Two pairs of hands guide me forward, and I mount the stairs leading to the stage. The blindfold is still in place but I know what lies ahead, it was already set up when we arrived, the eight-foot high tripod commands the center of the stage. The hands stop me and unhook the cape that covers me from neck to thigh. It carelessly drops to the floor. My breath becomes shorter, faster.

They applaud though they have seen me naked before. They saw me transformed as I knelt naked at your feet. Now, nearly naked in just a garter belt, stockings, and my ever so sensible Cuban heels, I am on display for them. They applaud in appreciation.

This is more than a private transformation for my lover; this is panic filled breathing as strangers drink in my nudity. Their eyes claim me. I feel a trembling dread as I become theirs for this moment, prey to their whims. The applause slowly fades. They are ready. I'm not sure I'm ready but I vow I won't embarrass you.

The two pairs of unseen hands turn me away from the impatient crowd and I feel the heat of spotlights on my back. They walk me forward until my feet nudge the metal crosspiece that braces the long legs of the tripod, The rod is about three inches off the ground which allows me to slip my feet underneath it, two points of support, a hard piece of reality. It's comforting.

My thoughts are coming in quick gasps now, rapid and scattered like my breath. All too soon these flickering thoughts will be forcefully driven away and I will only feel. Now I can feel a sheen of sweat forming along my back even as I shiver. The fur-lined cuffs that have held my hands bound behind my back are uncoupled, but only to bring my hands forward. The two men separate. The one in front of me gathers up my hands pulling me forward as he raises my arms toward the chain that dangles from the peak of the tripod. I'm forced forward: my balance shifting, breasts swaying and my upper body tips downward only to be pulled up short by the length of chain. The other man steps behind me, his hands grasp my naked hips, but his only interest is to steady me, to keep me from falling forward.

It is disconcerting to have these two men handle my body with such indifference. A woman should be lusted after when she is naked and helpless in the hands of men. If their Mistress gave them the slightest signal they would both instantly ravage me, pummeling my depths with enthusiasm while my helpless body is buffeted between them. They would do this to me, not for their own pleasure and certainly not for mine, but only for the enjoyment their Mistress might derive from my plight. I shudder. It is not something that I really need to fear. You would never allow it. I'm not sure if my shudder is actually for the ephemeral desire, or the guilt for the cravings that pass through me.

I envy these two men that bind me. I envy them the discipline they possess and the discipline they endured to gain it. I smile inwardly knowing that I envy two slaves as only another slave might. My wrists are secured and the men move away.

The chain is attached running up along the front of each cuff. I grasp the cold links pulling them hard against my palms. The chain supports my upper body's weight. It becomes another bit of cold reality. This too is comforting. I adjust my footing keenly aware that my torso and hips rock seductively as I sway.

There will be forty lashes; I've handled that before. The club has its rules. Only my shoulders and bottom will be struck. I wish it were happening already. Why do you make me wait?

Chairs scrape against the hard wood floor, more people gather to watch me perform, someone coughs. They wait impatiently too. Are they eager to hear my anguished shrieks as the flogging makes me writhe in agony? Undoubtedly. Will you want to wring those screams from me as I twist and turn under your lash? Dark panic and thick sickening fear engulf me as I realize I don't know.

I will not, I can not, fail you.

A recollection of my lovers' words "You will follow my lead. It is up to me to show them your beauty." Relief, a weight is lifted with the memory. A flicker of a smile crosses my face with this newfound certainty. No need to worry. You will lead me. It is another present you've given me, like my safe word. A precious gift that you bestowed for me to cherish but I know I will never need to use it. I hope you chooses the crop, it will hurt a little more than the nine-tailed cat but the crop is much more accurate and precise, a far easier lead to follow.

The crowd is making restless noises, I strain to hear your approach but I can only hear my own ragged breathing and the wild beating of my heart. A hand, your hand, reaches over and brushes against my swaying side. I gasp joyfully. You are beside me now, so close I can feel your body's heat. Your hand brushes along my back and over the curve of my squirming bottom. Unbidden, moisture seeps between my lower lips and my body quivers at your touch. Surely you can smell my desire as you bend closer. I feel the flat leather straps casually caress my thigh. Your free hand is beneath me now running along my quaking belly, smoothing, petting, and preparing as it descends.
It is too much; I want you, no need you, to begin. My heart thumps louder and I can barely hear your whisper before you step back.

" Shall we dance?"


© 2005 Mad Lews

Well it's actually ripped out of a story I'm working on but no one else was posting here so why not?
Mad