On Display to Thousands

Looking out, there must be twenty to thirty people watching me. My bondage, my costume, my exposed cock and balls; they are taking it all in. And I am dying of embarrassment. It doesn’t matter that they can’t tell who I am.

Master D is up on the stand with me. He speaks to me, “Sissy, let me tell you about what is about to happen. First, as I told you we raise funds at the Fair. You are going to help. We are going to allow people visiting the fair to have fun with you in exchange for donations. Our goal is $1,500. We have a sign suggesting different donation amounts to do different things to you. For instance, we suggest a gift of $5 for each hit on your butt with a paddle. Hitting your cock with a riding crop $10, your balls $20. We have ideas for increasing weights on a ball stretcher, clothespins on your nipples, stripes on your back. You get the general idea.

To keep your mind off it, your butt is on a timer. You’ll be at rest for five minutes, then we will make you dance on your pole for two full minutes. I promise you it will feel longer than that. Your electrification will be both pleasurable and painful. Like I said you’ll be dancing, your body bouncing up and down on its unyielding perch, shaking, trembling, on the edge of convulsing, then rest. It will entertain everyone watching. If like past years, from two to three o’clock this place will be jammed. So many eyes watching the Sissy help us reach our goal. Don’t disappoint me. If you do, I’ll simply add giving control of your electro plug to the crowd to add donations.”

Nothing, absolutely nothing, that I have just been told makes me happy or fulfills a fantasy that I actually have dreamed about before or sexually excites me. I’m sure my dick is limp beneath my tutu,

“Oh yeah, you need to pee. Let’s take care of that or you may piss yourself once the electro show starts up.”

More humiliation, in front of all these people my dick is placed in the mouth of a plastic urinal bottle, and I am told to pee. Even though I need to go, it takes all my concentration and effort to get it done.

I am on show more than anything else, crowds are moving by as we are on somewhat of a pedestrian thoroughfare, traffic wise. The slightly raised platform certainly helps me be noticed. I am pointed at, people laugh, some change their direction and come forward to me. Their facial expressions are across the board as I am sighted, I have become a small part of a very big show.

Then it hits. My first shocks. As promised, they are filled with both pain and pleasure, intense, very intense. I am bouncing up and down as they said I would. Its good and bad. I’ve had similar shock treatments in Las Vegas. I had survived. I hung on to that thought as I took the ride. Roller coasters could never match this. I find myself holding my breath, then gasping for air. The contractions of my muscles migrate throughout my body. My feet and toes are arching up as high as they can, trying to dislodge me from this tormenting rod to no avail, it’s in me too deep. Soooo good, soooo bad, soooo good.

And off. Only the first round and I am already beat. There is some applause. I am a show. Now I hear my barkers shouting out my availability and conditions. It will be a slow start. There is enough background crowd noise to mute out negotiations around me, but I find the first contribution has been made as my butt is hit three times, moderately hard, nothing excessive. I’ve been paddled much harder by my own wife during home bondage play. I have a mild wave of relief that I might survive this.

My next donation puts more in the kitty as my dick head receives a slap, once from the right and once from the left by a riding crop. I hadn’t seen the approach and therefore was surprised by the hit. More surprising was when I looked down, I saw the riding crop being handed back to one of the masters by a woman dress in black patent leather, and I guess in her mid-forties. I wasn’t expecting that in this male dominated crowd.

Donations begin to pick up. My cock and butt both seem to be big fund raisers. The masters keep a close eye on the contributors, making sure no one is sadistic. Some playfully hit me, others hit me for real, but all are lighter than what my own masters and friends have done to me.

And of course, every five minutes I give a two-minute show jerking around on my stick. My whole body has the ability to move around and it does uncontrollably. Once, zaps had just started, causing me to unexpectantly bend forward hard at the waist just as someone was swinging a flogger at my cock and balls. Instead, I got it full force across my mask. The leather insulated me from any pain, but they did knock my sunglasses off. Master D waited until my whole dance was done before replacing them. Then he gave my flogger two free hits. I think Master D thought he was hot and therefore worthy of special treatment.