4 comments/ 3096 views/ 2 favorites At the Dance Ch. 01 By: moresubthanslave The room was full of men and women who danced together, grinding their body in time with the music which blast into the room so loudly that conversations were nearly impossible. Mar felt her stomach tighten in anticipation, she was terrified, but she was also amazingly wet. Kris, her Master, had driven them out here to make one of her fantasies come true. Now that she was here, she wasn't sure she really wanted to go through with it. Thinking about it, talking about it, rubbing her pussy while she imagined it; these were all in one realm, but going through with it? Her Master had found a party that was open enough that her fantasy would be allowed, and far enough away that they wouldn't run into anyone they knew from home. Still Mar was feeling a little reluctant now that they were actually here, but she couldn't deny the fact that her pussy was wet, her nipples were hard, and her breathing heavy. Master and slut walked out onto the dance floor together. Kris was wearing all black which showed off his olive skin tone, green eyes, and black hair. He looked sexy and dangerous, like a man on a mission. Mar wore all white, her dress came up just long enough to cover her ass and clung tightly to her curves. If she bent over even a little bit it would ride to show off her ass cheeks, you could see she wore no underwear by the shadows beneath her skirt. The top of her dress clung tightly against her hips, and then loosened on the shoulders. It hung gently showing most of her cleavage off, despite the looser fit it was easy to see Mar's nipples were hard beneath the fabric, she wore no bra to protect them. As the evening went on Mar's nerves calmed down, Kris and she danced for hours and several gentlemen bought her drinks. After about three hours Master reached down and plucked a drink from her hand. "Nope, that's enough now." He spoke directly in her ear so she could hear him over the music, "I don't want you drunk for this. I want you here, all of you." He ran his hands down her body, lingering over her curves and admiring the way the dress clung. Kris turned her to face the crowd. "Pick someone, ask them to dance with you. When they take you out onto the floor, grind against him. Let him touch you wherever and however he wishes until the song ends. Then come back to me." With a slight push, Kris sent her out onto the floor. Mar gasped and turned to find him quickly, but he had already melted into the crowd. All around her people danced, some looked at her and she blushed, imagining that they knew what she was doing, imagining they knew how wet she was. She wandered in the crowd, her eyes moving over the men as she wondered who to ask. She didn't see Kris shadowing her, watching her. Finally she spotted a guy by himself, he was swaying with the music but didn't appear to be dancing with anyone. He was very tall and had thick, muscular arms. She walked up to him and tried to ask him if he wanted to dance. She was too nervous and the words never made it out, but she moved her lips and the man, practiced in reading lips over the sounds of music, nodded his head. Together they moved out to the dance floor and began dancing. Mar's pussy throbbed and her nipples got even harder, she knew that her Master was watching her dance with another man and waiting to make sure she followed directions. She moved her body to the music, feeling it in every part of her, swaying. She crept closer and closer to the man, trying to work up the nerve, did she really want to do this? Her pussy screamed at her, yes, yes she needed to do this. She turned her back on the man and leaned back, pressing her ass against his pelvis. She could feel his cock grow against her ass, he was turned on by her she realized, and this made her more brave. As the song continued she rocked and swayed against his body, enjoying the way his cock pressed at her ass. She wanted to turn around and suck him, she wanted him to touch her. The man seemed content to let her do all the work however and did not lift a hand to touch her. She pressed back against him again, rubbing her ass hard against him, practically reverse humping him when she realized the song had ended. Blushing, embarrassed, Mar shouted something unintelligible and fled, leaving the man there with a confused look and a painful hard on. Master Kris appeared directly in front of her and took her arm, leading her away. He had a bottle of water which he handed to her and she drank thankfully. As a new song started she reached down and rubbed her hand against his pants, finding he was hard and ready for her. She stepped forward, grinning but he stopped her, putting his hands up he kept her from moving closer. "Not yet slut. You have work to do. Find another man, dance, this time make him touch you. If he doesn't touch you I'll punish you." Mar nodded, drank a little more water, then turned to find another dance partner. It didn't take long to find someone to dance with and this time she didn't hesitate. Within minutes she was dancing with a man, his name unimportant. She ground against him enjoying the feel of his hard cock, but again the man seemed to be letting her do what she wanted. Mar took his hands in her own and pressed them against her breasts. Her nipples were so hard that the man had to feel them against his palms. She let out a deep throated moan as his hands closed on her tits. Her nipples were very sensitive and she could barely stand the pleasure as this stranger touched her. He reached into the front of her dress and pulled at her nipples, his fingers rolling them and playing with them until she was bouncing her ass off his cock. She could barely stand it, all her nerves were gone, she was lost in the pure pleasure of having a stranger touch her. Suddenly the man pinched her nipples hard, she cried out, arching against him. She felt her pussy spasm and struggled to control herself. Her Master would punish her horribly if she came without permission. The man pinched again, pulling her nipples away from her body and twisting them lightly. The pain and pleasure filled her and she had to fight to keep from pulling away. Master had been clear, the man could touch her however he wished. The song continued and the man manipulated her titties, squeezing, pulling, kneading, and playing until she could barely stand. The music hid the cries, moans, and groans as she reveled in the pleasure. In her hand she chanted, "I don't know this man, this man is touching me. I'm letting a stranger touch me." And that made her hotter, wetter. Suddenly the song ended and she pulled away from the man. "What the hell!" the man groaned as she walked away, "fucking cock tease!" he yelled after her. Mar stepped forward, directly into the arms of Kris, he had been waiting for her, watching her. He smiled and gave her the water bottle back. "How do you feel?" Kris asked her. "Fuck, I need to cum, please Master!" Mar begged, pressing herself against him. "I don't know, hey Mar, I dropped my keys. Grab them for me." Kris smiled at her, lifting his keys in front of her face, then deliberately dropping them. Mar watched them hit the ground and gasped, realizing that if she bent down to pick them up she'd be putting her ass on display. She knew she could bend her knees and pick them up, but that was obviously not what her Master wanted. He wanted everyone to be able to look and see her pussy and ass on display. She stared at the keys, feeling aroused and embarrassed by that arousal. Did he really want her to show off her ass? Finally, slowly, she bent to pick them up. She bent down with straight legs, feeling the skirt rise to show off her ass, her pussy lips wet and swollen between her thighs. She was showing anyone who wanted to look what a naughty little slut she was, the very idea made her even wetter. She could feel the moisture on her thighs as it ran past her pussy lips. She grabbed the keys and moved to stand up, but froze, her breath stuck in her throat as Master slid a finger along her wet slit. "Did you say you needed to cum slut?" Kris asked, Mar stood frozen, her head down by the floor and her ass high. She wondered if anyone noticed her wet pussy peeking out or if they were all doing their own thing. Kris ran his finger along her slit again and she moaned, loudly. He pressed one finger into her tight pussy and began to finger her, right there on the dance floor. For a moment Mar was frozen, she could barely feel his finger over the beating of her heart. Then she began to melt into him, her hips bucking slowly in an attempt to get him to finger her deeper, but instead he pulled away. Her groan of disappointment turned into a yelp as he slapped her ass hard. "Stand up slut." Kris chuckled and Mar obeyed, around them several dancers were watching her, smiling. Mar blushed hotter, unable to believe she had almost cum in front of so many strangers. And so the night went on, Mar would dance with a man and let him molest her on the floor. She would get more and more excited, running back to Kris, only to be sent out again. She could barely stand still, her pussy had her humping at thin air in desperation to cum. As she danced with another man suddenly he took it another step. He reached down and slid his hand up her dress. "Fuck!" he growled in her ear, "You are fucking soaked." Mar blushed hard but did not resist his probing fingers. It felt so good as he shoved two fingers into her pussy hard. Mar wondered his name and almost came as she considered the fact that she had no idea who this man was. "Fuck you've got a tight pussy," The man pressed in harder, he began to finger fuck her right on the dance floor, pressing her tightly against his pelvis so she had nowhere to go. He pressed his leg between her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs, and she cried out. She wasn't allowed to cum, but the way this strange man was so forcibly handling her was turning her on. "What kind of slut are you anyway?" The man asked, laughing in her ear, "I've seen you dancing with everyone. You let them touch you, you are clearly horny as hell, but you keep moving on. What's the matter bitch?" He asked, "none of them big enough for you? Or is one cock just not enough for your pretty little holes?" Suddenly he took one finger, slick with her pussy juice, and pressed it against her asshole. Mar gasped and tried to move forward, but the stranger held her tightly. He pressed on her little asshole and slid his finger along her wet slit. Soon his finger was so wet there was no preventing it, his finger slid into her asshole right up to the first knuckle. Mar tensed up and cried out, she tried not to fight him, she tried not to cum, but it was impossible. With a scream she suddenly shattered, cumming so hard she literally creamed on her own thighs. If the stranger behind her didn't have such a hold on her she would have fallen as the trembling turned her legs into jelly. "Ahh, I see you did not follow directions slut." Mar's eyes snapped open, Master Kris stood in front of her with a grin. The man behind her chuckled. "Slut came so hard I think she ruined my pants." He told Kris. "Sorry to hear that she ruined your pants Steven. Slut, say hello to Steven, he's a friend of mine. I'm afraid he knew about your duties from the start. He bet me he could make you disobey." Mar looked from one man to the other, horrified when she realized that not only did she break the rules, but she had disappointed her Master. "I'm sorry Master," she cried out, trying to pull away from the stranger named Steven, but he help her in a firm grip. "I'm sorry!" "I know you are." Kris answered, "but now you have to be punished. Since you embarrassed me by not listening and since you did it in public, it's only fair that I punish you in public." Mar's heart dropped to her stomach, but her traitorous pussy clenched tightly at the idea. At the Dance Ch. 02 Mar felt like she couldn't breathe, her heart pounded so hard that it hurt. Her eyes, wide and panicked, met her Masters, cool and calm. Kris looked at her and understood. He stepped forward, motioning to Steven who let her go right away. Mar fell forward to his embrace, a small sob escaping. Kris held her close, pressing his forehead against hers so they could lock eyes. With each passing moment Mar felt more centered, more relaxed. Her breathing calmed and her heartbeat returned to normal. Finally she took a deep breath and closed her eyes in relief. "What's the matter Mar?" Kris asked once she had composed herself. "are you afraid?" "Yes Master, but it's more than that. I didn't want to disappoint you." She moaned, pressing against him fully. "I know, don't worry, you haven't." He grinned at her, "Hell, I had to let Steven trick you just so I'd have the excuse to punish you." Mar giggled softly, relief making her giddy. "Are you afraid of being punished?" Kris asked her, brushing her hair back so he could look her more fully in the eyes. "No Master, I love when you punish me." She meant it to, Mar was just shy of being a total pain slut. "Are you afraid of being punished here? Do you need to use your safe word?" He persisted, questioning her. Mar thought about it for a moment, not wanting to answer until she was sure. Did she want to use her safe word? She knew her Master would never hold it against her; he was not the sort to threaten to take her collar if she didn't live up to his requests. More than that, this was her fantasy; he had brought her here only after she had confessed her dirty fantasies to him. Real life was different from the fantasy world, and she was scared, but afraid enough to give up this chance? "I ... I am afraid Master. I am really scared, but I don't want to use my safe word. I trust you, I know you'll only take me as far as I can go." Mar closed her eyes and pressed her head into his neck, but Kris pulled her back. "Tell me how it feels girl; share your fear with me." Mar looked into his eyes and saw the lust; her fear was turning him on. She took a deep breath, stopping to listen to her own emotions and trying to think of how to express it. "It feels like a tightness in my stomach and in my chest." She began, "I feel restricted, like I can't move. I'm afraid to move, afraid to breathe too hard. The tightness feels strange, it hurts, but it feels good too. The ball in my belly is connected by a string to a ball in my pussy; and with every breath the feeling gets stronger. I can feel it everywhere, I can feel it deep inside me." Kris reached down and slid his hand up her skirt, her pussy was still wet and she reacted immediately, stepping forward and mewling in her throat. He stroked her and then brought his wet fingers to her lips. Mar opened her mouth and sucked his fingers clean, tasting herself on him. "Alright slut," he pushed her back a step and she fell into Steven who had been standing quietly. "I'm going to bring you to a new high, but if you need to use your safe word I want you to yell it loudly, right away. Do you understand?" Mar nodded her head, licking her lips in anticipation. "Steven, go." Kris told his friend, Steven dropped Mar's arms and turned into the crowd. She watched him go and then yelped in surprise when Kris grabbed her by the hair, dragging her back toward him. He led her forward to the bar where the barkeeper watched them coming, a bemused look on his face. Kris pulled her until she was standing right at the bar, he grabbed her hands and put them flat on the surface. "Don't move slut." He told her, Mar dropped her eyes, her face turning even redder as the barkeeper smiled openly at her. Kris used his foot to kick back at Mar's feet, making her step back, farther and farther. After a while she was stretched out, bending over slightly. Her dress had ridden up and she could feel the air on the bottom of her ass, she wasn't sure how much she was showing off, but she couldn't move her hands to check. Suddenly she felt Kris running his hands along her legs, he pushed at her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs and removing any sense of modesty she clung to. She could feel the air on her ass and on her pussy, she could even feel the wetness on her thighs. Her breathing hitched in her throat as she wondered how many people were watching her, how many could see how aroused her was. Master reached between her thighs and played with her pussy, making her groan. As she struggled to remain standing, she felt him pull away and heard several voices express appreciation of her spread out pussy, of her swollen clit, her exposed ass, and of her wetness. Mar felt the embarrassment making her whole body flush, but more than that. She had never been so aroused in her life. "Got em!" She heart Steven's voice as he apparently rejoined them. Mar had to fight the urge to turn around and see what it was Steven had gotten. She was determined to show her Master that she was a good girl, his good little slut. Every breath she took seemed to fill her with fear and anticipation. This was part of her fantasy, the fantasy that she had shared with him almost a year ago; being exposed in front of so many people. Her fantasy had gone into much more than just exposure and she wasn't sure how far Master was going to take her. He knew that she couldn't handle everything they had spoken about, he was aware that some of it was merely fantasy. He had promised to give her just enough of the fantasy to satisfy them both, but refused to clarify exactly what she should expect. Now, here she was, in a dance club that catered to members with a sexual itch. Bent over in front of God knew how many people, her ass exposed and her pussy leaking, and she felt amazing. "Now then," her thoughts were interrupted by her Master's hand stroking her ass and along her back. Each of his motions pulling her skirt higher and higher until he left it bundled around her waist. There was nothing to hide behind. Mar looked up and accidently caught eyes with the barkeeper who was watching her intently. She quickly dropped her eyes to the floor, unknowingly spreading her thighs even wider for the crowd. "My little slut here teased all of you." Mar froze, was Master speaking to the crowd, or to the men she had teased specifically? She suddenly was positive that he was speaking to eight men. She was sure that those eight men had danced with her, touched her, almost gotten her off, then been pissed off as she ran off, leaving them with unattended hard ons. "She really needs to be punished for her behavior and I figure that there's no one better to punish her than you." To her horror, she heard several men agree. Even as she chanted no in her head, Mar spread her thighs wider, shifting on her heeled feel, wiggling her ass for the men. She was terrified, but more than that, she wanted this, needed it. "Since this bitch needs to be punished I have decided to give each of you ten smacks. Her ass is open season." He gave her ass a smack to show his meaning and she yelped. "Slut," he barked. "Yes Master!" She jumped. "You are to count each smack, and after every ten you are to thank the man who is taking the time to punish you. Do you understand?" Kris slid a finger into her pussy, checking to make sure she was still aroused, still interested in the game. Eighty smacks would push her, but he felt confident that she could handle them. "Yes Master, thank you Master for punishing this slut." Mar answered. Without warning, she felt a hand come down on her ass. Any thoughts she had entertained about the men taking it easy on her vanished. Whoever had slapped her had done so with force. The pain spread across her ass cheeks, which quickly began to redden. "One Sir!" The next three came quickly and the man did not give her time to count, she screamed and then called them out. "Two Sir, Three Sir, Four Sir!" On and on he continued until he finally reached number ten. She called it out breathlessly. "Ten Sir, thank you for punishing this slut Sir!" The next man took a moment to admire the redness of her ass before her began. He carefully chose spots that were not yet reddened. There was not much time between blows and she counted them out, her voice growing slightly hoarse. "Twenty Sir! Thank you Sir for punishing this slut!" The pain was nothing new to Mar, she loved the way her ass ached and burned from a spanking. The fact that there were other men spanking her, that her Master was watching them, that the whole bar was watching her punishment; it was these facts that made it hard to stand and brought tears to her eyes. Yet, it was these facts that made brought her dangerously close to cumming again, this time in front over everyone! The next man seemed to enjoy the feel of her ass, he ran his hand over it gently. Every once in a while, with no warning and no way for Mar to know it was coming, he would bring his other hand down onto an exposed portion of her ass. She would tense and cry out, but never in time to stop the sting and the ache. Then his hand would travel over the area, touching the marks, absorbing the heat of her ass. "Thirty Sir! Thank you Sir! Thank you for punishing this slut." She couldn't say any of the numbers now, each one was screamed in pain and in pleasure. Each man came up and took his turn, smack after smack rained down on her ass and thighs. The men did not seem to be worried about hurting her, they released their anger at her cock teasing on her ass. By the time the last man was taking his turn Mar's face was red and wet with tears. Her thighs trembled with the effort to remain on her feet, and her ass was beyond red. It had begun to turn an angry purple color that would surely bruise. Some of the people watching were worried, how could the poor girl take such an ass whipping, surely the pain was beyond any sort of pleasure? What they did not realize, however, was that Mar was very firmly in her subspace. The spankings had long ago begun to blend, separated only by the need to call out her thanks to the punisher when reaching the tenth for each set. The pain in her ass was spread out through her body and she felt warm everywhere. Each swat was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm and it took every ounce of her concentration to not disappoint her Master again. "Eighty! Thank you Sir for punishing this Slut!" With the last count her Master came over and helped her stand, she leaned on him gratefully. He carefully slid her dress down her thighs and took her hand to lead her away. When Mar looked up the crowd was staring at her, some were congratulating her on taking her punishment so well. She stared at them in a daze as she followed her Master to the car. He didn't hesitate nor did he speak to anyone, even though several men and women tried to stop them and talk. Kris just continued walking, holding Mar tightly and leading her out of the club and into the cool air to the lot he had parked in. Mar realized there were footsteps following them, Steven was following them, Kris led, Mar followed, and Steven watched their back. As they reached the car, Master opened the passenger side door and motioned for her to get in. She noticed that he had put a seat cover down, it was covered in beads, and she groaned, realizing how badly that would rub against her already sore ass. "I don't need to tell you to pull your skirt up do I? I figure you already know that." Kris smiled at her obvious expression of trepidation. "Maybe she needs a break?" Steven asked, his voice sounding slightly worried. "What do you think slut, do you need a break?" Master asked, eyes searching her face for any signs that she really had been pushed too far. "Please Master, " she moaned, "Please I need it!" as Mar answered Kris's face took on an expression of worry, had he really pushed her too hard? "Please! I need to cum so fucking badly!" she finished and he laughed. Steven gaped at her in disbelief.