Chapter 5

Cheryl knelt silently on the floor, almost luxuriating in the feel of the soft, plush carpet beneath her scrapped hands and knees. The crackle of the fireplace behind her lent a sense of calm; the heat radiating from the fire warmed her wet, shivering body. She began to take note of her surroundings; the unique smell of leather furniture, the muffled sounds, the rich carpet, all combined to give her a sense of calm. Still hooded, she could rely only on her senses of touch, hearing and smell. Had she been able to see, she would not have been nearly so calm.

The room she was occupying was large, encompassing an area of several hundred square feet. The carpet she felt beneath her was a raised pedestal of sorts, a structure not unlike a stage, raised four feet above the main floor and brightly illuminated from all sides. Along the hardwood walls were hung a variety of implements of pleasure and cruelty; chains and whips, clamps and plugs, and other items that Cheryl would not be able to identify even if she did have the ability to see... but items which she was to soon become intimately familiar with. Overhead, video cameras whirred silently, recording from several angles everything on the stage. Most frightening to her, though, would have been knowledge of the figures seated at the tables scattered throughout the room... Her watchers had all been warned to remain completely silent in order to hide their presence from the slave until the proper moment. It was a room designed specifically for her degradation, and the designer had been waiting patiently for the opportunity to use it.

"Cheryl, I want you to sit with your knees spread as far as you can, and masturbate for me," the voice spoke again. "Don't touch your clit; I want you to work your fingers in and out of your cunt, but nothing more."

Cheryl's hesitation was rewarded with an immediate correction in the form of the riding crop across her already welt-covered abdomen. Being inspired in this manner, she quickly scrambled to a sitting position. Her Master, realizing that both audience and camera would have a better view, had her move her legs rearward, until she was sitting painfully on the spreader bar. He smiled at the view of her gaping and swollen sex, visibly dripping with the juices of her sexual desire as she began to slowly pleasure herself.

The audience watched silently, still unknown to Cheryl, while her Master occasionally gave her specific commands... to pinch and twist her nipples, to change hands, to lick her fingers, to play with her asshole... each command punctuated with a lash of the crop against the insides of her splayed thighs. Cheryl's need grew with each passing moment, with each new command, until she was finally told to stop.

Holding her hands clasped behind her neck as ordered, Cheryl began to sense that there were others in the room. She wisely held position, however, while her Master stroked her cheek, calming her once again.

"I'm going to make you cum now, Cheryl," he told her. "You will verbally announce your orgasm loudly, in whatever manner you choose. Once your orgasm begins, your hood will be removed. You will then open your eyes and continue to cum until I take my hand off your cunt. If you close your eyes, I will beat you, and you will not be permitted to cum again."

Without waiting for a response, he shot his hand between her legs and firmly pushed the vibrator he was holding against her spread lips, smashing her swollen clit and abusing it even more... Cheryl's much needed orgasm began immediately.

"Oh, God!" she screamed, as her body thrashed in the throes of the most intense orgasm of her life. At her first spasm, the hood was removed, and Cheryl found herself surrounded by an audience of neighbors, acquaintances, clients and business associates. Through her orgasmic cloud, she recognized the entire staff from her office. Humiliation burned through her, only causing the intensity of her climax to increase.

Through the orgasm-induced haze, she realized that the person who "bought" her at the auction was obviously someone with detailed knowledge of her life. That realization became altogether too real as she looked up in shock at she writhed in the throes of the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced!