On Display to Thousands

Back at the house, I’m taken right upstairs and undressed from my costume. I then am allowed to take a long, hot shower, to which I am given special antiseptic soap as an added precaution. I am also asked to cleanse myself inside, this time with very specific instructions.

I am first to do a short low volume burst of water to clean out any likely feces in my lower chamber. After I expel that, I am to fill myself with a Betadine antiseptic douche they provided me with and to try to hold it in me for five minutes. Finally, I am to discharge that and re-douche as I normally do for a playdate.

I knew the first douching was necessary. All the electro dancing softened me up. Self-evident when I had to lick and suck the dildo on my second tour. The use of the antiseptic rinse was new to me and provided me with some mental comfort regarding my health.

With that all done, I am helped in getting dressed by my Club mates, which amounted to a full leather body harness, slave collar and a leather cap. I at least look and feel masculine in my current nakedness, so glad to be out of the sissified costume. Cuffs are added to both wrists and ankles, each set with ample connecting chains. We head downstairs.

There are plenty of people now back at the house. Thirty, maybe forty. Mostly men. Some couples, some not. Looks like equal numbers of Dom/subs and simple gay couples. I see two of the male/female Dom/sub couples here yesterday including my recent tour guide mistress. Funny to see her back in her sub role. Her pussy uncovered again. There are just a few here that are in outfits that expose some or all of their privates, as we two do, and I think I am the only one almost fully naked and I am self-conscious.

Next up was a good smorgasbord meal being shared with all the guests. Catered. Nice. I was famished and with permission and encouragement ate heartily.

I am intermingling with the others. I’m surprised at how many are praising me for the wonderful job I did today entertaining the masses. Out of politeness, I nodded to acknowledge their comments, but what they didn’t seem to understand was that both in my mind and in reality, I had no control over what occurred, I was unworthy of their admiration. My dancing was involuntary reactions to preprogrammed shocks. The physical abuse that had delighted them was delivered by others to a restrained bondage slave, incapable of defiance. Didn’t they see the pole up my rectum, the wires, my bound arms and legs, the gags?

Finished with food, drink and socializing, the crowd is ready for more entertainment. Some seek their own, it turns out I will be it for others. I am taken back upstairs to the playroom. There I am strapped in the pegging bench which has again been place in front of the large screen that I had previously watched my ‘wife’ take on five gay men.

I am at a loss. I have been well abused for two days. My body is certainly beat and my hole ravaged. Mentally warn out and frazzled. Then over the past hour and a half I had been treated still as a sub, but in a pleasant, non-abusive atmosphere, intermixing with subs, Doms and the others gathered. Now it looks like I’m right back into BDSM servitude. I thought I was done, yet I am now again strapped to a pegging bench, my holes accessible to all.

As always, there is a reason and a thought-out plan. Many of the party people are called on to assemble around me. Master D is acting somewhat as a Master of Ceremonies. He first thanks everyone for coming. He hopes they all had a great time at the fair. He indicates how the event has raised a lot of money for some very important projects.

He then talks about our own little fundraiser. He announces that we had exceeded our goal of $1500 with the final count being $1870. There is applause. They are told this is more than his small group has raised in any of their previous years. More applause. It has been given, as in all the years past, to the Folsom Fair Organization as part of their overall fundraising efforts.

He thanks all who made it possible. He names them. Of course I don’t know anyone’s real name, so it means nothing to me, other than him mentioning Mike, the one true name I know. I begin to think he’s not going to name me. Arguably fine because I am just a sub. Turns out I was just a little impatient.

Master D then says, “We all know that none of this would have been possible if Sir Michael wasn’t willing to rent his submissive to me to be used at the Pre-Party and Fair this weekend. And gang, we all know that Sissy was amazing. His performance was both incredible and titillating. Who would have thought in this venue a straight guy would steal the show. He took everything we made him do in stride and never once through all our use, abuse and torture did he call out his safe words.”

Continuing he adds, “A real trooper, and amazing slave who I might mention is just a two-year-young, part-time submissive. Sissy, I am so grateful and the whole gang loves you and what you took on. Thank you.”  Applause, applause, applause from the group. From my bound bench, I blush.

He adds, “If you haven’t read his journals that tells about his journey, I recommend you do. His masters made him post them online.  They too are amazing. That said, I want to give a final thank you to all of you here that opened your wallets to make the whole Folsom Fair a fantastic success today. We all benefit from their missions. 

For my mate’s and my personal gratitude for your philanthropy we want to reward you with some evening sexual gratification, BDSM style. Sissy is still under contract to me for a few more hours so his two holes, his whole body, come to think of it, will be available all evening for anyone who wants to use him. His butt may be a little stretched at this time, but as tight as it normally is, I think you’ll enjoy it. Just remember to cover yourself unless you are on Doc’s approved list for barebacking him.”

I’m fucked. Figuratively and soon to be literally.

Then to me, he says, “Don’t worry, we have a little diversion to help your final hours pass. Your friends from Vegas have produced something very special for you. It will be shown on the screen all evening as we take our turns with you. It is my understanding this will showcase your true biggest fantasy. Before we start it though I want to reintroduce you to a friend you made this weekend.”

He then calls forward my recent mistress. Still in leather, her leash held by her master. “This lovely young submissive lives in Vegas, and her Dominant is a close friend of some of the masters in your social club. With his permission and support she served as the model in the film work that we all enjoyed yesterday and some additional work you are about to see. You paid her back today letting her experience the Dom/sub relationship from the other side. She had a good time. With that said, let’s get back to fun,” and Master D walks away.

Still standing beside me, my leather friend pats my head and says, “I hope you like my work. I did have fun doing it. You aren’t the only one with forbidden fantasies to act out.” And she and her master also step away. I have not been left alone; I don’t do a count, but I sense there are at least a dozen people around me. I don’t know if they are here to watch the show or if they are queuing to use me.