Compliance

The big room was moderately full now. The conversation was getting noisier and people were pointing out loudly what caught their eye in the pictures as they drank more. It was getting to be time to start the demonstration and she could feel the tension rise in her stomach. She looked around for the first of her performers and saw him standing on the edge of the crowd watching her. She waved him over. The thing she had chosen for her opening was likely to be a little shocking. It was certainly going to be a surprise to her slave. It was something they had talked about but never done before. She hoped he wouldn't let her down.

Some of the people around the cage had finally decided that touching was ok. The tall woman she had spoken to had knelt down by his head and unbuckled the gag. She had been amused by finding the gag had a penis shaped extension and was reaching in through the bars to hold him by the hair and sliding it in and out of his mouth. Despite her slight outrage at the woman's presumption Mistress C was aroused by the sight of the woman on her knees fucking her slave's mouth. Other people were giving her slave the occasional pat and then standing back. One person was stroking his testicles. As she watched they stood up and someone took their place, stroking his testicles and reaching under to touch the cock in its device. She guessed it would be rock hard by now. She saw that an informal queue had formed to touch his balls, entirely made up of women. The men were all standing back watching. That was about to change.

It was time to start the show. She nodded to her first performer. He walked up to the woman fucking the slave's mouth with the penis gag and pulled her gently aside, leaving her still holding the gag. She laughed, the only one in the crowd guessing what was happening next. Mistress C moved right up to the cage watching in fascination, knowing that she could stop what was about to happen anytime she wanted and knowing that she wouldn't.

The performer was young and muscular. He was wearing a dress shirt, cowboy boots and expensive jeans. There was nothing in particular to distinguish him from any other man in the room but he had a very feral presence. He knelt down in front of the cage and pulled an already stiff cock out of his jeans. It was huge. He knelt there for a while stroking himself as the silence spread out from the people closest around the cage and more people started to gather from around the gallery. Everyone in the room except the blindfolded slave now knew what the performer would do next. Mistress C watched as her slave realised from the silence around him that something was about to happen to him and exalted in the fact that he had no idea what it was.

Slowly the performer kneeled up, thrusting his cock into the cage so it almost touched the slave's face. Sensing something he pulled back as far as the cage and his bonds would allow. Almost lazily the performer reached into the cage and took him firmly by the hair, pulling him on to the huge cock. As soon as it touched him the crowd saw him figure out what was about to happen and start to struggle as hard as he could. Mistress C wondered if she should feel sorry for him but was far too aroused to care. The performer was strong and relentless and soon had the slave's face hard against the bars with his cock pressed against it. The slave refused to open his mouth. Mistress C was about to go into the back room to get her cattle prod but the performer asked "Could someone squeeze his balls for me?"

The tall woman pushed in and took hold of them with one hand. She started to squeeze. The slave tried to pull away but she just kept squeezing harder and harder. At last he could take it no more and opened his mouth. The performer said "Thank you" and slid his cock in to start fucking the slave's mouth with long slow strokes. Each time he pushed his cock in all the way to the hilt making her slave gag then slid it out until the glans was just touching his lips. The woman kept squeezing his balls. Mistress C was almost overwhelmed. As the fucking went on she could see her slave relax, no longer gagging but swallowing the cock and opening his mouth for each thrust as she had trained him with her big red dildo. Soon she was on the edge of coming herself.

She looked around at the group, who were transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of them. Some of the people looked excited, others couldn't decide whether to be horrified or not, but nobody looked away. The thrusts were becoming quicker and more frantic and saliva and pre-cum were dripping from her slave's face, which was red with exertion and the pain of having his balls continually squeezed. She guessed he was excited as well. He always loved to be the centre of attention, negative or not. It was a predilection of his she allowed from time to time, but only because it amused her.

She had to intervene or the show would be over too soon and the audience would think that was all she had in store for them. Moving over to the hired cock busily fucking her slave's mouth, she gave his balls a firm squeeze of her own, making sure to dig her carefully sharpened nails into the tender flesh. "That's enough for now, thank you," she said, firmly but not unpleasantly. Immediately the thrusting stopped. The hired cock pulled out. "Sorry Mistress," he said, moving off to one side with a huge erection throbbing in his hand, to give her access to the man in the cage.

She knelt down and stroked her slave's face. "You enjoyed that didn't you?" He nodded and mumbled something incomprehensible, his face still covered in his own saliva and the hired cock's pre-cum. "Louder, we can't hear you," she said in a much sharper tone, as she squeezed his face. His body tensed and he tried to clear his throat before saying "Yes Mistress."

"Good. Now keep still, there's a good slave. I've got something else I want you to meet." Moving to the other end of his cage she unlocked two large padlocks to remove one end of the metal bars. As she did so the crowd moved back slightly to allow a beautiful and extremely muscular woman to approach the cage. A big, black dildo in a harness swung before her, and she stroked it lasciviously as if it was her own cock. Aside from the dildo harness she was wearing only a short black silk singlet that was tight against her breasts and showed off her powerful shoulders and midriff. Her feet were bare. She stood at the end of the cage turning slowly to show off the size of the cock sliding her hands along its well lubricated length. It was as big as the real cock the slave had just had taken from his mouth. When she had turned full circle she knelt down at the back of the cage and reached in to fondle the slave's balls, still red from their abuse earlier. He flinched as she touched them but she was very gentle, cupping and stroking them.

Mistress C was sure that his cock would be getting hard in its restraint. The performer put one hand on his back and reached under him to stroke what she could touch of his cock. He was beginning to move with her stroking, obviously enjoying himself and beginning to show off again. The performer leaned a little closer to him and he felt the dildo against his legs. Mistress C saw him go stiff, realising he was about to get fucked up the arse and not sure if his cock and balls were being stroked by a man or a woman. She smiled at the thought of watching him suffer at the hands of this beautiful woman that he couldn't even see. There was going to be no chance for more showing off with that dildo going into him. It was going to hurt. She had asked her performer to make sure he felt properly fucked and humiliated by the time she was finished with him. The woman had been happy to comply.

The performer also noticed the slave tense up. She pushed her dildo up against his opening and said, "Relax little cocksucker, do I have to rape you? Just relax." she took a firm hold of his harness and slowly started pushing her dildo into him. Partly reassured by the female voice he did his best to relax but the dildo was huge and hurt him as she pushed it inexorably deeper. Eventually it was all the way in, it hurt but the pain was bearable. He felt completely full. She began sliding the dildo out and pushing it in, still carefully and slowly but he guessed that she was going to build up speed.

Mistress C watched closely seeing him struggle to take the cock and hoping he would be able to do it for her. It made a striking tableau. She was enjoying watching her beautiful performer fuck her slave without his being able to see her. She was feeling hot and wet and would have touched herself if she had been the only one watching. The people around the cage were also obviously enjoying it – the only sounds coming from the audience were a few murmurs of appreciation. All the men were nursing erections. As his fucking continued she saw her slave slowly relaxing and her performer began to drive into him harder and faster. The woman let go of the harness with one hand and bent over to fondle the slave's cock through the cage and touch his balls. It was clear that he was getting hard. Mistress C thought it was time to move on to the next stage before he started to enjoy himself too much. She signaled to her first performer to come back.

The man, completely naked now and gently stoking his erection walked back to the front of the cage, knelt and quickly pushed his cock against the slave's mouth. The performer was eager to get his cock back into the slave and hoped he would be allowed to come this time. The slave recoiled from the cock but the performer was holding him by the hair and he couldn't pull away. Mistress C could see her slave wondering if he could refuse the cock but the relentless fucking of his arse was making it hard to concentrate. When he did open his mouth she wasn't sure if it was to moan or accept the cock. As soon as he was in, the performer started to fuck the slave's mouth deep and hard. The woman fucking him from the other end was obviously excited by the man at work on the slave's mouth and went in harder and faster as well.

For his part the male performer was staring at the woman. She saw him looking at her and smiled. She paused for a moment and pulled off her singlet. Her breasts swung free as she drove her dildo into the slave. The people around the cage were rapt and two performers were now watching each other, the slave between them almost forgotten. Mistress C wasn't overly pleased to see that her slave was just a means for those two to show off to each other and the audience.

She stepped forward and gave the pair a stern look. "That will do for now," she said firmly. They both looked disappointed but the man was the first to pull himself out of the slave and step back. He looked anxious and obviously didn't want to make Mistress C angry. The woman lingered a little, sliding the dildo out and stroking the slave's back and bum at the same time. She sighed and gave his balls a last fondle.

"Thank you. Now move the cage into the centre of the room please," Mistress C ordered the performers and they quickly obliged, lifting the slave in his cage to a raised wooden platform in the middle of the gallery. The Director switched over the spotlights and the camera so he was the focus again.

The crowd moved back, still entranced by what was happening. Inside his small cage Mistress C's slave looked surprised, not at all sure what was coming next and smiled to herself. He would never forget what was going to happen next.

Once the cage was on the platform Mistress C looked towards a man standing on the edge of the crowd. He was tall, dressed in black leather trousers and boots with a black shirt and a long leather coat. His face was pierced in several places and his hands were heavily tattooed with geometric designs. He had what looked like a modified hot poker in his right hand; it was an electric branding iron with the letter C fixed to the end. "Master Pain, please come and deal with my slave," Mistress C said, holding her hand out to the formidable looking character.

Master Pain took her hand in his and kissed it as he walked up to the slave. He looked at her as a long acquaintance in the art of making others suffer but said nothing. He glanced around the room at the many curious and slightly fearful faces. He did enjoy having an audience while he worked. Master Pain noted the slave's penis was as yet unpierced and made a mental note to discuss it with C afterwards.

The branding iron was starting to heat up and glow red on the end, illuminating the letter C. The crowd, realizing what it was mostly fell silent but as Master Pain raised the iron to see how hot it was there were a few gasps. Master Pain had been standing behind the slave so he couldn't see what was happening. When the crowd gasped he tried to turn to see but the cage was too small for it to be easy. Mistress C walked quickly up to the front of the cage and took him by the hair. She pulled his face up took look her in the face which he wasn't usually allowed.

"Are you my Slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

'Will you wear my Mark?"

He knew the Story of O, and knew what she meant. His heart went cold. He was trembling and had to drop his gaze. He had fantasized about wearing her brand but never thought she would take him so far. To have it sprung on him, so suddenly and publicly left him almost shocked. He desperately wanted to have the courage to accept but could not say the words. Mistress C saw the desire and the struggle in his eyes and said, "Very well, you are my slave and you have no choice but to wear my Mark." She let his head drop and turned to her performers, "Gag him and bind him tightly so we can place the first Mark." As she stepped away she heard her slave whisper "Thank you, Mistress."

The performers ran straps around his legs, arms, stomach and chest, through the bars of the cage and buckled them tight so the slave was completely immobilized. His gag was replaced. Once they stepped back, Master Pain walked to stand in front of the slave with red hot iron close enough to his face that he could feel the warmth. Mistress C stood next to him. The people standing around were completely quiet, staring, like the slave, at the iron held so nonchalantly by the man in the leather coat. They could all see the slave trembling violently in his bonds. Every now and again Master Pain held the iron up and spat on it. Finally the spit fizzed with the short angry sound he was looking for and he knew it was hot enough. He carefully gave C the iron to hold and took off his coat. The sleeves had been torn off the shirt to show his dark muscular arms. They were covered in colorful, swirling Japanese tattoos and he was wearing a lot of silver bracelets. He took the iron back and walked slowly round behind the cage with Mistress C. He motioned the crowd to draw in close around the cage and held the iron over the slave's right cheek, close enough to his skin that it was uncomfortably warm. The slave tensed all his muscles and bit down as hard as he could on the gag. He was breathing very fast; Mistress C on the other hand was almost breathless and she could feel her heart pounding. She knew that without the gag her slave would be begging for release now and she was reveling in the power of forcing him but knowing that he would be grateful later.

"Here?" said Master Pain

"Excellent." Said Mistress C quickly and he held the branding iron against the slave's skin. There was quick hissing sound and someone in the crowd moaned. The slave gave a short choking scream and pressed hard against the cage. Tears were streaming from his eyes. Master Pain waited, counting under his breath then lifted the branding iron off the skin to inspect the mark. It was perfect; clear and bright red with the edges already beginning to rise and go white. As he took off the iron the crowd applauded and all started talking again in a sudden flood of excitement.

"There," he said, "Looked after properly that will look very well once it scars over."

"Excellent," Mistress C said again, her heart still beating hard and filled with pride and pleasure at the sight of her initial so clearly and prominently displayed on her slave. He was white and still crying but quite gently now. She took off his gag. "You are Marked as mine now and forever – was it so bad?" "It was terrible Mistress, it still hurts so badly but thank you Mistress for letting me wear your Mark. I am proud to have it."

"Good slave," she said buckling the gag back in place, "We will let people have a good look at this one and then we can do the next once the iron has been cleaned." She lifted his face, now completely white, to look into hers as he tried to plead through the gag. "Surprised? Well, I want you to know you are mine every time you look in a mirror so I need one on the front as well. And now you know what it feels like you know what to fear."

She was right, he knew what to fear and he was terrified but there was nothing he could do.

Master Pain and the performers went back into the offices of the Gallery. Mistress C said to the crowd, "Look but please don't touch - we don't want that to get infected." The people in the crowd were now talking amongst themselves quite freely, like people who have survived some sort of traumatic event. After a quick look at the mark on the slave most of them went back to the drinks table. The only people to stay and look closely were the couple Mistress C had been watching earlier. They both bent down so close to him that his skin twitched in the anticipation of a touch. He could hear them rapidly whispering in a very excited tone but he was too lost in his own thoughts to hear what they said. Finally they too left him alone and there was no distraction from the pain from his brand, the fear of the pain to come and his love for Mistress C.

She stood watching the couple as they enthused about their new-found fantasy and saw her slave was paying no attention; he was lost in his fear of the next brand. She looked up and saw Master Pain was also looking at the slave. He turned to her and slowly shook his head. She nodded; the demonstration was over. Although he had no choice if she wanted to make him, she knew that her slave was not ready for more tonight. Another time. Master Pain went up to the other performers and spoke to them softly. They all went into the back room to collect their gear and get changed. Mistress C followed them to deal with the money. The first two performers couldn't keep their hands off each other so she figured they'd get over the disappointment of not coming in her slave soon enough.

It took 2o minutes for her to get back and the crowd was now spread through the gallery, more animated than they had been. Complete strangers were talking to each other about the images and their own fantasies. The alcohol was going fast. The gallery Director was quite drunk herself. Mistress C's demonstration had been way beyond what she had expected and if she had had the courage she would have stopped it. She was hugely relieved when she saw the performers packing up and the occasion went back to resemble a more normal exhibition opening. Avoiding the caged man she walked around talking to the people and as their congratulations on the 'edginess' of the event mounted up she felt increasingly proud of hosting it. Soon she had forgotten the near panic and the odd desires the demonstration caused her.

The time for the end of the party came and the staff started to pack away the drinks and find the used glasses scattered around the gallery. The audience drifted away, many of them suddenly having to adjust to the shock of the real world as they came down the stairs and emerged on to the street loudly discussing sado-masochism and their fantasies. Mistress C had stayed in the background, not really talking to the people as the event wound up. The tall woman who had been so keen to squeeze her slave's balls sought her out as she was leaving. Pulling on a long dark coat, she said, "Wonderful, thank you. I would love to talk to you more sometime. We should have lunch." She shook Mistress C's hand and gave her a card patting the slave almost familiarly as she left. Mistress C watched her go then looked at the card; Mary, Club Taboo and a phone number was all that was on it.