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Dinner and a Show

by The Technician



Exhibitionist, Public Humiliation, Public Orgasm, Public
Spanking, Public Bondage, Anal



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*A shy exhibitionist is taken to dinner and a show by her
husband.*



*Jerry has decided to give his wife, Janet, the special gift she
had requested for their fifth anniversary. First a marvelous
dinner at their favorite restaurant, and then a very special show
that she will remember for a long, long, time.*



*This story is primarily about exhibitionism, but there is an
overtone of bondage and some more than consensual spanking
action.*

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*WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age
of 18 ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual
content.  All people and events depicted are fictional and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should
not be attempted in real life.*



*If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the
difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any
state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the
reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading
immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first
century.*



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Janet McCarthy is a  -œshy exhibitionist - and a  -œcloset
bondage freak - -" at least that is how she describes herself on
several bondage sites under her user name of
*Off_Broadway_Barbie.* Many of the people who look up her profile
laugh, but the descriptions are really very accurate. She truly
is a *shy *exhibitionist. None of her on-line photos ever show
her face no matter what else they show, and none are taken
anywhere that could be identified with her.



Being shy does not mean she is not an exhibitionist. Janet is
truly an exhibitionist -" she is just very shy about it. For
example, on their many camping weekends, it is not unusual for
her husband Jerry to spend the day fishing while she goes out
deep into the woods to  -œflash the critters - as she calls it.
She will walk to a very secluded area and then spend the day
walking naked through the woods carrying her clothing -" or
sometimes hiding it behind a tree, walking away and, after going
some distance, having to make her way back before being
discovered.



Janet -(TM)s favorite outdoor treat is to find an overlook that
is visible from a far distant highway and stand there totally
unclothed -" and totally dripping -" as she imagines all the
truckers and tourists looking at her naked body. Actually, from
the distances involved, only someone with better than an eagle
-(TM)s eyes or a good set of binoculars would be able to see more
than just a slight pink blur among the trees. But since she is
doing it for herself and her enjoyment, not for them, it doesn
-(TM)t matter. Whether they can actually see her or not, she
still receives the thrill of exhibiting her body to strangers.



Janet is also truly a closet bondage freak. She loves being
restrained and forced to do things that her strict Baptist
upbringing wouldn -(TM)t allow her to do -" like enjoy sex and
even have an orgasm.



Her husband Gerald got a peek into her closet their senior year
of college. After many false starts where she put him off or made
excuses, they were well on their way to their first-time sex.
They were at his apartment with his roommates all gone for the
weekend. He had her down to her bra and panties and was just
starting to unhook her bra when Janet suddenly pulled away from
him and said,  -œNo, I can -(TM)t do this. I can -(TM)t do this.
-  She stood up, faced him and said in a trembling voice,  -œI
want to. I really do... but I can -(TM)t. -



Jerry -(TM)s immediate reaction was anger.  -œYou -(TM)re a damn
tease! I never want to see you again! -



 -œNo, - she sobbed as she burst into tears.  -œI want to... I
really do... I... I... I... just *can -(TM)t*. - She sniffed and
said softly,  -œ... unless you make me. -



 -œWhat!? - he replied.  -œAre you telling me that you want me
to rape you? -



 -œNo, - she said nervously.  -œJust tie me up or something so I
can -(TM)t resist you. - She then gave him a look that was
somewhere between a nervous smile and absolute desperation.



 -œYou -(TM)re serious? - he said.  -œYou really want me to tie
you up and fuck you, don -(TM)t you? -



Janet hung her head in shame as she nodded yes. Jerry still wasn
-(TM)t sure, but when he saw a widening wet spot on her panties
that threatened to start dripping on the floor, he said,  -œJust
a minute. -



He came back a moment later carrying a small duffle bag.  -œThis
is my goodie bag, - he said.  -œI thought I was going to have to
throw it all away and give up on one of my favorite pastimes
because I had fallen in love with a preacher -(TM)s daughter. -
He lifted a length of soft rope out of the bag, smiled, and said,
 -œBut sometimes life gives you the lemonade already mixed and
sugared. -



Jerry looped the rope around Janet -(TM)s neck and led her to his
bedroom. Once there, he secured her spread-eagle on the bed and
cut away her panties. Her bra unclasped from the front, so it
remained tangled over her arms as he slowly nibbled and teased
his way around her body. When she was moaning loudly and
thrusting herself upward almost off the bed, he finally entered
her. He wished for a moment that he had also gagged her because
her screams of passion were loud enough to disturb even his
hard-of-hearing, elderly neighbors.



Jerry did gag her before driving her to her second, violent and
noisy orgasm. When she had finally calmed down from that, he
removed the gag and she said softly,  -œYou can untie me now, but
lie here with me and hold me... please? -



Janet ended up spending the night. In the morning they talked and
she explained that she couldn -(TM)t even masturbate unless she
tied herself up first.  -œI -(TM)ve got a remote control
vibrator, - she explained,  -œ... that has a timer. I set it to
start after half an hour, insert it and then tie myself up. That
way, I don -(TM)t really have any control over what it does to
me. -



Her voice got a little shaky and her face turned slightly red
when she said,  -œAnd before I can do something especially
naughty, like put the vibrator in back rather than in front, I
have to punish myself first with a little self-spanking. -



She then went on to say that she also punished herself for
forgetting to wear underwear when she had classes on the fifth
floor and knew that people would be able to see up her skirt on
the steps. Or when she would accidently forget that the drapes
were open in her dorm room and drop the towel as soon as she came
back from the shower.



Janet and Jerry married two months later immediately following
graduation. Because of the hurry, Janet -(TM)s mother and father
assumed she was pregnant. They were pleasantly surprised when
nine months later there was still no baby.



Once married, Janet no longer had to be tied up in order to have
sex, but she found that she was able to let herself go and reach
much higher levels of pleasure if Jerry restrained her. She also
found that a little spanking foreplay released her even further.
Sometimes, as she was walking naked through the woods, she would
think of the fact that she would have to tell Jerry to spank her
for being so bad. Suddenly she would be gushing between the legs.



* -~How do you punish someone for enjoying being spanked? -(TM)*
she asked herself one day as she was standing on the large rock
wall of a vista that overlooked a deep valley. She could barely
see several hikers on the trail far below. The area was known as
a bird watcher -(TM)s paradise and a flash of sunlight told her
that one of them had trained a set of binoculars on her and could
probably see her almost clearly. That thought caused juices to
run down the inside of her legs, but when the hikers turned to
come up to the high trail, her shyness rose to the surface and
she hurried back into her clothing and scurried down the opposite
path.



It was now Jerry and Janet -(TM)s fifth anniversary. To most of
the community, they were a typical, young, married couple. They
both had promising careers and were both active in several
community organizations, including the local community theater
where Jerry was on the board of directors.



Jerry had a beautiful voice and a marvelous stage presence, and
was often one of the stars in the various performances. He had
even directed a couple of performances. Janet, always the shy
one, limited herself to bit parts or a place in the chorus.



No one suspected any kinkiness at all in their relationship. No
one, that is, except John, one of the techies at the theater.
John knew Janet -" and Jerry -" from college and knew of her
self-bondage masturbation sessions. Janet didn -(TM)t tell him.
She didn -(TM)t intend to ever tell anyone. But then, she didn
-(TM)t intend to roll off the bed during a self-induced orgasm
and wedge herself so tightly that she could not free herself.



She had a private room in the dorm and possibly could have stayed
stuck between her bed and the wall for a long time except that it
was fire prevention week and all of the smoke detectors on campus
were being tested. John was an engineering student with a
work-study job in campus maintenance. Janet was afraid to answer
when John knocked on the door and he assumed the room was empty,
so he let himself in with his master key.



He didn -(TM)t see her until he was up on his ladder opening the
housing of the detector to verify its date of manufacture.  He
dropped both the cover and his flashlight when he looked down and
saw a naked coed trussed up and stuffed between the bed and the
wall.



John immediately pulled her free and untied her. He was going to
call campus police, but she assured him that she had, in fact,
done this to herself, so he let her flee to her bathroom while he
finished testing the smoke alarm above her bed.



She came out of the bathroom moments later wearing a robe,
crying, and begging him not to tell anyone. He promised to keep
her secret, and to this day he had. But Janet still often blushed
when she looked up at the control booth during rehearsals and saw
John sitting at the board. And even though it was impossible to
see him -" or anything else -" during a performance because of
the lights shining in her eyes, she still blushed slightly
knowing that he was up there watching her on stage.



As June approached, Jerry asked her what she wanted for her fifth
anniversary. She thought about it all day. At supper that night
she said,  -œWe haven -(TM)t been on a really special date since
college. How  -~bout dinner and a show? - Then she added,  -œBut
the dinner has to be very special and the show has to be
something I will never forget. -



Jerry answered only,  -œI -(TM)ll see what I can do. -

Two days before their anniversary, Jerry told her that he was
going to take her to their favorite restaurant for their
anniversary. Afterwards there would be a show that she would
remember for the rest of her life. He had one request, however.
He wanted her to wear the same black dress that she had worn on
their first date... and to wear nothing beneath it.



Janet was proud of the fact that she still wore the same dress
size that she had in college, but the black dress, itself, was
getting almost threadbare. She had often debated throwing it out,
and kept it only for the sentimental reason of it being the dress
she had worn on their first date.



At first she was going to object and say that she had many other
dresses that were much newer... and nicer... and sexier, but the
thought of reliving that first date, and especially the thought
of going to a very formal restaurant wearing nothing but perfume
under her dress caused her to feel that familiar wetness between
her legs.



 -œOK, - she  said finally,  -œbut my black dress had better be
appropriate for wherever and whatever the show is that follows.
-



Jerry laughed and said,  -œOh, don -(TM)t worry. That black dress
is exactly what you should be wearing for this show. -



***



The day of their anniversary finally arrived. Dinner was perfect.
Jerry had arranged everything in advance, and everything was
exactly what Janet would have ordered. A tray of oysters on the
half-shell arrived at their table shortly after they sat down.
The hot sauce, which only Jerry liked, was on the side with a
special mild sauce also on the plate.



A wine steward brought a bottle of wine to the table and uncorked
it for Jerry -(TM)s approval.  -œIt -(TM)s her special meal, -
he said.  -œLet her say if the wine is acceptable. -



 -œPerfect, - she said after sniffing the cork and taking a
small sip. The waiter filled both their glasses and left the
bottle in ice on the table.



Her  -œperfect - applied not only to the wine, but to the entire
meal. The melt-in-your-mouth steak was exactly like she wanted it
and was smothered in mushrooms in butter sauce with just a hint
of onions. Although it wasn -(TM)t on the menu, Jerry had
arranged for chocolate mousse for both of them for dessert -"
just like she had ordered on their first date.



The whole meal couldn -(TM)t have been better. Jerry even dawdled
after dinner and talked. Normally, he was very agenda-driven and
would be obviously anxious to go immediately on to the next
thing, but tonight, he sat calmly and reminisced with her about
their first meeting, their first date, and about all the special
things about which she fantasized.



 -œIt -(TM)s show time, - he finally said quietly.



The waitress had already brought the check and returned with the
credit card receipt, so there was no reason not to be going. As
they walked across the parking lot to the car, Jerry took her arm
and slowed her to a stop.  -œThere is one additional thing I want
you to wear tonight, - he said with a grin. He then handed her a
black silk blindfold.  -œI -(TM)ll even put it on for you, - he
added as he turned her slightly so that he could stand behind
her.



She could see that they were only steps from the car. It was also
very unlikely that anyone would see her, so she didn -(TM)t
object. In fact, she murmured,  -œWhatever you say, - as she
held it over her eyes and he tied it around her head.



It is amazing how much more difficult it is to walk in tall high
heels when you can -(TM)t see the ground. Janet was thankful that
she had only a very short way to go to get to the car. She could
hear Jerry open the door and then say,  -œFeel the car with your
hands, and get in. - As she got in, he put his hand on her hair
to ensure that she did not hit the top of her head on the car
door.



* -~I feel like a prisoner being put into a police car, -(TM)*
she thought to herself. She had never experienced that herself,
but she had seen enough cop shows on TV to know that was how the
handcuffed suspect was put in the car -" with the officer -(TM)s
hand on top of his or her head. As she waited for Jerry to go
around to the other side of the car to get in, she held her hands
together at the wrists imagining that she was handcuffed -" or
bound. She could feel herself getting wetter.



* -~It -(TM)s a good thing I -(TM)m wearing a black dress, -(TM)*
she thought to herself. * -~That way a wet spot in the back won
-(TM)t show. -(TM)*



Jerry seemed to be driving all over, making random turns this way
and that. Janet was totally disoriented. She was fairly sure that
they were still in town, but for all she knew they could be out
in the middle of nowhere. Finally, Jerry stopped the car and shut
off the engine.



He again used his hand to protect her head as he helped her out
of the car. After she was standing, he lifted her arms slightly
and slipped a loop of rope over her hands. It was a large
slipknot and he tightened it quickly. He then brought the rope
down between her arms and made two quick circles around the knot
loop that held her wrists. Forming her fingers around the long
end of the rope as it left her hands, he said,  -œHold this. It
is your guide leash. - He then began leading her away from the
car.



From the sound and feel, Janet knew that she was walking on
concrete.  -œWe -(TM)re starting up a ramp, - he said, and a few
steps later, Janet could feel the incline. A dozen steps later,
they reached a small landing. Jerry said,  -œTurning left, - and
resumed his climb up the ramp. There was something very familiar
about this place, but Janet could not place where she might be.



A heavy-sounding door squeaked and creaked open and Jerry warned,
 -œWatch for the threshold. It -(TM)s not very high, but it is
wide and slick. - Her heels made a metallic-sounding click as
she stepped through the door.



She knew where she was! It wasn -(TM)t just the ramp or the wide
metal threshold. There is a particular smell to a backstage area
at a theater. You can smell rope and paint and makeup and sweat
and a thousand other smells that occur together only on stage.
She was backstage at the community theater.



 -œWe -(TM)re at the theater, - she said.  -œI didn -(TM)t know
there was a performance tonight. -



Jerry laughed slightly.  -œThat -(TM)s because this show is
strictly by invitation only, - he said,  -œand you are the
special guest star who is going to experience every minute of it.
-



Janet wasn -(TM)t sure what he meant, but she continued to follow
him. Her heels were now making a hollow  tapping sound. She was
walking across the stage floor. She wasn -(TM)t sure, but she
thought that they were now in the middle of the stage, probably
just behind the curtain. She could smell the decades of dust that
was trapped in the thick, plush cloth that separated the stage
from the audience.



 -œLet -(TM)s block out this scene, - Jerry said as he loosened
the rope on her wrists.  -œIt -(TM)s very easy choreography. All
you have to do is stand here and move with the action. -



He bent her slowly at the waist until she was almost at ninety
degrees. She felt her neck come to rest on something soft and
thick like lamb -(TM)s wool. Jerry raised her left arm and set it
on something alongside her head that was smooth and cool. It felt
like it was a curved segment of leather, perhaps held by a piece
of wood.



He placed her right arm in a similar leather depression on the
other side of her head, and then she felt a slight pressure on
her neck and wrists followed by a deep, dull, solid,  -œclunk. -
She tried to stand, but her head and wrists were now securely
trapped. She was in a stocks of some sort.



 -œWhat are you doing? - she asked, more out of curiosity than
anger or concern.   -œIs this some sort of participatory
performance art? -



 -œNo, - he answered,  -œIt -(TM)s a solo performance, and I
think it -(TM)s time for you to be quiet and just experience. -
She felt a ball gag being pushed into her mouth, then Jerry
walked away from her and everything was quiet.



She wasn -(TM)t sure how long she was held there behind the
curtain, but she was certain that she could hear an
ever-increasing murmur of voices. A large audience was gathering
in the theater.



Janet had waited nervously backstage before and listened to the
pre-performance buzz of the audience. She was pretty good at
judging the size of the house by the noise level. This sounded
like a full house, or nearly so, and the theater had exactly 299
seats. She knew that number because 300 seats was the magic level
where the royalty payments went up on the performances. To keep
the costs down, she and Jerry had helped when the theater members
removed several seats from the ends of the front row to bring the
number back to exactly 299.



From the noise level, there had to be at least 275 people out
there. Janet could feel her legs shaking in fear. What was Jerry
doing? What if they opened the curtain and everyone could see
her? The theater was a relatively tight-knit group. And almost
everyone in town came to the performances. What if all her
neighbors and friends were out there? What if everyone saw her
bent over like this locked into a set of stocks?



Then she heard Jerry walking across the stage. She knew his walk
because, for some reason, he had an uneven stride. She felt a
slight puff of air as he walked past her. Then she heard the soft
rustle of the curtains as he slipped between them to stand at the
front of the stage facing the audience.



 -œLadies and gentlemen, - he said loudly. Suddenly the buzz was
gone as the audience quieted for the beginning of the
performance. But what performance? * -~I -(TM)m the only one on
stage, -(TM)* Janet thought to herself. * -~I have to be the
performer. But what am I supposed to do? -(TM)*



 -œLadies and gentlemen, - Jerry repeated when everything was
quiet.  -œTonight we have a very special performance. A closet
bondage freak will step out into the light and be recognized. A
shy exhibitionist will finally get her chance to show the
world... ... everything. -



There was a deafening round of applause and Janet heard the
chains which supported the curtain clanking as it slowly opened
to reveal her to the audience. She could now hear buzzes of quiet
conversations from here and there around the theater as people
saw her and attempted to speak to each other in low whispers.



The curtains must now be wide open because she could feel the
heat of the front spotlights against her skin. The black dress
was absorbing the energy from the hot lights and warming rapidly.
So was she. She could feel a light sheen of perspiration
beginning to form on her brow. Then she felt herself rolling.



Evidently the stocks were mounted on one of the scene platforms.
There must have been a small ramp leading up to it because she
hadn -(TM)t had to step up as Jerry led her across the stage.
Jerry, or someone, was now pushing her slightly forward and
turning her so that she was sideways to the audience.



 -œTime to raise -" or should I say lower -" the second curtain.
- Jerry said loudly. Then Janet felt something cold against her
shoulder. The movement and the slight noise told her that it was
a pair of scissors. The cold feel of the scissors against her
skin told her that Jerry was cutting the dress from her body.



He cut all the way across the back of the dress at the shoulders
and then began lowering the zipper. As soon as the zipper reached
her waist, the dress dropped to the floor leaving her naked on
stage. Thunderous applause filled the theater.



Janet was mortified, but at the same time she could feel her
nipples immediately swelling and the juices starting to flow in
her cunt. This was going to ruin her in the community, but her
body didn -(TM)t care. This was what she dreamed of when she
stood on the high bluffs exposing herself to distant motorists.
Showing her body to a large crowd was her secret fantasy. Now,
she wasn -(TM)t fantasizing that they could see her. The applause
made it very clear that she had been presented to them in all her
glory.



She felt the platform being slowly rotated. It stopped as her ass
was aligned with the center isle. Jerry reached over and smacked
her ass cheek with his hand. Then he ran his fingers through her
slit. Evidently he held them up to the audience because he said,
-œSee that shine? Wet as a river. -



Janet could feel her skin burning in shame, but at the same time
the tingle in her breasts and nipples was almost overwhelming.
She was rotated again until she faced the audience. She felt
fingers at the back of her head and suddenly everything was
brilliantly bright. Jerry had removed   the blindfold.



She squinted out at the crowd, but could see nothing. All of the
front lights and footlights were on and all three traveler spots
were trained down on her from the light booth balcony, which ran
across the back of the theater.



Janet could hear several people whispering her name. Evidently
there were some who did not recognize her until the blindfold was
removed. She did not think it was possible to be more
embarrassed... or more turned on, but when she heard her name
whispered, she could feel herself turning an even deeper shade of
red. She could also feel the cunt slime start to drip from
between her pussy lips.



 -œYou are being a very naughty girl, - Jerry taunted her.  -œI
think you need a little punishment. -



He started swatting her bottom. One hand was smacking her right
cheek and the other was smacking her left. It sounded almost like
he was performing on a set of bongo drums. Janet felt herself
swaying her ass to meet his hands. She also felt herself climbing
higher and higher.



* -~Oh NO! -(TM)* she suddenly thought to herself. * -~I -(TM)m
going to cum in front of all these people. -(TM)*



That thought, alone, was enough to trigger an overwhelming
orgasm. She shrieked and screamed and bucked and writhed in the
stocks. Jerry stopped his spanking and began rotating the
platform so that she was totally on display to the audience as
she rode the waves of passion that were cresting within her. The
thought that her bucking, dripping, snatch was turned to the
crowd was enough to drive her once again over the edge and
trigger a second orgasm.



As her moans and cries started to subside, Jerry again rotated
her and announced,  -œNow it -(TM)s time for a little mutual
enjoyment. - He leaned down close to Janet -(TM)s ear and said,
-œYou have already paid the price of admission, so just totally
let yourself go. - He then began to lightly caress her breasts
with one hand while sliding the other through the wetness between
her legs.



Soon, Janet was again squirming and moaning and moving rapidly
upward towards another orgasm. She could feel Jerry positioning
himself behind her. He slid easily into her, and as his body
touched hers, she realized that he, too, was now naked on the
stage.

Janet was now directly facing the unseen audience. The brilliant
spot and footlights blinded her, but at the same time forced her
to acknowledge that everyone could see *everything* . They were
watching Jerry fuck her. It was as if she were having sex with
hundreds of people at the same time. That image began to burn
more brightly in her mind than the spotlights themselves.



Jerry was now slamming violently into her ass as he bottomed with
each thrust. He was rapidly approaching climax and his legs were
shaking slightly as his muscles prepared for that final moment of
ejaculation. Finally he grunted loudly and slammed against her
ass a final time. He fell over her back and shuddered as he went
off. Janet joined him in his moment of climax, the audience
forgotten for the moment as she became one with her husband.



After a short time, Jerry again stood up and slowly pulled
himself out. Janet moaned slightly as she felt his deflating
prick slide out of her cunt. She thought she was hearing thunder,
but as her mind cleared from the orgasm, she remembered where she
was and realized that what she was hearing was applause.



 -œFor an encore tonight, - Jerry said as he stepped in front of
Janet to address the audience,  -œwe will allow Janet to
experience one of her most naughty desires. Of course, - he
added,  -œthat will mean a more severe punishment. -



He was walking around behind Janet as he spoke. He patted her on
the ass hard enough so that the smack could be heard throughout
the theater and said in a chuckle,  -œBut I am going to wait
until she is ready before I do that. -



Janet felt the platform rotating until she was once again facing
backstage. Jerry stood in front of her and asked,  -œWhat would
you like to do for an encore? - He paused a moment and then
asked,  -œDo I fuck your face or your ass? -



He knew what she wanted. She didn -(TM)t really like oral, but
anal drove her wild. He knew what she wanted, but he was going to
make her say it! He was going to make her ask for it in front of
all these people!



Janet didn -(TM)t think it was possible for her to be more
embarrassed -" or more aroused, but her skin was now almost on
fire and spunk and cunt juice flowed copiously out of her and
dripped onto the platform as she answered softly,  -œMy ass. -



 -œProject, Janet. - Jerry said loudly.  -œSpeak from the
diaphragm so you can be heard. - His voice sounded just like it
did on those occasions when he directed plays and had to correct
or encourage the cast during rehearsals.



 -œTake me in the ass! - Janet heard herself almost shouting. As
she heard the force and volume of her own words, it caused her to
shudder as a mini-orgasm rippled through her body.



 -œThen let -(TM)s get you ready, - answered Jerry. He walked
back around behind Janet and began sliding his fingers up and
down her crack. Bent over as she was, she was sure that both her
cunt and rosebud were clearly visible to the audience.



Jerry thrust his fingers into her dripping pussy. They slid in
easily and came out just as easily, with a large scooping of cum
and spunk. He began rubbing that slimy mixture up and down her
crack, pressing on her sphincter each time his fingers passed her
nether opening.



Finally, he pushed a single finger into her ass and began pumping
in and out. Soon a second finger joined the first, and then a
third. Janet could feel her anal ring relaxing to allow him
better access.



He withdrew his fingers and she could feel the tip of something
pressing against her rosebud. As it slid in, Janet recognized it
as a butt plug, but it seemed bigger than anything she had ever
put up there before. She was stretched to maximum and still it
hadn -(TM)t seated. It was spreading her wider and wider as Jerry
continued to force it into her ass.



When it finally slid all the way in and her sphincter snapped
tightly around the slightly smaller shaft, another mini-orgasm
caused her to quiver in the stocks. She could feel herself rising
up on tiptoe for some reason, almost as if she were raising her
ass to receive Jerry -(TM)s cock. But that was not going to
happen as long as she was stuffed full by that huge plug.



 -œThat will keep you stretched while I give you the pain you
need to really let yourself go. - Jerry said as he wiggled the
huge plug lodged securely between her cheeks.



Janet wasn -(TM)t sure what Jerry had in mind, but when she heard
the swish of a belt swinging through the air, she knew what was
coming. Jerry had used a belt on her only a few times, and only
after she had either egged him on for hours or begged him to use
it on her. It was after one particularly intense session with the
belt that Jerry had told her,  -œIf you want or need the pain,
just ask for it. You don -(TM)t have to try to piss me off just
so I will spank you. -



 -œOpen your eyes, - Jerry said in a commanding voice.



Janet hadn -(TM)t realized that she had closed them. When she
opened her eyes, he was standing before her swinging a wide,
black, leather belt in a small arc. The intense stage lights
reflected softly off the black finish.



 -œWhat do you want? - he asked softly.



* -~I can -(TM)t say that in front of all these people, -(TM)*
she thought to herself.



 -œYou have to say it or it ends now, - Jerry continued in his
soft and soothing voice.



He was going to make her say it. She was going to have to ask him
to whip her or this would all be over. She didn -(TM)t want to
say it -" especially in front of an audience, but she didn -(TM)t
want this night to end yet either.  -œUse the belt, - she said
in her stage projection voice.  -œBeat my behind until I am
screaming and then fuck me in the ass. -

A loud applause greeted her words and she suddenly thought, *
-~That -(TM)s the best audience response I -(TM)ve ever gotten
for one of my lines. -(TM)*



Jerry walked back around behind her and said,  -œI -(TM)m going
to give you twenty with the belt and you are going to thank me
after each one and keep track of the count. -



He didn -(TM)t wait for a response, but instead swung the belt as
soon as he was in position. It wasn -(TM)t a perfect stroke, but
it snapped loudly and caused a short scream from Janet. She
gulped and called out,  -œOne. Thank you, Master. -



Why had she said Master? Was it that she didn -(TM)t want to call
out his name? Or, was it perhaps that using that word added to
her sense of being helpless and bound?



Snap!



 -œTwo. Thank you, Master. -



Snap!



 -œThree. Thank you, Master. -



So it continued as Jerry slowly crisscrossed her ass with welts.
The pain and the heat on her asscheeks got greater with each
strike of the belt. So did the heat within her. Finally she heard
herself calling out,  -œTwenty. Thank you, Master. -



She didn -(TM)t feel him pull the butt plug out of her ass, but
she did feel his prick entering her. She could especially feel it
as his body slapped lightly against her now swollen asscheeks as
he thrust fully into her.



 -œOh God! - she heard herself screaming. She was well above any
level of passion that she had ever reached before. The pain...
the forbiddenness of anal sex... the humiliation of having sex on
stage in front of hundreds of people... the fact that dozens of
her friends and neighbors had seen the most intimate parts of her
body... all of this drove her higher and higher as Jerry
continued to fuck her ass.



Janet could no longer form words. At best she was grunting in a
high-pitched keening wail. Then she totally lost control of her
body and her mind. She exploded. The brilliance of the lights
within her mind as she frantically bucked back against Jerry was
far greater than all the stage lights trained on her naked body.



She didn -(TM)t feel Jerry stop. She didn -(TM)t feel him
withdraw from her ass. She didn -(TM)t feel the platform rotating
once again so that she was facing the audience. All of this
became apparent to her only as control returned slowly to her
mind and body as she hung panting in the stocks.



 -œTime for your bow, - Jerry said softly as he removed the top
portion of the beam which was holding her in place. He had to
support her as he led her, on wobbly legs, to stage front where
they stood together on the apron to receive the thunderous
applause. He bowed and used his hand behind her back to force her
to bow with him.



After the third bow, the applause began to fade slowly away. In
the relative silence, Janet was now standing in center stage,
naked, facing who knows how many of her friends, neighbors, and
fellow workers. With the glow of what she had just experienced
also starting to fade, she was now feeling fear and dread. How
could she ever face these people again? She would have to quit
her job. They might have to move out of the community. How could
she have allowed Jerry to do this to her?



 -œIf you knew what the show was, - Jerry suddenly asked her, 
-œwould you have still come to the theater tonight? -



Janet stood silently for a moment before shuddering out,  -œYes.
I would have given anything for this night. -



 -œHappy Anniversary, - a voice said suddenly over the theater
speaker system. The lights began to quickly dim and Janet could
see out into the audience. She could still hear the murmur and
noise of an audience leaving the theater, but there was no one
there.



The work lights over the control booth in the balcony came on and
Janet could see John standing there waving his arms at her. 
-œJust me, - he said.  -œ... and my magical array of lights and
sound effects. -



A few moments later he quickly walked up the aisle and stepped
onto the stage.  -œA while back, Jerry asked me how I knew you
from college, - he said to her.  -œI told him I met you while I
was working on fire detectors in your dorm. -



He laughed lightly,  -œI didn -(TM)t know that you had told him
about that. I didn -(TM)t give any details of how we met, but I
didn -(TM)t have to. He knew all about it. And from that point
on, he knew that I knew about your fantasies. He came to me a
couple weeks ago and asked if I would help you live out one of
those fantasies in a safe fashion. -



He looked up and down Janet -(TM)s sweat drenched body and
smirked.  -œIt looks like you went through at least four or five
of them tonight. - He then handed Jerry a set of keys and said,
-œMake sure you lock everything up before you go. - As he walked
toward the backstage door he called back over his shoulder, 
-œHappy Anniversary. -



Jerry pulled Janet close and gave her a kiss on the forehead. 
-œDid you enjoy your anniversary present? - he asked.



 -œMmmmm, - she answered.



 -œYour sweatpants and sweatshirt are on a chair backstage. - He
continued.  -œWe can leave as soon as I shut everything down. -



 -œI would like to do one more little thing first, - she said.



 -œWhat -(TM)s that? - he asked.



 -œGive you an anniversary present, - she said,  -œTurn all the
spotlights back on and lay down on your back in the middle of the
stage. I -(TM)m going to do an on-stage flash dance routine on
your pole and ride you like you have never been ridden before. -



As Jerry scurried toward the light booth, she yelled after him, 
-œAnd if you can, turn the sound back on so it sounds like there
is a huge audience out there watching us.  -



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