pussy and screws off the top. From this he pulls a roll of cards and hands them to Ivor. Then he begins to wheel out the exhausted woman as Ivor turns to the contestants.

He takes a deep breath of the cards and smiles. "Ah, the scent of a woman... Now, before the show we challenged you to see who could reach orgasm first and from that decided the first player. Master Thorne, it seems you were able to orgasm in just 2.3 seconds... which shows either incredible control or a severe medical problem. So you are our first contestant: what would you like to choose?"

Master Thorne:

"Well Ivor," he replies to the first question laughing, "I think it was a combination of getting into a very agreeable habit and sharing an old habit with the sisters... several times."

"Well Ivor I'll hope it's the first one you mention," Thorne grins.

"I'll try "Bound to please" Ivor," he says hoping he'll be doing the binding and not being bound, but as all who've watched know the catagory titles can be misleading.

OOC: Just as a pointer, you forgot to select a value.. will assume middle-of-the-road $500 for you, PP.

IC:

Ivor glanced at the board. "Bound to Please for $500!"

The square changed to look like a speech bubble and a loud whispering filled the air. This was followed by a cry of "TELL US A SECRET!" which the audience followed along with.

"Tell us a secret..." said Ivor. "Looks like you start off with the easy option, Master Thorne."

He glanced at the cards and chuckled. "Or maybe not. Ok, as you know the 'Tell Us A Secret' square in each category is the only purely verbal option. The question you must respond to is:

Of the two other contestants you are facing, which do you most wish to dominate? Why not the other... and if you had 30 minutes with your chosen contestant as your slave what would you do to them? Now remember, our audience likes a good, solid... answer."

Ivor let his gaze roam over the two women as he waited for a response. Now, how would they react to Master Thorne's immediately stated aim at dominance?

Master Thorne:

OOC: Damn, thanks for the reminder.



"Umm, well Ivor that's more than one question, it's actually a three part multiple question, but I'll try my best to give you and the audience a good answer to each one."

Thorne turns and looks at both of the female contestants for several long seconds each then turns and faces the audience once more.

Taking a breath he begins speaking. "Well Ivor, fellow Lifestylers this is a hard choice to make without knowing more about each of them.
"Like the audience, all I know is that both would look lovely naked, tied and helpless and vulnerable. That one is a submissive and one is a switch and will be either Dominant or submissive depending on her mood or the circumstances.
"That said I think I'd choose contestant number 3, Silver the switch from the Big Easy where the "Let the Good Times Roll" is their motto."

"I chose Sliver rather than Brandi simply because I'd think it would be more of a challenge to take her to subspace because of her duality than it would be to take a pure submissive like Brandi there, something I'd also delight in doing."

"Now the last question of the three Ivor, what would I do with Silver for 30 minutes.
"With that time limit I'd have her strip herself and then bind her so she was helpless.
"Then I'd give her a mixture of erotic pain and sensual pleasure of ever increasing intensity until she was begging to either be allowed to cum and cum and cum or to be fucked and then as that happening to beg to be allowed to orgam like crazy on my cock."

Finished Thorne smiles at the audicence as most applaud and ignores the few yelling for more details as he turns back to Ivor and asks, "Is there more time for detail available Ivor or have I used all that I'm alloted?
"I skipped many details as I didn't wish to run out of time without finishing."

"No, that's fine, Master Thorne," Ivor said as he guaged the audience reaction. "Sounds like a five orgasm response to me."

He watched the women, but both of them seemed to be restrained in their reactions at the moment.

"Over to you, Brandi... but as well as choosing a category and value, why don't you tell us how you feel about being described as so submissive you're not even interesting to Master Thorne?"

The audience, even most of those who had been cheering, turned to boos at that time. It was all play-acting of course, but Master Thorne deserved it after making a statement like that about so beautiful a woman. I wondered if I could change some of the things that came up so she would have a chance to punish him for it.

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PhoenixPrime01 said:

Taking a breath he begins speaking. "Well Ivor, fellow Lifestylers this is a hard choice to make without knowing more about each of them.
"Like the audience, all I know is that both would look lovely naked, tied and helpless and vulnerable. That one is a submissive and one is a switch and will be either Dominant or submissive depending on her mood or the circumstances.
"That said I think I'd choose contestant number 3, Silver the switch from the Big Easy where the "Let the Good Times Roll" is their motto."

"I chose Sliver rather than Brandi simply because I'd think it would be more of a challenge to take her to subspace because of her duality than it would be to take a pure submissive like Brandi there, something I'd also delight in doing."

"Now the last question of the three Ivor, what would I do with Silver for 30 minutes.
"With that time limit I'd have her strip herself and then bind her so she was helpless.
"Then I'd give her a mixture of erotic pain and sensual pleasure of ever increasing intensity until she was begging to either be allowed to cum and cum and cum or to be fucked and then as that happening to beg to be allowed to orgam like crazy on my cock."

Finished Thorne smiles at the audicence as most applaud and ignores the few yelling for more details as he turns back to Ivor and asks, "Is there more time for detail available Ivor or have I used all that I'm alloted?
"I skipped many details as I didn't wish to run out of time without finishing." [/B]

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Gods, even just that brief description of what Master Thorne might like to do had her wanting to squirm in her chair to ease some of the frustration that rose in her quick and immediately following his answer. Really, the feel of leather around her wrists, the fall of his golden hair onto her pale shoulder as he thrust into her...no! Control, she reminded herself. It would take control to win this, and control she had in adunbance.

The only outward sign of her inner turmoil was a slight blush on her white skin, the one time she cursed her complexion. Blushes were too easy to see, although it did make a crop mark stand out in lovely relief even when the person doing the flogging wasn't even trying. She raised her head a fraction of an inch, her dark blue eyes glittering a challenge.

Still, maybe a small tease to torment, although it might be a torment to herself as well. Silver had noticed how Thorne's eyes followed the movement of her hands, and she allowed one to drift to the opposite arm, resting the tips of her flaming red nails on the white skin of her inner arm. Carefully she scratched one nail down the inside, bringing up a small red welt that stood out in stark contrast to the ivory around it. Small enough that nobody who was not within a few feet would notice, but enough that he might.

He wanted a challenge? Fine! The game was on.

Re: Re: Master Thorne:

OOC: sorry...mistaken double post

Brandi


“Well Ivor, in answer to the later question. How do I feel about being described as so submissive I am not even interesting to Master Thorne here….I would have to say it would be his loss. I just wish to please the one I am with. This isn’t the end of the game. I do still have a chance of getting on his good side.” Brandi replied as she looked over to Master Thorne with a touch of regret in her voice, but knew what she said was true. There was still a game playing and she could win his appreciation yet.

Brandi took a deep breath as she shook her head and turned her attention to the board once again. She was lost in thought as she thought about what she should pick. Then she saw it. She knew for sure it was going to worth $1000.

“Ivor, after great consideration, I think I will pick aw gee for $1000. Give me your best Ivor.” She finished with a wink then looked to Master Thore with a side glance as she had a more serious look come to her face. Then her attention went back to Silver. They want a game. They want a game? I will show them who is going to win this thing. Brandi said to herself as she awaited Ivor.

Ivor Hardon

"Aw Gee for $1000," repeated Ivor as he turned to the board.

The tile changed to a picture of a camera. Over the speaker system of the studio, the voice of Blondie sang out rapidly joined by the audience. "Picture this, a day in December... Picture this, freezing cold weather..." As the music died away the audience cried out once more: "Picture This!"

Big Dick Ready walked out, carrying an expensive looking digital camera with a zoom lens. He walked up to Brandi and handed it to her, taking a moment to caress her fingers as she took it.

"Picture This!," said Ivor. "As you know, Aw Gee is a homophone for Orgy, and Picture This is our 5-minute photo shoot category..."

He flicked through the cards and smiled. "Yes, as I thought, you have 5-minutes as a pornographic photographer. You can use any members of our studio audience, and anyone here on stage. For 5-minutes you must direct and photograph the hottest orgy scenes you can manage, and remember these photos will be immediately uploaded to our website..! Take it away, director!"

He wondered if she looked briefly disappointed that as photographer she wouldn't be able to join in the action... of course, 5-minutes was hardly enough time for most people to get off so all it would do for anyone would be to raise the temperature.

Master Thorne:

He started to raise an objection to what Ivor had implied he'd meant by his statement, for it was far from accurate, but decide to let it ride. After all it was his show and he was pulling reactions from the studio audience, even it at my expense.

He looked at Sliver and was about to wink, with his off camera eye, at her when he saw her giving herself a small scratch on the tender area inside of her arm. As soon as he saw that the wink died and instead he gave her a wolfish look, a predatory look instead, and smiled to himself at her surprise and reaction.

Thorne smiled at Brandi and listened as she chose her catagory and then listened to Ivor explain what it entailed.

His smile turned to a grin as he waited and watched Brandi accept the digital camera and, like everyone else, he wondered what she's put together to photograph during her 5 minute photo shoot.

Brandi


Brandi listened with interest. She wasn’t all that sure about what she was getting herself into. She had taken a photography class, but it had been years ago. She looked around the studio to see who she could use. Suddenly she saw him. He had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, big blue eyes, the plumpest lips she had ever seen. She was getting wet just looking at him.

Slowly she stepped from her platform and made her way to him. She could see him squirming in his seat as she gave him a soft smile.

“Would you be one of the men in my photo please?” She asked softly as she put out her hand. He said nothing only took her hand and looked at his buddies with a huge grin. His friends were all hooting and hollering at him. Brandi stopped short as he bumped into her. As he did, she felt the bulge in his pants. A sly smile fell across her lips.

She sat him in place as she looked out to see if there was anyone else she could use. She started walking out in the audience again and made her way to the top of the steps. There she found a few more handsome men and a few women. She led them back to the stage and got them all into position.

As she looked through the viewfinder, she thought there was something amiss. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but then she did.

“All of you…take a piece of clothing off or just unbutton your shirt or pants or something. Having you all clothed isn’t doing anything for me. I am sure it is doing nothing for the others too.” She finished as a roar came from the crowd. She turned and saw men and women with their hands between their legs. She started to shoot off a few photos then the buzzer went off. One of the men had started to stroke his hard tool and Brandi wanted it so much.

As Big Dick Ready came back out to repossess the camera, Brandi licked her lips at the thought of what she had just done. Everyone walked past her smiling, waving, or touching her in some way. As the man that was stroking walked by, she stopped him. She knew it was probably out of line, but she needed something right now. She slowly went to her knees, gripped his cock, held it, then took just the head between her lips. Her tongue swirled around the tip a few times, but then she let him go.

As she made it back to her feet she whispered to him, “Thank you.”, then made her way back to her podium. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as she thought about what Ivor and the others would think.

There was no question that she had taken the points. The entire audience was in disarray. Even those who were standing and cheering were being groped, sucked, kissed and masturbated by others. The overhead cameras panned the audience, shooting images of individuals involved in all manner of foreplay onto the screen where the gameboard had been.

When Brandi returned to her place, the board returned to the screen. Big Dick took the camera and left the set as the voiceover boomed.

"$1000 and our first instant prize go to BRANDI! Yes, that's right folks, the board is now open to other special prizes as Brandi becomes the first to reach 1000 points and wins the Mobile Sexerciser. And folks, after that display I'm sure we all wish we could see her use it."

"Nice work Brandi," smiled Ivor. "Handwork, mouthwork, nice work overall. And here's your prize... Oh but there is one problem..."

Big Dick returned, pushing the Mobile Sexerciser. Rosie Palm was still fastened into it, struggling against the bonds but more so the still inserted phalluses.

"...as you can see, our dear Rosie is all hot and bothered about leaving this machine. It looks like she refuses to so it is up to you, our contestants, to GET HER OFF!"

BadForm said:

"Nice work Brandi," smiled Ivor. "Handwork, mouthwork, nice work overall. And here's your prize... Oh but there is one problem..."

Big Dick returned, pushing the Mobile Sexerciser. Rosie Palm was still fastened into it, struggling against the bonds but more so the still inserted phalluses.

"...as you can see, our dear Rosie is all hot and bothered about leaving this machine. It looks like she refuses to so it is up to you, our contestants, to GET HER OFF!"

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Silver waited for a heartbeat, and then moved off her perch.

"Well Ivor, you said contestants, so I assume the floor is open for any three of us to act." Her high heeled boots clicked on the floor as she strode toward the woman on the machine. Rosie struggled against her bonds yes, but was she really struggling against the phalluses intruding into her body, or was she trying to drive them deeper into sensitive flesh? The woman's eys widened at Silver as she approached, satin and leather clad, a dark vision of beauty.

Silver paused before the restrained woman, gently stroking one finger down her cheek before grasping her chin firmly, shaking it slightly for emphasis. "You'll cum, and you'll cum soon, because I'll make you, dear one. You won't be able to stop youself, feeling that tidal wave of fire from those dildos pushing, thrusting against you slick and hard, again and again." Her voice was pitched seductively and she watched her chosen victim squirm against the phalluses.

"I think we're going to have to turn these up Ivor, Rosie's just going to have to deal with some escalating pleasure here, although, if I were really being cruel I'd put the vibration mode on on these puppies and turn them on a long, pulsating escalating upwards setting." Silver grinned wickedly at Ivor and slightly cruelly at Rosie, who twisted and moan, trying to protest but was muffled when Silver thrust a penis shaped gag into her mouth from one of the accesory hooks on the machine.

"Now now!" She admonished, shaking her finger in Rosie's face, only to reach down and twist a nipple. "I'm not done with you yet." Casually, she reached down and turned the controls wayyyyy up. "I hope you enjoy that, little whore." Mmmm...control. A sweet aphrodisiac. She glanced back at Ivor, turning and stroking across the tops of her breasts, trailing one finger down to sweep across a nipple, feeling it tighten in response.

"Think that will do Ivor?" She replied, listening to the escalating cries, and finally, one long shriek. A look of satisfaction filled her face.

As Rosie's cry dies away, the board once again changes and loud music heralds another voiceover.

"And with that superb display of manipulation, Silver takes our helping hands prize for the day!"

The board shows a picture of a collection of a dozen handcuffs, each vastly different from all the others.

"Steel, plastic, velvet, diamond-studded. Take one, hell take them all. With the Helpless Hope Handcuff Set, you can pick exactly the right handcuffs for each and every one of your slaves... and with these beauties you are sure to have plenty of slaves!"

Ivor gave Silver a broad grin as she returned to her place. Almost unobserved, Big Dick helped Rosie down from the frame and pulled it off to the side ready to be delivered to (or used by, should the case arise) Brandi.

"Nice work Silver. Of course such a dominant display makes me wonder if you said you are a switch, or you like to use one."

He looked down at a card with the contestant's information on it and grinned.

"It says here, that you were once dismissed from MacDonalds not so much because you couldn't flip a burger but because you insisted on demonstrating the proper way to Felate A Fish... Why don't you explain that one as you pick your first square?"

The board flicked back to the gameboard display, showing the missing "Aw Gee for $1000" and "Bound to Please for $500".

Silver could not quite help herslef from giving a little hop of joy and a grin of excitement at winning the handcuffs. Catching Master Thorne's eyes, she smiled, giving him a wink and making a show of adjusting the top of her corset, giving a good peek of her generous breasts. She knew she looked good, and it was giving her a great ego boost. Really, she felt like she was so on a roll.

"Really Ivor, it might have been a dominant display, but with the right top I can't help but drop to my knees to serve them. If they're good enough that is." She cast a sidelong glance to Master Thorne. "Ivor, I could explain the technique that got me fired from Mickey D's, but I think I can do better things with my mouth." She made a kissing motion towards the audience, who roared their approval at her statement, along with scattered offers for where her mouth could be put to use. "With that in mind, I'd like to choose 'It Aint Just Talking About It' for $500 please."

Ivor beamed broadly as Silver described her passions as a sub following her demonstration as a domme. He turned to face the board and repeated her selection.

"It Aint Just Talkin' About It for $500."

The image of the square spun, disintegrating to be replaced by a cartoon of a moonlit name and the sound of an owl hooting. Variously, members of the audience joined in the hooting or cried out the challenge type: Memory Lane! Ivor suppressed a sigh of disappointment, wishing it had been something he could have used to gain the pleasure of Silver's mouth for himself. Something like that would probably come... or cum... later though.

"Ok," he said as he glanced at his card. "Let's take a trip down memory lane!"

From the side of the stage, Rosie Palm and Big Dick pushed a near-closet-sized box on wheels onto the stage. It was fully enclosed so that nobody could see inside. One the front, however, were silhouettes of 6 men, each with a slideaway cover over the groin.

"Well, you got it right, Silver - it AINT just talkin' about it. In fact until the end of this challenge you won't BE ABLE to talk about it. There are seven men hidden in behind the wall - one of them is Tom Langley - the first man you ever accepted as a dom? I know it's been a few years now, but your challenge is to identify Tom purely by the taste and feel of his cock in your mouth."

Rosie walked forward with a blindfold and handed it to silver as Ivor continued.

"Now, to make sure you don't have an unfair opportunity to identify any little birthmarks, you'll be required to wear the blindfold. Once you're ready, Rosie will lead you over to the first hidden man."

Silver bit her bottom lip in sudden attack of nerves. Certainly, she hoped she'd be up to this, it HAD been a few years since she and Tom had had the pleasure to enjoy each other. She accepted the blindfold from Rosie, giving her a smile and a pat on the cheek. She was lovely, but Silver's taste usually ran to diminuitive goth girls. As to men, if they were in good shape, were intelligent and wickedly dominant, well then. Game on, she'd say. The blindfold slided sensuously over her skin as she tightened it, making certain she couldn't see. She wanted to win, but cheating would be saying that she wasn't good enough to win on her own merits.

As always, the deprivation of her sight heightened her other senses. Her breath quickened as she remembered how Tom often would blindfold her and alternate teasing caresses and stinging blows of a crop until the slightest touch had her writhing in pleasure.

"Let's go Rosie, I'm ready for it." She extended her hand, letting Rosie guide her to the first cock. Dropping to her knees, she felt herself directed on the first cock. Sliding her mouth over it, she sucked briefly, holding it in place with her tongue before moving back and forth. She considered for a moment, her tongue flicking over the head until she drew back.

"Nope." She shook her head. "Not quite long enough." The audience hissed and booed while she headed to the next cock. That one was also disqualified. Long enough, but too skinny. Likewise with the third. The fourth one...now there was something. Carefully she captured it with her tongue, using the it to slink around the cock, pulling it into her mouth. She had thought this guy was hard before, but when she sucked him in, his cock twitched s she felt the head of it slide deep in her throat.

Long practice had her relaxing her throat muscles, gently pulsing them between tight and relaxed. Was it her imagination or did she hear the slight bit of a moan pass through the slight gap of the box where his cock came through? She moved her head back, sucking just on the tip like she knew Tom liked. She alternated between sucking the head, and sliding it all the way back in her throat. Was this him? It certainly felt like it when she used her tongue to tease the underside of his cock, humming while she did so. The explosion of the orgasm a heartbeat later seemed to indicate it could be. Such things usually worked with him. Ok....he could be cock number four.

She sucked off number five, making a face after she did so. The cock felt the right size, but the taste was all wrong. Tom had always been pleasant tasting, not sharp and bitter like this man.

When she came to the last cock, she knew she might be in trouble. As she sucked, she could not tell the difference between the two. Size....the same. We'll have to see about taste, she thought as she lightly teased him by softly edging him with her teeth. She swirled her wet tongue around the head, swallowing when the cock let off a copious amount of cum from an orgasm that seemed to last forever. Ooooookay, taste was the same. Or was is?

She pulled back, out of breath from all the cocksucking. Christ she hadn't sucked this much dick in a row since a vacation in Europe and she fucked each and every member of a Irish soccer team, all in the same night. She couldn't tell the difference between cock number four and cock number six, but she had a feeling that it was cock number six. She took a deep breath, standing up and letting Rosie guide her back to her spot. The light after the darkness brought tears to her eyes and she blinked them away carefully to avoid streaking her eye makeup, wiping the moisture away with a white silk handkerchief. She did notice the looks heavy with want from both Master Thorne and surprisingly the host of the show.

Ok..moment of truth time. She closed her eyes, pondered one last moment and raised her head, looking directly at Ivor.

"Let's hope its cock number six, Ivor."

She held her breath, waiting for the answer.

Thorne:

He watched as Silver displayed her virtuosity at fellatio and had to adjust the front of his pants, a pant leg to allow for more comfort and space for his natural reaction to what he'd watched.

As she returned to her place in the panel and when she'd blotted way the tears and looked his way Thorne slowly licked his lips as he looked at her hungrily before she turned to Ivor.

As she finished with the last cock and made her announcement, Ivor spoke again.

"Cock number 6? Well, let's see if the experience as as memorable as you hope it was. Cock number 1, who are you?"

A section of the wall slid up to reveal... not a man but a woman. That is, a woman with a dick. A dick that was now hard. The reaction of the audience was mixed. Some catcalled, some laughed, some screamed their appreciation of their favorite star.

"Hi folks, I'm Tiny O'Neill... an actress some of you will be VERRRRRY familiar with."

"Cock number 2, who are you?" called Ivor and the second section slid up.

"Everyone watching the show knows me, Ivor," came the voice of a tall, skinny man. It was the man in the voiceover for the show. "Pat Maycock, announcer of this show!"

Cock number three turned out to be a member of the studio audience. It was quite a handsome guy. Not too tall, not too short, and very well proportioned in his muscles. He looked at Silver with great disappointment that she'd stopped.

"Cock number four, who are you?"

The wall slid up and Silver's face fell. There stood her old dom, Tom Langley. He was looking down at her with a look of displeasure as at a slave who had just made a grievous error. Had she still been a submissive under his rule, Silver knew she would have earned a punishment. Somehow, Ivor couldn't quite tell if that prospect pleased or annoyed her.

"Tom Langley, Ivor. I guess it's just been TOO LONG for her to MANAGE to remember me well."

Ivor gave her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, Silver, but don't feel too bad. It seemed you were nearly right. You did pause at him at least. But, you get nothing for coming close in this game..."

The audience joined in his next words.

"Or for being close to cumming!"

"Let's see the other two cocks you rejected. Cock number 5, who are you?"

The wall slid up to reveal a short, young guy. He wasn't ugly, but he did look a bit of a geek. "Roger Diver, Ivor!"

Ivor shook his head. "Roger the Intern... it's so hard to get good staff these days. Sonny, what's with the BO? I thought I told you to take a shower before the show? Go report to the back stage will you, I'm sure Micky Finn will be glad to wash you down!"

The young man virtually ran of the stage in glee.

"And finally, cock number 6, who are you?"

The wall slid up and revealed... Tom Langley. A ripple of confusion rang through the audience and for a second only Silver was close enough to tell that this guy was an inch taller, had green instead of blue eyes.

"John Langley, Ivor, Tom's older brother. I have to say, I see what our little Tom saw in Silver now..."

The audience groaned its sympathy for the way Silver had failed. It was bad enough to fail a test, but to fail because there were two virtually indistinguishable cocks was almost a set up. Slowly Silver made her way back to her place and the wall was wheeled away.

Ivor looked at the contestants and then the camera. "Well, we're at the end of round 1 and the situation is like this: Silver has $0 and a handcuff set, Master Thorn has $500, and Brandi has $1000 and the Mobile Sexerciser. Looks like the normal rule is reversed folks - the Bottom is on the top and the Tops at the bottom. OK, round 2, Master Thorne - please make a selection."

Brandi


Brandi was watching everything going on, but also was intrigued by her Sexerciser. It looked amazing, but she hoped that someone would be helping her to use it. Sure it would be fun alone, but better with someone there. Then she saw the juice on the toy.

She slowly knelt down next to her new toy to look at it. She knew she should be watching Silver, but she couldn’t. The Sexerciser was too much for her. Plus, she felt the need for cock again.

Brandi leaned into the toy that had been deep inside Rosie and slipped her mouth over it. She knew that everyone would have their attention on Silver. She closed her eyes as she sucked the toy and imagined it being a real cock. The way the show was going she could get a real one soon, but for now this would do.

When she heard the cheering going on, she figured it was time to reappear. As her eyes opened she was looking up at Master Thorne. She felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at him, but then got herself situated back in her seat. Ivor announced the scores so far and she smiled to herself at her score. She still couldn’t believe what she had done. Ivor then asked Master Thorne to make his choice. Brandi let her gaze look him up and down as there was silence in the room.