The Executive Lifestyle Experience Ch. 02

Amanda had a radiant smile as she continued to dance topless for several more songs, brazenly displaying her breasts to the audience, shamelessly swaying with the music. She looked for all the world like she was enjoying herself. Just a few minutes ago, she had begged Master Brad not to force her to do this. Now, she was obviously into it, playing to the audience.

As the next song ended, Amanda stopped dancing for the brief interlude between songs. She stood topless before us, breathing rapidly from her exertion. She was shaking slightly, evidently very aroused. I began to wonder if she might be close to orgasm, just from strip-dancing.

The music started once again, and Amanda resumed her erotic dancing. She reached down, unfastened the knot at her hip, and began unwinding the silky white material of her bottom sash. She unwrapped herself, exposing her gorgeous ass, but continued to hold the material close in front of herself as she danced around her stage. When she was facing away from the audience, she raised her hands above her head, swaying seductively, pulling the silky white material of her bottom sash around her neck like it was a feather boa. She danced that way for a few moments, then pulled the material down across her pelvis as she turned back to her audience.

Amanda's flagrant teasing had the audience yelling and cheering. There was no doubt she had them eating out of her hand. She continued to dance for a while, occasionally drawing the material up over her breasts, baring her pussy to the crowd. She played with the white boa for several minutes, flashing the audience then covering back up, before she finally removed it completely. She eventually wadded it up and threw it into the audience.

The beautiful young slave girl straightened and danced, naked but for her collar and cuffs. Her nipples were standing out sharply, and the neatly trimmed triangle of her pubic hair glistened with moisture. She slid her hands slowly up her body, up through her hair, then up the chain connected to her collar. With her hands high above her head, she wound them around the chain, holding on as if her wrists were chained high above her. She struggled slightly, pulling on the chain, pretending to be helpless. She arched her back, grinding her hips at the audience as she struggled in her bonds, displaying her naked body to full perfection.

Emma sucked in her breath as I began stroking her clit with greater intensity. I sensed she was getting close, aroused by Amanda's display of struggling naked in her chains, as well as my repeated penetration of her very wet pussy with my fingers. I could feel her tensing, coiling like a spring, ready to cum.

The song ended, and Amanda stood has she was, naked, pretending her hands were chained above her head. The next song started, and she released her grip on the chain to dance naked around the stage. Her body was perfect, and the way she moved to the music made a very erotic spectacle indeed.

I began to stroke my finger back and forth over Emma's clit, using her sex dew, now profusely leaking from her very wet pussy, for lubrication. I felt her begin to spasm. I quickly turned her slightly, not releasing my grip on her breast and pussy, but enough that I could cover her mouth with mine, muffling her moans of pleasure with a passionate kiss. I held her tight in my arms as she orgasmed, continuing to kiss her deeply. I guided her through it, continuing to rub her clit and pinch her stiff nipple as I felt her contracting with wave after wave of ecstasy.               After a few moments of ecstatic release, Emma sagged in my arms. I released the kiss and pulled her gently back against me, hugging her firmly as she recovered from her orgasm.

Amanda danced through five more songs, to the appreciative comments of the various spectators, before Master Brad told her she could stop.

"Nicely done, little slave," he told her. "I must say, you did even better than I had expected."

"Thank you, Master Brad."

Master Brad stepped up onto the table. He drew Amanda's arms behind her and clipped her cuffs together. He drew a leash from his pocket and clipped it to her collar. He then released the padlock securing the tackle chain to her collar.

"Now, step down," he directed.

They both stepped off the table, Master Brad assisting Amanda with her balance since her arms were cuffed behind her.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he addressed the audience. "I hope you enjoyed the show, but the best is yet to come. We will take a half-hour intermission, during which time, I will send my slave around to meet each of you. There is to be no touching for now, just conversation. After intermission, we can have some more fun."

Amanda was beginning to realize that Master Brad had made no move to retrieve her wispy slave uniform.

"May this slave be permitted to redress in her slave uniform?"

"And spoil the view?" Master Brad asked, feigning surprise. "I think not. You have a lovely body, little slave, and it would be a shame to not allow everyone to appreciate it."

Amanda's face flamed red, but she knew better than to object.

"As you wish, Master Brad."

He called Ann over to him and handed her Amanda's leash.

"Take this slave to the ladies' room and have her relieve herself and freshen up. Then, take her around and introduce her to everyone you can. At 11 pm, please bring her back here and we will continue."

"Of course, Master Brad," Ann replied. "Come, slave... you are mine for a while."

Ann led Amanda out of the room.

McCafferty took advantage of the lull to introduce me to some of his friends. I met Julie, an attractive dominatrix. He also introduced me to Linda, a middle-aged blonde, who he described as more of a "switch". Apparently, both women were among the regulars at the club. McCafferty seemed to know everyone, and was obviously well known at the club. He had Lisette and Emma fetch us fresh drinks, with refills on their wine as well.

Ann soon returned, leading Amanda, introducing her around to the circle of guests. It must have been surreal for Amanda, to be naked and on a leash, her hands cuffed behind her, as she was led around the group of fully dressed guests. But she gamely did her part, engaging in conversation, and speaking to all those to whom she was introduced, though she was obviously embarrassed at her nakedness. When she got to us, I couldn't help but admire her youthful beauty, so brazenly on display. I could also see she was aroused, despite her predicament, or more likely, because of it.

"This is Master Scott," Ann told Amanda. "And Master Scott's slaves, Lisette and Emma."

"And this is my guest for the evening, Master Brian," McCafferty added.

"I am pleased to meet you, Amanda," I said. "I very much enjoyed your dancing. You are very beautiful."

"Thank you, Master Brian," Amanda replied. "I am glad you enjoyed it. My Master will be pleased. And I am pleased to meet all of you as well."

"You are quite beautiful, slave," McCafferty commented. "And your dance was exquisite. Very beautiful, very sexy."

"Thank you, Master Scott," Amanda replied.

After that brief introduction, Ann led Amanda away, introducing her to the other audience members, one by one.

The half-hour break passed quickly, and before long, Master Brad was calling the audience back to their seats.              "It's time to continue," he announced. He took Amanda's leash back from Ann, and held onto it while Ann retrieved a piece of apparatus.

Master Brad held Amanda's leash, using it to draw her back to him, moving her out of the way as Ann rolled up a bondage table. She positioned it in the center of the room, and locked the wheels.

The bondage table was a narrow beam-like contraption, designed to hold a victim in various positions. It was narrow, like an operating table, barely wide enough to support a person's torso. It was padded with foam-backed soft leather, and tipped forward on a hinge so that it was nearly vertical. The tipping mechanism was a hydraulic cylinder and jack that enabled the table to be tipped to any orientation, from nearly vertical, to past horizontal, and remain where it had been put. A second hydraulic jack set the table height. The attitude of the device had been adjusted so it was nearly vertical, and the height set so the lower edge of the beam just cleared the floor.

The lower section of the beam was split into two half-width legs, each joined to the upper section by a hinge that allowed the legs to be swiveled outward, spreading them apart. The legs were also padded, and had been pushed together so that the table was effectively a continuous beam. Ann placed a small step-stool at the foot of the beam.

Master Brad led Amanda over to the beam. He had her turn away from him so he could unlock the padlock that was securing her wrists behind her back.

"Step up on the stool, and turn so your back is against the beam," he ordered.

When Amanda obeyed his instruction, he pulled her wrist cuffs together behind the beam, then secured them with a padlock, trapping her arms around the beam.

There were two short chains that dangled from either side of the upper part of the beam. Master Brad took the left chain and stretched it out to the D-ring on the left side of Amanda's collar. He fit a small padlock through the chain link closest to the D-ring, then through the D-ring itself. He then locked it, securing the chain to Amanda's collar, leaving a few links hanging loose at the end. He then moved around to Amanda's right side, attaching the chain on that side to the right side of her collar, in a similar manner.

Amanda obeyed quietly, allowing her naked body to be secured against the table. She took a deep breath, evidently trying to calm herself, when she heard the locks snap shut. She knew she was trapped, utterly unable to escape the heavy metal chains. I watched as Master Brad cinched a leather belt across Amanda's hips, fitting it snugly to hold her pelvis in place. He then manipulated the attitude jack, rotating the table to a more horizontal position. Amanda was now supported on her back, naked, her body lying on the table.

Ann leaned in to help secure Amanda to the table. They clipped her ankle cuffs to the bottom of each table leg, pulling out the slack, then strapped her legs by cinching a leather belt just above the knees. Satisfied, they rotated the leg supports outward, spreading Amanda's legs wide apart. When her legs were fully spread, they locked the supports in place, holding them that way.

I watched as young Amanda was bound to the table, her legs spread wide. When they were done, she was completely restrained, secured to the bondage table so tightly she could do little more than shiver helplessly. It left her in a very obscene position; one that provided full access to her body. All of her orifices were easily accessible, to be fondled or fucked, by anyone that Master Brad allowed to do so. She was fully on display, and completely helpless.

Master Brad moved to the base of the table, between Amanda's legs.

"How does it feel, Amanda, to be displayed like this in front of everyone?"

Amanda had trouble responding, her face burning with embarrassment.

"I feel helpless, Master Brad." She took a deep breath. "I am both scared and aroused."

"I can understand being scared," Master Brad observed. "You are completely at my mercy, available to anyone to whom I chose to offer you. You have no say, whatsoever, over what is to be done to you. No one is going to save you."

He was watching Amanda carefully, observing the fear in her eyes.

"But do not forget, little slave, this same helplessness, this same lack of control, is precisely why you are so aroused."

He turned to the young woman assisting him.

"Miss Ann, would you be so kind as to fetch me a whip? You may choose."

The young woman bowed her head.

"As you wish, Master Brad."

A second later, Ann had scampered away.

Master Brad reached up to Amanda's spread crotch, inserting his fingers into her pussy. He penetrated her slit, working his fingers deep inside her, probing her in front of everyone. Despite Amanda's utter embarrassment, she couldn't restrain a moan of intense pleasure at what he was doing. Master Brad continued to worm his fingers inside her, making her squirm and pant as he worked her G-spot.

"You must ask permission if you want to cum."

"Oooohhhh... Yes, Master Brad. May I please be allowed to cum?"

"Already?" Master Brad chuckled as he continued to work Amanda's G-Spot. "Not yet. You can hold out a bit."

I could see a froth of lubrication drooling from Amanda's helplessly spread vagina, coating Master Brad's fingers. Her labia were swollen and flowered open, and her pelvis was squirming. She was breathing hard, panting, trying not to cum.

"Oooohhhh, please, Master Brad! I don't think I can hold it!"

"Not yet... Hold it!" Master Brad growled. He continued to work his fingers inside Amanda's quivering vagina.

Amanda was panting, squirming desperately. I could see her muscles cording as she strained to hold back her impending release.

"Please, Master Brad. Please, Please, Please let me cum!!!"

"Ok, slut... cum. Let everyone in this room see what a horny little cunt you are!"

That was all Amanda needed. With a loud wail, she began a cataclysmic orgasm, convulsing with ecstasy. Her loud scream was suddenly cut off, turning to silence as she continued to convulse. Then she was squirting, her juices spraying everywhere as she writhed helplessly in her bonds.

Master Brad moved aside to avoid the spray of juices erupting from Amanda's pussy, but he kept his fingers inside her, continuing to massage her G-spot.

Amanda suddenly found her voice, letting out a long, gasping wail.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!......Oooohhhh!!!.... Oh my god!... Oooohhhh!.... EEEEyyyyyyaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

She fought her bonds as she continued to thrash around, but she was bound so securely, she barely moved as she strained and shivered.

Master Brad continued to work his fingers in her pussy, and just when I thought Amanda was finally coming down, she was spasming again, shrieking and continuing to squirt.

"Oh my god... Oh my god!... Oh my god... Oooohhhh!!!"

Master Brad finally withdrew his fingers, allowing Amanda to at last begin to catch her breath.

"Oooohhhh.... Aaaahhh. Oh my god... whew!"

Amanda was breathing like she had just sprinted half a mile.

The audience broke into spontaneous applause, prompting Master Brad to turn and take a bow. "Thank you," he chuckled. "That was indeed one of the better ones."

He turned back to Amanda, watching as she fought to get her breath back.

"Do you have something to say, little slave?" There was amusement in his voice.

"Huh... Wha?"

Amanda sounded like she was drunk.

"What do you say, when your Master gives you something you want?"

"Oh. I'm sorry, Master, I'm having trouble focusing. Thank you, Master Brad, for letting me cum."

"You're welcome, little slave, and I noticed it was quite the cum. Tell me, have you ever squirted before?"

"Um.... No, Master Brad. I have never squirted before. Thank you for letting me cum. Thank you for making me squirt."

A moment later, Ann came back, carrying a black leather flogger. She stopped before Master Brad, knelt, and held out the whip.

"Thank you, Miss Ann. You have chosen well."

Master Brad took the leather flogger from the girl, who rose gracefully, and moved into the circle of on-lookers. He went to Amanda and kissed her, idly stroking her breasts.

"Rest for a few minutes," he told her. "That was quite a cum. Take a moment to get your breath back, then we will continue."

"Mmmmm, Thank you, Master."

Amanda closed her eyes as she lay in her bonds, breathing deeply, relaxing.

Master Brad began walking slowly around Amanda's table, observing her carefully from different angles. He let Amanda have a few minutes before he decided it was time to continue.

"Now, I believe we have some unfinished business from earlier," Master Brad announced. "Before, when I first told you that you were going to do a strip-dance for us, do you feel your obedience was sufficient?

Amanda eyed the flogger uncertainly.

"I tried, Master Brad. I did my best while dancing, trying to do a good job."

"I agree, you did a very good job with your dancing, once you got started," Master Brad allowed. "But I am talking before that, when I first told you what I wanted... Do you feel that your obedience was immediate and without question?"

Amanda looked guilty, now watching the flogger with a growing sense of unease.

"No, Master Brad," she said softly. "When you first asked, I begged you not to make me do it."

"And do you think that was proper conduct for a slave?"

"Please, Master Brad, I am sorry. I was only asking to be spared; I did not refuse, and once you insisted, I gave it my all."

"Indeed. But the fact remains, you did not obey immediately and without question."

Amanda was beginning to look very concerned.

"No, Master Brad, I did not obey immediately and without question."

Master Brad idly drew the flogger across Amanda's breasts, letting the leather tails caress her soft flesh.

"I agree, and that demands punishment. You will count aloud."

Amanda looked very scared.

"Yes, Master Brad."

Amanda nervously watched the flogger as Master Brad drew it back, then flicked it firmly across her breasts.

<Whap!>

Amanda gave a little yelp of surprise and grit her teeth, squirming a bit at the sting in her breasts.

"Haaaaah! mmmm... One, Master Brad."

"I want you to keep in mind that this punishment would not have been necessary if you had given me your complete obedience. Further, the final outcome of my order was exactly as it would have been, if you had. So, in essence, you have subjected yourself to this punishment for no reason at all."

He once again slashed the flogger across Amanda's breasts, causing her to gasp and squirm.

<Whap!>

"Hisssssss!... Two, Master Brad... Yes, sir... I will keep that in mind."

<Whap!>

"Oh god!... Three, Master Brad"

<Whap!> Again across the breasts.

"Oooh!... Four, Master Brad."

Amanda was panting and squirming. Her breasts were beginning to glow red, but there were no real welts. The flogger spread over her skin when it hit, spreading the energy of the blow. I was sure it stung, especially on her sensitive skin, but I could also see it was unlikely to do any real damage.

<Whap!>

"Ooooohh!... Five, Master Brad."

Amanda squirmed in her bondage.

"Now, little Slave," Master Brad began, "I will offer you a deal... We can stop at 5, and I will consider your punishment complete. Or," he paused, giving her a chance to consider, "we can continue."

Amanda looked at him with some confusion.

"All you need to do to get me to stop," Master Brad explained, "is to beg me to turn you over to everyone in the club, as a gang-bang slut."

Amanda gasped at his words. Apparently, she hadn't expected that. Perhaps she knew that, at some point during her initiation, she would be required to submit to someone, or several someones -- that she would be violated publicly while everyone watched. But everyone in the club? There must have been more than seventy five people there! Surely, she hadn't expected this.

Master Brad saw the look of panic on Amanda's face and chuckled evilly.

"That's right little slave, look around you. See how many there are."

"Oh my god!" Amanda gasped. "A... a Gang-Bang? With all these people?"

"Well, we don't know exactly how many would choose to participate, but as lovely as you are, I would think you would get quite a few takers," Master Brad allowed. "Now what's it to be? Should I continue? Or do you want to beg me to make your lovely naked body public property for the rest of the night?"