Centre Stage

We have been driving about an hour to this place, Mistress Jess, (my wife) of 5 years, Master Ben who was one of my play friends in secondary school (high school), and his “submissive” Amy, or “Mistress Amy” to me, as she is very rarely submissive around me.

It has been a just over a month since Ben and Amy came into my life now, and have since passed a probation period with Mistress. At first, I didn’t think Mistress would like him enough. But one dinner with Ben seemed to solve that, he has become one of her closest friends, and they are always scheming or openly discussing how to torment me even when I am around.

It’s not quite Halloween, but the place we are going to is having a Halloween party, and I am dressed up as Catwoman.

Scratch that last line, because it is hardly true, we are going to a sex dungeon that is having a Halloween themed fetish night, and while my cheap leatherette costume vaguely resembled a Catwoman-ish look with its form hugging feature, it was only the ears that made it distinctly evident.

And they had sabotaged my outfit, the breasts along with the butt had been cut out of it, leaving all my assets completely exposed, except my pussy that would have only been visible from the back if I bent over.

Once we pulled into this extremely dark car park Ben left momentarily to check the place was open already. While Amy nudged me in my side, “chin up, this is going to be fun!”

I only grumbled in return. I instinctively looked at Jess for comfort but she was a little unsure too, but on the bright side, we were going to be wearing eye masks. She has a business reputation to keep after all. As for me, not so much, I have no reputation to consider, I am hers to do whatever she pleases, but thank goodness I get an eye mask too!

Master Ben soon returned opening the door poking his head in, “okay we’re good, let’s hustle.”

Everybody quickly got out making sure to lock the door behind them.

The air was crisp and cool on my exposed skin, the boot (trunk) of the car was opened and a large duffel bag sat alone in the spacious storage compartment.

Ben picked up the bag which was large enough to fit me inside out of the car with ease and closed it up after.

I took hold of Jess’s arm both as a means of comfort and as a means to slightly cover up. She didn’t object and smiled down at me. Amy responded with slapping my exposed rear so hard to elicit a small scream from me and a chuckle from Jess, who took my hand in hers and held it between us so that I couldn’t even slightly hide behind it.

The place was on our left, an old pub of sorts, as we circled the building once the main road which I was happy was rather dead and the nearby streetlight was out.

My free hand came up to give my metal collar a squeeze, something I did every time I felt nervous, something that a close friend had taught me to remember how loved I am. This metal ring around my neck was custom made for me by a metal worker and matched the ring on my finger, Mistress spent a lot of money on the pair, but the comforting part was the fact that it reminded me that I am loved and protected at all times.

We stopped outside to attach our eye masks, slightly concealing our identities, briefly remarking on how silly we were not to put them on before leaving the car, “we’d make shit vigilantes”, I chuckled.

We entered the front door and turned an inside corner to see a rather large bar with more than a dozen people. Only a couple were in costume as far as I could tell. We paused so Ben could get us all signed us all in at the book which was placed at the bar. Neither Jess or myself drank anymore, it has to do with the agreement with Jess when she agreed to become my mistress, but more on that another day.

Once signed in Ben said, “okay, we are on the first floor”, he turned directing us towards the stairs, I followed trying to ignore the fact that every pair of eyes were on me.

Walking up the stairs my nose was met with a musky sexual smell, probably what my teenage bedroom would have smelt like if I wasn’t so meticulous in my cleaning.

This floor had a large room circled with several booth areas down one wall and some bondage apparatus, a couple horses, a couple frames, an odd looking bench, down the opposite wall, a smaller bar in the corner and finally loads of seats maybe 50 forming a two semi-circles facing the middle of the room.
“The stage is set”, Ben uttered like some fancy actor, I started doubting myself and my abilities, I wanted to run a mile or at the very least just hide behind Jess from all the attention, and the place wasn’t even busy yet!

We stood at the bar for a while making idle conversation, Amy was the most chipper of us all, cracking smart ass or downright filthy jokes the whole time trying to lighten the mood for further embarrass me.

A few more people arrived, along with someone I knew, well Mistress knew him also, he was the man who showed us all the kinky locations we visited in Amsterdam. He wasn’t hot in the traditional sense, but his presence commanded respect, much like Jess’s did.

He greeted us both warmly with his almost stereotypical London accent, he wasn’t even from London, it was part of his travelling guise to charm women.

People continued to flow in, still, not a lot of costumes, or maybe shit leatherette/spandex and stuff was all that was necessary for Halloween, it wasn’t packed like a club but there were people all over now, the bar, the couches and the chairs were full now. I looked up at Jess for comfort as well as pulled myself into her side, she smiled down at me, and despite not being able to see the top half of her face, I felt a lot better. The place calmed, the unintelligible chatter surrounding me now affecting me less.

The first act came on, a couple showing off how much weight they could hang from clamps from the woman’s labia, I didn’t look fun at all, obviously, Amy leant into my ear and quipped, “I bet we could hang more off of you”.

I shot her a dark look, a look a submissive should never giver her superiors, but she just giggled following up with, “relax, we don’t want to ruin you, not in that way anyway”, she smirked darkly, as she always did when she had a plan in her head.

Several other shows happen, nothing too interesting for me, pet play mainly, there were many girls dressed as kittens, but that’s not the same as this, some great sexual acts, how many hard boiled eggs can one fit inside themselves was a notable one, mistress’s hand fell between my legs as Ben started to tie my arms behind my back, the humiliation of being in this shit costume with my tits on display and seemingly 100 in view as I got finger blasted, the humiliation mixed with desire and want, and before long, I was ready to give in to any command thrown my way, we were still at the bar, and not all eyes were on me due to other acts taking place, but some glances in my direction kept the humiliation level high.
“Smile dear you are up next, make me proud”, said my Mistress, pulling her fingers out of me, sucking upon them and then pushing her mouth over mine, I love this woman more than anything. To think 5 years ago she didn’t even know what BDSM was, besides being in some bestselling yet utterly shit book around that time.

I planted a smile across my face as Amy and Ben took an arm each, my arms tied clasping each other behind my back, the announcer the had announced everyone prior piped up, “hey look some crooks have managed to capture Batgirl”, I was Catwoman DAMNIT!!! or meant to be, my inner nerd mentally raged at him. My nerves kicking up something rotten inside my head, I hated being the centre of attention and public stuff like this, if I ever finish my autobiography, you will understand why. But I was VERY excited sexually, my sodden labia just aching to be touched.

A metal frame was pulled out into the middle with us. I was very intimidated by it, it had large metal hoops around the inside, I looked to Ben. Who was feeding the rope through a hoop, Amy without a word bent me over at the waist under the frame.

I was roped to the stand by my tied up arms behind my back holding me in my bent over position, half of the room obviously getting a nice view of my read end and wet pussy. A small direction from Ben to tiptoe was the only sound I heard, my mind was racing, my body shaking from a mix of fear and arousal.

I tiptoed and my bonds became tight as I was suspended and couldn’t touch the soles of my feet to the ground, only my toes, my legs were bound spread so I couldn’t close them either. My weight almost entirely on my arms that were cross behind my back, shoulders and a bit on my toes, it wasn’t uncomfortable but would be if I spent a long time in that position.

My horror was not yet complete as I felt metal brush against my thighs, my mind racing at the feeling thinking it was a knife, but I heard snipping of scissors as it moved so that was good a real relief to my mind, wait what are they doing!? I began to tremble.

My one piece was already sabotaged for the evening by these two, now they were modifying it further… The cheap material standing no chance to the scissors, round both thighs and up my side, the cold metal and tickling and public exposure clouding my mind so I lost track of what was happening when the whole costume was peeled from my body, with the exception of the legs, like I had thigh highs, I had to look down at myself to believe it was happening, I wanted to scream but I was flabbergasted.

The crowd cheered loudly snapping my attention, I looked up and found Mistress looking at me with a gleeful and mirthful look on her face, she had the eye mask off, probably due to absolutely no one looking at her right now, everyone was looking at me, she winked at me.

Ben had started talking to the crowd like a performer at the circus, I never knew he had stage presence, he was the sort of leader in our group of nerds back in school, our game and study group, he was always the tallest, and has since bulked out, a lot, not skinny like he used to be but not fat, just kind of firmer, made lifting me about easier.

One line I do remember from his speech was “don’t try this at home, or your wife will beat the shit out of you”. If I wasn’t on edge I would probably have laughed at the time rather than now.

Amy came and knelt in front of me for a few moments in the interim while Ben was talking, she whispered to me, “you ready?”

“Ready means I know what the hell is going to happen” I seethed through my teeth quietly back at her, probably with too much lip and ungrateful undertones, she just grinned and stood up.

She returned shortly after with my clamps and chain basic nipple clamps, with rubber grips with adjustable screws on each clamp, our zipper pegs, and a large metal tin. I didn’t ask, a belt came down upon my backside, hard, pulling me from the moment.

I cried out, another hit coming as my nipples were clamped, followed by the pegs on the cord, then after maybe 20 more belts, Ben slipped into me. Now, this might be hard to explain, but as a pansexual woman in a lesbian relationship I can tell you that after 5 years of dildos only, you miss cock, there is a big difference in both the strength, firmness, warmth, and overall feel when it is pushed into you, now, Ben is a large man, in stature and heart, but his manhood isn’t as big as some of the other men I’ve had, or the dildos, but the feel of it is wonderful, I really love it when a man enters me. It cannot really be put into words but hey, I tried. I had only had him a few times since he came back into my life.

So there I was, being fucked in front of seemingly maybe 80-100 people, my body burning under his hands, passion pouring through my veins, if I wasn’t tied and on my tiptoes I’d have been able to push back against him, but regardless this was great, but I had lost sight of Amy. That was never good, if she’s out of sight she was up to something, that’s when I felt it, a strong burning prickling sensation on the sole of my left foot, I had felt it before, but it took me a moment to realise what it was, nettles. Gosh I hate nettles, they were brought up in conversation a few weeks prior, but not in a sexual context, dammit Amy, you conniving bitch.

The burning on the sole of my foot grew up the inside of my leg around my ankle, had it not been for the rope around my ankle also, I would have kicked her in the face, involuntarily of course, maybe… Ben just kept thrusting into me with abandon, how long was I tied here? Were we the main event? No one else was up this long, though no one seemed to mind as my rolling delirious eyes turned left and right across the crowd, always finding Jess before too long, she was my rock, without her there this would have been absolutely horrible.

Amy swapped the nettle for a vibrator, one of those clit vibrators with the three balls on the top, she pressed it against me, and that was all she wrote, the humiliation and Ben ploughing me like some broodmare was enough, I was already on edge but this threw me over and I exploded to applause, Ben pulled out, unfinished, which I didn’t like until he walked round to stand in front of me, my head was at the correct height, but now he was blocking my sight with Mistress, but I could at least see some of him, that’ll do for now.

His cock hovered there inches away from my mouth as if to tease me rotten, my hungry tongue tried to reach out for it to the amusement of someone to my right, that’s when I felt the inflexible firm strapon enter my cunt, bigger than Ben’s but I’d have fucked ben’s over this in a heartbeat, not that this was bad, I loved it too.
That’s when the burning returned, this time on my overly sensitive clit, hood and petals, Amy pressed the nettle into it and rubbed it gently, I screamed out this time, I heard a few gasps of shock, then Ben stepped forwards, holding my head in place and pushed into my mouth and throat in its entirety muffling my screams of displeasure, and pleasure, jus both stuffed into me and holding there for a moment before starting a rhythm between them, the movement I could make was minuscule so it was all them, the nettle fell away, not that it mattered, the damage was done, my pussy burnt and stung with an unbearable itch.

The vibrator returned to my burning clit, not taking any of the pain out of it, but it worked me up to another orgasm almost as Ben was reaching his, he pulled out as my face cried out a rather painful orgasm from our hurting folds, as Ben shot streams of cum across my face and into my open mouth, Amy didn’t stop her thrusting as I think she was in the moment, Ben stumbled a little before he walked around me, I looked back to see where he went and he was picking up the mess, scooping the nettle into the tin, I looked back to find Mistress again who seemed to be having fun just watching me, arms folding across her chest, leg over the other, like the Queen she is to me.

A small-time passed, my cum soaked face on display to half the crowd, my third orgasm building, my head slumped, my cries filling the air, sweat and cum dripping from y face onto the floor below me. My orgasm hit, not as painful or as powerful as my others, but it was full of ache, Amy finally slowed and pulled out. I had never been so relieved to have someone pull out of me, I wanted to curl up into a ball snuggled against Jess and just sleep.

Amy came around to the front, I was worried for a second as I thought she was going to repeat what Ben had done earlier, but the dildo was off of her harness and in her hand, Ben was loosening in the rope that held me tight and unable to step on my now burning feet. Amy pushed the dildo into my mouth with her hand, her other holding my head still, all the way in and down my throat almost in one and then straight back out again. She smiled at me, and not an evil smirk or a sarcastic smile, but an actual smile that made me feel good.
I finally stood of my foot feel and was pulled back upright, my arms still bound behind my back but no longer strapped to the frame. My legs were shaking and a little uneasy for a few moments. There was applause and I bowed a little, I even smiled, I might have been humiliated beyond belief, but the audience had been nice, and I felt like I did a good job here.

I walked back over to the now re-masked Jess who handed me a wet wipe at arm’s length, she didn’t mind cum, she might be completely gay but she didn’t mind it, but she had no desire to have any on herself, which I respected, I had half forgotten it was there. I cleaned my face, neck and chest thoroughly when it dawned on me that I was completely naked sans eye mask and shoes. I was still humiliated beyond description, but I was with these three, what more could I ask for, we sat at the small bar for a while, a few people came over and said hi, thanks us for the show, not many spoke to me directly, but that was the case at most of these places, no one speaks to the sub without permission, I got some smiles and some people passed by more than once to take a good look at my swollen pussy that was exposed to the air for comfort my legs spread slightly helped both me and them. Ben and Amy chatted to some other eager “fans” we had just made that seemed funny, but I was just enjoying having Jess next to me again.

About an hour or so later we made to leave, Ben pulled out a bright pink mini skirt and an equally trashy pink crop top that said slut on the front, I pulled them on and we made out way out of the establishment, which was still having a great time.
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So there we have it, a very delayed story about my experiences just before Halloween last year, I am pretty sure it was the Friday before Halloween, I won’t name the location for security purposes. But they have events like that regularly, pity it’s a bit out of our way,