I am a quiet and well-behaved slave. This is especially true in public. I do not speak beyond what is required of me as a hostess or unless directly addressed. I stay as close to Master’s side as possible while still fulfilling the tasks he has set forth when we have guests. I work to negotiate for Master when newer individuals get on the table, clean up between bottoms (and after the festivities), and I make sure Master is fed and hydrated. I monitor the unattached bottoms who visit, and I have my own gaggle of littles that I babysit.
While I am often busy keeping everything running smoothly, Master is often busy introducing individuals to electroplay.
To say we rarely get play time at a public event is an understatement. And when we do, it is reserved for the end of the night. Considering how much Sadomasochism is in our play, there are two factors we must consider.
Factor number one is Master’s energy level. He plays with twenty to thirty people prior to me. While more than half of the scenes are under 15 minutes, the up and down of the endorphins and adrenaline wears Him down considerably.
Factor number two is how many people, at the party, are new. It seems like an odd thing to factor into our play, doesn’t it? Theoretically, the only people who matter in a scene are the participants. But, in the real world, that is not the case.
We play rough. We play heavy. I have yet to safeword. And it scares people.
So, if we do scene, it is always at the end of the night, when most of the new people have left.
We play late to protect ourselves.
But, when we do, we become the center of our own circus.
Master thrives on the crowd. It is as though he absorbs the energy put out by them and channels it into his implements. I am sure I have seen his eyes glow from that same energy.
So, sit back, boys and girls, and let me tell you the story of a Sadistic Ringmaster.
I have been watching you for hours Sir. Over and over, men and women willingly put themselves on your table and cross. I watch your eyes light up with pleasure and the sinister smile slowly take over. Your creativity is beyond bounds. I have yet to see the same scene twice, even with tastings.
I never know quite what to expect. We have never played in public before Sir and my nerves are getting the best of me. You’ve told me that it was my choice to play or not. I know you want me up there, but I also know you will stand by your word.
It has taken most of the night, but I am ready to do this.
I can hear the shouts of the one in front of me. He is a masochist that I have seen you play with him before. He likes it hard and fast. I can tell, even from here, that he will have welts for a couple of days. I find it amusing when he climbs the cross. For being cuffed, he is quite flexible.
I wait until you have stepped away and the cross is empty. I see you cleaning everything you used. My stomach is in my throat, and I am struggling to find my voice.
I silently move to cross, standing slightly behind you to your left. I wait patiently for you to acknowledge me. It takes a few minutes. I wonder briefly if you have left me waiting on purpose, just to fuck with me.
“Hello, sweetie.”
“Hi Sir.”
“Is everything alright?” You turn to face me completely. Your hand rests on my shoulder and you give it a soft squeeze.
“Yes, Sir.” Deep Breath. “Will you flog me on the cross?” My insides are shaking. Why is it so hard to do this in public?
You raise an eyebrow. Without hesitation, you tell me to step up to the cross. I stand there for a minute, waiting. I see you grab the first toy and I get a very wicked idea.
“Are you ready?” You ask.
“Don’t you want to tie me up Sir?”
I see you smile. The game has begun.
My shoulders are tense. This is very new to me. Here I am, cuffed to the cross, in just my panties, waiting for what will happen next.
This is the easy part. I know better than to look. I won’t know the implement until you use it. How many do you think I can guess right?
Your body presses against my back. Your hand curves around my neck, but no pressure is applied. “Are you ready?”
Deep, shuddering breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“Safe word?”
“Red for stop. Yellow for check-in.”
“Good girl.”
With that, you step back. My body shivers in anticipation.
The first strike of the flogger hurts. I must force my shoulders to relax. I know that the more tense I am, the more I could hurt myself.
My eyes close as you find your rhythm. There is a steady heat building under my skin. This isn’t so bad. If I keep my eyes closed, I can forget everyone else is there. I feel you pause every so often. Sometimes your hands touch my skin and sometimes you switch the implements. The floggers are steadily getting stingier.
The room has fallen silent. Or, at least, I cannot hear them anymore. There is only white noise in my ears now. My head feels like it is swimming. My eyelids are heavy. My mouth feels glued shut. Even at the increasing pain, I have no drive to stop you.
Then there is a long pause.
I rest my forehead to the cool wood of the cross. I steady my breathing and wait. I can hear the murmurs of the people again, but I find I care far less now than I did at the start.
I don’t know how long you left me waiting. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel your presence.
Then, you shocked me.
Without any warning, I felt a firm whack to my ass. It’s the paddle.
Fuck. I hate those.
My eyes pop open, and my hands wrap around the chains holding me in place. “Fuuhhck.”
I hear you laugh. It’s a dark and rich sound that cuts through the static.
Two.
Three.
Then you change it up again.
It’s always in threes.
I have lost count of the number of implements. This is far from the flogging I initially asked for. Then again, you have blanket consent to do as you please with this body. And you never cease to surprise me.
Somewhere in between the paddles, you check in with me. I know you expect me to be honest. My body feels warm and on fire. I feel invincible.
You ask me how I am doing.
I turn my head until our eyes meet. My answer shocks you. “Is that all you’ve got, Magick?” There is no Sir or Master. I am challenging your reputation.
Bring.
It.
On.
Master.
The gasp of the crowd cuts through the static. I hear a lone voice warning me not to say that. But it isn’t you.
Our eyes stay locked for several moments. You smile wide. I think I have provoked the Dragon.
Well, there is no turning back now.
I break the eye contact, turning back to the cross, dropping my head, and baring my neck.
What have I done?
The room is silent. I can feel the eyes of everyone on us. I think I have shocked them Sir.
Without warning, I feel something thin and stingy hit my ass. Ow. We just went from a 3 or 4 to a 7 on the pain scale. I breathe deep. This is what I asked for.
My eyes stay closed, and I scrunch up my face as I breathe through the pain. This is what I was looking for Sir. I wanted to see your Sadistic side. I wanted to trigger the same intensity you give the other masochists. I wanted you to use me without fear.
The strikes no longer come in threes, nor do they have the same rhythm. I can tell you are still in control, but you want me to feel each strike. Without a steady pattern, I cannot zone out. I cannot sink into the sweet oblivion of sub space.
And you know it.
I lose track of time so easily under your touch. I don’t know how long we have been at this. My legs are starting to feel weak. My ass feels as though it is on fire. The only thing holding me up at this point is the tight grip I have on the chains.
I am not ready for this to end. I refuse to give after I issued a challenge.
I finally hear your voice, soft and gruff in my ear. “How are you holding up?”
“Good, Sir.”
Your hand rests on the back of my neck. It feels hot.
You step away and I mewl at the loss.
One.
That one takes my breath away. It was solid enough that I felt my body would go through the wall with the force.
Two.
Jesus Christ that hurt. Whatever that was has me nearly biting through my tongue.
Three. I have finally climbed the cross. This is the devil. I cannot feel the back of my thighs anymore. What on Earth did you use, Sir?
My body sags. I grit my teeth and lean against the wood. I am near my breaking point. But I do not want to stop Sir. I want you to know I can take anything you are willing to give. I cannot stop this. I won’t.
I feel you against my back again. Your body is solid as you pull me against you. My head drops back onto your shoulder. Your hands wrap around my torso and climb up to my nipples. Your fingers tweak them, tugging and pulling. All I can do is gasp. There is so much pain on my backside and the combination of pain and pleasure from my nipples is going to drop me right here. You tug them upward and bring me to my tip toes.
“You look so pretty when you climb the cross.”
I let out a soft gwaff. I don’t even have the energy to laugh right now.
You let go of my nipples and your arms holds my waist to keep me upright. “How are you pet?”
“I…I” Deep breath. “I…am good Sir.” I exhale loudly. “May I have some water before we continue?”
“Let’s get you down pet and then I will get you some water.”
“No, Sir. Please. We can continue.”
“Shh. You have done well pet.” I hear you ask someone to help undo the restraints.
Once my arms are free, they drop heavily to my side. I turn around in your embrace and rest my head on your chest. I feel very floaty Sir, almost drunk.
And very sore.
All I can think is Thank you, Master. That was one hell of a ride.
That was the first of many public play sessions. When he finished checking on me, I can proudly tell you that I not only walked away from the cross on my own two feet, I went back to hosting duties after. I was on a high for several days. It also brought about one of the longest (and lowest) sub drops I had ever experienced.
I asked what those last three toys were. The thick one that thudded (and felt like I would go through the floor) was a length of a fire hose. For future reference, it has physically knocked me off a spanking bench and has quite the power behind it.
The second toy (the sting that made me curse very loudly) was a length of weather stripping. It is very, very painful. It leaves wonderful marks.
The last (which made me climb the cross) is a serpentine belt. It is my favorite toy (and has been since that day). I learned during that session that the belt corners should be sanded down. We ended up drawing blood on my thigh and it left a mark for nearly three months. We honestly thought it would scar.
Please understand that our dynamic is a Total Power Exchange with blanket consent. While I asked for a flogging for this scene, he decided to push my limits. I wouldn’t change anything about this scene.
That includes challenging him.
No one else has the balls to do that. No one will go head-to-head with Master. That’s what makes me special. That is why I have the honor of wearing his collar. He says I keep surprising him.
As I said at the beginning, I am generally a quiet and well-behaved slave. But, when the lights come up and the Circus tents open, I get to challenge the Ringmaster at his own game.
And it keeps everyone coming back for more.
My name is Joji. I am 29 years old currently and I have been in and around the kink community about 15 years.I am a collared submissive to Magick42. I am also a Daddy to a wonderful babygirl, and have been for more than three years now and I find it very fulfilling. I am being mentored in and being taught electroplay. I am a masochist at heart and thoroughly love impact play, especially caning. I enjoy reading anything I can get my hands on and am a die hard Harry Potter and Doctor Who fan. I am also the secretary for a group in Idaho called Moscow S.P.A.R.K.E (Simply Providing Another Route to Kink Education). It is our mission to teach safe practices to those new to the community and give them a safe haven to ask questions and learn without judgement. We accept all kinks and all we ask in return is respect between all our members.
