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Dinner and a Show
by The Technician

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

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[I]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.[/I]
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[I]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.

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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
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Janet McCarthy is a "shy exhibitionist" and a "closet 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 [I]shy[/I] 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 "flash
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'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'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'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'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, "No, I
can't do this. I can't do this."  She stood up, faced him and said in
a trembling voice, "I want to. I really do... but I can't."

Jerry's immediate reaction was anger. "You're a damn tease! I never
want to see you again!"

"No," she sobbed as she burst into tears. "I want to... I really do...
I... I... I... just can't." She sniffed and said softly, "... unless
you make me."

"What!?" he replied. "Are you telling me that you want me to rape
you?"

"No," she said nervously. "Just tie me up or something so I can't
resist you." She then gave him a look that was somewhere between a
nervous smile and absolute desperation.

"You're serious?" he said. "You really want me to tie you up and fuck
you, don't you?"

Janet hung her head in shame as she nodded yes. Jerry still wasn't
sure, but when he saw a widening wet spot on her panties that
threatened to start dripping on the floor, he said, "Just a minute."

He came back a moment later carrying a small duffle bag. "This is my
goodie bag," he said. "I 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's daughter." He lifted a length of soft rope
out of the bag, smiled, and said, "But sometimes life gives you the
lemonade already mixed and sugared."

Jerry looped the rope around Janet'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, "You 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't even masturbate unless she tied herself up
first. "I've got a remote control vibrator," she explained, "... that
has a timer. I set it to start after half an hour, insert it and then
tie myself up. That way, I don'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, "And 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'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.

[I]`How do you punish someone for enjoying being spanked?'[/I] 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'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'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't tell him. She didn't intend to
ever tell anyone. But then, she didn'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'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, "We haven't been on a really special date since college. How
`bout dinner and a show?" Then she added, "But the dinner has to be
very special and the show has to be something I will never forget."

Jerry answered only, "I'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.

"OK," she  said finally, "but my black dress had better be appropriate
for wherever and whatever the show is that follows."

Jerry laughed and said, "Oh, don'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's approval. "It's her special meal," he said. "Let her say
if the wine is acceptable."

"Perfect," 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 "perfect" 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'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'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.

"It'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. "There is one additional thing I want you to
wear tonight," he said with a grin. He then handed her a black silk
blindfold. "I'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't object. In fact, she
murmured, "Whatever 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'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, "Feel 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]`I feel like a prisoner being put into a police car,'[/I] 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'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.

[I]`It's a good thing I'm wearing a black dress,'[/I] she thought to
herself. [I]`That way a wet spot in the back won't show.'[/I]

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, "Hold 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.
"We'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, "Turning 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,
"Watch for the threshold. It'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'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.

"We're at the theater," she said. "I didn't know there was a
performance tonight."

Jerry laughed slightly. "That's because this show is strictly by
invitation only," he said, "and you are the special guest star who is
going to experience every minute of it."

Janet wasn'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'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.

"Let's block out this scene," Jerry said as he loosened the rope on
her wrists. "It'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'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, "clunk." She tried to stand,
but her head and wrists were now securely trapped. She was in a stocks
of some sort.

"What are you doing?" she asked, more out of curiosity than anger or
concern.  "Is this some sort of participatory performance art?" 

"No," he answered, "It's a solo performance, and I think it'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'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.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly. Suddenly the buzz was gone as
the audience quieted for the beginning of the performance. But what
performance? [I]`I'm the only one on stage,'[/I] Janet thought to
herself. [I]`I have to be the performer. But what am I supposed to
do?'[/I]

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jerry repeated when everything was quiet.
"Tonight 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'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.

"Time 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'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'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, "See 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.

"You are being a very naughty girl," Jerry taunted her. "I 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.

[I]`Oh NO!'[/I] she suddenly thought to herself. [I]`I'm going to cum
in front of all these people.'[/I]

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, "Now it's time for a little mutual enjoyment." He leaned
down close to Janet's ear and said, "You 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 [I]everything [/I]. 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.

"For an encore tonight," Jerry said as he stepped in front of Janet to
address the audience, "we will allow Janet to experience one of her
most naughty desires. Of course," he added, "that 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, "But 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, "What would you like
to do for an encore?" He paused a moment and then asked, "Do I fuck
your face or your ass?"

He knew what she wanted. She didn'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'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, "My ass."

"Project, Janet." Jerry said loudly. "Speak 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.

"Take 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.

"Then let'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'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's
cock. But that was not going to happen as long as she was stuffed full
by that huge plug.

"That 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'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, "If you want or need the pain, just ask for it. You don't have to
try to piss me off just so I will spank you."

"Open your eyes," Jerry said in a commanding voice.

Janet hadn'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.

"What do you want?" he asked softly.

[I]`I can't say that in front of all these people,'[/I] she thought to
herself.

"You 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't want to say it-
especially in front of an audience, but she didn't want this night to
end yet either. "Use the belt," she said in her stage projection
voice. "Beat my behind until I am screaming and then fuck me in the
ass."

A loud applause greeted her words and she suddenly thought, [I]`That's
the best audience response I've ever gotten for one of my lines.'[/I]

Jerry walked back around behind her and said, "I'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't wait for a response, but instead swung the belt as soon as
he was in position. It wasn't a perfect stroke, but it snapped loudly
and caused a short scream from Janet. She gulped and called out, "One.
Thank you, Master."

Why had she said Master? Was it that she didn'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!

"Two. Thank you, Master."

Snap!

"Three. 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, "Twenty. Thank you, Master."

She didn'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.

"Oh 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't feel Jerry stop. She didn't feel him withdraw from her ass.
She didn'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.

"Time 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?

"If you knew what the show was," Jerry suddenly asked her, "would you
have still come to the theater tonight?"

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

"Happy 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. "Just me,"
he said. "... and my magical array of lights and sound effects." 

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

He laughed lightly, "I didn't know that you had told him about that. I
didn't give any details of how we met, but I didn'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's sweat drenched body and smirked. "It
looks like you went through at least four or five of them tonight." He
then handed Jerry a set of keys and said, "Make sure you lock
everything up before you go." As he walked toward the backstage door
he called back over his shoulder, "Happy Anniversary."

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

"Mmmmm," she answered. 

"Your sweatpants and sweatshirt are on a chair backstage." He
continued. "We can leave as soon as I shut everything down."

"I would like to do one more little thing first," she said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Give you an anniversary present," she said, "Turn all the spotlights
back on and lay down on your back in the middle of the stage. I'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, "And
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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