Part 12. Variety Show
Returning to the suite was quieter and a bit quicker. The day had been tough so far and it wasn't over yet. Dinner had set off more frustration among many wide ranging emotions. She needed to get her head straight to finish the date with footsie and titclits that included the show and the results of their competition.
Emma, with the help of Dolly, removed the restraints from Greg and Macy. They were then handed their new outfits for the next part of the evening along with their chastity devices. The two went to get dressed with Dolly helping Macy.
This left Emma some time to refresh herself with a trip to the bathroom. The catsuit didn't make it easy in general but her chastity belt added to the complexity. As she finished, she looked to clean herself up. The juices from Soreena had dried up on her lower face and the front of her catsuit leaving Emma to scrub what she could while the others got ready. She quickly reapplied her purple lipstick as her eyes didn't need any attention and headed out to check on the others.
The others weren't quite ready so Emma made an alteration to one part of Greg's outfit she hadn't given him yet. Then she took a few moments to grab items she might use on them tonight and packed them into a bag that her princess had been using and left behind. She was still gathering items as her guests came out after getting dressed.
First out was footsie in his slutty schoolgirl outfit which caused Emma to smile at the reluctant transvestite. A black lace choker-like collar, with a metal ring woven through it with a ring coming out the front for a leash or something else, was clasped on and locked. The white buttoned top barely ended at his midsection. The black tie extended further than the top. Glimpses of the pink training bra could be seen with certain movements. The pink and gray plaid skirt that was far too short as his ass wasn't fully covered and the tip of his chastity cage peaked out the front. White knee high socks encased his lower legs with three inch chunky heeled Mary Jane's to finish the initial look.
Not long after titclits came out with Dolly following. Dolly went to set up the items for her own predicament now that she was finished for the moment. Emma handed Greg the final part of his outfit, a pair of plain white panties which she wrote with a permanent marker "SLUT" on the front. The back read "FUCKHOLE" with a little arrow pointed down which Emma imagined might disappear in his crack at times.
Emma quickly found herself looking over Macy. Her outfit was basically a match of Emma’s with some slight differences. Macy's catsuit was blue instead of black. The other major change was the two small holes that allowed her breasts to squeeze through unlike Emma’s in which hers was solid keeping her covered. The thigh high boots were black five inch heels much like Emma’s. Her collar was one inch wide and steel as opposed to Emma’s two inch leather collar. Though both had 'D' rings on the front, only Emma's still had a tag locked on the front. The outline of her chastity belt was clearly visible under the catsuit and Emma knew she had a similar waist cincher underneath.
Emma had Macy do Greg's makeup as she went to put Dolly into her predicament.
Dolly had set up things again, with a belt and head harness similar to what was used earlier to pull her head back. Dolly was sitting on the ground with her legs folded around the suspension bar attached to the winch though the bar was lowered to the ground. Carabiners were linked between thigh and ankle cuffs of each leg. When Dolly finished, Emma took the yoke from the ground and quickly encircled Dolly's neck and wrists with the metal device. It snapped close, locking Dolly's hands off to the side and away from her head. It was pretty clear what Dolly wanted especially when Emma saw the rest. It left Emma a little horrified as well as a bit jealous.
The excitement started building only to cause Emma more discomfort but that was Emma’s fate for now. She had no recourse to change it. She had planned to remain locked up for the duration of the cruise. She had locked herself up the month before. Giving her keys away to Ophelia was not only scary but amazing. She had no idea what the lovely maid would do with them or if she would ever truly release her. It left Emma in a difficult and helpless position which was exactly what she hoped for. She wouldn't change it anyways. And she didn't regret it, yet.
As Emma came out of her thoughts, she had been slowly raising the winch and lifting Dolly. Soon Dolly was suspended upside-down with the back of her knees hanging over the bar supporting her weight. Emma looped a strap from her hood to the belt before ratcheting until Dolly's mouth was nearly parallel with the floor. Emma then lined up the last part underneath Dolly. Greg and Macy were done by then and waiting, so Emma had them finish setting things up. Emma asked Dolly if she was still good to go forward, in which she signaled yes.
"Maybe part of the loser's punishment is to experience this and see if you can take the whole thing for a while," Emma suggested with a smirk on her face.
What Emma was talking about was the 18 inch horse penis shaped dildo that was mounted on a sex doll via a harness. She had Greg and Macy help hold it and line up Dolly's mouth as she used the winch to lower Dolly. Emma couldn't tell much from Dolly's reactions and lack of sounds except the hand signals showing she was good. Emma slowly worked Dolly's throat down the length of the massive dildo as she moved the winch up and down. While it took a while and was very unhuman-like, Dolly swallowed the entire length while signaling she was fine. With Dolly's throat fully impaled as she hung upside-down bound, Emma was ensured she was fine to stay that way until their Princess showed up.
Emma was impressed that Dolly could still breath with such a massive object inside of her. But she needed to focus on getting the other two to the show. Turning off Dolly's sight and sound leaving the living doll nearly senseless again, she finished collecting her items and led footsie and titclits to the show.
Emma was thankful they made it to the show on time. Other people were still making their way in as well. The three of them were shown to Emma's seat, which was in the front row. Emma noticed VIP seating was broken up with seats between one to three people with padded matting for expected submissives in the open slots. Though Emma did pass by one person in a wheelchair in one open spot.
"Well they appear to be handicap compliant at least in appearance here," Emma thought to herself. She had seen many over the years come in to see her boss with complaints dealing with other places not being up to accessibility standards for the disabled or special needs.
The attendant stopped in front of Emma’s seat, allowing Emma to look at the mostly full auditorium that was still filling. It led Emma to believe the show was popular. The attendant took Emma’s bag and set it in front near the stage as Emma took her seat. footsie and titclits took positions kneeling on each side of her. The attendant let Emma know that her private attendant would be here shortly to take care of her needs.
As they had time, Emma had footsie retrieve a couple items from the bag. Emma didn't sit too idle as she had one of titclits's nipples in between her fingers, giving those behind them a small show. titclits couldn't help but squirm, squeal, and moan but she wasn't the only one giving a show. The view footsie was giving everyone of his ass as the skirt didn't fully cover it. When he bent over, everyone got to see so much more as the writing on the back of her panties were quite prominent.
A woman walked up to introduce herself to Emma. She wore a tight yellow latex hood with holes for her eyes and mouth. A black and yellow leather collar encircled her neck. Her platform heels were the only other thing covering part of her body. Seeing as the heels were mostly see through, her feet were basically on display as much as everything below her neck. Her body was toned and physically fit with smaller breasts. Her pierced navel and a barcode tattoo on her left front area of her pelvis were the only noticeable changes to her body.
"Greetings Miss, I am your personal attendant for the show. Anything you need to make your evening better is my pleasure to help you attain. Anything I can do or take care of right now?"
"Not that I can think of other than what I should call you. Do you have a name?"
"You may call me whatever you wish, Miss. My real name is gone at the moment and the Mistresses don't like us being special or to think we are a person. If they need to get the attention of one of us, usually a portion of our barcode is used. That usually means I get called PUSHY most of the time or six nine."
Emma looked at the tattoo on her pelvis more closely as letters and numbers were displayed below the barcode. It read as PUSHY - 06 - 09 - 1993. Emma had an idea what the numbers meant but not the letters. So she asked if it meant anything.
"What do you mean your real name is gone?"
"Much of my past is hidden from me through hypnotic conditioning. While I have been training in traditional ways, hypnosis is a major part of it. But that is all I can say about it as I am literally conditioned not to be able to talk about it and many other things including who I was before, Miss."
Emma frowned but it sounded like the woman couldn't give her more on many questions so she asked what the barcode tattoo meant.
"The letters indicate to the Mistresses and clients the various tracts we are on at the Academy. No I don't know its official name as that is locked away in my head or removed. The numbers indicate an individual's birth date. That is mostly used for clients who want a certain age range and another form to differentiate us for the Mistresses if multiple are on the same track, Miss."
"What does PUSHY stand for?"
"The P is one I have heard multiple words associated with so I am unsure which is the correct term. I have heard premium, personal, preferential, and permanent. U is for unaltered. Before you ask, the navel piercing is from my old life and left alone. My tattoo is actually temporary and changeable unlike most others. Basically the Mistresses or clients are not allowed to alter me in any permanent physical way. S stands for my specialty training which is service. That includes domestic and sexual among others. H is for the experimental training in which mine is hypnosis. The last is mostly for clients as it lets them know if sex and orgasms are allowed. Y should be self explanatory and I am thankful I am not on the tease and denial track. Is there anything else, Miss?"
"Why were you chosen for this versus a more normal arrangement?"
"If you didn't personally choose me, then I have no idea. I just learned about it early today during one of my training sessions. My training mistress was informed that my services were personally requested and attained by a VIP. I assumed it was you who had, Miss."
"Why are you wearing the hood and collar but nothing else?"
"Sorry Miss, if you didn't request it then I don't know who other than it was in the instructions. I usually greet clients naked the first time so they can see what they are getting. I brought a couple of quick outfits to change into if you prefer but I don't know why the hood was requested as the collar is pretty standard for my station. It appears someone else made these arrangements for you. Hopefully I am not a disappointment as I promise to serve you fully in any way you desire, Miss."
"You will be fine, PUSHY. How did you know to call me Miss rather than something else?"
"With my service specialty and the request for the show this evening, I was given the rest of the time leading up to this to study and get to know you so that I knew how to best serve you. I was given a folder with plenty of useful information but also watched many of your public videos. I assumed as your general response to what people should call you, Miss seemed most appropriate."
Emma noticed footsie returned with the items she asked for. She hadn't stopped playing with the nipple of titclits. She gave it a little extra squeeze causing a mild yelp as she looked over at titclits with her flushed face and her chest expanding and contracting with each deep breath. Emma finally stopped playing with titclits as a thought crossed her mind. She took the time to stand up before asking,
"PUSHY, would you like to play with these two during the show and moreover if there are breaks during? They are currently having a competition between the two with one getting rewarded at the end of the night and the other punished."
PUSHY briefly looked a bit shocked before making a more neutral face. She clearly was thinking about something but Emma waited patiently before responding, "As you wish, Miss."
Emma had already retrieved the strap-on harness from footsie. She was adjusting it as she looked up at PUSHY who was staring at the phallus sticking out towards her.
"See something you like?"
"Yes Miss."
Emma grinned as she asked, "Do you want to get fucked by me?"
"If it pleases you, Miss."
"That isn't what I asked."
"I know Miss. I'm sorry. My wants and more importantly my pleasure are irrelevant. I am here to serve you as you wish."
Emma caught the quick wink from PUSHY when she said pleasure. It took a moment but Emma realized she couldn't ask or mention it more, literally. This was a public area and no doubt their interaction was being watched. Emma didn't want to get her in trouble by asking for answers she couldn't give but she could give commands to the servant.
"We don't have much time but I want you to pleasure and torment these two equally throughout the show without interrupting anyone and allowing them to still watch it. If they give their safeword, move on to the other or something else for at least a minute to allow them to recover. Try to get them to orgasm before they can use their safeword and I will reward you well. Now these are their limits…"
Emma went through the information to pass on as much as possible before the lights went out and the show began. She didn't get to do the pre-show shenanigans but what she set up for those two was much worse. Part of her felt bad that they wouldn't peacefully enjoy the show unlike herself but they wanted this as well. At the very least it will be memorable for them, hopefully in a positive way.
The show started with a lithe naked woman entering to stand in front of a small clear box. The dimensions were not easy for Emma to tell. The woman stepped over the box and laid down on her back with only her upper body to her ass fit inside. She folded her legs over her head. Her knees bent inwards as the ends of her legs, with the help of her hands, tucked in around her head. Emma watched as she turned her head to the side and readjusted her arms.
"Lid" was called out as someone offstage brought the clear lid with multiple latches. As the lid settled with a small amount of pressure, the latches snapped shut on the sides. The handle near the head of the box was lifted and she was propped at an angle so the box standing up enough for the audience could see more. It was an incredibly tight fit inside. Barely thick enough for her turned head to fit as her ears were flattened. Her hips looked awkward and out of place but a big part of how she fit. Emma was close enough to see her pussy and ass smashed against the box and on display for everyone to see.
There were multiple contortionists who continued displaying various feats which were all interesting to Emma. She couldn't do any of these things. It was an interesting way to start the show. Yet there was one final contortionist.
A stand with a small metal contraption attached to it was center stage as another woman entered. As the audience watched the side view, she quickly lifted the top half which was mere inches from the base. The phallus sticking out the contraption disappeared as the woman's head slid forward engulfing it. Once she took the full length, her neck was in position as she lowered the top half as it clicked shut.
She fumbled with clamps connected to springs at the back end of the contraption. Finally getting a hold of one, she managed to clip it to her nipple. Repeating the process she managed to do the same to the other.
Using her arms to brace herself, she kicked up her first leg back over her body until her foot cleared her head. At that point she kicked the second up until both feet were past her head. Her back looked disfigured as she continued to contort her body as her feet touched the stand above her head. Using her hands she pulled her feet back towards the contraption until they lined up with the open rings that were inches from the sides of her nose. The rings were individually clicked shut.
To finish she slid her hands into metal balls attached to the structure. As both were in flush the last rings snapped shut around her wrists.
The woman made her first attempts to escape as her stand was slowly turned by another person allowing the audience to fully see how she was locked from different angles. Her back was bent in a gruesome angle with the clamps on her nipples now pulled by the springs with the way her body contorted. It looked not just uncomfortable but painful and she was making no headway to escape. Emma herself didn't know what to think knowing her body could never do that. But it was sexy and demanding which Emma liked in her own bondage dilemmas.
This ended the first act and led to an intermission announcing them as The Malleables. PUSHY once again offered her services to Emma. Emma herself was contemplating how to test and push her submissives further in their competition. Emma decided to ask PUSHY some things, which set up what came next.
Emma took a moment to watch as footsie started in on attacking PUSHY's muff. She was the only one of the four who had access down there, not that Emma made it easy or free to truly enjoy. PUSHY would need to call out her safeword to hold back her orgasm or the person would gain extra merits if they encouraged her to cum without. PUSHY had her own cost of cumming without permission.
With the other two busy, Emma’s attention turned to titclits. It was titclit's turn to practice her oral skills on Emma. Emma had been wearing the strap-on since before the show started and had been waiting to use it. She motioned for titclits to begin. Despite knowing the better she performed the more she could be rewarded towards the competition, titclits was tentative and not very enthusiastic. Emma wondered if titclits really wanted to win the competition.
PUSHY had called out her safeword a couple times before the intermission ended. Everyone ended up back in place with PUSHY teasing them again for the second act.
The stage was dark as the sound of a guitar started up and lights lit up on two figures in gimp suits playing the guitar. A third light shined on a woman in full latex standing front center stage. As the vocals started she began her performance.
A fourth light exposed a box-like shape just after the vocals started. It was clear the voice came from the cube structure. As Emma looked closer she noticed a humanoid shape encased what looked like a cube shaped vacuum bed. The frame held as the latex pulled taut around the encased body. Her mouth clearly was in an opening not just allowing her to breathe but sing as well. Emma imagined it wasn't easy.
Emma quickly realized the song was a cover to "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls. The latex clad performer finished in sync with the song. As one could imagine there was plenty of touching and masturbation. It didn't help that Emma was already quite horny.
Emma found that a drummer and others needed for musical acts came and went as needed during the different performances.
This was followed by a parade of latex nuns performing to a cover of Madonna's "Like A Virgin." This elicited plenty of laughs at some of the antics. None more so when the lights brightened as a symbol to God touching them and one nun dropping to the ground moaning. The vibrator she pulled out was also larger than one would expect a virgin nun using for her first time.
More covers followed with "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails and "Bad Girlfriend" by Theory of A Deadman. The skit to the former was probably a bit creepy for some. The latter's skit was easily the most erotic of the four so far. It left Emma wanting to play with that bad girlfriend.
The next cover was also quite the turn on. "I Think I'm Paranoid" by Garbage was performed. The skit found a woman subdued by latex clad orderlies. She found herself restrained in a straitjacket before she was gagged and hooded then bound to a wheelchair by leather restraints.
The next two covers turned out to be quite fun. The first was "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger. Emma was quite proud of the guy who took the song a little too seriously and impaled his rear. He took it like a champ and left Emma curious as to the feeling. The other cover was "Sex And Candy" by Marcy's Playground. The skit had plenty of candy and sex with candy. It left Emma hungry and horny for some sweets.
The next song cover was a bit of a tone change. As "Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence was performed, Emma found herself conflicted. She loved the song and the band even if this was just a cover and different. It was more of the words and what they meant to her. It detracted from her ability to watch the skit and their interpretation as she got lost in her own head and insecurities.
By the time Emma got out of her own head and reminded herself to "enjoy the experience," the next song and act were being performed. Their take on "Master And Servant" by Depeche Mode was well under way. What Emma quickly noticed about this one was all the non-band performers appeared to be male. Every other one clearly had at least one female performer. It also turned out to be the last performance of the act as the announcer asked the crowd to give it up for "Titillation In Latex."
Applause ensued followed by the second intermission. It ended up similar to the first but footsie and titclits switched positions. PUSHY was getting serviced by titclits and footsie was working on Emma’s erect man pole. The irony wasn't missed by either of them that his pole was currently limp and locked away. He was definitely more into winning than his wife and was deepthroating it sooner rather than later. Even the initial gagging subsided before the end.
The second intermission was over and quick adjustments were made to what the three submissives were doing. Emma had noticed that titclits did well in getting PUSHY to use her safeword even if she was well behind in the competition. Emma was giving her two competitive submissives once last check as PUSHY rolled a condom over Emma’s strap-on and spit on it before bobbing her head up and down. PUSHY was trying to sit on it when the lights went out. Emma not wanting to interrupt those behind her or give PUSHY much mercy, grabbed PUSHY's waist and pulled down until her ass was fully impaled. A squeal and a groan escaped into the darkness. Emma eventually found PUSHY's breasts and fondled them as she waited for the action to begin.
The final act of the show started with a single female dancer floating across stage like a cross between classic ballet and contemporary dance. Her outfit was anything but traditional besides the classic ballet toe shoes. Her leotard, if one could call it that, was a metallic silver colored made out what looked like latex. As her movements continued, it was clear they were crotchless giving those paying attention to that area ample view. Her legs were not covered in traditional tights as much as fishnets which were seemingly crotchless as well. She also seemed to have butterfly-like wings attached to her back.
What probably caught the most attention or at least Emma’s was her wrists and ankles were encased by metal cuffs with one to two foot length chains extending off of each one. As she kicked, twirled, leapt, and performed various moves, the chains swung in rhythm around, over, and even between parts of her. It was mesmerizing as well as amazing. She managed not to hurt herself as her elegance and grace led to what seemed a mistake free performance.
Emma could appreciate the dance elements alone as she had performed simple variations in her youth. The added chains magnified the difficulty and danger. That didn't include an outfit that left her intimate parts exposed throughout the performance. Appreciation wasn't Emma’s only thoughts, lust was also at the forefront causing Emma her own discomfort.
Later in the performance a chain dropped from the ceiling and she incorporated that into her routine as she climbed, flipped, and twirled around. During all those movements, the dancer wrapped the chain from the ceiling around her waist and into a tight crotch tie that caused her to grunt. The click surprised the crowd including Emma as she locked herself to the chain that was digging through nether regions from front to back. Soon her ankles were bound. One leg looped up behind her head and the other leg held straight to the chain below her. Her wrists bound over her head leaving all four limbs connected to the long chain from above.
Emma watched as the bound dancer was lifted by the chain with most of her weight held by the chain from the back of the crotch. The main thing that kept her upright was her bound wrists and ankles. It had to be digging in as she smiled to the audience as she rose. Deep down, Emma was jealous at the thought of experiencing that turned herself on significantly.
Emma was so enthralled and lost in her own fantasy she barely noticed the start of the next act. The crack of the whip snapped her out of it.
A naked woman except for ballet toe shoes froze as she had leapt halfway across the stage in a dance. Another woman dressed in a uniform of sorts entered the other side carrying a whip. Her uniform top barely covered her breasts. Her skirt was about as short as the one footsie wore but tighter. Her fishnets only came to her thighs. And like the others, she wore ballet toe shoes.
The naked woman spun around in a 180 on one foot as her other leg kicked back. Her arms flailed out like she was swimming. But she didn't do much else as the whip lashed out and snagged her by her ankle. The naked woman's leg was pulled up until nearly parallel with the floor. Her escape was thwarted at the moment as the whip wielding woman inched closer.
A mock struggle dance ensued, leaving the naked woman in leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Two more chains came down from the ceiling. The naked woman soon found her ankles locked to one chain in a standing split with her bottom foot on her toes as the only part touched the floor. Her arms were pulled parallel to the floor and attached to the second chain. She then slowly began spinning on her toes of her one foot as the chain that held her wrist turned in a circle.
The uniformed woman briefly disappeared before coming back with a large leather slapper. As she closed in on the rotating woman, she swung the slapper. The sound reverberated from the stage followed by a cry of anguish. A dozen more came as the intensity of each swing picked up as did the cries. The woman's ass was glowing red where the strikes landed.
After the initial strikes, the uniformed woman reverse pivoted into a pirouette. She continued the motion until her fifth rotation, she stuck out her slapper and connected with her rotating counterpart. The impact on the woman's pussy was louder than others on her ass as was the blood curdling scream. The uniform woman finished her last pirouette into a bow as the gasps from the crowd finished.
Emma herself nearly exploded especially after the last strike landed. She was so horny and desperate and truly down right jealous. She wanted to cum so bad and the pain and discomfort she was causing herself as her vaginal muscles contracted only exacerbated the issue. Heaven and hell filled her and she quietly loved it all. She wished she was as skilled as these women so she could experience this herself.
The uniformed woman stepped forward to take another bow when another woman in a full body catsuit, which covered every part of her including her head, appeared. She tumbled and flipped across the stage until she was just behind the uniformed woman who was finishing standing up from her bow. Emma noticed the cat ears as part of the hood as the catsuit woman ripped off the top of the uniform of the uniformed woman before tumbling off stage again.
The uniformed woman was shocked and immediately dropped the leather slapper to cover up herself. In the woman's confusion, the catsuit woman tumbled out and landed in a slide on her knees, tearing the uniformed woman's skirt off. The two set off in their own dance with each other that ended with the catsuit woman, on the ground, locked in the splits to a metal bar. Steel manacles encircled her wrists with what seemed to be about a twelve inch chain between.
That was only the start of her fast forming punishment. The catsuit had zippers that were opened to expose the breasts and pussy of the defeated woman. The former uniformed woman, who was now in a thong, ripped fishnet stockings, and toe shoes, produced four locks. The first two locks were threaded through pierced holes in the catsuit woman's nipples before threaded through a different link in the chain of the manacles, leaving maybe a couple inches of movement without stretching her nipples. That wasn't as sinister as when she threaded the other two locks through holes in the woman's labia and locked in around the bar.
Two more chains came from above and were attached to the bar before slowly lifting the woman. The woman ended up hanging upside down while still in the splits. But Emma could tell that gravity made it difficult as she saw the center mass of the woman's body pull down. This caused her pussy to pull away from the bar, stretching her locked labia. With her hands bound to her nipples, she didn't have access to do anything to release that strain.
The last woman standing took a few steps forward to the front of the stage before her legs folded under her. Her upper body splayed out across the floor soon after.
The pause didn't last long as sinister music started up. Two tall costumed figures entered from opposite sides of the stage. The duo spotted their prey on the ground and creepily danced their way to their victim. Reaching their victim, they grabbed an arm each and started a tug-of-war until she was on her feet. One eventually broke her away from the other which led to a varied dance sequence in which she was passed, tossed, flipped, and generally made to look like a rag doll.
During the performance the woman lost her thong which was used to gag her along with a length of chain around her head to lock it in place. Heavy iron cuffs were added to her wrists and ankles. A chain harness wrapped around her upper body that also had chains wrap tightly around the base of each breast. A small chain was fed from her wrist through the ring of her pierced clit to the other wrist as each end of the chain was locked to the cuffs.
She found a chain noose lower from above and locked around her neck as she was lowered to her knees. It was tight enough you could see a bit of strain as she adjusted but seemed to be able to breathe. Her predicament worsened when heavy chains were attached to each nipple ring. The opposing ends of the chain crossed the front of her midsection and were attached to the opposite ankle cuffs. The chains were not long enough for her feet to touch the floor. This meant she had to hold her ankles up to not pull on her nipples and breasts more than they already were.
She was struggling to maintain balance on her knees as she would rock back and forth, choking herself intermittently. She would kick out her legs or try to lower them for balance causing her to scream as she stretched her nipples. At times she tried to use her hands causing her to pull on her clit ring. It was a precarious situation with no comfort and much suffering, leaving Emma desperate for her own release.
The two costumed figures continued their own interpretive dance which led to them finally knocking each other out with headbutt. The four bound women remained on stage or suspended above it as the stage faded to black. They were introduced as the Dreams In Chains. The actors and actresses were individually introduced with a spotlight on each as they were announced as the show ended.
Last minute announcements were given as many started exiting the theater.
Emma squeezed the nipples of PUSHY, causing some whimpers as she whispered into her ear, "Do you think you deserved to be fucked until you cum?"
"If that is what you desire, Miss."
Emma squeezed her nipples harder until she cried out. Her body pivoted as much as it could with her ass still impaled. It didn't go unnoticed by Emma as she thrusted up causing another shriek as she whispered again, "You didn't answer my question properly. There are only two options: yes or no."
She gave an extra thrust into PUSHY who quickly screamed out, "I can't."
Emma had footsie and titclits move to the front on their knees to watch as she commanded PUSHY, "Ride my cock like it's your last chance ever at an orgasm."
PUSHY wasted no time and used what she could to start bouncing up and down. Her ass may have been PUSHY's focus but Emma still hadn't let go of her nipples. So PUSHY's tits bounced up and down her nipples were being abused as were squeezed tighter and yanked on by her own motions. She made plenty of noises including what Emma took as moans. After a few minutes Emma started countering her so that she thrusted up as PUSHY came down.
"Please?" PUSHY started begging.
"Ask for it. Beg for it."
With a whimper, PUSHY responded, "I can't. I'm sorry. I physically can't."
Emma had momentarily forgotten about the hypnosis. She let go of PUSHY's nipples and slid her arms up. Her finger slid behind PUSHY's neck and locked together in a full nelson. This reduced PUSHY's mobility and gave Emma more control as she pounded PUSHY's ass until she screamed out an orgasm. Emma offered no respite as she continued while PUSHY endured the throes of her orgasm.
Emma finally relented and ordered footsie and titclits to help PUSHY up. PUSHY hadn't recovered from her orgasm yet. But once they were all standing, including Emma, she ordered them to bend PUSHY over the seat and hold her there. Removing the used condom, Emma entered PUSHY's sopping wet pussy without a word.
Emma was aware she had attracted a crowd again but went to work silently pounding PUSHY's other hole. It didn't take long for PUSHY to scream out her next orgasm with the increased audience. Emma wasn't ready to stop and pushed through another one. PUSHY was soon begging Emma to stop to the point she used her safeword.
Emma did stop but asked, "Don't you want to be a good servant for me? *smack* To have one final orgasm. *smack* To show your training and willingness to serve more for mine than your own pleasure. *smack* To suffer from pleasure rather than pain. *smack* To push past what you think you can handle. *smack* Give me one more as a sign you are the premium servant. *smack*"
What started as whimpers, quickly turned into moans with each spank on PUSHY's tushy. This led to PUSHY yelling out, "Yes. Give me one more. Please, yes. I need to serve."
Emma gave one final slap as she vigorously began her trek to give PUSHY one last orgasm from her. It was less of footsie and titclits holding her down as much as they held her up at this point. Her energy seemed spent but in many ways Emma was cruelly taking one more even if she had permission. The first three orgasms seemed intense and PUSHY's body language verified it. It didn't deter Emma to push her to one more.
When it finally arrived PUSHY screamed out again. Her body violently shook as Emma penetrated her the full length one last time before leaning over the top of her and hugging her.
"I can't. It's too much."
"It's okay, sweetie. This one was mine. The one I wanted and still need. But it is yours. Enjoy my gift to you."
Emma continued to hold her tightly as her body continued to endure the rest of the orgasm and the aftereffects. In time they let her sit and recover with some fluids and a snack. There was some interaction with the crowd before most of it dispersed. Emma and the others then escorted to her extra clothes and eventually back to her room.
Before PUSHY went in, she turned to Emma, "Thank you for allowing me to serve you. If you find out who chose me for you, thank them also. I look forward to serving you again if there is an opportunity."
"It will be at least five next time. Are you sure you can handle it?"
With a bit of a smirk, PUSHY replied, "Not likely but I am willing to try. It's training I don't get. That was more in one night than I have had in over a year and never had more than 2 in a day."
"So you just want more orgasms from me. That's why you want to do it again."
"Well you are more attentive than most to know I want things I often can't say. Plus I like you and I think you're sexy. I will gladly take your punishment for training me and making me feel good about it. And the idea of having yours was super sexy. Makes me wonder if you have had service training."
Emma just laughed cause she knew PUSHY could only respond so much and she needed to finish her date.
Her final words to PUSHY, "Enjoy the rest of your evening and hopefully I didn't get you in too much trouble."
A shrug from PUSHY as she answered, "Worth it."
Back in Greg and Macy's room, Emma and the other two took a few minutes to care for their needs before moving to the end of their date.
As her two submissives knelt in front of her still in their show outfits, Emma announced, "Hopefully you two have enjoyed your evening. The winner of the evening's competition is footsie. He displayed his submission fully while pushing his limits further and performing with dedication. As for titclits, while beautiful and sexy, you resisted more than I had hoped and didn't expand your limits or get out of your comfort zone nearly as much as footsie. As part of your punishment, you will watch as footsie gets his reward before you get what you earned tonight."
Emma took her time as she bound titclits to one of the chairs in the room. Her ankles and wrists were quickly bound followed by her waist and just below her breasts. She took a moment to play with titclits' amazing nipples until she pinched them causing a squeal. She could also tell titclits was unhappy from the results.
She then caressed titclits face before telling her, "It's not all doom and gloom. If you take your punishment like a good slave, I may reward you in the end."
Emma moved on to footsie for his reward and asked, "Are you ready for what you earned?"
"Yes Miss," footsie responded as Emma reached under footsie's skirt to grab his cage.
Emma gently fondled his balls as she told him with enough emphasis that his wife could hear, "You will get to do what your wife refuses to let you do to her. You are going to fuck my ass the way you want to use hers. If you want to be rough, that is fine. I may be a bit sore from earlier but I don't mind."
Emma retrieved Greg's chastity key and handed it to him. She then moved to stand in front of Macy whose face was red. Emma turned her back to her and started unzipping the back zipper to her catsuit just below her waist. As she opened it, the back of her own chastity belt was exposed with bits of flesh. Her back hole was exposed as much as her belt allowed as more of her flesh tried to spill out of the tight latex catsuit as the zipper stopped as she reached between her legs.
Bending down and reaching for her ankles, the latex catsuit pulled wider giving Macy more of a view as Emma said, "If you had tried harder and were more open minded, our roles could have been reversed and this could be you instead."
Emma didn't look back but various noises came from Macy. Emma instead focused on the person who earned her current attention. She saw that Greg had his chastity cage off as his penis stood erect. She grinned and grabbed some lube as she sashayed her way over to him. Two fingers looped around the 'D' ring of his collar as she dragged the cross dressed school girl back in front of his wife.
"Show her what she is missing out on. Use me in the way you most want to use her. But don't you dare cum without permission."
Emma found herself on her back on the bed after adjusting Macy's chair so she could get a better view. Emma held the stilettos of her boots over her head giving ample access as Greg prepped himself to enter her. She had been fucked plenty earlier in the day, so the average sized cock would be much more manageable. This was especially true when compared to Zee's husband, who had been the last person to take her and stretched her rectum in a capacity she had never endured before.
Greg was being far more tender than Emma wanted as the tip of his penis put pressure on her anal ring. He was supposed to be treating her like she was his wife so that made sense. The discomfort from the soreness as he bypassed her ring had Emma slipping a soft moan. She was so horny from various experiences throughout the day but the end of the show had her desperate enough to consider release despite what it would cost her both mentally and physically.
He fully entered Emma slowly and stopped much to her dismay as he started to take off her thigh high boot. Emma quickly stopped him, "Good slaves make me cum first before they worship my feet. But since I am be generous, you may worship my boots instead while you fuck me. And I do hope you fuck me well since your slave wife doesn't want to enjoy this like I do."
Greg stopped trying to take her boot off and switched to licking the length of the back of her boot down to the tip of the stiletto.
"Her perfect feet and nipples that I am envious of. Yet she is tied to a chair, locked away in chastity like me, and dressed similar to me. But rejects the chance at being pleasured by her husband in a way he wants, while dressed in a way she wishes he would fuck her while wearing. All of this because she is unwilling to sully her anal flower again even for the man he loves even though she makes his love hole get deflowered. Guess it's…"
"ENOUGH!" shouted Macy. "This is over you home wrecking cunt. GET OUT!"
Emma and Greg had been startled and quickly stopped as they looked at Macy. She was struggling mightily against her bonds. Her red face was a portrait of pure hatred. If looks could kill, Emma thought.
"NOW!" Macy screeched.
Greg quickly pulled out and made for his wife. Emma was trying to figure out the situation as she tried to sit up.
"Don't touch me you cheating mother fucker," Macy screamed at Greg before adding, "Though you better untie me now."
Emma had been a little slow getting up and a bit confused but Macy wasn't finished.
"I said get out. Don't you dare come back. If I get free before you leave…"
Macy continued her yelling and screaming. Emma tried to shut her out as she figured out what to do. She stood up and looked around. She found herself in the bag she brought and grabbed a few things. She tossed the key ring that included the chastity key for Macy on the bed. She then headed to the door and looked back.
"What do you want, BITCH?" Macy snarled.
Emma was distraught at this point but answered anyway, "I'm sorry. I had hoped things would end better."
She had been looking back and forth between the two.
"You can keep what I leave behind."
Then Emma pointedly looked at Macy, "You should stop lying to everyone, especially yourself."
That just set Macy off again as her verbal rampage restarted as she was still mostly restrained to the chair, "Fuck you, you wannabe goddess. You're fucking nobody. It's a true wonder why all these people are interested and suck up to a liar like you. I'm going to expose and ruin you. You will wish…"
The door had closed behind Emma as she was in the hallway. Multiple people were peeking out of their rooms to see what was going on. Emma couldn't help but blush as she began her own walk of shame. She hadn't even zipped up her catsuit leaving her partially exposed but that was the least of her embarrassment.
She heard a blood curdling scream from Greg followed by more Macy screaming, "You won't be needing those again for a long time if ever."
That was promptly followed by another scream from Greg. While Emma wanted to turn back, she knew she would only make things worse. Others were already knocking on the door and security passed Emma not long after. As she found a stairwell leading outside, Emma made her decision not to head back to her suite. She found herself heading in the opposite direction while traversing a few decks to a place she had seen once before.
Emma knew she wasn't thinking rationally when she put herself in this predicament. The position was uncomfortable but what made it worse was the cold breeze of the ocean. The catsuit wouldn't have helped a ton but it would have been better than it was, pooled at the tops of her boots. She had already locked her ankles in the stocks when she decided to torment herself further and remove the catsuit as much as she could. She was also surprised to find nipple clamps and extra weights in which she attached them to her nipples and her septum ring. With the timer set, at the max time of eight hours just like the self bondage beds in the rooms, Emma let the upper portion of the stocks close.
With her head and arms trapped like her ankles, Emma’s walls broke down. She was thankful no one was around to suffer through wails of anger and frustration. Tears poured out and the crisp wind blew them away along with bringing the unforgiving chill. Bent over was bad enough after a while but the wind blew the weights hanging from her nipples and septum ring. Pain was her friend and enemy. More of her enemy tonight as she refused to enter her subspace. She wanted to suffer. No, she needed to.
But she probably bit off more than she could chew as she was losing feeling in various parts of her body. No amount of wiggling helped to warm her up or get her feeling back. She had earned this and done this herself. Still deflated and defeated from the day, she felt it was for the best.
It felt like she was there forever but her tears still kept coming when a group of people came around the corner towards her. She was torn between a sense of relief and disappointment.
It was less of a surprise to Emma when she saw the first person break away and rushed over to her. She apparently had a blanket as she unfolded it before draping it over the back of Emma. Even though she barely had time to acclimate to the warmth, blocking the cold chilly breeze out did wonders. The look on Ophelia's face sent a cold sinking feeling into the pit of her stomach.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Emma frowned, "No, I needed to suffer. To punish myself."
"Why didn't you come to me? While I had plans for you tonight, I could have punished you."
While the tears had briefly stopped, Emma found herself begging, "Please punish me."
Ophelia grabbed the swinging weight connected to Emma's septum and gave a tug before sending it swinging with more force.
"I definitely plan to but not here and not tonight."
"Why not?"
"I will punish you when I am good and ready. And not when I am about to freeze my tits off, unlike you."
Emma probably would have snorted if she hadn't been crying so much recently. Instead what came out sounded much worse.
"It's not that cold."
"Says the shivering unicorn."
They both laughed as Ophelia removed the weights hanging from Emma. Emma had been more focused on Ophelia that she didn't notice the two security guys near until they pulled up the top of the stocks. Another set of hands behind her, helped her stand before releasing her legs from the lower stocks. Emma found herself lowered back first onto a stretcher. As blankets were put over her, the warmth increased her drowsiness. She hadn't fully dozed off when she heard someone say infirmary.
"No, I hurt her… Don't take me there."
"Hurt who, Macy?" asked Ophelia.
"No… yes… maybe… not who I meant. I hurt Miss Keys… and others. I didn't mean to. I don't want to hurt you or others. Isolate me. Put me in my cell until the trip is over even if no one visits or send me home. I'm a fraud and I don't belong. Just let me apologize to her before I go."
It took nearly everything for Emma to stay conscious to say that. That stroking of her hair felt nice as she drifted to sleep. It's why she was unsure if what she heard was real or part of a dream.
"You will get your chance epsilon. As will I get my chance to truly apologize to you."