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See big mean nasty warning section 1a


     My car screached to a stop outside the house on Sycamore St.  It was
close to where Tara
lived, maybe a block or two over, and I assumed that it must belong to one
of her friends.  The
house was a large brownstone, one of a string of seven on the street.  It
was a nice neighborhood,
probaly inhabited by yuppie wannabes, but I don't think they would have
liked what they saw
getting out of my car.  My black clad body, with erect prick tenting my
sweat pants, moved
quickly from the car to the ornate oak and glass street level door.  I
knocked and the door swung
open, and as I stepped in I noticed three Greek letters imbedded in the
leaded glass window.
     My bare feet stepped onto a thick, plush carpet, a dark blue in
color.  I stood in a foyer,
about ten foot square, with dark paneling on the walls and three other
doors, one to either side
and one in front.  A yellow light filtered through the leaded glass window
in that far door; it too
had the three greek letters on it, only in gold leaf.  A beta, an alpha,
and a delta, if I remembered
my college days right.  BAD?  A sick joke; expensive, but sick.  Baum And
Dietrich?  I couldn't
be sure.  I closed the street door and advanced to the one with the light
behind it and knocked.
     "Come in, Alan.  You're early."  The door swung open, revealing a
large room that must
have taken up the entire basement of the house, Dark panelled walls
supported a ten foot high
ceiling.  My feet padded quietly into the room, which was also carpeted,
and I found myself in
what looked to be a weight room, only I didn't recognize any of the
equipment.  Tara stood on the
other side, disassembling on a device made of pipes and straps. 
     She was dressed in white head to toe; a snug leather dress with a
high collar and a hem
down at the knees, white stockings, and white wrist length gloves.  Even
though the dress was
not very revealing, it was snug enough to accentuate all her curves, and
would have made me go
hard if I had had the problem of being limp.  She wore no shoes, probably
so she wouldn't have to
worry about the carpet.  As I approached, she stopped what she was working
on and looked up.
     "You can take off the sweats.  I'll be with you in a moment." She
went back to work on
the construction while I shucked the pants.  After a minute, she spoke
again.  "Come here.  I need
you to move this box into the lift."  I walked over, my dick bobbing up
and down obscenely in
front of me, and picked up the box.  It was full of bent rods about a foot
long, and a number of
nylon straps.
     "You're awfully quiet today.  Given up hope of getting out of your
situation, or have you
resigned yourself to enjoy what you have only read and fantasized about? 
Either way, tonight
should be exciting.  Come along."  She walked to a section of the wall and
pressed on a section of
the paneling.  A five foot section of the wall recessed and slid to the
side, revealing an old style
gated elevator.  Her English term of 'lift' came back into my mind, and I
wondered if she was
American for no real reason.  
     "You look very nice tonight." I said, trying to ease my situation. 
"I don't suppose you'd
like to tell me what's going to happen to me tonight, would you?"  We got
on the elevator, and
she locked the gate in place.  It started to rise.
     "Thank you.  If I told you what was going to happen, then it wouldn't
be a suprise, would
it?"  She laughed a little.  "Don't worry.  Nothing bad will happen to you
tonight.  Just a little art
show I want my favorite critic to attend."
     My mind started to read things into her words.  Bad.  BAD?  Art show?
 The elevator
stopped, and she opened the gate and the outer door.  The room it opened
onto was at least twice
the size of the basement; it must have cut across two of the houses, and
reached across two
floors.  The whole room was painted white, with a marble floor.  A weak
light shone from a few
track lights in the ceiling, faintly illuminating sculptures and paintings
around the room. We
walked halfway around the room to a bent frame  sculpture made from black
tubing.  
     The main supports were two pyramids, which supported a crossbeam
which ran through a
circle at least nine feet in diameter.  In side the circle was another
circle, and within that one,
another, the smallest being at least eight feet across.  She motioned for
me to put down the box,
and when I did she started to fish though the rods.
     "You know, you've got a really strange place here.  A private art
gallery, elevators in a
house, all the fun stuff."  She fitted two of the rods together, and
snapped two straps at either
end.  "And what about those Greek letters?  What do they mean?  Did all of
this come from your
father?"  She took out another rod and connected it to a star shaped
device, and began strapping
it to my left leg.  I felt like like was getting fitted for a suit.
     "My father left it to me, but it was my great-grandmother that
designed and built it.  She
had plenty of money, and did what she wanted.  Other leg please.  Thank
you.  Anyway, she
belonged to an organization with a very strict charter and good benefits,
and this was her way of
returning the favors they showed her and her husband.  It's been in the
family ever since.  Come
over here please."  
     She pulled me, stiff- legged, over to the circles, and swiveled them
so I could climb
inside.  Once inside, she slid in the two piece rod, and attached it to my
shoulders and wrists,
turning my upper body  into a big 'T'.  "Must have been pretty good
benefits, to have built a place
like this.  Is that what the BAD stood for?"  She lifted my feet onto the
frame and snapped the
bars in place, then hooked the star device to the other leg bar, then to a
third bar and my shoulder
rod, making an effective rack to which I was already attached.
     "Stands for, Alan, stands for."  She took another rod, this one
having a small, finger sized
dildo attached to the end.  She covered it liberally in lubricant, and
pressed it to my anus. 
"Open up."  It slid in easily through a hole in the rear of my suit that I
hadn't noticed before and
pressed into my anus about half an inch before my muscles stopped it, and
she ajusted it it and
attached it to the rest of the rack, leaving it about a half inch in my
ass.  Try as I might, I couldn't
unimpale my self.
     "You see, Beta Alpha Delta still exists.  It is a Femina Sorority,
and I'm putting on a little
show for the local chapter.  It's pledge time, and we have some fine
candidates.  You won't be
working with them much, though."  She pulled a set of earphones out of the
box, and wedged
them in the little earslots in my hood.  They plugged into a little jack
on the frame, and suddenly
her voice was amplified.  "I'm going to give you the controls now, Alan. 
Try not to make a mess. 
See you in a little while."  She pressed a little device into each of my
hands, then stood back and
smiled.  "Almost forgot."  She reached into the box again and pulled out
something which she
kept hidden at her side.
     "A little kiss before I go?"  She leaned in, and gave me a rather
tonguey kiss, and at the
same time reached down and grabbed my aching dick.  Suddenly, she pinched
the glans between
two fingernails, and when I yelped, she stuffed the ball of the gag into
my mouth and locked it
place.  It must have been coated with something; it tasted sour and I
noticed that my nervous
stomach was calming almost immediately.  Again she stepped back, and
grabbed the side of the
inner sphere and pulled.  It began to spin slowly around, giving me a view
of the room, the Tara,
then the room.  On one of the passes, I saw her grab the next sphere and
shove it in a different
direction.  The dildo at my ass began to hum, and I started to get dizzy. 
She spun the third one
and my view began to shift all over the room.  I rotated in three hundred
sixty degrees on three
different planes.
     "The controls will let you start or stop rotation.  I would let it
spin, if I were you, unless
you want that vibrator up your ass.  It's a gravity fed device.  If it
stays in any one orientation for
more than twenty seconds, it will start to rise against the frame and into
your rear end.  It won't
go far, but if you're not used to it I guess it could be a little
uncomfortable.  I don't
know; maybe your into that kind of thing.  Talk to you later."  The noise
of the room clicked off,
and was replaced with music by Nine Inch Nails.  Whatever was on the ball
gag was keeping me
from throwing up.  I felt the spheres slow down, and decided not  to risk
it.  I closed my eyes and
clicked on the buttons, sending the device back into rotations. 
Disorientation or butt fuck by a
piece of art.  I'll take the disorientation.
          
     I don't know how long I spun, but when I opened my eyes there was a
different scene in
the room.  The lights were up, and I could see know that the room had more
occupants than
before.  They were across the room looking at other sculptures.  I noticed
that depending on how
I rotated the spheres, The wiring would cross and I could hear what was
being said.  Or Tara was
giving me the feeling that I was doing it.  More likely, she was doing it
on purpose.
     "...sisters to this years art show..."
     "...paintings and sculptures for bid..."
     "...for preparation..."  They were moving closer to me.
     "...erotic satisfaction..."  There were about two dozen of them,
dressed in costumes and all
wearing masks of some sort.  As they approached, I felt the spheres
slowing again, and I pressed
the buttons to keep it going.  Only this time, I kept slowing down  Before
they arrived, I got a
good look at them.  Seven were dressed in colored leather outfits; Tara in
her white (only now
she had on cowboy boots), one each in red, purple, and blue, one in green
with yellow diamonds,
another in black, and the last in zebra stripes.  Each wore a veiled mask
fitted to a hood which
covered their face, their hair pulled through a hole in the top of the
hood pony style.  Around
them were at least a dozen women dressed in black leather bras and
panties, with matching hoods. 
Only their hoods were full face, and wouldn't allow speach.  All were in
stockings and heels of
some sort.  They were fantasies from one of my wet dreams. 
     The music kicked off just before they reached me.  "This gentleman
will be providing
service for the next few weeks.  As you can see, he has been prepared as
stated in the program. 
You can also see that he is quite capable of a hearty erection, and," the
sphere rack stopped
completely, and the vibrator rose into my ass, try as I might to keep it
out, and stimulated my
prostrate to a quick orgasm,"he can culminate his actions too."  One of
the full hooded women
ran forward and caught the ejaculte in a clear cup while they all had a
laugh at the joke.  When I
was finshed and the dizziness stopped, I got a better look at them.
     Tara stood next to the device, and retracted the vibrator from my
ass.  She was stunning in
her white outfit, with her long black hair cascading from the top of the
hood.  There must have
been a lot of fake hair in there, because I knew her hair wasn't that long
- it almost reached her
waist.
     Second was one completely dressed in red; long curly brown hair
framed the hooded and
veiled face.  She was nicely built, and her outfit was cut to show off
cleavage.  She stood in front
of me in her high heels, and looked me up and down.  I had the feeling
that she was smiling, when
she turned and walked away.
     Third was dressed in a purple leather bodysuit, complete with purple
high heeled boots.  A
thick brown braid trailed from her hood to her waist, laced at the bottom
with purple leather
straps.  She was tall and stocky, like a basketball player, and probably
stood six and a half feet in
her heels.
     The next was dressed in a blue silk shirt and a matching leather
skirt, with a long blue 
leather overcoat.  Her topknot was made of long, straight black hair which
reached midway down
her back.  Her body was more petite than the others, but was no less
impressive.
     In contrast to the solid colors I had seen so far, the next one was
dressed in a combination
of green leather and green and yellow diamond silk.  The diamonds were
large, and tickled some
memory in my head, but I couldn't place it.  Her costume was a snug
bodysuit of green silk, with
green leather corset and calf high boots.  The hood was also diamond
covered, and actually had
two holes through which the red hair was pulled through.  Both were on
top, but one each on
either side of the centerline, giving her a twin ponytail look.
     Next to last was the poster girl for Dominatrix Inc.  Strategically
placed sections of Spiked
black leather covered what they had to while exposing much more.  She wore
spiked black leather
gloves with a matching collar, and her blonde hair spilled from a hood
that was aslo covered in
studs.  The boots were spike heeled,  and rose almost all the way to her hips. 
     Last of the seven was dressed in zebra stripes, from the thigh high
spike heeled boots to the
short skirt, corset, and half cup bra, to the short jacket and hood. 
Dirty blonde hair cascaded
down her back.  This last one was bustier than the others, and when she
stopped in front of me,
she grabbed hold of my cock roughly and gave it a twist.  I yelped into
the ball gag in pain, and
she let out a low laugh, turned and walked away.   
          Once all of the main watchers were past, the group of women in
full hoods surrounded
me.  Each wore a black leather bra and panties, and knee high black
leather boots.  Around each
wrist was a thick leather bracelet, and around each neck was a studded
collar.  On their left butt
cheek was a gold beta-alpha-delta.  All were nearly identical dressed; the
only differences
were their hair topknots.  They all stared at me, and if I thought I was
hard before, then I was a
rock now.
     Tara spoke again.  "See, girls, how your dress affects the normal
male?  The correct use of
clothing can excite a man without any other stimuli.  This one evidently
has a passion for leather
and heels.  Most men do."  As they turned and walked away, Tara grabbed my
erect cock.  "Gotta
go, big boy.  Be back soon."  She adjusted something on the rack, and
walked away.  Again, the
heavy sounds of Trent Reznor filled my ears.  The vibrator buzzed and
again pushed at my anus. 
I started pushing buttons, and the spheres began there rotation once
again.  I closed my eyes in an
attempt to stop the dizziness this caused, and lost track of time.

     Next thing I knew I was being disconnected from the sphere.  My body
ached, and my
mind swam with dizziness and a self-induced trance I had entered to keep
from being sick.  Tara
undid the ball gag, and I flexed my jaw to see if the muscles still
worked.  While she unhooked
the rest of the bars, I looked around at the now dark hall.  Most of the
sculptures were gone or
disassembled, and I wondered if they had also held occupants during the
show.  I hadn't been in
much of a position to notice at the time.
     "Mind telling me what went on here tonight?  I mean, this was no one
night stand with a
little kinky sex thrown in.  This was full blown crazy.  Who were all
these people?  And what is all
this leather crap, with the women and the heels and shit?"  The more I
talked, the more worked up
I was getting, and I decided to quit before I lost my temper.
     "Alan, Beta Alpha Delta, the Femina Sorority, is a semi-secret
society designed to
propogate the female agenda.  It inducts college age females into an
intense training program
where they learn to dominate and control both men and weaker females.  We
originally did it
through the use of sexual tension, and that is still the most fun and the
easiest, but we have
developed other ways.  Tonight was part of the pledge program, and the
women you saw were
sisters and pledges.  There was another group that you didn't see, but
they did get a quick look at
you.  They will be involved in the training sessions for the next few
weeks."  She finished packing
the tubes and motioned for me to pick up the box.  We headed for the elevator.
     "What was the art show for?  And the hoods?  And where do I fit in?" 
Questions started
to flood my mind, and I could hardly spit them out fast enough.  We got
into the elevator.
     "You were suggested as a likely candidate for the training sessions,
and after you were
checked out it was decided you would help out this fall.  The hoods and
veils were for the
protection of our sisters.  If it ever became public knowledge who was in
our society, they would
be pubicly shunned and the whole thing would be undermined.  The art show
was to show you
and a few other subjects to the sisters and the pledges."  The door opened
and we got out into the
basement.
     "You know, Alan, you are taking this entire thing very well.  Most of
the men we do this
to would have cracked or lashed out by now.  Are you okay?"
     I put down the box and turned to face her.  "When this whole thing
started last week, I
didn't know what to think, or what to believe.  It all seems so
far-fetched.  Women in leather,
secret societies, the whole thing.  But I was pretty sure you weren't
going to hurt me, and at the
moment you've got me by the short hairs.  I touched the controller after
the suit was set, and got
the pain again.  I won't be doing that again."
     Like a snake her left hand grabbed my right wrist, her right hand
grabbed my prick, and
she swept me to the ground in a judo take down.  Before I could move, she
was straddling me.
     "If I do hurt you, it's for you're own good.  Over the next few weeks
you'll learn a lot, and
it's best if you do what you are told.  Understand?"  I nodded.  "Good. 
Then let's get down to
business.  I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you will answer, out
loud, in a complete
sentence and in the affirmative.  Understand?"  I nodded again.  Her hand
came across my face in
a loud slap that sounded worse than it was, but still stung.  "Undertand?"
     "Yes, I understand.  I will answer all questions affirmatively and in
full sentences."
     She grabbed my prick again, and started guiding it up her skirt.  It
became readily
apparent she wasn't wearing any underwear, as I slid easily into her cunt,
pushing up the skirt as I
did.
     "Alan, honey, you won't cum until I tell you, will you?"
     "I won't cum until you tell me."  She began a slow up and down motion
with her hips.
     "Do I feel good to you?"
     "Yes, you feel very good to me."  She began to pump faster,
ocassionally grinding down
onto my pelvis.
     "If I asked you to dress up in kinky costumes, would you?"  Faster,
harder.
     "Yes, I would wear kinky costumes if asked."  I could feel orgasm
building again.
     "Would you let me change you body, so that you would be more sexually
appealing?"  Her
muscles began clenching around my prick, drawing the cum upwards.  I was
starting to go numb,
as I do before a really mind-blowing orgasm.
     "I would let...let you change my body...to be...be more sexually
appealing."
     "If I told you I would teach you to satisy and be satisfied, bring
out your animalistic
natures, send you to hell and back, would you agree to it?"  I was
starting to lose conciuosness,
and almost ready to explode.
     "YES.  I want you to teach me.  Teach me to satisy and be satisfied. 
Make me an animal. 
Send me to hell and back.  OH. UNH."  She twisted off me, leaving me just
short of orgasm.  Her
fingers wrapped around my shaft and quickly finished the job, shooting my
load into a small cup.
I wondered if she was saving it for a midnight drink.
     "You didn't wait until I told you to cum.  Just for that, I don't
want you to engage in any
sexual activity in which you cum until I am finished with you.  I am
setting your reminder ring
here to give you a level seven shock if you orgasm without my permission. 
You have to learn
control.  I'll decide your further punishment at a later time.  But first
I think we should get you
out of that suit and get you home.  Your wife will be expecting you."  

       I pulled into my driveway and turned off the car, and sat there for
a minute, wondering what
punishment I would be subjected to, and when.  Tara had gotten me out of
the outfit and dressed
in my sweats without saying another word to me.  The first night was over,
with six more to
endure.  I didn't know if I could do it.  
     I got out of my car and walked to the dark house.  I must have beat
my wife home.  I let
myself in and headed upstairs to shower off .  I got into out bedroom to
strip off my sweats when
I saw it.  On top of the television in out bedroom was a ball gag harness
and a video tape in a
white box.  In block lettering read the title, "The Art Critic and the
Art".  I picked up the items
and locked them in the chest drawer.  I was pretty sure I knew what was on
the tape.  
     

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