Part 3
Resigned to her fate, Chrissy allowed herself to be led to the device. She was held fast by two male members, and her handcuffs were removed. She was placed on her back on the padded bench, arms stretched wide apart on the cross piece. She found that the center section came down only to just below her shoulder blades, leaving her ass and lower back unsupported. She had to bend her knees and plant her feet firmly on the floor in order to relieve the pressure on her lower back. Chrissy’s arms were strapped at numerous points to the cross piece, but the most ominous fixation was that her wrists were encircled with cuffs and bound tightly to the ends of the crosspiece with a padlock. She could not move her arms at all. Consequently, she could not twist her body side to side much, either. A single strap was placed across her forehead to keep her head fixed as well. Next, Chrissy’s legs were parted and strapped to the opposing upright posts at the knee and ankle.
Some adjustments were now in order. The bench was lowered a bit to make Chrissy’s body slightly lower than her knees. Then a crank was turned to cause Chrissy’s body to be raised slightly with respect to her arms. The entire bench was tilted slightly so that Chrissy’s head was slightly lower than her ass. This increased the pressure on her back, causing her to have to keep her ass raised slightly, but not as much as she could manage, at all times.
There was no part of Chrissy that was not now on full display to the assembly. Although she could not look down, Chrissy was fully aware of the spectacle she presented! She knew her pussy was gaping and dripping by now. She could feel the stimulation of the cool room air on her protruding clit! Her asshole was no better hidden! Her tits were taught by the downward pull of her arms, and were standing at full attention begging for torment. Her belly and ribs were equally taught and available. Even the insides of her thighs and her asshole were available and visible for the whims of the members. Chrissy had never felt so humiliated and vulnerable–or terrified of what was about to happen!
“Now, Chrissy, we are going to remove your gag . We want to be able to hear you scream. The anticipation of what is to come as you see it will add to the effect,” she heard Iberson say. As promised, her gag was removed.
Finally, Chrissy’s head was angled backward, causing her to look at the wall behind her. However, she was not allowed complete freedom of her mouth. The wire-looking device was brought up from either side of the headpiece and adjusted so that it held a bite block firmly fixed between Chrissy’s teeth on either side well back between her molars. The effect was that Chrissy could open her mouth, but when she tried to close it, her teeth would go no further than about an inch apart. Her lips and tongue were unobstructed. Swallowing was difficult, and Chrissy began to drool slightly.
Iberson continued, “Now, ladies and gentlemen. The Master of the Punishment Ceremonies for the evening. When Chrissy began to be a rather difficult star, she not only brought herself down, she also brought down another promising and rising young star. This young man got the blame for many of the ridiculous demands of Miss Melrose, and, subsequently, suffered the consequences of her demands which were not of his making. Therefore, I suggest that he is the perfect Master of Punishment Ceremonies, and I would also suggest that he be restored to the good graces of the Hollywood establishment. I give you Ms. Iberson’s former husband, Ted Richardson!”
If Chrissy had felt humiliation before, it just doubled! This was going too far! She had been married to Ted, it was true. But she just used him as a pawn in her career. He was attractive and kind, too kind. And he was a good lover, the few times she allowed him to make love to her. But her mind was on other things then, and he was useful–for only a short time. But she suddenly realized that that was just the point. It was get even time–and payback was hell. This was the plan!! Besides, she had little choice but to endure the ignomy of the situation.
“Good evening, Chrissy,” she heard Richardson say to her. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Ted was nude except for a black leather loin pouch. He was obviously prepared for future events of the evening! “We are going to start with your giving a little pleasure and receiving a lot of torment. First, we need a volunteer from the audience. Ah, yes, come right up sir.” No names were mentioned, and Chrissy had no idea who had volunteered. “Please, sir, step to the head of the table. Thank you. Now, Chrissy, I remember how you refused to give head. Now is your chance to make amends. You will suck off our volunteer. In the meantime, I will tickle you unmercifully. When you get our friend to come in your mouth, your torment will stop. You see, I also remember how ticklish you are, and how much you hated being tickled!”
Chrissy squirmed with renewed vigor. She couldn’t stand being tickled! It drove her crazy. Now she would not only be tickled while being bound in such a completely vulnerable position, she would also have to concentrate
– To be continue –