perform (cont)

“as this is a performance piece,” Her voice says, “i’d ask Y/you, once onstage, to stand behnid v and face Me.”

T/they encircle me and we turn to the screen.  s kneels at Her feet, the outline of their lips and tounges blurring and sharpening.  Grace reaches down to the floor and brings up the shadow of cock.  She pulls down s’s chin, gently opening her mouth.  it disappears into her mouth.  She takes her hand away to reveal a harness.

“it’s only fair,” Grace says, as the cock jiggles slightly in s’s mouth, “that Y/you have a slut that is properly primed.  Therefore, and as a treat for my other pet, s will…prepare him for Y/you.”  She pulls the cock slowly from her mouth and guides her to her feet.  s steps neatly into the harness.  There is the crisp, clear cameo of s, standing with the small breasts and large cock.  Grace jerks her off slowly.  Her other hand produces a scalpel and hands it to s

“v,” She coos, “you have no idea what you are in for.  Or how hard you’re going to make Me cum.”  She gently pushes s to the stage and stands, legs far apart, the outline of Her finger disappearing into the outline of Her cunt.  a hard husky groan fills the theater.

i’m shuddering as s walks towards me, cock in one hand, scalpel in the other.  her eyes bore into me.  her lips smile maliciously.  She plants herself in front of me, almost challenging me.  I feel her hand quckly flash across my face.  she brings the scalpel to one of my exposed nipples and it bites just slightly.  a small bud of blood blossoms.  she drags her finger across it and pushes it into her mouth.

“nervous, v,” she asks archly?

“y-yes, s,” i stutter.

“you should be.”  she holds the scalpel to my throat.  ”piss yourself.”

a hot burn floods my cheeks.  it’s ridiculous, knowing the abuse about to come, but i feel suddenly shy.

“huh?,” i blurt out before i can stop myself.

“v,” Grace say sharply, “do NOT piss me off, bitch.  don’t make Me regret the kindnesses i’ve shown you.  i’m far too lenient as it is.”

partially through honest fear and partially coming to my senses, i feel the hot piss run down my leg, wetting the fabric of my trousers. s laughs outright as do many of the O/others.  she runs two fingers over this piss and pushes them into my mouth harshly.

“clean them, bitch…this won’t be the last piss that you taste, I’m sure.”  i work my tounge over them as she fucks my mouth, making it more difficult.  i feel my cock hardening as her cock bounces against my leg.  she yanks her fingers from my mouth and kisses me hard.  our cocks touch.  i feel her small breast flattening against me.  she pulls away slowly and her beautiful face is replaced by the glinting scalpel.  she places is at my lips.

“fuck,” she whispers, “i hope She lets me watch when she drains you.” she steps back slightly, trailing the scalpel over my chin, my neck, my chest, my belly. finally, kneeling, she lays the blade against my cock, and begins to toy with it.

“jerk your cock as you do that, s,” Grace purrs.

perform

“I really do wish you would be a little less churilish about this, v,” She said with only a trace of annoyance in Her voice. “after all, I’m allowing you to cum, yes?”

as i stand in the dressing room, she yanks the zipper up on my thin, light gray linen trousers.  ”yanks” because they are already unbearably tight.  She had them made specifically for this purpose, picking up the fabric and taking me to the seamstress.  She runs Her hand up and down my stiff cock, steps back and takes a picture.

“mmm,” She purrs, looking at the display before turning it to me, “very nice.”  the photo shows my hard cock in almost perfect detail – the ridge of the head, almost to the veins, and the outline of my balls.  ”I think the audience will enjoy it very much, don’t you?,” she winks.

She finishes dressing me – a matching long sleeved shirt with finished holes exposing my nipples, belt and black dress shoes.  ”I’m so tempted to shave your head, v.  just for the added effect.  maybe i could write “slut” on your head.  I’m not sure there’s time, though, since people are already arriving.”

the performance, as She set it up, is semi-public.  most of those invited are friends of Her’s although she encouraged them to bring O/others and listed it in one small paper as “what he will do for Me” and listed as “sexual performance art – 21+ only”.  the theater She rented holds 105 people.  She claims it’s sold out.  with 30 minutes until curtain, it sounds as though she might be right.

Her instructions for the performace was – “you will do what you’re told when you’re told.”

with 15 minutes to go, there is a knock on the door.  Her face lights up. 

“that will be s,” She says.

s, is stunning as always.  i want to fuck her.  i want to take her small breasts in my mouth and bite into them hard.  i don’t normally think about switching, but i want to switch when i see her.  i would make her weep.  thinking about this makes my cock twitch hard.  given the snugness of my pants, it’s not surprising when Grace says, “the little slut must be thinking about using you, s.  would you like that?  would you like to see what kind of evil he could come up with for you?”

s lowers her eyes allowing a quick dart to my cock before doing so.  she smiles shyly.  Grace circles behind her, placing Her hands on s’s shoulders, and sliding off one thin strap that falls limply onto her arm.  She exposes s’s breast, keep Her eyes trained on me.

“it’s your tits that he adores, s,” She purrs, “little tiny refined tits, with perky perfect nipples.”  She takes the nipple between Her fingers, slowly squeezing it harder.  Her other hand goes to her thin throat.  s gasps.  ”mmm…want this, v…wanna cuz my little bitch to hiss and shudder like this?  s – lift your dress and show him your cunt.  he wishes he had one.  just like yours…and you do have a perfect cunt, s.”  s, choked, her eyes wide with pain, manages a small sound to acknowlege the compliment. ”mmm i am lucky to have two such complaint sluts.”  She releases her quickly, pushing her towards me.  s gasps and gulps for air.

“Grace,” she chokes out, “You were asked for in the booth.”

Grace sighs.  ”They’d better not fuck this up,” she grumbles.  ”s, you’ll need to lead him onstage.  I’m going to sort this out.  Behave yourselves, sluts.  I will know.  do you understand?”  both of us nod.  ”good.”  She exits decisively leaving s and i alone.  there is a slight awkwardness between us.  we are not frequently together.  her eyes keep drifiting to my hardon.  mine to her exposed breast.

“i would hurt you so badly,” i whisper desparately.

“would you?  how do you know i wouldn’t return the favor.  perhaps she’d have us both slash at each other until our blood covered the floor?”

“mmm…goddamn,” i sigh.

“v,” she says, regaining her composure, “shut up and follow me.”  but her small hand brushes my cock and there is a lift in her step.

she leads me down the hallway to the backstage of a small  black box theater with a fake proscenium on one side and seats set up facing it.  the murmur of the crowd ebbs and flows and then dies out as lights dim.  it is completely dark when “closer” begins to play.  s leads me into the darkness, following the tape on the floor.  the first light that comes up is not on me but a screen of cheesecloth set up in the audience.  it reveals a shadow that i know to well.

“ladies and gentlemen,” Grace says evenly and with almost no affect, “thank Y/you for attending tonight’s performance.  if Y/you read Y/your program, which I hope you have, then Y/you’ll know that this is an experiment about the endurance of a human body.  specifically, how much fucking, sucking and abuse it can take.  even more specifically, how much fucking, sucking and abuse, my dear v can take.”

at this point two things happen quickly – a harsh white light snaps to life directly over my head and s wraps a scarf around my neck and pulls it it.  the crowd bursts into applause.

“Y/you are invited, all of Y/you to use my slut for as long as he is concious.  Y/you may not cut him and only those i have spoken with may engage in breath play.  other than that – Y/your imagination is Y/your guide.  Y/you may begin once s has left the stage and joined me.  Bon apetit.”

light slowy creeps over the stage illuminating it.  it is utterly bare.  s twirls in front and kisses me deeply.  her faces comes into focus as she withdraws slightly. i see her eyes twinkling and then hardeneing as she spits in my face.  she pulls out an exacto knife and deftly slices through my shirt, yanking it off me.  she kneels in front me, giving my cock a long slow upwards lick before slicing through the waistband and down one leg, freeing my trembling cock, and then the other, leaving me naked.

s raises herself up slowly, letting her small tits travel over my cock, until she faces me.  she licks a dangling bit of spit from my lower lip.

“v,” she whispers in my ear, “think of this – while you’re taking your 100th cock up your cunt…i’ll be tounge deep in Hers.  now – who did you say was going to fuck who up?.”

s turns and swishes into the audience.  i see her shadow behind the screen as she kneels at Her feet and She bends down to kiss her.

people begin to stand and move towards the stage

tag

“v…”

the door opens to my closet flooding the dakness, exposing me naked and tethered. my cock hardness at Her voice.  Her heel digs lightly into my side.

“time for my slut to come out for a little while,” she purrs.  It’s the type of purr that, after two years, i still haven’t learned to decipher.  pleasure, malice, benevolence, disappointment?  i won’t know until i find out.  i suppose i shouldn’t try to second guess it, but i can’t help it sometimes.  She squats down, reaching over my head to untie me.  if i were stupid enough to look, i’d see Her shaved cunt exposed beneath her short black skirt.  She roughly pushes her breasts into my face as She loosens the leather strap, expecting and receiving no resistance.  my cock throbs.  it feels like forever since She let me out.

perhaps it’s because i strayed that she’s kept me locked up. but whether that’s out of spite or concern is something only She can answer.  all i know is that i’m grateful to feel the tug on my neck, leading me out into Her bedroom.  She holds the tether lightly in Her right hand as if i’m a show dog.  i try to keep my eyes on the back of Her legs and not Her ass that plays peekaboo under the skirt or fleeting glimpses of Her cunt lips.  She leads me to the center of the floor and turns on Her heel, staring down at me.

“kneel,” she smiles sweetly.

i raise myself to my knees, arms behind my back.  the head of my cock is purple from need.  i don’t remember the last time she allowed me to cum for Her.  i am only allowed to torture my balls and nipples while in the closet but not to touch my cock.  She surveys me for several minutes, walking around me, murmuring to Herself before stopping in front of me.  Her hand pushes under Her skirt pushing a small sigh from Her lips.

“you know better than to look, slut,” She lolls as Her fingers play, “you know much better than that.”  She pulls Her fingers  back, licking them clean, eyes boring into me to assure that i behave properly.  Quickly, Her foot shoots out towards my balls, stopping just short.  my eyes close in anticipation of the pain but i manage to keep my muscles from reacting.  i shake all over.

just as suddenly, i feel Her hand around my throat, Her voice ragged and husky.  “Goddamn you, v,” she breathes into my face, “you’d let Me, wouldn’t you.  you’d let me destroy your slut-balls without flinching.”  Her nails push deeper into my neck.  “Open your mouth.  Push out your tounge.” i do so and feel a stream of warm spit drop onto it. the pressure increases on my neck.  “Swallow,” she tells me almost breathlessly.  as Her spit glides down my throat, the tip of Her shoe nails my cock to my belly.

“jesus,” She moans, “I want to fucking hurt you, v.  and I plan to.  i’m not fucking happy that I had to go looking for you.  you’ll understand that soon enough.”  Her nails feel on the verge of puncturing my throat and i feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes.  “yesss,” She continues, “give me your tears, v.  I’m taking all of you.  every millimeter.  every cell.  I plan on drinking deeply from your cries and wails.”  Her other hand quickly and forcefully crashes across my face bringing a hard, high yip from my lips and unleashing the tears.

“mmmm,” She sighs in a cross between a laugh and an orgasm, “like that.  yessss, v, but much, much more heartfelt.  I do have a present for you, though, my little whore.  a nice, shiny silver tag with your name on it.  the only question that remains is…where to put it.”