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ruthie's Story
By LineMstr

Chapter 12

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 telltale 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 taut 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
possess," 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-of-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
realized 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 to 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 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 accoutrements. 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 online 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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