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ruthie's Story
By LineMstr

Chapter 11

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 down the 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, except for collars,
leashes, nipple or pussy clamps, and heels. ruthie was dressed somewhere in the
middle of the variety in terms of being risqué. We put our coats and the ball
gag and blindfold in the cloakroom and went to the registration desk.

We registered at the table, paid 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
progresses, the clothing of both Masters and subs begins to come off...
although many Masters keep 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 exploration
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 into 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 our coats, and led her back into 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 risqué, 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.

[continued]


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