Mom Professor Whore
Copyright© 2026 by SindeeM
Chapter 8: The Sanctum Part 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: The Sanctum Part 2 - This is continuing story of a woman who is Dean of Ethics and Professor at a University, a mother of two that is blackmailed into becoming a high priced whore. There is corporal punishment heavy sex, non-consensual, humiliation, lesbian, interracial, double penetration, gangbang, slavery. This is Book 1 that will be a series.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution
The next day Elizabeth was awakened in the early afternoon as usual. The slaves were given time to recover as much as possible from the previous day. The nutrient slurry and the regenerative gels had worked their magic, The worst of the welts were closed reducing the swelling.
A slave attendant motioned to Elizabeth. “Cunt 252. Prep area. Now.”
Elizabeth followed the slave attendant to a different part of the prep area. She was ordered to shower, making sure every inch of her body was hairless and clean. She was then bent over a table and given a series of three enemas. Her usual whore makeup was applied, which was the crimson lips, blue mascara, and glossy red nails.
She was led down a corridor draped in the same red velvet as the main floor. There was a polished wood door near the end of the hallway. Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat when it swung open.
The room was dimly lit. There were several comfortable armchairs and two long velvet couches. There was a spotlight illuminating the centerpiece of the room. It was the gyno chair made of black, leather-padded steel. There were thick leather straps to bind the ankles, thighs, waist, wrists, and chest of the victim. The leg stirrups were spread wide.
The walls had a dozen large video screens. There were a dozen cameras positioned to get every angle of the slave in the chair. Some were aimed at the chair as a whole. Others were positioned for extreme close-ups of a face, of a pair of tits, of a spread cunt, or of an ass.
Standing by the chair cleaning one of the camera lenses with a small cloth was Edward LaSalle. He was dressed in a tailored charcoal suit. He had well-groomed silver hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He looked like the head of an endowment to the arts organization.
At his side was a young slave girl that had a vacant expression on her face. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen. She was short, with firm round tits with large nipples. Her cunt was shaved as well as her head. She had a collar with a tag that had ser slave designation as Cunt 131. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her head bowed and eyes looking down.
With a cultured voice with a slight British accent, he said, “Ah, Cunt 252. Welcome to my inquiry room. I’m your inquisitor, and I will be pulling out your dark, deep secrets today.”
He gestured to the chair. “Please be seated. Place your feet in the stirrups and your arms on the armrests.”
Elizabeth complied with the order. Once she was in position, Edward motioned to the slave girl.
The slave girl tightened the straps, pulling them taut until Elizabeth was completely immobile. Her arms and hands were bound to the arms of the chair, her feet and legs were locked into the stirrups, and there was a wide belt strapped across her abdomen.
Elizabeth felt that same fear of being bound helpless, which was one of her greatest fears.
Edward then selected instruments from a nearby table. They were not whips or canes. They were devices of a more insidious kind of torture.
“These devices will help you divulge your most hidden secrets, slut.”
He held up a silver dildo. “This is for your cunt. It has two functions. One of which is vibration and the second electrical impulse. Both are wireless and are controlled by a remote.”
He lubed the dildo and worked it into her cunt. Elizabeth gasped as it filled her.
He picked up a dildo larger in diameter and shorter. “This is for your ass. Same capabilities.” He lubed it and inserted it into her ass.
Elizabeth gritted her teeth and squinted as the dildo filled her.
He then selected two vicious-looking clamps. They weren’t typical clover clamps. These had serrated, shark-tooth-like edges and a small silver nodule at the tip. He attached one to each of her nipples.
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmm,” she groaned, feeling the sharp teeth digging into her flesh.
Edward said very calmly, “These are nipple electrodes. The bite is part of the design. It ensures maximum contact.”
The final device was the most terrifying. It was a complex, multi-pronged apparatus.
He fitted a small, ring-like device around her clit hood. Four tiny arms with clamps extended from it, grabbing the skin around her clit and pulling it apart. This left her clit completely exposed and defenseless.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” Elizabeth groaned as the clamps bit into her tender cunt flesh.
“This is for your clit.” He said as he attached a small, alligator-toothed clamp directly to her clit itself.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeckkkkkkkk.” She hissed, feeling the bite into her clit.
Smiling as he looked at Elizabeth, “Excellent Cunt 252. You haven’t screamed yet.”
He stepped back, admiring his work. “Perfect. The system has four levels of electrical intensity: Low, Medium, High, and ... well, we won’t go there unless we have to. The vibration function can be activated independently for the vaginal and anal dildos as well as the clit clamp. Then there is the ‘ALL’ button.”
He pointed to a prominent red button on his tablet. “This activates every device at the selected intensity simultaneously. I’m told it is the most intense pain many slaves have ever felt.”
He sat down in one of the chairs. He motioned for the slave girl to get him a drink. She brought him a glass of aged bourbon and then kneeled beside the chair.
Taking a sip from the glass, he looked at the young slave girl. “This one has been completely broken. Look at her eyes. There’s nothing there but the desire to serve her superiors. This bitch understands that she has no original thoughts. All pleasure and pain come from her superiors, and those superiors tell her what pleasure is and what pain is.
Taking another sip from the glass and then touching the tag on the young slave girl’s collar, “There is nothing left from her previous existence. The bitch is nothing more than Cunt 131.”
Picking up the remote control, he said, “We’re going to start with something simple. “What’s your name, slut?”
Elizabeth knew this was some sort of evil game. The answer was obvious. It was the first rule they had beaten into her. “This slut is Cunt 252, Sir Edward.”
“An interesting answer.” He turned a dial on his remote.
A low deep hum started in her cunt. It was a gentle vibration, not unpleasant. Then, a tiny, sharp spark zapped her left nipple.
Elizabeth flinched. “Ah!”
Smirking now, “Level one. That is low. Now, you claim to be Cunt 252, but do you really believe it? Or is that just what you say to avoid the pain?”
He turned another knob. A sharper zap hit her right nipple. Elizabeth gritted her teeth with a low growl escaping her lips.
“Who is Professor Elizabeth Collins?” he asked.
Elizabeth’s mind reeled. Professor Collins was her other self. She was Vesper, the whore and slave, to protect her family and her public reputation. To admit that was to disobey.
Stammering and genuinely confused, she said, “She ... she’s gone. This slut is Cunt 252.”
“Gone?” Lasalle laughed.
“If she’s gone, why does the memory of her name still exist in your mind? Why does the thought of her cause you such conflict?
Gesturing to the blank-faced slave girl, “Cunt 131 here doesn’t remember her old name. We erased it. There is no conflict because there is no past.”
He tapped the remote again. This time, a sharp jolt hit her clit, making her whole body jerk against the restraints. “Let’s try again. Who is Professor Elizabeth Collins?”
Gasping from the shock, Elizabeth said, “She was ... a person. A mother ... a professor...”
Edward pounced on the word “Was?” You use the past tense. A clever attempt to distance yourself. But you still remember her, don’t you? You remember her lectures, her books, her children. That means she still exists.
Tapping his own temple, he said, “She’s in here.”
He turned a knob and a shock went to Elizabeth’s cunt.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” Elizabeth growled.
Edward continued, “So I ask you again, Cunt 252. If Professor Elizabeth Collins still exists in your mind, then who are you? You can’t be two people. You can’t be a brilliant professor and a mindless fucktoy. So, I will ask you one more time. What ... is your ... name?”
Elizabeth followed her training and yelled, “This whore IS Cunt 252, Sir, and ONLY Cunt 252, Sir!”
“Professor Collins is still there. I can see the defiance in your eyes, bitch.” Edward put the control for the cunt and ass vibrator on HIGH.
The shock and pain made Elizabeth’s body buck against the restraints.
“Nooooooooooooo,” she howled.
Panting, Elizabeth repeated, “This ... slut ... Cunt... 252 ... Sir.”
Edward let out a “Hmmmph” and then set both nipple electrodes to HIGH.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,”
Elizabeth screamed with her body trying to arch up from the pain in her nipples.
Edward sneered, “You still don’t understand, do you, bitch? Look at Cunt131 and learn.”
He then put the clit electrode to HIGH.
“aghhhhhhhh mfdafafff grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,”
Gibberish erupted from Elizabeth. It felt like a lightning bolt had ripped into her body at her clit.
Tears from the frustration and fear streamed down Elizabeth’s face. There was no right answer. To say she was the professor was to invite punishment. To say she was Cunt 252 would be more punishment. The question was a paradox designed to break her and make her doubt her own reality.
“I ... I don’t know! I don’t know what my name is!” she cried out.
Edward LaSalle smiled with that feeling of triumph. The feeling of power goring through his veins. That was the orgasm of control.
“Good, we’re finally getting somewhere. You don’t think on your own, bitch. I bring order to the chaos in your mind. You only think what I put in that chaotic mind. Do you understand slut?
Vesper put Elizabeth away in a safe space and took over. “Yes sir! This stupid cunt can’t think, sir. Thank you for teaching this slut what it needs, sir.”
“See, this is easy now. Your name is Cunt 252. There is no part of your body and mind that I don’t control.”
Vesper nodded her head, which was the only part of her body that could move. “Yes, sir, this slut’s name is Cunt 252, sir. You control this slut’s body and mind. Please, how can this stupid cunt serve you, sir?
“We’re now going to pull out the most primal fears in that untrained mind. The things that Professor Collins would do to avoid at all costs. I want you to tell me your top four fears. This will be relatively painless if you cooperate. If not...” he tapped the remote control.
“What is your first fear?” he asked.
Elizabeth clamped her mouth shut. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t give him that power.
“Very well,” he said. He slid the vaginal vibrator to medium and set the electrical current to low, cycling it between her cunt, her ass, nipples, and clit in a random pattern.
The sensation was bizarre. A deep, pleasant hum in her cunt was suddenly interrupted by a sharp jolt in her nipple. A moment later, a buzzing spark deep in her ass. Her body didn’t know how to react. Her hips would buck from the vibration only to be met with a spark from the clamps on her tits, ass, cunt, or clit. It was a constant state of confusion and arousal.
He let this go on for twenty minutes. He changed from his suit into a bathrobe. He motioned for the young slave girl to start sucking his cock. She opened his bathrobe and started to give him a wet, sloppy blowjob.
Elizabeth was panting with her body slick with sweat. The random stimulation of pain and pleasure was keeping her on edge. She could feel an orgasm, but every time it got close, a sharp jolt to her clit or nipple would shatter her concentration.
After twenty minutes he motioned for Cunt 131 to stop sucking his cock.
Looking over at Elizabeth, he said, “Let’s try that again. What’s your first fear?”
“Fuck you,” Vesper gasped, her voice ragged.
He sighed. “Level two. Medium.”
He adjusted the controls. He set a pattern of level 2 MEDIUM shocks to all five spots, which were her cunt, ass, tits, and clit. He turned off the vibrator, so this was all pain.
“Feel the shocks, bitch. Those shocks are PLEASURE. You’re going to cum from that pleasure but only after you tell me your four most dreaded fears. I tell you what you think and what you feel. Those electrical shocks are your PLEASURE.”
The electrical shocks became stronger. They were no longer low hums or pinpricks but sharp, painful jolts. He set the program to cycle through all five devices, including the cruel clamp on her exposed clit.
Elizabeth felt the vicious shock to her clit that made her scream. Jolts to both nipples at once. Deep painful shocks to her cunt and ass at the same time that felt like a knife was cutting through her ass to her cunt.
Edward whispered something to Cunt 131. With no emotion, the young slave girl stood by Vesper, repeating the same words over and over. Shocks, Pleasure.
For a half hour Edward watched Elizabeth. He saw her body start to react. He saw her cunt dripping down her legs.
Elizabeth could not help it. Her body was a traitor. The pain was an arousal, and it was overwhelming. She was so close.
Vesper thought, I’m so fucking close to cumming.
Elizabeth fought back, “No!” Not from pain! I’m not going to cum from pain!
“Please...” Vesper whimpered with tears streaming from her eyes.
Edward asked calmly, “Please, what? You want to tell me your fears?”
Vesper shook her head side to side. She couldn’t give in. Not yet.
Edward grinned. “Very well. I was hoping you would not give in so easily.”
He set the shock level to HIGH. He targeted her nipples first and pressed the button.
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,”
Vesper screamed, feeling like her nipples had just been but off.
Edward then set the target to her ass and pressed the button.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ooooooooooooooooowww,”
Vesper let out a screech with her body thrashing in the chair.
He then set the target for the dildo in her cunt and pressed the button.
Shaking her head back and forth and screaming from the pain in her cunt.
Edward then showed the remote control to Vesper with it set to target her clit. He put his finger on the button.
Vesper pleaded now, “Please. I’ll tell you my fears. Please no, not that! No, not my clit. I’ll tell you everything.”
Edward just smiled. “I know you will,” and then pressed the button.
Vesper’s eyes rolled back in her head. She let out a primal scream that was an unintelligent gibberish yell. Her body tried to arch but was held down by the straps.
Edward said in a calm manner, “One last time, Cunt 252. Tell me your four fears, or we’ll continue with more pleasure for you.”
Vesper broke. The promise of relief from the cycle of pain was too much. Was it pain or was it pleasure?
“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you!” she shrieked.
He turned off all the devices. “I’m listening,” he said.
He motioned for Cunt 131 to resume sucking his cock. She got down on her knees and went to work worshiping his cock.
Elizabeth took a ragged breath. “One is being branded. Having a permanent mark like slut or whore burned into my skin where everyone could see it. The humiliation is forever.”
Edward was taking notes on his table. “Excellent. The second?”
Clearing her throat, she said, “Being used as a public toilet for men and women and having it recorded. The thought of tasting and swallowing piss and scat is so revolting. Being a human urinal.”
Edward continued to take notes. “Fascinating,” he murmured. “The third?”
Elizabeth closed her eyes. How could she divulge the third fear that was her greatest fear of all? She knew he would continue to punish her until she relented.
With a deep sigh, “My children, and my daughter in particular. My fear is that they will watch me as a whore and slave. I fear the most of having my daughter forced or sold into this lifestyle. I will do anything to protect her from that.”
Nodding his head, Edward noted, “Ah, a maternal fear. Very powerful. The fourth? The final one?”
Elizabeth could not help but sob with tears running down her cheek. This man, this monster was dragging her fears out into the open.
Four ... is being put in a sensory deprivation hood. No sight, no sound, and a cock gag so I can’t speak or beg. Then being spanked, caned, and whipped. The thing that I fear most about this is being fucked by anyone, men and women, and never knowing who they are.
Swallowing hard, Elizabeth continued, “Then having it live-streamed. The fear that someone I know, like a colleague, a student, or someone from my old life, could be watching. Or even worse. It could be one of the ones using me, and I would never even know who that was.
He finished typing and looked up at her. “A comprehensive list. Physical, psychological, and primal. Thank you for your honesty, Cunt 252. You were most cooperative.”
He set the tablet down. “As a reward for your cooperation, I’m going to allow you the orgasm you so desperately crave.”
He picked up the remote control and activated the vibrators in her cunt, ass, and on her clit.
The effect was almost instantaneous. The stimulation of her fuckholes and her clit combined with the lingering sensitivity from the torture sent her towards the edge.
“Oh god ... oh god yes...” she moaned with her body tensing up.
Grinning, Edward said, “But first you’re going to choose which one of your fears will be realized.
Elizabeth’s eyes opened wide in shock. “What? No! You ... you said I can cum!”
He corrected her. “I am letting you cum, but a choice must be made first. The brand, the urinal, your daughter’s fate, or the livestream. Choose.”
“No! I can’t! You can’t!” Elizabeth moaned.
Putting his finger over the ALL button on the remote control “Then I’ll choose for you, and I choose all of them.”
Elizabeth pleaded, “No! Please!”
“Choose,” he commanded.
Her mind raced. The brand was permanent and something she’d have to live with forever. The public toilet and urinal were such a disgusting thought. She almost vomited right there. The thought of Donna being dragged into this hell was the one thing she could not bear.
Elizabeth spat out, “Anything but my daughter! Not my daughter! Anything but that!”
“So you’ll choose one of the others?” Lasalle pressed.
“YES! Just ... not her!” Elizabeth said.
“Which one?” he asked with his finger still hovering over the button.
Tears fell from her eyes. The vibrators were still buzzing inside her and pushing her closer to the edge, making it difficult to think. She couldn’t bear the thought of a permanent brand. She would rather endure the psychological torment of the livestream and gamble on the slim chance that no one she knew saw it or would fuck her.
Stammering, “The ... the livestream. I choose ... the livestream.”
Edward grinned. “An excellent choice. A fascinating psychological study. The fear of a known, permanent shame is greater than the terror of an unknown but potentially devastating one. We’ll see if you feel the same way after the experience.”
He looked down at the remote control. “You hesitated. You tried to bargain. That was not cooperation. That was a last-ditch attempt to control the situation. In this room, Cunt 252, I control everything.”
Before she could react, he pressed the ‘ALL’ button.
Then he slid the intensity slider all the way to ‘HIGH’.
Elizabeth’s world exploded.
This was pain and pleasure all rolled together. This was sensory overload.
Incredible pain was delivered to every point of contact on her body. Her cunt and ass convulsed from the electrical current and felt like she was being torn apart from the inside. The clamps on her nipples and clit made it feel like her flesh was being branded. The level of pain that was beyond comprehension.
Elizabeth’s body tried to arch but was held down by the shackles. A sound tore from her throat that was not human. It was a shriek. Her eyes rolled back in her head. A line of drool dripped from the corners of her mouth.
At the same time the stimulation from the vibrators in her cunt and ass along with the clit stimulator triggered a cataclysmic orgasm. Her body convulsed. Her bladder let loose with piss running between her ass cheeks. Her cunt and ass clenched around the electrified dildos, and a gush of cunt juice sprayed from her.
Watching Elizabeth’s body convulse and hearing her scream was the release Edward was waiting for. He grabbed the head of Cunt 131 and shot a huge load of cum down her throat. The control of making Elizabeth reveal her darkest fears, making her cum from the pain and pleasure, and watching her body respond to his command was the orgasm of control that he sought, and he got it. The physical orgasm from cumming in Cunt 131’s mouth was secondary.
Elzabeth’s body slumped.
Edward made a few notes on his tablet. “Subject’s pain threshold is exceptionally high. Psychological breaking point achieved using a combined MEDIUM shock concurrent with edging and stimulation followed by HIGH-intensity shock. The response to the ‘ALL’ function on high setting was as expected. The slave lost control and orgasmed from the pain and pleasure. Fear of familial harm is the primary lever. Subject chose the livestream.
He looked at the slumped body with a satisfied look on his face, convinced that he had broken another one.
Two male slaves entered the room, and they unstrapped Elizabeth from the chair. They lifted her limp body from the chair and laid her on a velvet chaise lounge in the shadows near the wall.
Elizabeth was processing all of this. The sharp, intense pain was gone, but there was a simmering pain all over her body. She felt the residue of her own climax drying on her body. Her mind was grappling with what had happened in this room.
Her gaze drifted across the room to where Cunt 131 was kneeling beside Edward. She saw the girl’s vacant eyes. The young slave girl was a beautiful but broken vessel. Edward had wanted to make Elizabeth just like her.
Elizabeth felt a shudder go down her body.
He had come so close. The illogical questions about her name had been a mental torment. He had reached into her mind with his words and his electricity and pulled out the darkest, most shameful secrets she possessed. He had made her vocalize her own worst fears.
Vesper broke in; I loved that. The pain, the helplessness, and the absolute surrender of control all culminating in another amazing orgasm.
Elizabeth hated Edward for it. She hated herself for it. But as she lay there, she felt something else. Professor Elizabeth Collins was still there. She was battered, bruised, used, and humiliated, but she was not gone. She had felt her own mind starting to fracture and become the broken thing that Edward Lasalle desired. Somehow she had endured. She had survived. She had not broken.
She looked at Cunt 131 again with a new understanding of this place. The Sanctum. The purpose of this club was to provide the human flesh for the sadistic pleasures of the customers. The goal was not to break the slaves but to provide that orgasm of control that the customers paid for. The fact that slaves became broken objects was just a side effect.
Elizabeth realized that she had endured what had broken many other slaves and had still retained her identity. Edward LaSalle, Dominic, and Senator Sterling all thought they had broken her. Elizabeth Collins had endured, and she had won another battle.
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The final day at the Sanctum had finally arrived. Elizabeth went through the daily routine of showering and making sure her body was hairless from the neck down. On this final day no makeup was applied. She was given two enemas to make sure her ass was clean and ready to be used.
This night she was going to experience one of her darkest fears. This fear was one of the four greatest fears that Edward LaSalle had pulled out of her. This was where she would have an isolation hood put on her. She would then be punished and fucked by many people. The event would be live-streamed on the Sanctum’s pay-per-view service. Elizabeth would not know who was beating her or fucking her. Her fear was that someone she knew would torture her, fuck her, or watch.
Elizabeth was led to a large stage in the main hall of the Sanctum. On the stage were several pieces of BDSM equipment. This included a multi-purpose bondage device, a blowjob and cunnilingus chair, a spanking/caning bench, and stocks.
Angela Blackheart was standing on the stage. She looked at Elizabeth as she was brought onto the stage.
In her southern accent Angela said, “Well, my oh my, girl.” You have been quite the attraction for my customers this week. Thank you, sweetie, for makin’ momma a bucket o’ cash this week.”
Elizabeth felt the humiliation of being just an object Angela was selling to her twisted customers.
“Aren’t you just plum excited, girl? You’re goin’ to be an instance internet dark web BDSM star this evenin’ girl. Momma’s gonna make all the money I paid for your ass back tonight and even more!”
Ashely, the slave supervisor, came over looking at Elizabeth. “Looks like the bitch has recovered pretty well. Those welts and bruises have healed over nicely.” She motioned for one of the slave attendants to come over.
“Get the bitch ready. We have the first few customers’ preferences.”
A slave girl brought the isolation hood over. Elizabeth let out an involuntarily small moan.
The hood was placed on her head first. It had openings for the eyes, ears, and mouth. The hood was lined with sound-dampening foam. The earplug pieces were put in, and then Elizabeth was in total silence. She could hear nothing except the beating of her own heart.
The cock gag was then placed in her mouth. It was a thick, long silicon replica of a real
cock. Elizabeth could feel the realistic veins on her tongue. She now could make no coherent sound. The blindfold was left off for the moment.
Elizabeth was placed in the BDSM device. It was very simple. It was designed to provide maximum access to the slave’s body for punishment and to be fucked in any of her holes. It was on a raised platform that could be rotated to give the audience different views.
The device itself was a frame with vertical pieces of polished wood. There was a horizontal beam that went between the two vertical pillars of wood. Hanging from the beam were chains with padded cuffs. She stood between the two wood pillars. There was a bar about waist height. She was bent over the bar facing forward. A spreader bar was placed between her feet, stretching her legs wide. Padded cuffs around her ankles were shackled to D-rings on the floor. Her arms were pulled back and up and locked into the padded handcuffs hanging.
Her chest was forced forward with her big natural tits hanging down. Her nipple piercings gleaming in the spotlight. Her cunt and asshole were readily available for use or to be punished. Her back was easily accessible to the cane and whip.
Ashly stood in front of Elizabeth with the blindfold, smiling and waving it in front of Elizabeth’s eyes. “I’m not going to blindfold you just yet, bitch. You can watch the equipment being set up for the live streaming.
Elizabeth knew there was nothing she could do. She was not going to give that bitch Ashely the satisfaction of hearing her moan.
Elizabeth watched as the cameras were positioned to get close-up views of her hooded head, tits, cunt, and ass. There were views from behind, from beneath, and from overhead. She saw herself on the large monitors that were placed around the main hall of the Sanctum.
Elizabeth felt that utter dread and shame thinking of someone she knew using her or watching her. She saw the array of instruments that would be used on her. There were various paddles, canes, and several single-tail whips. She saw nipple clamps and cunt clamps with weights. She shuddered, already knowing the feeling of each of those on her body.
Ashley checked that the platform rotated. When Elizabeth came back around facing her, she put the blindfold on Elizabeth. Elizabeth was now in complete darkness, complete silence, and muted.
Elizabeth already felt the pain in her shoulders from her arms being stretched up and back. She felt the cool air on her exposed cunt and asshole.
Time had no meaning to Elizabeth. It could have been hours or it could have been minutes. The event was about to start, but she had no idea of when that would be.
A tall man with well-groomed silver hair dressed in a tuxedo walked onto the stage. This was Iain, the Master of Ceremonies for The Sanctum’s most exclusive events. He carried a silver-tipped cane as a prop.