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cuffs on the frame still swayed when a blond man mounted the steps. Every inch of his well-muscled body gleamed with oil and he was clad in black bike shorts. He was the only person not wearing a mask and considering he resembled a Grecian god, Jane was grateful for the unimpeded view.
    In one hand he held a leash attached to a collar worn by a woman who walked at his heels. She walked with her gaze forward and head held high. She was tall and very curvy, what Lily would call a juicy figure. A red half mask shielded her face.
    Clad in a white sheath, her long reddish blonde hair hung in thick curly ropes to the tips of her erect nipples. Jane’s stomach tightened and her cunt gave a twinge.
    The man led her to the frame before removing the leash. Taking her hands, he made quick work of binding her wrists with the leather cuffs. Dropping to his knees, he repeated the process with her ankles until she was fully bound with her arms and legs wide apart.
    With the lighting as it was, her shift became sheer and her luscious curves were clearly illuminated. The sweet tuft of hair between her thighs was visible and Jane could swear she saw a damp spot on the sheath.
    A male voice pronounced the woman to be “fucking incredible”.
    The blond grasped the frame and released the lock. The frame rotated easily until the woman was facing away from the audience. Applying the lock, he secured the frame then reached for her.
    Running his hand up the back of one leg, he raised the hem of the sheath to expose her plump buttocks.
    Jane shuddered when he gave one ass cheek a firm squeeze. Moisture soaked the miniscule crotch of her thong panties. Never had she felt the desire to participate in a public scene such as this one though judging from her wet pussy, it was definitely a turn on for her. She licked her lips.
    How did it feel to be on the stage in front of an audience and at this man’s mercy? Her corset seemed to shrink as it became harder to draw breath.
    The man ran his hands over his slave’s plump buttocks, his tanned skin looked incredibly erotic against her pale flesh. He was speaking to her but Jane couldn’t make out what he was saying. His hand continued its slow movement, pausing from time to time to cup a handful of flesh and give it a gentle squeeze.
    The woman’s hips began to move, pushing her plump backside against his hand as if to silently ask for more. A sharp crack rent the air and the room fell silent. The woman jerked away as if she’d experienced an electrical shock. A pale pink handprint appeared on her ass.
    Jane’s thighs tightened and she choked back a whimper. Her grip on the champagne flute tightened.
    “You will not move until I give you permission, woman.”
    The deep voice sent tendrils of pleasure through Jane’s body. Her pussy clenched again and she swallowed the champagne in an effort to relieve her suddenly dry throat.
    The master moved away from the woman to a table covered by a red silk cloth. He yanked away the cloth and Jane’s eyes widened when she saw what it had concealed. The table was covered with an array of sex toys, some of which she didn’t recognize though she would enjoy making their intimate acquaintance.
    He chose a leather paddle and Jane almost slid off her chair. A rush of liquid heat invaded her cunt and her nipples ached.
    He ran his hand over her buttocks then replaced his hand with the paddle, gently rubbing it over her ass. Her hips jerked and he delivered a swift swat to tender flesh.
    The tension level in the room ratcheted higher and one woman in the audience gave a lusty sigh.
    The man began paddling his submissive, the sound of leather against flesh was heady. His slave tried to keep her body still but it was a losing battle. With every blow her receptive body twisted and strained against the cuffs holding her in place.
    Her silken whimpers grew louder with each stroke and sweat broke out on Jane’s upper lip. Tightening her thighs, though she wasn’t sure if