Storm 3

"Belinda performs for the crowd onstage.."

The two burly security guards nodded to the tall man in the hat and coat as he approached the entrance to “The Tea Parlour” with his arm around the narrow waist of a beautiful blonde who was blindfolded and secured at her wrists. They gawped at the glimpses of her wonderful breasts, belly and thighs she unwillingly flashed from the open lapels of her coat as she was led along. The guards did not look surprised at the sight. This was just another Saturday night at “The Tea Parlour”, a fetish club that James had made infamous for its kinkiness and hardcore BDSM. The visitors to the club knew what to expect when James was putting on a show. Belinda on the other hand could only guess what was in store for her. 

The security guards doffed their caps and barked “Evening Sir, evening Madam,” as they held the doors open and the tall man bundled Belinda inside.

The club was now busy and noisy, filled with guests who were drinking and chatting, excited, anticipating the forthcoming show.

Belinda blinked as the man pulled the blindfold from her and her eyes became accustomed to the dim light of the room. As they pushed through the crowd, the man leaned forward and whispered into Belinda’s ear. “Don’t let your master down now. Remember you’re the entertainment for the night. These people have paid to see something special, and tonight, that’s you!” His lips curled into a smile.

“I’ll pass you over to Wolf. Do everything he asks, understand?”

Belinda nodded. Her hands were suddenly free, and the man was tucking the handcuffs into his pocket. Ahead of them through the crowd, Belinda could see a small raised platform in the centre of the room lit by a number of spotlights. They had to push through the crowd as people were thronging this area closely, and as they reached the front of the crowd the sound level in the room fell as people began to point and whisper excitedly. The man pushed Belinda up the three steps onto the small stage. “Allow me,” he grinned as he reached his fingers into the collar of her coat and drew it back off her to reveal her nakedness. There was a chatter of appreciation from the crowd.

Belinda covered her breasts with her hands and looked about her nervously. A man stepped towards her on the stage; a brute of a man in black leather trousers and black cotton vest top. His heavy muscles were straining and covered in a sheen of perspiration beneath the spotlights.

His eyes were wonderful, Belinda thought; a deep hazel brown, and he stared deeply into her eyes as if reading all her wants and desires in a way which made her shudder, naked and vulnerable, excited and aroused.

The man had a bald head and a thick muscular neck. He was not the type of man Belinda would have chosen as a lover as he was too foreboding, but his command and power were enticing, and Belinda had no choice in this; that was the very point.

The tall man pushed Belinda forward, lewdly shoving her from the buttocks so she tottered forward on her high heels, and he nodded to the muscular man. “Master Wolf,” he said formally, “This is Belinda, a gift for you from Don Juan.”

The muscular man nodded and slid a hand into Belinda’s long blonde hair. He grasped her and drew her towards him, so close she could feel his warm sweet breath on her skin, and he spoke directly to her for the first time. “Well, well,” he muttered, twisting his fingers in her hair so that she winced and turned her head to one side. “This is a fine piece of pussy for me to use my talents on! Salute, Don Juan!”

The tall man withdrew into the crowd and Master Wolf led Belinda to the centre of the stage as the crowd huddled around them, jostling for the best view.

Belinda looked nervously at the items spread before her.

There was a black metal frame with a small raised padded cushion in the centre and many black leather straps with buckles hanging from it. On the floor beside the frame there were a number of floggers, crops and dildo’s of various shapes and sizes. There were what appeared to be a number of Chinese chop sticks and elastic bands, and a wand connected to an electric cable with a powered, vibrating ball at the end.

Belinda’s heart raced. It was the type of vibrator her master often used on her when she was tied to his bed, and it invariably brought her to an earth shattering, screaming climax; the type of loss of control which she feared when all these people were watching her, feeding off her arousal.

Master Wolf stood Belinda before the metal frame in the centre of the stage and then drew her back over it so that her body arched as the raised centre cushion propped up the small of her back. She stumbled back and supported herself on her hands and feet with her legs spread wide and her heavy round breasts thrust up in the air. Master Wolf smiled.

He worked quickly and silently, securing Belinda, pulling her legs up to the frame and fixing them tightly there with the leather straps and buckles and then doing the same with her arms. When Belinda tried to move she realised that she was entirely immobile, and when she leaned her head back, Master Wolf secured her to the frame with a strap across her throat also. Belinda had never felt so powerless, or so entirely aroused by her predicament; she could only stare up at her tormentor through wide blue eyes and wait as he played with her body, using her like the toy she had become; his plaything to use as he desired.

Finally Master Wolf took the chop sticks from the floor. He grasped Belinda’s hard erect nipples one at a time, and pulled and twisted them in his heavy fingers until they were long hard buds. He took two of the chop sticks and trapped a nipple between the sticks and secured them with the elastic bands, and then did the same to the other nipple.

The sticks made severe nipple clamps and Belinda’s moaning and thrashing of her head from side to side excited the crowd. The blonde clenched and unclenched her thighs and balled her hands into tight fists.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…yes!” she screamed as Master Wolf took a flogger in each hand and proceeded to rain down lashes from the many leather tails across Belinda’s exposed body, lashing her belly and the mound of her pussy, lashing her upturned breasts, tender and sensitive in the makeshift nipple clamps.

The crowd were excited and began to chant, “Make her cum! Make her cum!”

Belinda was breathing hard and fast, her body tight, each sinew straining, each nerve jangling. People in the crowd reached out and tried to touch her. They stamped and cheered as Master Wolf threw the floggers to the ground and leaned over Belinda’s nakedness. He reached down to unzip his fly, and released his huge straining cock from the confines of his leather trousers.

It was a monster of a cock and Master Wolf’s hand hardly encircled it as he took it in one huge fist and guided it down to Belinda’s mouth. The crowd cheered and clapped, and Belinda licked her lips and gulped hard, knowing what would happen next. She opened her mouth as wide as she could.

Belinda had been well trained to deep throat a stiff cock and Master Wolf showed no restraint in sinking his shaft into Belinda’s hot mouth and pushing it deep into her gullet with a thrust of his powerful hips.

He would fuck her throat for some time and then pull back with a roar, pulling his shaft from her depths, leaving Belinda gasping for breath and spitting wads of thick saliva from the back of her throat onto her face and hair. When she had recovered, he would sink his cock inside her throat once again.

He reached down as he sensed Belinda’s climax was near and he took the vibrating WAND FROM THE FLOOR. As he pushed his cock back into Belinda’s throat, he pushed the round head of the vibrator between Belinda’s spread legs and pushed it between the lips of her gushing pussy to the hard pulsing bud of her clitoris.

Her body convulsed and she strained against her bonds.

“Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!” yelled the crowd.

Belinda closed her eyes and began to cum like she had never cum before, over and over, lost in her own pleasure and lust; lost in her own storm.