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

Ruthie's Story, Part XII

The first three contestants were not much competition.  Number one's
Master was in a leather vest and pouch and boots, and she was dressed in a
leather bra, vest, and thong.  She was wearing heels as well, and had her
hands bound to her sides by a belt that secured her wrists.  She was
gagged, but not blindfolded.  She was led to the stage by a leash attached
to a leather collar around her neck.  She seemed very nervous and
overwrought.  The slave was quite beautiful, about 5'5", short brunette
hair, and a body that was well proportioned, although slightly pudgy.

"And what will you do to show your slave's obedience?" asked the Master of
Ceremonies.

"My slave is very shy in spite of her submissive tendencies, and has never
been stripped in public before.  Tonight, however, she will strip herself,
and allow herself to be bound for display."

In watching the slave's eyes and body language, it was obvious that they
had not discussed this in advance, and she was cringing and moving away. 
A sharp snap of the short whip he carried in his hand stopped her
movements, and she stood still, her head hanging in realization of what
she must do to please her Master.  He unfastened her hands, and told her
to remove her vest.  She did so without hesitation.  Then he commanded her
to remove her bra top.  She looked at him pleadingly, and he snapped the
whip again.  Her hands went immediately to the back of her bra top, undid
the fastener, and the bra fell into her hands....but she held them in
front of her breasts modestly.

"My apologies, subs and Masters," her Master said to the audience.  "It
would seem that my sub is not so well trained after all."  With those
words, he snapped the short whip on her ass, and she immediately dropped
the bra to the floor.

"Hold your hands to your sides as if they were still bound," he told her
sternly, "and stand straight...be proud of your body!"

She did as she was told, but her head hung low, unable to look at her
viewers directly.  Then he told her to remove her
panties....slowly...enticingly.  She hooked her thumbs into the waistband
of the panties and slowly let them creep down her hips, and to her thighs,
then her knees and ankles, and finally she stepped out of them totally,
and resumed the exposed position.

"Now exhibit yourself....spread your legs and clasp your hands behind your
neck."

In obvious agony, the slave did as demanded...not enjoying her
presentation one bit.  Her pussy was shaved as was ruthie's, but her inner
pussy lips were quite large, and her clit was completely visible to all. 
A tell-tale trickle of pussy juice ran down one leg.  Her body was giving
away her excited state of mind.

The Master led her off the stage, hands still clasped behind her neck, to
the moderate applause of the audience.  After all....a slave who would not
willingly disrobe before others as her Master commanded was not a
well-trained obedient slave at all!!  And everyone there knew it.

Number two and her Master took the stage.  She was a short-haired blonde
who was as thin as the other contestant had been pudgy.  She was
petite..about 5'1" and about 100 lbs.....but also well proportioned for
her size.  She was wearing only a thong and heels...and was bare-breasted.
 She obviously enjoyed showing off her tits, and continually stood erect
to make sure no one missed them.  She was in strict arm bondage with her
wrists and elbows bound tightly behind her, and her wrists also bound by a
cord that ran between her legs and up to a waist belt in front.  The rope
was digging into her pussy, and she seemed to be in a constant state of
sexual stimulation.  The short walk to the stage had enhanced the pressure
of the rope on her clit.  She was neither gagged nor blindfolded.  She was
obviously nervous about what would happen.  Her Master was in a complete
outfit...black shirt, leather slacks, and boots.

"And what do you have in store for your slave to show her obedience?"
asked the Master of Ceremonies.

"My slave's tits are very sensitive.  I will bind my slave's breasts
tightly, and lie her on the floor.  She will arch her back and beg me to
attach the nipple clips as tightly as possible, and then will beg me for
more tit torture," her Master responded.

The slave seemed to enjoy the prospect of what was about to happen to her
exposed and helpless breasts.  She put her head back in obvious ecstasy as
her breasts were bound tightly by rope.  When the Master was done, each of
her twin globes was bound by criss-crossing rope strands over her
shoulders and over and beneath her breasts...and each one was circled by
loops of rope held tightly in place by the other strands.  Her tits were
very tight and slightly bluish in color.  The nipples were taught and
sticking straight out in full erection.  He laid her on the floor on her
back, directly on her bound arms.  It could not have been a comfortable
position.

"Arch your back....stick your tits up to me in an offering to the clamps,"
her Master commanded.

She immediately arched her back and held the position.  "MORE!!" he
commanded.  She stretched them up as far as she could, trembling in an
attempt to hold the position for him.

"Now, tell me how much you want the clips on your nipples," he told her.

"Please, Master.  Put the clips on my nipples....I want to feel the bite
and sting of the jaws on my nipples," she murmured.

"No one can hear you!!  Beg me so everyone can hear!!"

"PLEASE, MASTER!!  I want the clips on my nipples!!!"  she
shouted....."PLEASE!!"

He put the nipple clips on first one, then the other nipple.  She winced a
bit with each one, but did not drop her arch stance until he finally
allowed her to stand once again.  Each clip had a small ring attached to
it.  

"These clips are new to her, and she does not know the extra ability they
posses," he told the audience....and his slave.  "Bend over toward the
audience."

The slave did as commanded, and her breasts pointed toward the floor.  The
Master reached into his pants pocket and withdrew several lead fishing
weights.

"Tell me how much you want the pain in your nipples increased," he
commanded her.

"Please, Master.  Hurt my nipples more," she said loud enough this time
for everyone to hear.

He placed two of the weights on each clip, and she obviously was in pain. 


"The clips are special.  As the weights are attached, the pressure
downward increases, and the clips become tighter on her nipples," her
Master told the audience.

"Do you want more," he toyingly asked her.

"PLEASE, MASTER....hang MORE!!"

Another two clips were attached....and the routine was repeated.  Before
it was ended, she had ten weights attached to each nipple, and she was in
agony as she was led off the stage, tits still bound, clips and weights
still attached, swaying painfully as she walked down the stairs and
through the crowd.  The applause was marked this time....but not
overwhelming.  A partially clad slave is never the best show, no matter
the degree of pain.

The third slave and her Master came to the stage.  The audience was told
that the slave refused to give oral sex, and hated to be tickled.  She
would be tickled till she agreed to give head to her Master.

She was not particularly attractive in the face, and her body was far too
thin.  She wore a thong, black chaps, black cowboy boots, and a cowboy
hat.  She was bare on top, and cuffed behind.  I would guess she was a 32B
at best.  He was dressed in similar cowboy attire, including the hat, but
had on a cowboy shirt and jeans in addition to the chaps....all in black
of course.  She was not gagged or blindfolded.  He led her to an overhead
trapeze bar, detached her hands from behind her, and quickly reattached
them to the overhead bar.  Next, he spread her legs and attached the
ankles to rings in the floor about three feet apart.  The final act was to
raise the bar so that she was tightly stretched.  By now, she was sweating
and panting in anticipation of what was to come, and the difficult
position she was made to endure.  She was then gagged, and given a ball to
hold.

"When you agree to give me head, just drop the ball, and the tickling will
stop.  But until then, you will not rest."

She mewed something unintelligible into her gag, as he approached her to
begin.  She could only watch in horror as his fingers approached her left
armpit, and then he touched her!!  She came unglued as his fingers danced
their way around her armpit, down the outside of her breast, down over her
ribs...lingering there awhile, across her belly, above her thong
waistband, and then slowly starting back up the other side, ending in her
left armpit.  Hardly able to breathe at all during the immense tickling,
she was gasping for breath at the end.  

"I see you are still holding the safetoy.  So we will go on to the next
round," he said, matter-or-factly.

She struggled as she felt his fingers unsnapping the waistband of her
thong.  Soon her shaved pussy was on full display to the audience.  This
time he produced a feather from his pocket, and showed it to her before
starting in again.  He attacked her nipples unmercifully, and then the
undersides of her breasts, her neck, her navel.  Her eyes were popping
out, she was red in the face, trying desperately to beg him to stop, but
unable to make anything but grunting and mewing noises into her gag. 
Finally, he started running the feather across her naked shaved labia, and
up into her slit and across her clit.  At this, her struggles became
fierce, and, unable to stop the intolerable sensations, she finally
dropped her safetoy.

He immediately stopped the tickling, and released her.  At this, she
quickly fell to her knees, opened his fly, and eagerly sucked his cock in
full view of the admiring audience.  He did not allow her to bring him to
climax then, but decided to reserve that for later in private.  They left
the stage to the loudest applause yet.  

Next was ruthie's friend and her Master.  The strap outfit she was wearing
drew approving comments from the onlookers as they approached the stage. 
He was, as I, still in his tux.  It was a marked contrast.  The audience
was told that his slave would submit to a public whipping.  However, she
would be in for a surprise.

He led her to the whipping post, and fixed her hands above her.  Her back
was, as usual, to the audience....but he quickly spun her around to FACE
the audience and attached her ankles in the base of the post about four
feet apart.  She was spread widely, and her bald pussy showed clearly
between the twin strips of leather in her crotch.  She was struggling and
pleading as she realized that for the first time, he intended to whip her
front!!

Ruthie's friend knew her pleadings would be to no avail.....he picked out
a crop to start with....and approached his subject, slapping the palm of
his hand as he neared her.  The look of apprehension changed to one of
stark fear as she watched him touch her left breast, then the right, then
her nipples....slowly stroking her abdomen, and then bringing the crop up
slowly through her pussy slit, lingering at her clitoris.  She began to
sweat, and whimper.  He blindfolded her before going further....she didn't
like that one bit, but said nothing...just whimpered slightly more...he
did not gag her. 

The first blow landed on her left tit, then quickly in the same place on
her right one, then the left again, then the right....alternating back and
forth, striking a different place each time....then her nipples....and
back again....In a period of about five minutes...a lifetime to her...he
worked over her tits very well...and then stopped...letting her get her
breath.  She had not yet screamed.  He wanted to hear her scream.

He started again...the insides of her thighs....her belly....her tits
again....until she was crying loudly....but had not screamed.....he
stopped again, and ran the crop up her pussy again.  Unknown to her, he
changed the crop for the short quirt with six strands on it....and started
in on her tits and belly and insides of her thighs again....she almost
screamed before he stopped again.  He paused, and then it hit her....the
quirt....directly up her pussy slit...and she screamed!!.....time and time
again the uppercuts hit her the length of her slit from clit to
asshole...and her screams were unceasing.  She struggled to close her
legs, to bend her knees...ANYTHING to stop the quirt from striking her
most sensitive area....and then she came.....a shuddering, thundering
climax as the uppercuts continued among the screams.....and then it was
over.

The applause was thunderous, and I knew we had our work cut out for us if
we were to win.  They left the stage, and it was now ruthie's turn to show
her submissiveness and obedience to me....I wondered if she could do it.

I was asked the same question by the Master of Ceremonies, and I
responded,  "You have seen subs stripped, clipped, whipped, tickled, made
to give head, and seen them cum.  ruthie will do all of these things at
once for me.  She has already been stripped for everyone's viewing
pleasure, as you can readily see, and is totally naked except for her
collar, leash, and heels.  I will place her on the table, bind her with
her legs far apart, exposing her even wider for your pleasure, and put
nipple and pussy clips on her.  Her hands will be bound to the insides of
her thighs, however, so that she will be able to frig herself to climax
while having her tits whipped, and while giving me head at the same
time.....her tits will be whipped until I cum and until she cums.  She
should have a lot to think about."

ruthie looked a bit apprehensive...but said nothing.  I took her over to
the table, and bound her on her back, her head off the end of the table,
and bound in a hyperextended position so she was facing my cock as I stood
at the head of the table.  Her hands were bound to the insides of her
thighs so she could reach her pussy and clit, but could not defend her
tits.  Her legs were bound widely apart so she was maximally exposed to
the audience.  

"I think everyone should join us on the stage," I announced, "so that
everyone can get a really good view of her tits and pussy as she is
whipped."  At that invitation, most of the onlookers joined us onstage,
and ruthie knew she would be examined by everyone at a very close range. 
I unzipped my tux slacks, showing my rather significant hard-on...and
placed it near her mouth...  I placed a dildo vibrator in her hands, and
asked her if she was ready to begin.  She demurely nodded her head "Yes"
as much as she could in her bound position.  I got the message....and she
did soon, also.  

ruthie had never had her tits whipped so soundly.  I started with the
crop, and switched soon to the short quirt.  I whipped the sides, the
undersides, the nipples, back and forth, up and down.  She was soon
screaming, but when she realize I wouldn't stop, she lost no time taking
my cock in her mouth and started sucking, and using the vibrator on
herself...desperately trying to concentrate enough to cum, and to make me
cum...all at once.  It was somewhat hopeless accomplish her task quickly. 
She used the vibrator to rub her clit, slide it along her slit, to fuck
herself boldly.  After the first few stings of the whip on her tits, she
didn't care who was looking...she just wanted to cum so the pain would
stop!!  She was masterful with her tongue on my cock....she sucked me with
the same vigor as she fucked herself....I was amazed at her
concentration....she moaned with the pain of fire in her tits, but didn't
bite me, or push me out to scream.

After a bit, the pain seemed to turn to more of an erotic pain....and as
she sucked me harder, and worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy, she
started to moan more in ecstasy.  As the vibrator attacked her clit and
slit, she kept moving her knees far apart, and bouncing her ass up and
down on the table as much as she could.  This gave the onlookers a
beautiful view of all her most intimate parts, and made her tits jiggle
wildly as the whip continued its fire stings, and her ass bounced up and
down.  

I soon felt the swell of a climax building in my loins, and, as she
continued to suck and swirl with her tongue, even though I increased the
intensity of the whip on her tits, I soon spurted into her mouth, and not
a drop leaked out....she swallowed every bit!  I withdrew, and she soon
came herself....as I continued to whip her tits.  She came not once, not
twice...but three times before I finally stopped the action.

The applause was at least twice as thunderous as her friend had obtained!!
 We had obviously had won, and I released ruthie to the pleasure of the
onlookers.  Several wanted to dance with her, and I allowed it.  I sat
back and watched as she was manhandled by several admirers on the dance
floor, and then, after about an hour of letting her stay frustrated, I
felt it was time to reclaim my slave.  I let her rest, drink, and danced
one slow dance with her and fondled her a bit myself at the time.  

Then I decided it was time to go.  I released her and allowed her to
dress....took her  outside, and we caught a taxi back to the hotel.  We
went straight to the room, undressed, and went to bed.  The rest of the
night was filled with delicious sex...no bondage---nice, straight, raw,
sex!  It was wonderful!!

I awakened in the morning to find her gone.  The closet held only my
clothes.  She had even taken the tux and its accouterments.  She had
warned me that good-byes weren't her thing...but I didn't know how much
she meant it at the time.  I shaved, showered, and started to pack.  I
found her note in my suitcase.  She only said that she was sorry for
leaving me like this, but that she just couldn't bear seeing me to the
airport and saying good-bye....she felt this was better.  She said she'd
be talking to me on-line as usual, and that she would love to repeat the
weekend sometime the next time I was in New York.  I smiled as I caught my
taxi to the airport.  

What a hell of an incentive to go back to New York City!!!

THE END


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