"So, was that too much for you?" Kate asked when we returned to our hotel room. "You've never been naked in front of such a large audience before."
"it was a powerful experience," I admitted, "It was an emotional rollercoaster. All those people, fully clothed and surrounding me. They seemed so in control and authoritative compared to me. There was something about me being the only one naked while all those suburban housewives and college students touched me, grabbed my cock and slapped my already sore ass, that made me feel powerless. It was an intoxicating thrill."
"You weren't scared?" she asked as she removed my wrist restraints.
"Oh, I was terrified," I admitted, "My head was reeling, my pulse was racing. I kept thinking I was going to crack, but I never did."
"Christoph, I can't have you having a panic attack in public," Kate said, "I can't have people calling an ambulance or getting EMTs involved in our sex games."
"It will never come to that," I assured her, rubbing my tender buttocks, "I was terrified, but the terror was delicious. I loved the disadvantage that situation created. I was fully exposed while dozens of strangers were in a position of power over me. Something about being put in that position puts me in a sort of a trancelike state. My heart pounds madly and my pulse races, but I'm so sexually aroused that a full panic attack is impossible. Terror and dark desire battle for predominance, but neither one ever fully takes over."
"We need to create a safe word in case you're ever overwhelmed," Kate insisted, "I'm not qualified to handle things if you have some sort of nervous breakdown."
"That'll never happen," I insisted, "I'm enjoying myself too much. Being used, objectified and publicly humiliated has made me feel more alive than I've ever felt before. This sort of abuse and humiliation is good for me."
Kate had her doubts, but I kept assuring her that being publicly humiliated and abused by strangers was what I needed, so she agreed that she would continue to be my accomplice and find people to make my exhibitionist, submissive, humiliating sexual fantasies come true.
_ _
A woman named Joan Westbury had paid Kate $2,000.00 to rent me for four or five hours to provide erotic entertainment for her eighteen-year-old daughter. The daughter's name was Taylor and Taylor had very unconventional tastes. She had no interest in normal, vanilla sex, but was instead obsessed with bondage and discipline.
"You're very beautiful," Taylor said when we met finally met. "I've seen naked men on the internet, but you're the first naked man I've seen up close and in person."
She gave me a long, assessing look and added, "You're better looking than any of the naked men on the internet."
Taylor took me downstairs, unlocked a metal door and ordered me enter the dark chamber beyond.
"This used to be a storage room," she explained as she closed the door and grabbed the front of my slave collar. "They used to store barrels of wine or beer or something. But because my mom rented me a slave, we got some people to help us convert it to a dungeon."
The concrete floors, cinderblock walls and gloomy lighting all contributed to give the room a dungeon-like atmosphere. And that was even before I noticed the padded bench with leather straps and buckles designed to hold a victim down and make them helpless. The teenager had demanded total privacy while dominating me, as a result she and I were alone in the dark, shadowy chamber. Kate was unhappy about being unable to watch as I was being punished and sexually abused, but it was either do that or call the whole thing off.
"Why are you so calm?" she asked. "You know I'm going to hurt you, right?"
"I know," I replied, "I've been conditioned to expect pain. It's what slaves do."
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Nineteen."
"You're too young to be so resigned to so much suffering," she replied softly, "Although, your submissive acquiescence makes you sexier somehow. I like it."
She released her hold on my collar and ordered me to place my hands behind the back of my neck. Obediently I place my hands there and spread my legs apart without being told. It had been ingrained upon me to always keep my legs apart.
She placed her hands on my waist and then smoothed her hands down my naked body until she was cupping one of my sore buttocks in each hand. She slowly fondled the curves of my ass from top to bottom and then back up to the top again. She did this several times.
"Your ass is your best feature," she finally proclaimed, "It's no wonder everybody wants to spank you. It's a way to own that perfect ass of yours. I love holding it in my hands, and I'm going to love turning it red."
I gestured slightly towards the bench with the leather straps and buckles and asked her if she were going to use it to make me helpless before she reddened my ass. It was so obviously a bondage device, so I naturally assumed that Taylor wanted to secure me to it.
"I did at first," Taylor replied, "but the workmen installed another bondage device that I thought would be more fun."
She walked over to the far wall and pressed a button. There was the sound of an electric motor humming and a trapeze bar descended from the darkness.
"If I strap your wrists to this thing, I can raise it up and raise you up on your toes. I think your naked body would look a lot sexier if it's stretched taut. Do you mind?"
It was almost laughable that she asked that question. Slaves never complain about the orders that they're given. I padded over to the trapeze bar and raised my hands up to where Taylor could secure them. She buckled my wrists into the leather cuffs that were attached to the trapeze bar and then walked back over to the control panel on the far wall.
The trapeze bar began to rise, and my body was stretched taut as I was raised up as well. Most of my weight was born by my wrists and shoulders as my bare feet left the floor. I looked down at my dangling legs and then up at my bound wrists. I assured myself that I was utterly helpless.
Taylor smiled with impish delight and skipped across the room over to where my helpless nudity was suspended. She placed her hands upon me and once again began to fondle my bare flesh with her hands. She began by fondling my ass, taking one buttock in each hand, squeezing them, pulling them apart and stroking the soft skin with her fingers.
