I thoroughly enjoy being bound by Tom. I am soon suspended above the floor, exposed for the fun of the dominants. I am pleasantly surprised when Tom breaks out a makeup kit and expertly does my face.

Mmmm I can feel myself being hoisted higher and then set into a gentle, slow spin. I feel like a bit of artwork, swaying gently, with spotlights focused on me. I can't see beyond the lights to count how many people are now in the room, but the murmur of voices has grown louder. I can tell by the sounds that the room is full of patrons. I hope they likes what they saw.

I grunt slightly at the first strike. It has a light sting to it, nothing severe, but as I continue to feel the strokes over my body, I am suffused with a warm feeling. I feel as if I am soaring and glowing with an inner light. The strokes paused and I almost groaned with protest.

I could hear Sir speaking with a woman, but due to all the other voices in the room, couldn't make out what they were saying. I contented myself with slowly swinging around, my blood rushing through my body. I felt so alive.

Sir walks up to me and presses a glass of water to my lips, for which I am grateful.

I next felt a sting similar to a crop, but without the abrupt sting. This sting was more like a caress. I was making soft noises; Oh, yes, mmm, ah sighing and moaning gently. I was arching into it, striving to meet each application of the whip. Oh how wonderful I thought, relishing each stroke.

When that stopped, I received another sip of water, then I felt a crop being applied. Whereas the previous whip brought out soft cries and moans, this one made me cry out a little louder, although I enjoyed it as well. Whomever was wielding the crop was an expert, drawing it out so that I wanted it to last forever. It wasn't so much sexual as it was a heady, intense feeling. The crop was applied everywhere, sometimes hard and quick, sometimes gently, reverently.

The next one used a many-strand flogger. My pussy received a generous whipping, which I dearly loved. I was literally being whipped into a frenzy, and my hips were trying to swivel and hump to gain relief. I was now wanting to cum, but this was sensed and the flogger whipped a path across my back, over my breasts and after I was told to close my eyes, was even whipped gently across my face.

A bare hand was next, and the man spanking me took a moment to slide two fingers deep inside my pussy. I moaned and tried to rock my hips, but he just chuckled and said, "No no" removing his fingers to slap and pinch my breasts.

I almost came when I felt the cane strike the backs of my thighs. I could feel the welt that immediately rose to the surface of my skin. I received strokes on my back, ass, thighs, stomach and even lightly on the arms. The man using the cane on me made me hold it in my teeth while he used both his hands to twist my nipples, making me grunt. By now, juices were flowing down my legs and I knew everyone could see this.

After the caning, I was given more fluids, then left alone to gently rotate and watch the other patrons. The spotlights had been turned down a bit and I could now see more of the room. I looked over to see Sir talking to a cruel looking man who was pointing at me. I shuddered and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Sir shake his head and the man stomp away to whip a small man who seemed to be his personal slave. At each slow rotation, I glanced at the cruel man and saw him beating his slave, drawing blood. He didn't whip the man as if he did it out of love and appreciation for the sacrifice of the slave, rather he whipped as if he were trying to break the man. I cringed at each stroke I observed.

During one slow rotation, I saw Sir step in front of the cruel man to shield the slave. I gasped as I saw the whip land on Sir. Immediately, the cruel master was surrounded by the establishment's security. Within the span of a few moments, he had been escorted from the room by the guards and Sir.

I turned my head to see Jan taking care of the man's slave. I hoped he was ok.

Tom came over and after lowering me, released me from my bonds. He handed me my dress and shoes. I braced myself on his shoulder as I slid my feet into the heels, but left my gown over my arm. I didn't want to make the mistake of assuming I could dress.