Vicarious

“I really don’t know about this, David,” she said dubiously. Turning, she looked into the mirror and wound a strand of hair around her index finger.

“Oh, come on, Jess, it’ll be fun!” he told her. “You look so hot dressed like that and I really want to show you off. We’ll go, we’ll walk around and see what there is to see, and that’s it.”

She examined her reflection closely. David had picked out and purchased everything she was wearing–the tight black boots that reached above her knees, the shiny black PVC skirt that laced up both sides, and the  apple red corset into which she was snuggly laced. Even without her hair and makeup done, she had to admit she did look pretty amazing. She didn’t think she’d mention it to David right now, but she also felt…different…dressed like this.

“We’ll just look around?” she asked seriously. “You’re not going to make me do anything, right?”

“No, of course not! We’ll just go and talk to people and take in the atmosphere.”

She sighed. “Well, I guess…hey, what exactly do you think we’re going to see there?” she asked him, a look of concern on her face.

He walked toward her, took her hand, and led her to the big overstuffed chair. Sitting down, he pulled her into his lap.

“What do you THINK we might see?” he asked her.

She thought for a moment, almost embarrassed to put her thoughts into words.

“I don’t know, David. I guess maybe people getting whipped or flogged or spanked. People chained or tied to things, gagged maybe. And, you know, people doing sexual stuff.” She squirmed in his lap.

“Okay, and what if we DO see those things? How are you going to feel about that?”

“I’m not sure, honestly. It’s not the kind of thing you see every day, after all…” she looked away as her voice trailed off.

He put a finger under her chin and turned her face back towards his.

“What are you afraid of, Jess?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing,” she told him, “I’m not afraid of anything. I…I just don’t want to see something that makes me freak out or start giggling like an idiot in the middle of the place.”

That was a lie, but David didn’t seem to pick up on it.

“You’ll be fine, Jess, I promise. You’ll be with me, and if you see something you don’t want to see, we’ll simply move along.”

“Okay,” she said, quietly. “What time are we leaving?”

Hours later, she stood dressed in the exotic outfit once again, this time with her hair and makeup done with great care. David was by her side, dressed in leather pants and a black shirt, and they were standing outside a large metal door with the words “THE FOUNDRY” emblazoned on it. David opened the door and they entered.

They stopped at the window, showed their identification and paid the entry fee and then moved into the dim redness within. Instinctively, Jess reached down for David’s hand. She felt him give it a squeeze, but her blood seemed to be racing like rapids through her body.

It was 11 pm and the party was in full swing. Once in the main room, David steered them to the right. A small group of people was gathered nearby and, as they drew nearer, they could see a man stretched out over a bench of some kind. As Jess looked between some of the people in the group, she could see he was wearing a thong of sorts, leaving his backside bare. A beautiful blonde woman was standing to the side of the bench, a large wooden paddle in her hand. She was smiling and talking to the assembled group while the man just waited. A few minutes later, she leaned toward him, said something that Jess could not hear, and then raised the paddle and brought it down against his ass with tremendous force.

Jess shuddered at the sound of wood against bare skin and heard the man’s quivering voice say, “Thank you, Mistress.” She felt something akin to embarrassment, yet she couldn’t look away. The woman struck the man with the paddle several more times before David indicated that they were going to walk on.

They passed a bar selling soft drinks, juices and water and David stopped to get a bottle of water for each of them. The coolness of the plastic felt good against her overheated skin.

As they continued to walk, they came to an area with large wooden frames shaped like X’s and T’s. There were only one or two people observing, so Jess had a clear view of the woman who was attached to the X-shaped frame. She was bound at her wrists and ankles by large leather cuffs attached to the X. There were small platforms for her feet, but not much else in the way of support. She seemed to be completely naked, though it was hard to be sure since the front of her body was against the framework–leaving her back exposed. The man standing with her was holding a large, heavy-looking flogger. Glancing sideways at David, Jess noticed he looked more interested in this scene than he had in the last one. She turned her attention back to the couple.

The man raised the flogger nonchalantly and let if fall against the woman’s back then repeated this action several times. As he continued, Jess could tell that the fall of the flogger became heavier and more intense. She felt a mist of perspiration form on her forehead, but she kept watching. The man expertly wielded the flogger, spreading the strokes across the woman’s entire upper back. After a few more strokes, he let it move down to her full bottom. At some point, the woman began to moan softly. Jess felt something flutter inside her. She licked her lips.

Putting down the flogger, the man quickly released the woman from the frame, turned her around so she was facing outward, and secured her once again. He stroked her cheek and asked if she was okay. She nodded, and he kissed her cheek.

He reached into his bag and brought out a hard-sided case. Opening it, he took out a dildo and some lube and prepared it, then walked over to the woman and slid it up into her. She moaned more loudly, and Jess had to catch herself before she moaned too. She had never imagined experiencing this kind of vicarious excitement, but she knew she was enjoying it.

She felt herself grow damp as the man rested his thigh against the end of the dildo and gently pumped his leg. Her breathing quickened in time with the woman’s. The man reached into his pocket and brought out something shiny. In an instant, he had a clamp on each of the woman’s nipples and she was whimpering. Unable to stop herself, Jess made a sound. The blood rushed to her cheeks, which surprised her because she would have sworn that all of her blood was busy in the lower areas of her body.

David turned to look at her when she made the sound and he moved behind her, embracing her. He spoke into her ear.

“Do you want to keep watching, Jess?” he asked in a whisper.

“I…” Her voice was shaking. “I…want you to do that to me…just like that.”

David smiled knowingly.

 

 

~ by skyeinmoonlight on January 17, 2012.

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