The drive was only a few hours, but they often stopped for dinner on their way to the club, just to get the evening started. They were in rather revealing clothes, so they were a little uneasy going into a restaurant, but this had happened before. About once a month, in fact, when Dawn and Cindy went to the club with their Domme, Brenda, who was also Cindy's eldest daughter. Perhaps that was a little odd, but mom and daughter made it work well, and Cindy's good friend Dawn joined in on the fun as Brenda's other submissive.
The three of them were regulars at the BDSM Club in Dallas and had been there often, always having a good time. Brenda made sure they dressed in revealing clothes whenever they went, which often got them invited to go on-stage, but never stopped them from dining out or staying at a good hotel on their trip. Many evenings, they entered a nice restaurant and had the eyes of most of the diners on them as they were seated.
On this particular night, they again wore revealing clothes on their way to Dallas. Many patrons, and especially a young waiter, got a nice eyeful of cleavage and nipples as the ladies' large, bra-less breasts were barely hidden beneath thin blouses, intentionally open just one button too far. Their short skirts enhanced their legs, which could be seen all the way up to their barely covered asses. The waiter couldn't help but try to glimpse and see if they wore panties, but he just couldn't tell for sure; were they wearing thongs with a transparent patch over their pussies, or not? They were. While they didn't mean to, they always put on a show when they dined out.
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On arriving at the club, they checked in, and the manager recognized them as popular monthly regulars. He had presided over Cindy and Dawn being on stage before, being used and abused for the entertainment of the audience. He asked if either of them wanted to be that night's main attraction, as they had something special planned. Dawn didn't hesitate, knowing from her past experiences that the thrill of whatever they had planned would be well worth it. She volunteered, and when the time came, Dawn was escorted backstage to get ready.
There was something addictive about being the center of attention, hearing the audience cheer your torment, and getting aroused by the spanks and stings of paddles and floggers, crops and canes, all in front of their eyes. After the initial shock of being hit, each strike still hurt, but was also a turn on, backed by the certain knowledge of the powerful orgasms that always followed. There was a craving for more strikes, more pain, leading to more arousal, until eventually Dawn would explode in orgasm. It never failed, so although she always felt the pain, it transformed into an increasing desire that drove her to want it, to need it, to endure it all for its intense reward.
Tonight, Dawn was to be the model for a rope bondage demonstration. The mere thought of being the evening's main entertainment was in itself such a turn-on, being so completely exposed and vulnerable. And while she knew one safe word would get her out of the bondage and the pain, she also doubted she would ever say it. She never wanted it to stop in the past, despite the pain, and she knew her body would always be craving more as the pain turned her on, even though she might be screaming loudly as it was happening.
And so it started. Dawn was brought on stage, stripped naked in front of the cheering crowd, and then the girls worked on some very intricate and secure rope bondage, showing the audience all the turns and ties they made. Dawn ended up with her legs pulled up, her knees almost to her breasts, and totally exposed since her knees were also pulled apart by the ropes. She watched as the girls tied ropes around her breasts, tightening them until they were squeezed, red, swollen, and very sensitive. It hurt quite a bit and she occasionally yelled "Shit!" or "Fuck!" to relieve her stress. Then they put a hood over her head, and she could not see anything. She felt herself being lifted off the stage and then placed on some kind of apparatus and secured there. She had no idea what the apparatus was or what they were going to do next, but she knew she was powerless and could do nothing about it, all in total view of the audience.
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Dawn was very aware of the sounds of the crowd, some talking, some laughing, others gasping slightly. It seemed certain that something was being prepared for her, and it would not be comfortable, whatever it was. But her adrenaline was pumping as she listened intently for any clue as to what was happening around her. Soon, she felt a strap of some sort put around her ankle, then the feel of a light touch as something was being traced around her body, over every inch of her, grazing over her legs, buttocks, breasts, and pussy. And then it began, the light bite of an electrical shock. Dawn found out afterward that the light touch was a wand that was connected to a box where the amount of electric shock could be adjusted.
At first, she was just reacting to the feel of the tip of the wand touching her body, but soon the shocks became noticeable as the person using the wand was touching her nipples. She felt a sharp pain on her nipple at the moment that the tormentor shocked her, which left a sting behind as the person moved on. Next, she felt the pain on her buttocks, another sting as the shock was administered, and then a zap to her nearby rosebud. She yelled "Fuck!" loudly a few more times as each shock was given, with Dawn having no idea where it would come next. The audience was cheering as the tormentor moved about her body, even on her face, which drew a few gasps from the women in attendance.
Then her tormentor moved to her very exposed and very wet pussy. The electric shocks at this point hurt, but also had the effect of arousing Dawn, whose erect nipples and soaking pussy were evidence. And whoever was running the shock wand was very adept at prolonging things; he or she started with a lower level of shock, but after zapping Dawn's cunt a few times and making her jerk, they raised the level. Dawn could hear the next zap as the spark bit her hard! It hurt a lot more, partly by being applied to her cunt, zapping her labia, but also because of the higher voltage level, which caused a spark that had to jump a fraction of an inch, and would have been a visible spark if there weren't floodlights on her body. Dawn began jerking and twisting in pain, swearing more profoundly with colorful phrasing like "You fucking asshole" and such. Her reaction was strong enough that the tormentor paused and then moved on to the next flavor of assault on Dawn's body.
Unseen by her, the operator of the electric shock device attached wires to a large phallus-like device. The tormentor then positioned near her spread-open legs and inserted the phallus into her pussy. In moments, Dawn felt strong electric shocks tingling all around her cunt, with intense pain, and somehow also intense pleasure as the phallus' electric shocks jolted and aroused her deeply. She screamed at the blindness and pain, yelling "Fuck!", "You fucking asshole!" and more. She started to spasm and cum, and shrieked with the pain/pleasure combination she was feeling. Dawn was having such a strong orgasm that her muscles were cramping as she came over and over. She could feel herself lost in the orgasms, so intense that she screamed hysterically. The dildo-like rod in her cunt continued to send jolts through her, and she could not stop cumming. She could hear the cheers of the crowd as she breathed between screams.
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Then Dawn felt them attach something to the ropes that wrapped her body, which then lifted her up and off the apparatus she was on. With the hood still over her head, she didn't see what it was. She was still bound in the ropes, but now suspended in the air over the stage. She felt hands, probably those of the girls who did the ropes, making some adjustments. Her knees, which were tied almost to her breasts, were allowed to move away from her body and stretch out to their normal position, but they were still spread widely and held apart by the ropes. This opened her entire body to access for whatever was coming. As she began to recoup her senses after the electric shocks and orgasms, they opened the hood and placed a ball gag in her mouth, then closed the hood again. So she was restrained and suspended over the stage, tilted almost upright, it seemed, with her head much higher than her feet so the audience could see her body spread and exposed, helpless and waiting... but for what?
Then the lashes began as she was swatted with some sort of flogger, she guessed, on her buttocks. It hurt quite a bit and made her flinch, but more from surprise than from pain. She awaited another strike, but it didn't come for several moments. Whoever was lashing her was slow and deliberate. The next strike was on her belly, and that sensitive skin felt it deeply. She screamed, but with the ball gag in her mouth, no one heard her. Soon she felt a strong lash on her nipples, which really stung those erect and sensitive nubs. She realized her tormentor must be very adept at striking her randomly and accurately, and only the intense pain of the strikes kept her from admiring his or her skill.
The random lashing continued, inflicting pain with some accompanying arousal, on every part of her body. Every strike came without warning, always hurt a lot, and was accompanied by cheers from the audience. They definitely loved seeing a woman tormented as she was bound and helpless. Dawn suffered hard strikes to her buttocks, belly, breasts and nipples, inner thighs, and the backs of her legs. The pain was tremendous, but spaced as the flogger was patient. This allowed Dawn to experience a pleasurable moment after the pain subsided but before the next strike came, always on a different part of her body.
As the assault continued, Dawn tried to scream, but the gag in her mouth didn't allow anyone to hear her. Then the inevitable strike came to her soaking wet cunt and enlarged clit. The pain was incredible, and she cried out, but no one could hear her. The crowd cheered loudly as more strikes followed, but not at regular intervals, preventing her from preparing for them. After maybe ten lashes to her most sensitive place, a massive orgasm hit her, accompanying the sting of the lashes to her tortured clit. She convulsed in spasms, jerked as much as she could while bound in the ropes, and screamed in vain as the audience roared their approval of her pain and resulting pleasure.
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Eventually, Dawn exhausted herself with her ongoing orgasm until she collapsed, with only the ropes holding her up. The rope girls came and untied her, holding her upright as she wobbled on the stage. They helped her off-stage and set her on a cot to rest. They also applied some lotion to her red skin to relieve the residual pain, except at her pussy, which they left alone. When she had recovered enough, they gave her the clothes they had removed and helped her get dressed. They advised, and she agreed, not to wear the thong on her still-sensitive pussy. When she was ready, they thanked her for her performance, and she returned her to Brenda and Cindy in the audience.
The room was quieter now, since she was the featured act and thus the last of the show, so many of the patrons had left. Brenda was proud of her stamina on stage, and with Cindy, they were concerned about her level of pain. But Dawn said she was okay, and with their help, they went to her car for the drive to a nearby hotel. They got to their room and helped Dawn change into her night clothes. She lay on the bed and, despite some discomfort, especially at her cunt, she fell asleep in no time.
In the morning, Dawn felt much better. Although she had endured a lot of pain the night before, the lotion had soothed and refreshed her skin, and her pussy had mostly recovered overnight. Brenda checked them out of the hotel, and they drove home.
Before long, a month would pass, and Dawn would be missing the massive orgasms again. Then they'd be heading back to the BDSM Club for another exciting evening of sexual torment... and intense pleasure.
