Unusual Nightlife((casting call))

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca's cheeks redden from her blushing. All eyes in the room now rest upon her and the way that it was conveyed, as a show, made her feel rather displayed.

She obediantly stood and followed Alex onto the stage, her legs trembling slightly as He nudges her forward. She keeps her eyes cast downward, as she feels it is an act of submission and she is frightened to look anyone in the eye at the moment.

She steps up onto the platform, casting a quick glance up at the shackles hanging above her head. How could she not have noticed this before? She really must have had a few too many drinks. Well with any luck, she hoped, the drinks may lessen the pain of this punishment.

 

[Droogie15]

The assistant, hooded and shirtless like every Dom in those cheesy BDSM novels takes Bianca sternly by the wrist as she places herself on stage. Her wrists are cuffed high above her head, and her tight little shirt is ripped down the middle by a well-placed index finger and the very bottom of the shirt's deep "V."

The stage lights place a considerable amount of heat on the stage which will no doubt add to the intensity of Bianca's punishment. She is still faced away from the crowd as she's being prepared and the nameless Dom steps away as Alex appears before Bianca.

"I like you Bianca so I'm going to give you a choice. For your session would you rather opt for the ballgag or the blindfold? Choose quickly." Holding both in either hand, causing himself to become aroused as he watches her decide, always enjoying breaking a girl in more than anything else. Aside from a slave's loving worship, of course.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca gasps as her shirt is torn open. The one night she had opted not to wera a bra....her breasts tumbled out of the shirt, firm and round, sitting high on her chest.

She looked at the two objects and decided that a ballgag to stifle her screams would be betters,

In a soft voice she states,

"The ballgag please Sir..."

Her eyes dare not to look into Yours now, though if she dared to look at You her eyes would plead You to take it easy on her as she had never ever in her life experienced any bdsm.

 

[Droogie15]

"Good choice." Alex replies, happy to note her willingness to comply, never having met anyone quite like her, he wonders if she could actually be something special for him as he straps the ballgag to her head with a noticible amount of care. Stroking Bianca's cheek as he waits for his male assistant to return with one of the houses "toys." Alex smiles as he pets the restrained girl, always having loved the feel of soft skin interrupted by the presence of a tough leather strap.

As they've finally finished preparing, Alex spins the young woman in her shackles, grabing her hips when she turns a full 180 degrees, he breasts giggle to a stop in front of the audience and as the crowd claps at the beginning of this impromptu show, she becomes desperately aware of every nerve ending on her body.

"This, ladies and gentlemen, is Bianca!" More applause. Alex presses his body to hers, his crotch and his buldging hardon being the first objects to register in her mind. He slips his right hand up her side and affectionately fondles her nipples, strumming both pink digits until they stand out vibrantly from her chest. Bringing his free hand up to her chin, gripping her jaw and wagging her head like you might an animal he adds, just off of hr right side.

"And isn't she just the CUTEST thing you have ever seen!?" In response to his question comes more applause and whistling.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca's eyes flash up to meet Yours for a moment and she sees a gentle caring gaze back at her. She closes her eyes and tilts her head into Your caress.

Her eyes widen as she is quickly spun around to face the audience and it feels as though every inch of her is flushing a soft pink shade from the embarassment of being so exposed to total strangers. She moans from beneath the gag as You play with her nipples and arches her back so that her lil butt bumps against Your obvious hardon.

Once again, a deep blush flows over her, descending nearly to her breasts as You ask the audience if they agree that she is "cute"....

 

[Droogie15]

Alex steps back, away from the obviously wanton Bianca, he takes a long, holey paddle from his assistant, thanks him for his help on which he takes his seat to enjoy the show. Alex waves the paddle around behind Bianca playfully, the crowd gives out pockets of laughter here and there.

Suddenly and without warning he steps forward and strikes his captive on the ass with the broad wooden paddle. Wanting to give her a good hard first swing in order to really rock her emotionally (knowing that mental torment, properly placed, can be much more effective at weakening a slave). Taking the paddle away as quickly as he placed it, the crowd mumbles but stays mostly quiet. First because they were caught off guard by Alex's sudden blow and second, because everyone in the room wants to experience this newbie's first unabashed outcry of pain. Though she can see nothing past the bright lights, the silence lets her know that all eyes are on her.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca can't help but wonder what the laughter is about, she struggles against her bonds a moment before

**SMACK**

She felt something, a paddle most likely hit her extremely hard on her ass. She screamed, a cry of pure pain and shock,

"Aaahhhhh!"

It was high pitched and long, as her body writhed from the blow. The silence before the blow made her increasingly aware of the many eyes on her. She felt her eyes sting with tears, from the absolute humiliation of all this as well as the pain of her now burning little ass. She whimpered softly, wondering when the next blow will occur.

 

[Droogie15]

The room sighs collectively. Adoring this helpless expression of distress, it becoming almost an artform in this day and age to evoke in a member of such a jaded society.

Bianca's waiting soon comes to an end as he rearend is pounded by another stroke of the paddle, hitting her with a little less force than before, Alex pauses afterward, stepping forward to command Bianca, "that's number one, bitch, from here after I want you to count them out after I give them. (not caring whether she's gagged or not) If you cooperate, we'll finish with an even 10. Nod if you understand.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Biance feels herself struggling to hold back tears, not from pain but from the emotional torment this is bringing her. She hears Your commanding voice and thinks Count?!? How??

She nods in understanding and guesses she will just have to mumble out something that sounds remotely like a number and it will have to suffice.

She braces herself for hit number 2 and prays this torment and torture will be over soon. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to crawl under the table, like the rest of the subs, watching anyone but her on this platform.

 

[Droogie15]

Holds her shoulder, this time around, with his right hand. Raising the paddle up to his shoulder, he drops it down on a slant this time as he delivers yet another stinging body-jarring blow. For the first time, however, the last few inches of the paddle strikes the back of her thigh, exposing new parts of her body to this cruel pain. The crowd rumbles in response, quiet enough to hear the utterance, "hoo!" (two) from the mouth of the beaten and crying young female.

Alex delivers a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth to the writhing woman. Pounding her with a seventh, the crowd quiets to listen to her always cute "counting" the exclamations of sex from one or two distant patrons can be heard coming from the crowd. Alex wonders if Bianca realizes that the sounds and the acts that come with them are being preformed by the inspiration of the little show she's putting on.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

By the third or fourth blow Biance can no longer hold back her tears, she begins to sob softly, tears streaking down her beautiful face as she counts strike after strike.

Her body writhes, and she feels stinging radiating down to her tender thighs. She feels the eighth and ninth blows delivered and calls each of the out to the best of her ability.

Tears are now pouring down her cheeks, the lights are hot and causing beads of sweat to slide from her brow. She wants this torment to stop and is but one blow away from it......

 

[Droogie15]

After number 7, the audience began counting a long with the couple, chanting each number as the man's powerful sweeping arm came down. Alex raises his hand for number 10, the crowd unable to keep their volume down now though the erotic tension is very very present.

With his hand still raised and all eyes glued to Bianca's wet pain-wracked face, a terrible (magnified by the internal plating of metal beneath the wood) crashing sound erupts suddenly from A-1's heavy clubroom door.

"Oh fuck..." Alex whispers into Bianca's ear as he drops the paddle to his own side, gaping at the club's one and only line of defense.

Without hesitation, knowing sooner than anyone else exactly what's happening, Alex flips the hook adjoining Bianca's shackles to the attached chain, leaving her wrists still cuffed this way, he drops his paddle entirely and darts off the stage, holding tightly Bianca's cuffs intending almost instintively to take her with him. He rushes her into the men's bathroom just as "Police, Open this door!!" is shouted with unsettling audibility (the level of audibility alluding to the fact that the door is already being broken down. Alex searches the pipework beneath the sink, pulling a lever finally, a hinged trapdoor unlocks and opens inward, into its own passage, as Alex locks the bathroom door and shoves Bianca to her knees before this hidden exit he commands.

"I'll get you out of here without a problem but you need to do as I say, no fucking funny stuff, understand? Now go!"

His aura of mystery and intrigue seems to fade as he finds himself grimly faced with the possibilty of decades in prison.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca was trembling as she awaited the final blow. The crowd was cheering and she knew it was going to be a hard smack to her already abused little bottom. She writhed in her bonds and felt the tears still pouring down her face. Yet she had just realized that her body was betraying her. She felt a great amount of moisture between her legs. This whole humiliating torturous act was arousing her!

She jolted at the crash and her head shot up. She had no idea what it was but faster than she could ever realize her hands, still cuffed, were being pulled. She followed Alex as he dragged her quickly towards the mens washroom. She heard him lock the door, pull a pipe and shove her to her knees. There was a tunnel in front of her, an emergency exit. She heard the cry of police and her panic striken eyes met His. She nodded her head quickly that she would not pull any "funny stuff" and made her way into the tunnel. She looked behind her after crawling a few feet and saw He was in the tunnel as well, with a flashlight. He closed the door and they were tossed into near darkness save for the beam of the flashlight. She could not speak because of the gag and her whole body was trembling. She was now truly terrified, tears pouring down her cheeks. Why of all the nights that she chooses to come to a club like this do the police show up. She didn't want to go to jail....she couldn't....she looked back and could barely see You. She continued to crawl carefully through the tunnel, with great difficult as her wrists were still cuffed.

 

[Droogie15]

"Good girl..."
"Keep going"
"We're almost there..."

Alex Fed Bianca little one-liners of support through paniced halting breath to keep her little body moving steadilly to their final destination. with the beam of the flashlight bobbing left and right behind her, Bianca is forced to crawl a good hundred feet with Alex's large forceful hand pushing her leatherclad butt forward if she ever happens to slow her crawling.

As they reach the end of the damp concrete tunnel, bianca finds that she merely has to pull a thin brass handle and the door, much like the slim wooden one at the other end of the passage opens with a creak into what appears to be the boiler room of a resturant, or possibly of an entire commercial block.

Alex climbs out after Bianca, stands her up straight and rubs away her tears, brushing her hair away from her face, he collects his thoughts as he examines the fear-stricken contoured edges and surfaces that make up her face. Deciding against his best instincts, he removes her ballgag. Alex descreetly wipes away the droll from her chin (that came from her incessant crying) and places the gag in his pocket.

"My car is parked across the street from here, if you stay pressed close to my body while we walk i think we can keep from raising any suspicion, but I want you to make the choice, Bianca. Are you coming with me?"

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca's knees wre scraped and sore by the time they reached the end of the long concrete tunnel. She walked into the boiler room and kept her gaze downwards. She was unsure of what was going to happen. You'd done as You said, You'd gotten her out.

She leaned her head gently into Your hand as You wiped her tears and smoothed her hair. It took her by suprise as You removed the ballgag. She remained silent, listening to Your words.

"Yes Sir, I'm coming with You. I'm too shaken to try to get out on my own." she replied softly.

She was frightened though. This man was nearly a total stranger. A total stranger who had just humiliated her by paddling her butt in front of a substanial audience, but something deep inside her told her to trust him. She pressed her body very close to his and waited for him to guide her.

 

[Droogie15]

Alex wraps his right arm over Bianca's left shoulder, turning her hips outward yet keep her chest pulled into his side. Holding one of the torn sides of her shirt as they exit the 3-walled room through its single chainlinked opening. He attempts to calm her worrying noticing her trembling, she resembles a house pet that was just bathed and toweled off and thus "my kitten is gonna be just fine" slips from his mouth as they cross the street.

It's 2:45 am and the city streets are quiet and almost completely
clear of traffic. Alex puts the young woman into the passenger seat of his meager Honda Accord and passes her a blanket, kept in the trunk, as he takes his seat at the wheel. Alex regains his composure and starts the car, commanding cooly, "cover yourself with that. i can easily see an exposed pair of breasts getting us in a lot of trouble." With that, he makes his way up town, away from the turning red and blue lights, back to the security of his nice clean sixth-story apartment, almost crying at the thought of how lucky they are.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca smiled softly, she felt somehow comforted by being held so close. She leaned her head against your shoulder as you directed her from the boiler room to your car, and she was trembling quite a bit.

She looked up at you as you referred to her not only as "kitten" a pet name she had always liked but never been called. You referred to her as "my kitten".

She thanked you softly for the blanket and wrapped it round her still shaking form. What a night it had been. If that wasn't a traumatic experience then what was?

She looked up at you pulled into what looked like a very posh apartment building. You drove into the underground parking and parked. She looked at you, her eyes still filled with fear of the events that had occured a mere hour ago. She waited, silently, submissively, for you to tell her she should get out of the car. For you to guide her to your apartment.

 

[Droogie15]

"C'mon."
Alex commands as he steps from his side of the car, waiting beside the passenger door he adds, "leave the blanket in the car, no one will be up at this hour."

Walking her into the garage's elevator and then down the hall to his apartment, he allows Bianca to assign her own amount of modest concern to her opened shirt. Unlocking the front door, he holds the door open for Bianca and, deciding he likes the idea of keeping her quiet, submissive, and under control, continues dictating to her as if they had been master and slave for years.

"You can kneel beside the couch, I'll find some food for us, then we'll see about getting you some rest." Leaving her in the living room to complete the task she was given, he exits to the kitchen and returns long after she's made herself comfortable.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca walked through the chilly underground garage and shivers slightly. The air hits her exposed breasts causing her nipples to harden. She blushes at this and pulls what remains of one of her favourite shirts to cover herself.

She stands silently in the elevator, she is still somewht in shock from the evenings events and the fact that the two of them managed to get away.

As she enters the apartment she smiles softly, it is tastefully decorated, with large panel windows across the back wall leading out to a huge balcony. She sees there is a hallway to the left, a kitchen to the right which is open concept to the rest of the apartment.

She makes her way into the living room and kneels beside the couch as instructed. She looks around taking in her surroundings as she awaits Your return. She truly feels like she has been submitting to You for years as opposed to hours. She wonders why You took her under Your wing so quickly but dares not ask. She remains silent until Your return.

 

[Droogie15]

On the end table beside your end of the couch, there are a number of toys crammed arbitrarily into the cabinet below the table's main surface. Among these items, a riding crop, a thin leather paddle with sandpaper surfacing, a vibrator, and another ballgag. These items quite allude to Alex either having a very social nightlife or having a slave of his own.

"I made some soup, it's the instant stuff so I don't think it'll be very good but it's better than nothing." He sets the bowl of soup and a portion of a bagget of bread down on the coffee table. As you glance over in his direction, you see that he has no bowl of his own. This may lead to paranoia over the chance of drugs being placed in the food but it seems illogical from your standpoint considering you've given into him willingly.

"I hope it's hot enough..." His voice is mildly distant.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca scoots over closer to the coffee table and rips of a small piece of bagette. She dips it into the soup and pops it into her mouth. Once she has finished about 2 thirds of the bowl and all of the piece of bagette she turns slightly to look at You.

"Sir?" she says in a very soft voice, "........why.....why did You choose to.....save me?" she asked in a quiet and soothing tone.

From looking at the toys and remembering catching a glimpse of a girl under the table a sinking feeling had set into her while she was sipping the soup just moments ago. He took me.....he had a slave....the girl under his table....and he saved.....me.....

The thought was daunting. Why her? What had made him do it? She was eternally grateful, but......she felt utterly responsible at the same time. Because he had chosen her he lost his slave. Was he angry at her? Was that why he was so silent? so distant? These thoughts and many more coursed through Bianca's head as she waited for your reply.

 

[Droogie15]

"You could consider it a matter of very local geograpy..." He states cleanly, crossing his right ankle over his left and pushing them under the coffee table.

"I knew that I wasn't going to allow myself to be caught and I would've most likely been nabbed had i gone all the way across the room to grab my little girl..." Looking down into the soup, he retracts his feet to the foot of the couch and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. As a slight smile crosses his face, he chooses to change the direction of the conversation.

"I could see that your thighs were slicked as I was spanking you... I knew I was going to enjoy punishing you like that but I didn't expect you to be getting off along with me." His voice remains very quiet and soft, in spite of the current tempo change in subject matter.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca looked down as You mentioned Your slave. she couldn't help ut feel responsible, but her look changed when You mentioned her dripping and slick thighs.

She blushed a deep shade of red and looked up into Your eyes, some of her defiance was still there and clearly present.

"I.....I was most certainly not...." she started out trying to deny the truth but continued with

"expecting to enjoy it Sir. I was truly quite frightened when You told me I was to be punished. I mean....up until tonight i was as vanilla as they come. I'd never even dabbled in bdsm and then there I was, up on a platform having my ass paddled by a very hot Dom....anyways..." she blushed even deeper as she admitted her attraction to You.

"It was a if my fantasies were becoming reality faster than my mind could process....yes I was aroused, not expecting to be, but I was..."

 

[Droogie15]

Alex growls audibly and stands up from the couch, walking around the coffee table and briskly past the kneeling girl, he leaves the room entirely and manages to express his anger by cutting Bianca off mid-sentence. He returns after just a moment, placing his hand on the white doorframe that connects the bedroom to the livingroom.

"But you were there, in the moment, and you were loving every minute of it! Your body openly betrayed this superficial fear that you so dearly hold, your body was begging to be fucked and because of that..." Pointing at her intensely to drive his main point home, he takes no pause for his action. "...you have NOTHING to complain about!"

The level of intensity in his actions dissipates rapidly but remains impressionable, even after he once again dissapears from the room, because Bianca has never actually seen this side of Alex's emotional range.

As she's left to kneel and think out her side of the night, she can hear running water and other sorts of ambient movement coming from the master bathroom.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca opens her mouth in shock and whips her head around to look at where You went. She certainly had not expected such an outburst and felt tears sting her eyes once again.

Yes initially she had described to you how she was afraid, but then, then she openly admitted it to you and even complimented you. She felt very threatened by his intensity, his rage.

She turned towards the door and yelled in the direction of the bedroom,

"I wasn't complaining!!!! I openly admitted to you i was aroused, hell, I even complimented you and this is what I get in return??" her voice cracked towards the end of her sentence, as a sob escaped her.

She moved from a kneeling position to one that is very natural for a frightened person. She curled herself into a ball, her head resting on her knees, feeling her tears dribble down her legs. She had no idea what she had done to provoke such an attack on her and wanted nothing more than t run out the door. But she couldn't make herself, so she simply sat, cured in a ball on the living room floor, trembling once again.