The Show
The sensory deprivation headphones came off first. White noise echoed in her ears as she strained to hear, but the room was silent. Only the pounding of her own pulse sounded, beating a tattoo in her ears. Next, the blindfold was removed. Try as she might, she could see nothing in the blackened room. She had been strapped to the reclining board for an hour, or so she thought. She was completely disoriented. The belt around her belly drew her tight to the board and made breathing difficult. Her hands were bound behind and tied to a hook in the floor, pulling her shoulders back.
She flinched as a finger touched her left cheek. The bitter taste against her lips was her favorite ball gag and she opened to accept it. She caressed it with her tongue as it was cinched tight.
With a sharp “snap” a precise beam of light originating somewhere above her illuminated a circle no bigger than a drink coaster on her blue silk blouse. She lifted her head to look down and watched as an unseen hand pulled the cloth aside to reveal her left breast, nipple centered in the spotlight, rising proud above the pallid flesh.
A man's black gloved hand with index finger extended entered the spotlight from below and the tip rested on her nipple. It described an almost imperceptible circular motion, slowly, gently, and she felt the blood rushing to engorge the flesh, lifting his finger. As she watched here areola crowned and the nipple rose above, in an erotic minaret. The finger lifted and withdrew with a measured pace.
From out of the dark now came two black gloved hands, one holding a piece of red latex tubing threaded through a bead. She recognized it as a common type of cockring. The hands opened the rubber loop and placed it over her breast, seating it firmly below the base of the areola. Deft fingers slid the bead to tighten the noose, biting into her breast, delineating dark from light. Her nipple looked like a strawberry balanced on a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Both hands paused in the light, the right one forming an approving circle with the thumb and forefinger. Suddenly the finger flew out and the nail caught her nipple with a flicking motion. Her gasp broke the silence and the hands retreated into the void. She admired her distorted breast as the skin grew darker, more purple. The trapped blood made the skin more taut and in the intense light the nipple throbbed with every heartbeat.
As the hands re-entered the antumbra she could see four silver clothes pins arranged along the lower edge of the left glove. The left hand pinched the skin at the top of her breast just behind the band while the right hand fixed a pin in place. The action was repeated at the bottom, the left and the right. The hands disappeared, then returned with four more clips, placing one between each of the originals. When finished the hands cupped behind the clips to better display them in the light. She smiled as best she could behind the ballgag, as she admired her beautifully decorated breasts. The hands moved to encircle the clips, and then the fingers began striking the ends as a harpist plucks at the strings. Her strangled staccato gasps were counterpoint to the silent aria being performed on her breast.
The hands again withdrew and she tried to catch her breath, struggling to breath past the gag with her cinched stomach. Her chest heaved with the effort making the clips wave and shimmer like a small kinematic sculpture. She could feel arousal simmering within and shifted her hips in an effort to bring some relief, rubbing her upper thighs together in short jerky motions. She was grateful he had bound her ankles together rather than his preferred spreader bar.
This time only the right glove entered the spotlight, palm away from her view. As it passed over her nipple she was stung. Another sting hit, and a third. The hand retreated slightly and she could see three pinpoints of blood welling up on her areola, The hand turned to reveal a hypodermic needled clamped between the fingers. She could feel her eyes widen in shock. Needle play had been discussed but they had never gone that far before. On the back of her tongue she felt the coppery taste of fear.
With a flick of his thumb he brought the needle out of his palm and onto his fingertips where he wielded it like a pen, He pressed the tip to the skin at the latex boundary and slowly drew it towards the nipple, pressing against the turgid flesh, leaving a thin crimson line. He brought the needle under her breast and balanced her nipple on the end. Moving carefully he made the nipple dance, up, down, a figure of eight. Her eyes followed anxiously. She knew that a simple twist of the needle would send it threading through her nipple as if it were made of butter. Just as she felt the pressure of the tip about to pierce her, he slowly lowered his hand, drawing the needle down along the skin, leaving a glistening red line mirroring the one on top. As the hand disappeared into the shadows, she gazed at her abused nipple and began rhythmic squirming in search of some relief to the arousal sweeping over her. Her chest heaved with the effort,. The tortured breast danced in the light, the clothes clips bobbing and twisting, pulling at her flesh, sending streamers of pain which drove her passion higher and higher.
As she fought the bonds in an effort to find release she found a motion which yielded a small, rhythmic pressure on her engorged clit.
She was focused on the pleasure between her thighs and did not see the gloved hand reenter the spotlight, thumb and forefinger held apart, a thick elastic band stretched between. It caught her attention when the band was pressed against her nipple. As she watched the second hand came forward and took hold of the band at its center point. It pulled back, two inches, perhaps a little more, paused, then release. SNAP! Her strangled yelp escaped past the ball gag, The pain she felt on her already over sensitized nipple was beyond anything she had experienced before. A warm wetness on her clenched thighs told her she has lost control of her bladder momentarily.
The band rested on her throbbing nipple and she started clenching the muscles of her thighs and groin, rubbing her clit between turgid lips, urging herself forward to climax. The band was pulled back again, further back and released, SNAP!!. She shrieked, wet herself again, and bucked harder, driving her clit out past the tight lips, rubbing and twisting as the intensity built. Again the band snapped, and again she yelped and thrust her hips out even further.
She could feel release coming soon, The band was lifted slightly off her nipple, and the gloved hand began plucking at it in time to her hip motion, snapping slightly with every thrust. In moments she began to orgasm, the band snapping at her nipple with every wave, her moans mingled with yelps, When the final wave washed over her, she had lost all control, her legs were soaked, her head lolled to the side, drool ran down her flushed cheek.
As she hung there, drained, the gloved hands slowly removed each clothes pin, taking a moment to massage the pinched and bruised skin before moving on to the next. Next, the cock-ring was loosened, and slipped off her breast. As her breast slowly returned to its natural shape, the gloves caressed it tenderly. Then as before the hands withdrew into nothingness.
Just as the fingertips passed from the light, the room burst into a cacophony of noise. She started with surprise and only after a few moments realized the sound was applause. A dozen people had been watching the entire show.. She smiled behind her gag, She was worthy.
