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Subject: ruthie's story, Part XI (11/12) (M/f, bdsm)

ruthie's story, Part XI

The next morning, I arose first and did my usual morning bathroom chores. 
Then I awakened ruthie, uncuffed her, and let her do the same.  When she
came back out, I asked what we should do for the day.  It was Sunday, and
my last day in town.  My plane would be leaving early Monday morning, but
we had the day and night yet.  She suggested more sightseeing during the
day, and then revealed a surprise for me.  This evening, there was a
formal ball of one of the local bdsm groups.  It was a classy affair, and
she had been invited by one of her friends she had met online who was a
sub to a member of this rather exclusive club.  It was at the top of one
of the hotels in Manhattan, but not the Hilton.  She had already made
arrangements for a tux for me.  It had been delivered while we were out,
and was hanging in the closet with all the accessories I would need.  Her
gown was there also!!  

My tux was pretty much standard fare....black, stripes downt he sides of
the legs, elegant white shirt with a ruffled front, black tie, socks,
shoes....all my size exactly.  The lady knew me better than I had
realized!!

Her attire was something else!!  It was a two piece evening
dress....black, tight, soft long skirt slit up the side to the level of
her crotch.  the skirt was a wrap-around with two buttons on the sides
above the long slit.  The top was sleeveless, low cut, with spaghetti
straps that tied on the shoulders, and buttoned in back with a single
button on the top, and the rest of the top fell away, leaving the back
totally exposed as the top flowed when she walked.  She had high heels,
hose, and a garter belt to finish the outfit...all in black as well.  Her
major piece of jewelry was a gold necklace, very wide, and resembled a
collar more than a necklace.  I pulled the skirt away in front to confirm
my suspicions that she wore no panties.

I was impressed, and during the day of eating and sightseeing, I couldn't
stop imagining what was awaiting me that night!!  We had agreed not to
role play during the day, but I had a bad time keeping my hands off of
her, as I thought almost continually of seeing her in the dress that
waited in the hotel closet!!

We returned to the hotel late in the afternoon, and she waited while I got
ready.  I finished in the bathroom, and allowed her to take over while I
dressed for the ball.  She took all her clothes into the bath with her so
I wouldn't see her till she was ready to leave.

When she came out, she was more than striking....STUNNING was more like
it!!  Her figure fit the dress like it was poured in.  When she walked,
the slit exposed her long legs, and the tops of the hose.  The soft skin
of her back showed as the top swayed with her walk.  She was all black and
hints of pink and she was far more beautiful than I had imagined!

She picked up her purse and I helped her with her wrap, and put on my
coat, and we were off!!  We caught a taxi to the hotel, and went in, found
the elevators, and went to the top to the ballroom.  In the elevator, she
took out some toys from her purse....black fur-lined handcuffs, a black
fur-lined collar, a black leash, a black ball-gag, and a black blindfold.

"You might need these tonight if we are going to fit in," she purred,
smiling coyishly.

"Hmmmm....you're right!...turn around."

I took her purse, cuffed her hands behind her, and attached the collar and
leash.  I replaced her purse in her hands, and kept the gag and blindfold
in my hands for the moment.  The elevator reached the top floor, and we
exited to the reception desk.  There were a variety of costumes, dress,
and undress at the party.  All the men were dressed as I was....black
tuxedo basically.  However, the women were dressed in a variety of evening
attire ranging from conservative to almost nude...a couple of women were
basically nude, escept for collars, leashes, nipple or pussy clamps, and
heels.  ruthie was dressed somewhere in the middle of the variety in terms
of being risque.  We put our coats and the ball gag and blindfold in the
cloakroom and went to the registration desk.

We registered at the table, apid the entry fee, and entered the ballroom,
me first, leading ruthie dutifully behind me by the leash.  We looked for
her friends, but didn't immediately find them.  We found a table in a
rather inconspicuous part of the room, sat down, and I left ruthie alone
while I went to the bar to get drinks.  When I came back, I noted a
basically nude woman and her "Master" talking with ruthie.  When I
approached the table, she introduced me to them as her friend she had met
online and her Master.  We exchanged pleasantries...but I couldn't help
but notice how the "friend" was ... or rather, was NOT...dressed....she
was nude except for black heels, black fur-lined cuffs, a black collar,
and a black leash.  She was wearing a black leather strap outfit that went
over her shoulders, above and beneath her breasts, across her waist, and
through her crotch...but there were two strands of leather there that were
separated.  Nothing was covered at all.  Breasts and completely bald pussy
were completely visible to all!  

I asked the "Master" about the attire, and he said anything goes at this
ball.  Most people, however, start out fairly well covered, and as the
drinking progressed, the clothing of both Masters and subs begins to come
off...although many Masters kept on their formal attire for contrast.

We sat and talked for quite a while, and then decided to dance.  ruthie's
friend didn't seem to mind at all as she was led basically naked onto the
dance floor by her Master, but many other people noticed her....she was
beautifully stunning.  Her Master left no part of her unexplored as they
danced, and I did my share of exploring ruthie as well.  Her high slit
skirt lent itself to wandering hands, and her top was loose at the bottom,
allowing free explortion of her charms underneath each garment.  She was
acutely aware that her bottom was nearly completely exposed from the rear
as I slid my hand under the slit on the side of her skirt, and fondled her
rear as we danced....alternating back and forth with sliding it under the
top as well.  Soon she was breathing hard, and didn't seem to care one bit
whether she was exposed or not.  She was simply fitting in to the scene.

As the evening progressed, the dancing became more and more "emotional,"
and the clothing on most of the subs became almost nonexistent.  ruthie's 
friend's Master came over and asked if I intended to enter her in the
"obedient slave" contest.  I said I didn't know....what was expected?  He
said that the Master of the slave who was judged most obedient would
receive a prize...but the prize would be for two.  The only negative rules
were that no sexual intercourse was allowed as part of the exhibition. 
Anything else was acceptable, including dildo action, etc.  I noticed a
stage behind the dance floor, and wondered what was behind it, so I asked.


He said it was basically set up tonight as a dungeon.  There were swings,
a large rotating "X," a whipping post, a table, a bench, a horse...almost
anything one would need to exhibit the submissiveness of a slave.

I made a decision then.....I took ruthie out to the foyer, still cuffed,
collared, and leashed.  I found the cloakroom which was empty by now, and
took her inside.  I put the ball gag and blindfold and ball gag on her.

"I have had a change of heart, ruthie.  I don't like that outfit at
all....take it off."  She mumbled something into the gag and took a step
back away from me, causing me to yank on the leash.  

"OK...then I'll do it for you."

I reached behind her and unbuttoned the single button at the top of the
top back and untied the strings at the shoulders...it quickly came
fluttering off her shoulders, revealing her magnificent breasts.  She
stooped over, as if to try to hide them from view.

"Stand up straight," I said as I popped her rear hard!  She stood up
straight, with her nipples hardening noticeably as the cool room air took
its toll.  

Next I held her tightly against me as I reached for the side of her skirt
and unbuttoned the two buttons holding it ... and it also fluttered to the
floor, revealing her garters and hose and pussy.  I noticed she was wet,
with a trickle running down her leg, mocking her protests.  She tried to
squirm away from me, realized that if she did, she would be completely
exposed, and just finally stood there in resignation to her fate.  I
removed the blindfold.  "I want you to see everyone watching you as I take
you back in,"  I said.  She gave me a pleading look, mumbled something
into the gag, and shook her head.  I ignored her, hung up her clothes with
out coats, and led her back in to the ballroom in full view of all the
attendees.  I may have been imagining it, but it seemed that everyone
stopped to look at her.  

I was proud of her.  Realizing she had no choice but to go into the room
full of people basically naked and bound, she held herself up proudly, and
let everyone have a full, unobstructed view of her charms...including her
now bald pussy with her lips and clit 
swollen with excitement.  We started dancing again, and I left no part of
her untouched.  Soon she climaxed on the dance floor in full view of the
other dancers, and I continued my torment until she had had several more. 
I took her to the table, cuffed her hands to the chair back behind her,
and let her drink and rest.

It wasn't too long before the Master of Ceremonies took the center of the
ballroom, and announced the beginning of the Most Obedient Slave
contest.....and would the contestant Masters and slaves come to the front
of the dance floor.  

I uncuffed ruthie's hands from the back of the chair, and pulled her by
the leash to the front of the dance floor as a contestant.  Again, I got
the pleading look and unintelligible sounds from the gag, but ignored
them.  She stood there, exposed, on display, as one of five contestants. 
Many of the subs entered were dressed fairly risque, but only ruthie and
her friend were truly naked.  The others had on G-strings of some type, so
most eyes were on these two.  Both ruthie's friend's Master and I had kept
on our full tuxedoes for contrast.

The curtain was rolled back to reveal the "dungeon" setup, and ruthie's
eyes widened again.  She had no idea that she would be put in any kind of
competition, and had no idea what she would have to do to even play, much
less win the contest.  We were given number 5 as luck would have it.  The
bad part was that we would be last to compete, and the good news was that
we would be able to watch all the other contestants before we went on.

Contestant #1 was called for and was taken up to the stage to begin the
action.


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