Queen of the Ball

The blade was withdrawn and his whisper, for her and only her rang in her ear, "That was perfect! Damn, woman, I love you!"

She opened her eyes when she heard the "thunk" of the knife being driven into one of the uprights holding her. He had rammed the tip of the knife deep into the wood well above her head. He gave her a quick smile and a wink as he turned to the table with the rest of the "toys". There he made a show of picking up each and "testing" it before setting it back down as if he couldn't decide which to use next. She knew what he was really doing was allowing her time to catch her breath and gather herself after the intense start.

As the stage turned, she again caught sight of herself in one of the overhead screens mounted around the room. The wonderful silk stockings were in tatters on her legs. But other than fading red lines, her legs and body showed no sign of where the knife had passed. The bleeding from her neck had already stopped, and only one bright red drop had flowed down between her breasts. Looking at herself on the screen she realized why he had her wearing the white silk panties. Where her juices had soaked them they had turned completely transparent! What better way to show how wet she got during their sessions?

Katie had never seen herself this way before and was fascinated by the woman she saw on the screen. Hair already starting to come loose from its bonds, nipples standing hard, breasts heaving with her breathing, panties obviously soaked with her juices. She forgot to watch James as he finally selected a crop from the table and moved behind her.

SMACK!!!! Katie lunged forward as fire blossomed across her ass. Even though the silk that one hurt!

"Pay attention to ME!" James demanded as he walked around in front of her, riding crop in his hand. He then started rubbing the crop along her body, starting with her raised arms. Every few inches he would tap the tip of the crop against her skin. As he moved lower on her body the taps grew slowly, teasingly slowly, harder. The crop stroked the smooth skin of her sides and hips, then moving back to circle each breast. A firm tap administered to each hard nipple. Katie shuddered at the contact with her now very sensitive nipples and felt the wetness between her legs increase.

The crop stroked across her belly, the taps now becoming smacks that left light red marks behind. Stroking down the outside of each leg, red spots every few inches, then up the tender insides of her thighs. Katie knew where the crop was heading and let a soft moan escape her lips.

"Don't you even think about it!" James commanded her. "We have a long way to go before you can even think of cumming." And with that the crop landed with a sodden smack right on her open pussy. Katie bit her lip and let out a long moan.

"This will not do," she heard James say. Then she felt the knife against her skin again. The back of it this time as it slipped between her hip and the elastic band at the top of the panties. A quick flick of the wrist, and a repeat on the other side and the soggy silk fell between her feet.

"Much better," James said, and rubbed the shaft of the crop against her now exposed clit. "Don't you think so my pet?" Katie's only answer was another moan as the woven leather of the crop rubbed across her sensitive flesh. James stepped in close to her, his fingers parting her nether lips and then probing deep inside of her. He slipped his fingers free and as he withdrew them he gave her clit a pinch.

"Why, my pet, you are positively drenched. Now someone might get the idea that you are liking this," he teased. He lifted his juice covered fingers to her face and rubbed one under her nose, filling her sense of smell with her own odor before allowing her to lick his fingers clean.

He trailed his hands down across her chest to her nipples. Taking one in each hand he pinched and pulled each hard enough to make her gasp. "If these get any harder, my pet, they are going to pop. I think we need to do something to keep that from happening."

James turned back to the table, setting the crop down and picking up a set of three tweezer-type clips all connected by chain. Katie realized that the rubber tips had been removed from the clips and she watched him closely as he approached her again. Taking a nipple between his fingers he rolled it and pulled it, stretching it even further. He then set the clip around the base of the nipple and tightened it fully. This wrung another low moan from Katie as the metal bit into her flesh. James repeated this with her other nipple. Katie stood as still as she could, eyes closed as she fought the sensations running though her body. The pain from her nipples seemed to run directly to her clit, making it stand out further, and making it much more sensitive. Katie was fighting hard to keep her orgasm at bay.

James voice cut though her concentration, "Pet, look at me." Katie's eyes flickered open. James was holding the third clip up before her face. "Do you know where this one is going?" Katie just nodded dumbly. "No, that won't do, pet. Tell me where this is going."

Katie had to swallow several times before she could get her voice working. "You . . . you're going to put that one on my clitoris, Master," she managed to stammer.

"Yes, and be sure to hold still, pet. You know how sensitive you are down there and we wouldn't want to get this in the wrong spot, would we?" James' voice held an evil lilt.

As he knelt and used one hand to tease her clit more fully into the open, Katie bit her lower lip and held her breath. She felt the cold metal surround the bud of flesh then tighten around it until she was groaning from the feelings coursing though her. James stood and gave a tug to the chains where they met, pulling on all three clips. Katie's breath exploded out of her at the rush of pain/pleasure, and she fought with all her concentration to keep from cumming. James watched her closely, ready to distract her if need be, but saw she was getting the urge under control. Dropping the chains he moved to the table to select the next implement.

What he picked up was her favorite "toy". A three-foot long, twenty tail flogger made from fine suede. Next to it was one almost identical, which he also picked up and hung on a peg at the back of the frame Katie hung from. Walking around in front of her again James held the flogger at eye level. Katie, sensing him there, opened her eyes again.

"You are ready to continue?" Not really a question, more a statement for her to agree with. Not trusting her voice at all at this point, Katie just nodded. James nodded back at her and stepped behind her again.

She felt the leather caressing her shoulders and back as he first draped the flogger across her. He let the tails run like a waterfall down her back before drawing it away for the first blow. To Katie it felt like a hundred spots of heat of the lashes biting at her skin. The leather was far too soft to cut into her but James was good enough that only the tips of the tails caught her on each stroke. Every one of them taking its nip of her skin leaving a fiery tingle as it passed.

The first few strokes seemed almost at random, keeping her guessing where, when they would hit. But James knew her well and just as this was becoming frustrating to her he shifted to a constant rhythm. To the spectators it looked like a martial arts demonstration. The flogger never stopped, it flowed from the strike, looping smoothly around and striking again. No matter where it struck, her shoulders, her back, her ass, the cadence was constant. Several times James shifted it from one hand to the other, never once missing the beat, or missing Katie.

To Katie it was like being subjected to a constant rain of hot coals. The pinpricks of pain from each tip blended into an overall heat that slowly overwhelmed her senses. Pain and pleasure faded into one another as her endorphins kicked in, and she lifted into her subbie space. The crowd was gone, the ropes and cuffs holding her were gone, even James was gone. The only thing that mattered was the flow of pleasure/pain blooming across her back.

She sensed more than felt the change when James picked up the other flogger and started using both of them, one in each hand. All she knew was that the flow had become a river, a torrent, carrying her along uncontrollably. She didn't hear her own sobs and gasps as James drove her closer to the edge. She didn't hear her own voice begging for more, even more. The edge was coming ever closer, she could feel it building up inside of her. That undeniable fire filling her to overflowing. Deep inside she knew she had to wait for James to release her, to give her permission to climax, but if he waited too much longer it would crash over her totally out of her control. The edge, right to the very edge, then. . . .

James knew her responses very well. From the tension of her muscles, from her labored breathing, from the way her hands held the ropes as if her very life depended on holding on, he knew. He knew how close to the edge she truly was. Dropping the extra flogger to the floor he circled in front of her again. She was only aware that the feeling on her back was no longer increasing. James reached out almost causally and grabbed the chain linking the clips on her nipples. With a quick flick of his wrist he jerked the clips from her nipples.

The effect on Katie was electric. Her eyes snapped open, unseeing. Her body tensed, every muscle rigid. She rose up onto her toes as her arms pulled at the ropes holding her. Her climax would not be denied as the fire from her nipples burned into her being.

She was teetering on the very edge when his voice reached her, "Not just yet, pet." Only his voice could reach the inner part of her, only his command could stop her body from simply reacting. She grasped desperately for the control he expected from her. Jaw clenched, holding her breath, she put everything she had left in her to stay on this side of the edge, knowing he wouldn't, couldn't, make her wait much longer.

James held the nipple clips in his hand then slowly wound the chain around his hand moving closer and closer to the final clip still trapping her clit. He was close enough to feel the heat radiating from her over-stimulated body. The one hand wrapped in the chain was very close to the final clip, the other, still holding the flogger, moved between her legs. He rubbed the handle of the flogger against her wet opening.

His soft voice released her as he simply said, "Now." At the same moment, he pulled the clip off of her clit and slid the handle of the flogger up into her receptive pussy.

Katharine Elaine Wilson ceased to be, burned to nothing by the nova that started in her clit, traveled to her nipples, reflected, amplified from her back, and down to her clit for another trip around. Her scream echoed throughout the building even without benefit of the amplifiers. As it washed across the crowd many other screams joined hers as others, inspired by her, followed her. Katie spun far out into space escaping into the oblivion of unconsciousness.

Hands gliding smoothly across her back. The scent of fine oils and the feel of an analgesic cream taking the burn from her skin. Katie's awareness gradually returned. She was lying on some kind of soft mat, not quite face down, but with her head pillowed against something warm. She could feel at least four hands moving across her back and legs, and there was another hand stroking her hair. She took a long slow breath and lazily opened her eyes.

"Welcome back, my sweet pet." James was the one stroking her hair. Her head was lying on his thigh and his face was bent close to hers watching her intently.

Katie smiled up at him then pursed her lips for a kiss. James lowered his mouth to hers and they exchanged a long soulful kiss.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?"

She gave a long, sensuous stretch, feeling her whole body, searching for any trouble spots. "Well, I hurt so wonderfully," she purred. "Other than a stiff shoulder from being tied in that position, nothing is really wrong. But, damn! What did you do to me tonight? I have never felt anything like that before. I didn't think I could cum so hard, ever!"

James gave her a soft smile, "Let's just say that you were inspired, as well as inspiring tonight, sweetheart." He stroked her hair for a bit longer, letting her enjoy the massage she was receiving, then gently inquired, "Do you think you are ready to get up? We have to go back up there and show them that I didn't kill you," James ended with a chuckle.

Katie stretched again, loath to give up the wonderful massage she was getting. "Well, I suppose if we must, we must." She sighed and rolled over, pushing herself up to a sitting position.

James was immediately there to help her stand and balance her should she need it. Her legs were a bit on the rubbery side, but she stood with no trouble. "Ummm, do I go up like this, or is there something I should wear?" Katie asked. The words were no sooner out of her mouth than one of her masseuses was beside her holding a very light and soft cotton dress. James helped her put it on and she realized that it was cut like a Greek toga, draping from one shoulder across under the other arm. She wore nothing underneath, but the dress was fairly modest, belted at her waist by a gold colored rope, and falling to just above her knees. James led her to a full-length mirror so she could inspect herself. Her makeup had been removed and her hair let down and brushed until it shone. The dress fit as though it had been made just for her, and knowing James, it had been. She looked at her reflection and decided that she would not try to re-apply real makeup, just a touch of eyeliner and lip gloss since she suspected that she would have to appear in front of the crowd again. She finished this slight touch-up then turned back and forth in front of the mirror a couple of times before announcing, "Let's go!"

They were on the second floor of the building in one of the private rooms that were reserved for play and rest. She and James had, in the past, used them for both. Walking to the end of the corridor they entered a small elevator. When the doors opened again, Katie realized that they were behind one of the stages at the end of the big party room. James led her up to the heavy curtain that separated them from the stage."Wait here till you hear your name, then come out on the stage," was James's only instruction to her. He then flipped a quick signal to Charles who slipped though the curtain.

Katie heard the clicks and pops of a microphone being picked up off its stand. Then Charles' voice boomed from the speakers, "My friends, James Wilson!"

James stepped though the curtain and Katie heard the applause break out from the crowd. This applause quickly tapered off and then Katie heard, "Now the queen of our New Year's two thousand and one ball, Katharine Wilson!!"

Katie took a deep breath and pushed though the curtain. What greeted her was not so much applause as thunder. She would have sworn that she felt the building shake with the clapping, cheers, and stomping of the crowd. The noise had barely begun to die down when James stepped up next to her and placed a gold tiara on her head. He then grabbed her by the upper arms, pulled her close to him and gave her a kiss that made her legs turn to jelly. The noise of the crowd swelled around and over them anew.

When James finally released her and stepped back, one of the lady members of the board was standing there with a giant bouquet of red and white roses. She stepped up in front of Katie, bowed to her and gave her the flowers. She could hear Charles trying to get the crowd to quiet down a bit.

When Charles was finally able to make himself heard again, he told the crowd, "We have a couple of special surprises for our queen still." Gesturing with a flourish he waved to woman standing to the side of the stage. Walking over to Katie and carrying a large box she stopped as Charles held the mic up for her.

"As you are all aware the society never pays for the demonstrations. But we do feel that the participants should get some reward. Katharine, James knew that you would mourn the loss of the beautiful dress, so we have a replacement for you!" The woman opened the box, and inside, complete down to the white silk panties, was a duplicate of the outfit she had arrived in! Katie stole a quick look at James and saw him grinning from ear to ear. "As a final reward," the woman continued, "If you want, you may remove your collar and for the rest of tonight, and at the party next month, participate without any restrictions on you."

This time Katie didn't even look at James. Almost dropping the bouquet she held, Katie's free hand flew to her neck, feeling, making sure that her collar was indeed still there.

When Charles canted the mic in her direction, Katie said clearly, "Thank you very much for the crown, the roses and the honors, and thank you very much for the dress. But," she paused and turned her head to look James straight in the eyes showing him all the love she felt, "I will NEVER take off my collar!"

As the crowd once again roared its approval she saw the pride on James's face as he mouthed, "I love you." and blew her a kiss.