I could feel my chest rise and fall as I desperately tried to catch my breath. I wanted to push his hand away from my skirt, yet with each touch of his fingertips on my bare thigh, I only felt myself growing weaker and weaker to his lust.
I heard the woman in the movie screaming as the villain chased her with knife in hand and I felt the tension building amongst the movie goers around us. For a quick moment I glimpsed up at the silver screen. Almost immediately my attention was drawn away and diverted back down to the hand inching towards my hips.
He tugged at my underwear. I gently spread my legs across the theater seat and felt his fingers squeeze my pussy through the cloth. I closed my eyes and tried to shut a moan from escaping my lips. He continued to play with the folds of skin and fabric, making me wet with each passing moment.
I lost my sense of time, I lost my concentration on the movie and the people around us, and I lost my sense of stealth and privacy. By the time his fingers found their way inside of me I had already lost my mind. I knew people saw us. I knew people heard us. I didn’t care. As a matter of fact I found it exhilarating.
When we were done I was soaking wet and his cum was still swimming down the walls of my throat. We never met again and I never really cared to know what his name was. All that mattered was that for the first time I had experienced what it was like to risk being wild out in public.
It was a defining moment that changed my life. Since that night I felt starved for more. I masturbated in parks, posted naked photos online, and even tried to give a decent blow job while driving down the highway. Yet instead of finding satisfaction, I only wanted more and more. Nothing could satiate my thirst anymore.
I had become an internet celebrity in just a few months and I loved that I had no idea who my dirty fans were. They could be in my local cafe, work in my building, catch my bus. Anybody and everybody could view and share the myriad of naked photos I posted online. I had videos up and would occasionally give a live show via web cam too.
Of course, I made a profit out of it all. It didn’t take long for people to notice me and I was soon sifting through an abundance of mail from fans. One day as I sat down to read my email on my phone, I noticed an invitation to the local Black Monday group.
I had no idea who they were or what they did. The invitation was plain but it did sport a photo of a girl blindfolded, cuffed, and being flogged as men touched her naked body. I was going to dismiss it.
I was never into the dungeon and torture fetish thing but at the last moment I noticed one element in the picture that caught my interest – there were people watching her and they were loving it.
I went to the underground building where the event was to be held. I was in a tight, sleeveless top and a brown mini-skirt. I despise under garments so I did away with wearing a bra or panties.
I walked in, sat at a table, and waited. I ordered a glass of water as I sat there, watching as people filled the empty seats. I tried to figure out who were club regulars and who were members of the group but it was tough to tell at first.
As I gazed, I caught a woman with a tight collar around her neck. Just catching a glimpse of it turned me on. That’s when I noticed there were others like her all around me. I was excited. I reached down under the table and began to play with my clit.
I started slowly rubbing it with my fingertips, feeling myself moisten and I realized I was soaking my skirt. I smiled to myself and slowly pushed my finger inside. Almost instantly I let out a moan and when I saw no one was looking my way, I continued, moving my fingers in and out in a rhythmic motion.
In minutes I was out of breath and I felt my legs begin to shake. My fingers began to work faster and I wanted to push deeper into myself. Just as I was about to hit my climax I felt an arm wrap around me from behind and a hand squeezed my left breast.
“No bra”, a male voice whispered. “Your first day here and already misbehaving. Let’s see what else you’re missing.”
I tensed. The man continued to massage my breast, slowly and firmly. I leaned back against my chair as his fingers began to dance across my chest, finding their way to my nipples. I let out a soft moan as he took my nipple and pinched. He held it up for a few seconds, making me slightly rise from my chair and gripped the edges of my seat as he twisted.
Suddenly he let go and slapped me lightly on the cheek.
“This is not the proper place”, he said sternly. “You just volunteered yourself. Get off that chair and follow us downstairs.”
I did as I was told. As I rose from my seat I realized there were others already heading to the clubs back room. Amongst them was the girl wearing a collar. She looked back at me and I caught the faintest hint of a smile. It made me shudder. The man who touched me led the pack.
He was tall, bald, and quite muscular. He wore a white collared shirt and slacks. Very formal. He led everybody through the back of the place and we continued until we reached a black door. The bald man looked at us, then turned and opened the door. It led to a dark staircase leading down.
We were taken to a room devoid of color or furniture. The only light was a single light bulb hanging in the center of the room and there were now roughly thirty people standing in the room, the majority of whom were middle-aged men. In the middle of the room was a round, white table. It stood right under the light, beckoning like it was waiting for me.
The bald man walked up to the table and greeted everyone, “Good evening. This Monday we’ll be tackling the issue of control. The relationship between slave and master lies in the control of needs and wants. Expectations are to be met and boundaries respected. To demonstrate, we have a volunteer who will learn first hand the meaning of self-control.” He glanced at me and motioned me over.
All eyes turned towards me. At that moment I felt the heat building inside me. It was the same exact feeling I had when I was in that movie theater. I could already feel my pussy moistening out of sheer excitement. I bit my lip and began my way towards him.
My heart raced. I could feel his fingertips dancing around my neck and back as he checked me over one more time. I felt a soft pulse in my gut as my nipples began to grow harder and I fought the urge to just jump on that table and spread my legs right then and there. Instead, I just stood there as he looked me over, showcasing me to the crowd.
“Get on the table.”
I didn’t hesitate. Without a word I crawled on top and sat. Almost immediately he yanked me by the hair and forced me on to my knees, pulling me down to rest on all fours. He smirked once, then slapped my face.