From: linemstr@aol.com (LineMstr)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The redemption ball Part I (bdsm, cons, M/f)

   The Redemption Ball

   "I know I was wrong, but you know I can't afford to pay off the
judgment. What can I do to make amends and work again?"

   "Chrissy, no one in town is willing to take a chance with you again.  NO
ONE!  You're a fine actress--a GREAT actress.  But you're simply too big a
pain in the ass."

   Mel Iberson was sitting across the huge office desk from Chrissandra
Melrose, known in the business as "Chrissy," one of the biggest stars in
Hollywood.  A stunning blonde, she was another Marilyn, but about twenty
pounds lighter and with assets like you wouldn't believe.  She had been the
brightest star on the Hollywood sky, with seven roles to her credit, two of
them resulting in academy nominations.  In the earlier days of her career,
she and Iberson had had a brief tryst, but it ended quickly as she moved up
the ladder of stardom, and no longer felt she needed Iberson's casting
couch.  She soon revealed her true colors.  She was a consummate tease, and
a real bitch, spelled in all capital letters.  The string of "perks" in her
contracts was growing exponentially, and her unpredictable behavior added
up to millions in cost overruns on every picture she had made.  Her last
picture was with Iberson's studio.  Halfway through the shooting, Iberson
and his studio had had enough.  He sued--and won fifty million dollars in
damages from her.  Both her career and finances were ruined.  No producer
in Hollywood would give her another chance.  She was simply too risky and,
for the moment, was also a laughing stock.  Now she was sitting in
Iberson's office with her attorney, Jason Roberts, in an attempt to make
amends.  Iberson wasn't buying.

   Her attitude was visible in what she wore.  Iberson could not help but
notice that she wore a white cashmere sweater and no bra.  Her magnificent
breasts filled the sweater nicely, separating the knitted threads just
enough to get a hint of pink flesh and rosy nipples.  Her skirt was about
six inches below her pussy, which Iberson knew was as blonde as the hair on
her head.  She made no attempt to pull her skirt down as she sat, but her
legs were kept respectfully--no-- denyingly--crossed.

   "There must be SOMETHING I can do to change things!" Chrissy wailed.

   "You're too much of a control freak," said Iberson.  "Until you convince
everyone that you can work within the bounds set by the producer and
director, and until you convince everyone that you have some respect for
others, you won't get a job.  And, incidentally, you owe me fifty million
dollars."

   "I can't pay.  What do I do?" Chrissy held her head in her hands, truly
sobbing.

   Mel looked at Chrissy's attorney.  They looked at one another knowingly,
and Roberts winked at Iberson.

   "Mel, what about that new project I heard you were working on?" said
Roberts, slyly.

   Chrissy looked up.  "What new project?  What is it?"

   "It wouldn't be right for Chrissy," said Iberson.  "It would require her
to do everything she won't do."

   "Like what?" asked Chrissy, almost pleadingly.

   "Well, it's a movie version of all three of the "Beauty" stories by Anne
Rice.  It is about what happens after the prince awakens Sleeping Beauty.
Sort of a sequel to the fairy tale."

   "It sounds great!" said Chrissy, exuberantly.  What would I have to do
to star in it?!" she asked.

   "I don't think you understand, Chrissy.  The heroine is made a sex slave
by her new husband.  She is led bound and naked through the countryside, is
screwed by more men than just her husband, is publicly punished, and has to
endure a host of other indignities.  It isn't your kind of movie."

   "You're absolutely right!" said Chrissy, indignantly.  She quickly was
reverting to her old attitudes.  "You know I don't do nude scenes!  And to
be nude and bound--WELL--You're right.  It just isn't my kind of film!"

   "Then I guess you and I have nothing further to discuss, Chrissy," said
Iberson, rising from his chair and offering his hand in a farewell gesture.

   There was a long silence in the room.  Nobody said a word.  Both Roberts
and Iberson stared at Chrissy.  She quickly realized what she had done.

   "I did it again, didn't I?" Chrissy finally said.

   "Yep, you did," said Iberson.  "I know it isn't your kind of film,
Chrissy.  But, on the other hand, if you did it, and did it well, what
better proof could you have that you had changed?"

   "OK, I'll give it a try," said Chrissy.

   "Not good enough, Chrissy.  You have to decide now whether you are
committed to do this or not.  We already have five actresses who are
excited about the part, and we are weeding the list tomorrow.  But if you
pass the audition and still want it, it's yours."

   "What audition?"

   "Well, we'll need some evidence that you're serious."

   "What evidence!?  I've told you I'll do it.  Isn't that enough?"

   "No, frankly, it isn't.  Before I invest millions in you again, I need
to know you won't back out a week into the shooting."

   "What do you want me to do?" she asked.  Her hands were clasped in her
lap, her knees together, and her head was down.  Iberson had never seen her
so submissive before.  He and Roberts winked at each other again.

   "Every year there is an underground party given by most of the Hollywood
producers and their guests.  Identities are disguised so the guest of honor
cannot recognize anyone in particular.  At this party, the wayward star is
a guest of honor.  The star is given the opportunity to repent, and be
re-admitted back into the fold.  The star's punishment is appropriate to
the offense he or she has committed on the Hollywood establishment.  I am
in charge of the selection of the guest of honor this year.  We never have
a shortage of potential candidates for the guest of honor role, but I
believe everyone would be most interested in seeing you receive the honor
this year.  In order to get this part, you must agree to be the guest of
honor and be punished in front of the other producers and their guests.  We
call it The Redemption Ball."

   "Just what will that entail?" Chrissy asked, still meek.

   "Well, I won't tell you everything, but I will tell you this.  The part
which you want requires public nudity, bondage, and punishment and
humiliation.  You may consider this party the audition for the part.  You
will be picked up by my limousine and taken to the site of the party.  You
will be presented to the assemblage for your punishment.  Everyone producer
in Hollywood, and a few other people, will see how beautiful you truly are.
Before the night is over, they will also see how wonderful your acting
truly is--except you won't really be acting.  You will be punished and
tormented.  It will be a true test of your new image, and whether you can
do this part or not."

   "I'll just ask you straight out.  Will I be naked?"

   "That is up to you.  No one will touch you where you are covered. 
Whether or not you are naked will be up to you."

   "Will I be bound?"

   "Yes, and occasionally gagged and blindfolded.  It is intended to be
both an audition and a punishment.  You may find that you enjoy it, but
that is really not the purpose of the audition."

   "Will there be sex?"

   "I don't know what you mean Chrissy.  Ask me directly what you want to
know."

   Chrissy looked up, straight into Mel Iberson's eyes.  "Will I be tied up
and fucked in front of everybody?"

   "First, that would require nudity, and I've already told you that that
is largely your decision.  However, would how specifically I answered that
make a difference in your decision, Chrissy?" asked Iberson.

   "I-I guess n-not," said Chrissy, her eyes again reverting to their gaze
at her lap.  She never got an answer to the question.  Then she looked at
Roberts and asked, "Is this legal?"

   "No, but who's going to file a complaint?  Who can prove any of this? 
Are you being forced to comply with a condition?  If any of this gets out,
will your debt no longer be owed?  Will you be able to work again by
exposing every producer in Hollywood in this redemption ceremony?  Think
about it, Chrissy.  You've been given a real opportunity here, unorthodox
as it may be."

   "I-I guess there is no other choice.  I'll do it."

   "Good," said Iberson.  "The party will be two weeks from tonight.  My
driver will pick you up in my limousine at 7:00 p.m.  sharp.  You will wear
nothing during the day that day.  When you dress for the party, you will
wear only what you receive from me the day before.  Bring everything with
you that you receive, including the case containing the clothing.  Any
questions?" asked Iberson.

   "No, I guess not," said Chrissy, her eyes still diverted downward. 
"I'll be there."

   The day before the two weeks was up, a plain black suitcase arrived at
Chrissy's home delivered by Iberson's driver.  On opening the suitcase,
Chrissy found a simple sleeveless black dress and a pair of black pumps
with 3" heels.  In addition was a black blindfold, a black ball gag, a pair
of black fur-lined handcuffs and key, a black leather collar, and a leash.
The collar was black leather, with a ring attached in both front and back.
Chrissy couldn't figure out the reason for the rear ring.  The front was
obviously for the leash.  The dress was cut on an A-line motif, which meant
that it would fit loosely.  The wide shoulder straps snapped to the front
of the bodice, and a zipper ran the entire length of the front of the
dress. There was also an ominous-looking douche and enema included.  The
instructions accompanying the dress read as follows:

   'Don't forget, Chrissy.  Tomorrow, you are to wear

   nothing all day.  We don't want any red lines or clothing

   marks on your body.  You may put on the dress and heels no

   earlier than 6:30 tomorrow night.  Make sure your evening

   toilette routine is completed before then, including the use

   of the accompanying douche and enema bottles.  Empty the

   suitcase on the bed.  Open the handcuffs and place the key

   in the empty suitcase.  Place the empty suitcase next to the

   door and leave the door unlocked.  Return to the bedroom and

   put on the dress.  After putting on the dress, put on the

   collar and attach the leash to the front of the collar.

   Place the open handcuffs in your lap.  Put on the gag and

   blindfold in that order.  Finally, handcuff your hands

   behind your back and wait for the driver to arrive to take

   you to the Ball.  I want you to get the feel of the role

   early.'

   Chrissy took out the dress and hung it in the closet.  She placed the
suitcase in the closet until tomorrow, and headed for the wine.  She needed
a drink.

   The following day, Chrissy stayed in the house, nude, and more than a
bit apprehensive.  Most of her day was filled with the usual
second-thoughts about what she was about to do.  Try as she might, she
could think of no alternatives to going through with Iberson's demands.

   At 6:00 p.m., Chrissy used the douche and enema, showered, and put on
her usual make-up.  A little after 6:30, she emptied the contents of the
suitcase on the bed and placed the empty suitcase next to the front door,
unlocking the door just before returning to the bedroom.  First, she donned
the dress.  It was short, VERY short, just barely covering the cheeks of
her ass.  The heels made her appear even more risquÃ(C).  She sighed, and
put on the collar, attaching the leash to the front.  Next, she put the
handcuffs in her lap, making sure they were opened wide, and she put on the
gag.  The blindfold was next.  The last item was the handcuffs.  She knew
that if they went on, there would be no recourse.  She snapped the cuff
shut on one wrist.  Placing her hands behind her back, she sighed, and felt
the cuff tighten as it snapped on her other wrist.  Now she knew true
helplessness.  She could only sit and wait in darkness for the driver to
take her to her fate.

   It wasn't long before she heard the front door open.  She stiffened. 
Then she heard soft footsteps across the carpet in the bedroom.

   "Ms.  Melrose, I presume.  Come with me, madam." Chrissy felt a gentle
tug on her leash.  She arose and followed the voice, presumably that of the
chauffeur.  She was more than a little embarrassed to be "handled" by a
stranger dressed as she was.  Blindfolded, she couldn't tell if the skirt
was covering her pussy and ass or not.  But regardless, she could do little
about it.  Likewise, she couldn't tell if anyone saw her being placed into
the back seat of the car.  The ride was rather long, and the leather seats
were cold against her bare ass.  Chrissy couldn't tell if the windows were
tinted or not.  She had no choice but to let people look if she was
visible. The possibility of being seen in such a predicament would be
little embarrassment compared with what she knew she would experience
before the night was over!!  Finally, the limo pulled into a driveway and
stopped.  Chrissy was led into a house.  When the blindfold was finally
removed, she found herself in an ornate bedroom in front of Mel Iberson and
a maid.  She was still gagged and bound.

   "Good evening, Chrissy," said Iberson.  "I assume you had a pleasant
journey.  You have followed my instructions perfectly, or so it would seem.
But we must now make sure.  Janie, please remove Ms.  Iberson's dress."

   Janie moved toward Chrissy, who recoiled immediately.

   "Now, Chrissy.  Do you want to back out?  Think of the consequences!"

   Iberson remembered full well the trim figure, the firm, pointed breasts
with their large, full areolae, the flat belly, the wet pussy surrounded by
a small tuft of blond hair, and the trim, smooth legs.  He remembered her
legs did not quite meet at the top, leaving her entire sex completely
visible and available.  Her pussy lips always stayed partly parted,
constantly revealing her clit which, when excited, extruded from its
covering hood to be a quite prominently displayed feature!  It had been a
very long time for Iberson, indeed.  And she realized he remembered!

   Chrissy regained her composure, and stood erect, legs slightly apart.

   Janie approached again and unzipped the zipper all the way down.  The
dress parted, revealing Chrissy's rather pouty pussy and clit.  Next Janie
unsnapped both shoulder straps, and the dress fell to the floor. 
Chrissandra Melrose stood majestically stark naked!!  Iberson could tell
that she was already excited, whether her mind was ready to accept it or
not.  She could not help but notice Iberson's licking his lips and staring
rather obviously at her charms.  She blushed in shame and embarrassment.

   "We need to rearrange your arms, dear.  Janie, unlock her wrists,
please."

   Janie unlocked Chrissy's wrists and removed the cuffs.  She, "Please
raise your arms, and place your wrists behind your collar, ma'am," Janie
requested politely, but unmistakenly firmly.

   Chrissy complied, and her wrists were reattached with padlocks to the
rear ring of her collar.  Next, a short bar was placed between her elbows
and her neck, and was also attached to the collar with a padlock by a small
ring welded into the center of the bar.  The net effect was that Chrissy's
arms were held raised and well back, forcing her to keep her magnificent
breasts well out in front in a most prominent position, and available for
viewing or manipulation.  She was well aware of the view she presented!

   "The new garment, please, Janie.  You know how to arrange it."

   Janie placed a silk wisp of a dress around Chrissy.  It was strapless,
covering her from the top of her breasts to halfway between her pussy and
knees.  It was sort of a silk sarong, and had a single tie at the top of
the left side.  She was open on the left side, but otherwise appropriately
covered.

   "Remember, Janie, just one loop on the tie," said Iberson.  Janie
nodded. Chrissy looked puzzled.

   "I told you it would be your decision whether or not you would be naked,
but that you would not be presented to the guests that way.  You are
covered.  However, your "dress" has only one loop in the side tie.  You
will be required to walk among the guests.  If you walk very carefully, it
will stay tied.  If not, well, it may well come untied, and fall.  The
guests are not allowed to touch you anywhere you are covered.  However,
anyone and everyone is allowed to touch and fondle you in any manner he or
she sees fit where you are not covered.  They may dance with you or not, as
they may desire.  Portions of your uncovered body, whatever they may be,
are considered the public property of the guests.  If the dress falls,
there will be no restrictions on where or how or for how long any part of
your body may be fondled.  Remember, your career is in their hands tonight,
no pun intended.  Now you are ready to be presented to the guests.  We have
kept them waiting long enough."

   Chrissy now realized that it really wasn't any choice whether or not she
would eventually be nude in front of the members and guests.  She could
only somewhat control how long it would take to become that way!  The
intent was obvious.  There was no way the dress tie would hold for long if
she moved at all.  And she had no choice whether or not to move among the
members and guests!!  Chrissy shuddered and swallowed as hard as the gag
would allow as Iberson picked up the leash and gave her a gentle tug toward
the bedroom door.  Chrissy followed, walking very carefully.  Janie stepped
forward to hold the side tie closed as Chrissy and Iberson stepped from the
bedroom and went down a long hallway toward an increasing murmur of the
assemblage.  Chrissy was stopped short of a large door and turned around so
she could not see as Iberson opened it and reclosed it again.  She heard
him address the guests as their murmuring quieted.

   "Good evening ladies and gentlemen.  I hope you are all enjoying
yourselves this evening.  As the chairman of the selection committee, it
gives me the greatest pleasure, as most of you can imagine, to present our
special guest for this year's Redemption Ball.  Ladies and Gentlemen, I
give you the one and only, Miss Chrissy Melrose!"

   At the announcement, Chrissy was turned toward the door as it opened,
and was led into the room by Janie, still holding the side tie intact. 
Janie handed the leash to Iberson, let go of the side tie, and abruptly
left, closing the door behind her.  The guests applauded.  Chrissy tried to
recognize everyone, but they all had masks which completely covered their
faces except for their eyes.  There were probably 150 members and guests in
the room!  Everyone was in formal attire, tuxedos and ball gowns.  It
looked like a Mardi-gras party.

   "We shall begin with the evening's festivities.  For the first part of
the entertainment, Miss Melrose will circulate among you, as is the
custom."

   Iberson unhooked the leash, and gently pushed Chrissy out into the floor
among the guests.  They parted slightly so Chrissy could walk.  As she
walked around the room, she could feel the tie slip slightly.  She tried to
walk carefully, but her high heels made it difficult.  Then, about halfway
around the room, someone touched her right arm, and slid his finger slowly
down into her armpit.  It TICKLED!!  She quickly squirmed away, the tie
loosening a bit more.  Then someone stopped her, holding the bar so she
could not move.  Someone else slid a finger across her left armpit, and
down her exposed left side across the side of her breast and across the
side of her ribs.  Not being able to move away from the finger, Chrissy
reflexly squirmed even more, loosening the tie further.  She felt the
"dress" begin to slip.  She was released and made to walk again.  Within
about five steps, Chrissy felt the tie come undone.  With her arms bound
high as they were, there was no defense.  In one movement, the dress fell
in a flutter around her feet.  With the exception of her heels and bonds,
Chrissy Iberson, the penitent star, was totally naked before the assembled
members and guests!!

   Chrissy had no choice but to continue to walk.  She was mortified with
shame as the guests applauded and cheered.  She heard numerous comments
like, "Can't wait to dance with that!" and "How'd you like to suck those!"
Chrissy knew what was in store for her, at least part of it.  She swallowed
again as much as the gag would allow, and marched on.

   The music started.  For the first time, Chrissy noticed the combo
orchestra at the side of the room as it began to play.  It took only an
instant for the first member to take her naked body in his arms and begin
to dance.  Couples everywhere began to dance, but most of the eyes, male
and female alike, were on Chrissy and her partner.

   The purpose of the Ball was to embarrass and humiliate Chrissy.  The
males obviously would derive some sexual pleasure from her humiliation, and
perhaps some of the females were lesbian as well, or at least bi.  But the
primary purpose was to see this haughty bitch brought to her knees.  To
this end, the party was going very well, indeed.  And for this reason, no
female guest would object to her husband's dancing and fondling Chrissy. 
In fact, they would encourage and welcome their contributing to her
debasement.

   Chrissy's first partner didn't waste any time in continuing her
humiliation.  She felt his hands across her back, stroking gently.  She
could feel his hardness against her right thigh.  Then his right hand
groped her left breast, and pinched her nipple.  Chrissy attempted to draw
back, but he held her fast against him with his left hand behind her back.
He leaned down and began to suckle her left breast as his right hand
continued downward to nestle itself among her pubic curls.  His finger slid
between her pussy lips and began to flick her clit, then moved on to bury
itself deeply into her moist vagina.  It slid in and out, back and forth
across the rapidly swelling clit.  Being able to see that everyone was
watching, Chrissy was dying of embarrassment!!  She could not help but
respond to the rapidly moving torment, and was soon gyrating her hips and
breathing rapidly around, and moaning softly into, her gag.  Just as she
felt the swelling climax, she was abruptly passed on to another partner.

   This time, her partner's right hand tickled her left ribs and breast
unmercifully!  Chrissy squirmed in an attempt to get away, but to no avail.
She was held fast, and had to endure the bizarre torment.

   The next partner again slid his right hand to her pussy, and again the
finger went into the vagina.  But he didn't move either.  He held her fast
with his finger buried to the hilt.  Then, to her mortification, she felt a
finger on his left hand move between her buttocks, tickling her asshole!!.
This finger moved on to wet itself in her vaginal juices before returning
to her ass.  She felt it enter her puckered hole slowly and maddeningly! 
He moved to the side, so that all the guests had an unobstructed view of
his right hand finger in her pussy and his left hand finger in her ass.  He
continued to make her move rhythmically to the music.  Again, just as she
felt a swelling climax, the partner withdrew and left her to another.

   This time, Chrissy felt her partner from behind.  He was NAKED!!  In her
embarrassment, Chrissy had not noticed that most of the guests, male and
female, had removed their clothing, except for their masks!!  She felt her
partner's hard cock between her buttocks as he fondled both breasts and
moved down to her pussy.  He continued to have her "ride" his cock to the
music as he moved his hands from spreading her pussy wide and flicking her
clit, upward across her belly tickling her abdomen and ribs, to fondling
her breasts and pinching her nipples!  He never entered her ass with his
cock, and she was soon passed on.

   Her next partner was a woman!!  Chrissy was no lesbian, and had never
made love to a woman--had never even considered it!!  But now she had no
choice but to allow herself to be fondled by a member of the same sex!! 
The woman kissed her breasts and moved down to kiss her abdomen.  She
continued down as Chrissy reflexly stepped back into the naked body of
another man!  He reached around and held her fast by her breasts.

   "Spread your legs, Chrissy, and continue to move to the music!" he
commanded, whispering into Chrissy's ear.  Chrissy did not spread her legs.
"Spread 'em, or we'll spread them for you!" he commanded once again, more
forcefully!

   Chrissy complied, feeling a renewed rush of embarrassment fill her face
and body.  By now she felt all tits and clit.  Her inner pussy lips were
very engorged, spreading her equally swollen outer pussy lips and exposing
her clit fully.  Her clit was standing at full erection, testing the limits
of its constraining hood to the maximum.  Her inner pussy lips were also
parted because of their swollen condition, and the inner pink lining of her
vagina was clearly visible.  Now all this was available to the dancing
tongue of her first woman lover!!

   Although she was completely humiliated, Chrissy found the woman's tongue
to be talented, indeed.  It wasn't long before Chrissy felt the familiar
swell of a climax, but again, she was denied release by being passed on to
a new partner.

   This time it was a male again, from the front.  He was naked.  Chrissy
was made to ride his organ as they danced.  He did not enter her, but the
friction against her engorged and exposed clit drove her wild.  She gyrated
disgustingly and unashamedly as he slid in and out against the nub.  Again,
she was passed on before the release of a climax could be realized.

   Chrissy was near the point of begging for release.  She was completely
and overwhelmingly sexually excited!!  She had lost most of her inhibitions
by now, as if she had a choice!  But she also trembled at the thought of
climaxing in front of everyone.  She knew full well how she acted with
complete abandon when she had a hard climax, and realized how humiliating
it would be to do it while bound and on full display as she was!  She also
realized that eventually she would be forced into a hard, humiliating
climax tonight, but it would be when they pleased, not when she pleased!!