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Can She Rise To The Challenge (google and skittish_butterfly)

If Katherine had given voice to her thoughts about what Jess was wearing and how she felt Micheal was a terrible person for making her dress in such a manner then Micheal would have hard a hard time catching his breath once he was done laughing at her. In truth Jess loved the fetishistic style of the BDSM world far more then her boss did. While Micheal might be happy to exploit the leather, lace, and latex by having a young woman wear them for his viewing and physical pleasure but he didn't wear it himself most of the time, instead going for more traditional methods of displaying power through dress, he eschewed the harnesses while instead going for high price suits, dark colors, and of course a neatly groomed appearance.

Jess on the other hand loved to dress up, during her job interview process where she had shown up to the initial interview wearing something akin to what Katherine now wore, only with more black and a riding crop, she had confessed to enjoying the feel of the materials against her body and the power it gave her over others when they admired her body. It was only the dress code that Micheal enforced that kept her from dressing that way at work. Instead he ensured she dressed professionally while on the clock but encouraged her to embrace whatever fashion choices she desired on her own time, if she were to ever become a film maker then she would need to know when and where to display her personal fashion choices.

After he had thanked Jess and he was helping Katherine find her feet Micheal saw his employee give him a jaunty little salute before turning smartly and marching out the door. He doubted Katherine would be able to see it but Micheal only rolled his eyes at the display, it was cute and she was showing off, but really there was a time and a place for it. Instead he stood long enough to help Katherine find her feet and stand steadily. He could have slipped a leash on the collar she was wearing, he even had one in his pocket just in case he should change his mind but until that time came he would allow her to cling to his arm. The leash would only display her reliance and submission to him but without the intimacy and the willingness that her clinging to his arm gave off. She might protest that it was there so she could stand without breaking an ankle but Micheal was aware of what people would think when they saw it and as he led her to the door of the house he smiled softly at the thought, might those who hadn't paid attention to the news think that the otherwise empty Micheal have found someone who he might care for, who might care for him? Carolyn would of course know better as did Jess and Micheal himself but the illusion would amuse and of course he could correct any who didn't understand.

To add to the illusion, though there was no one around, he slid a hand around her waist, lightly squeezing her hip as he walked her to the car, a black town car that Jess had acquired for the evening, which she stood beside holding the door open and still holding that ridiculous salute as Micheal helped Katherine into the padded leather interior and then climbed in himself, carefully taking the time to ensure that Katherine was buckled in properly, his hands brushing over her body far more then necessary but of course making sure she would be safe during the entire trip, it would be a short trip but they might still end up in some kind of trouble.

As he settled himself in, hearing the engine of the car start as Jess took her seat, Micheal opened up a small compartment built into the car, removing and quickly pouring himself a measure of whiskey. “I would offer you a drink but I think you should remain sober tonight.” He said with a small smirk, taking a quick gulp of the smooth fluid.
 
By the time Katherine was steady against Michael -- or as steady as it was possible to be trying to stand or even walk like a ballerina stripper -- she was clinging to him in a way that made her wish she could puke right then and there to soil his oh-so perfect suit. The look on his face, like he actually enjoyed it, when he knew perfectly well she had no choice because of his perverted taste in footwear, well, it showed just how shallow the man was. She wobbled along beside him, almost wishing he would cuff her or blindfold her or put her on a leash or one of those stupid cliches, so at least anyone watching wouldn't see her and entertain the ridiculous notion she would willingly be seen on the arm of such a man. Katherine came perilously close to praying to any god that would listen to keep them far from anyone who actually knew her.

How many easy steps had it taken for her to make it into Michael's house, even carrying her load of homework and sleepwear? Ten or fifteen, maybe twenty? But now she was taking teeny little shuffling steps so numerous she couldn't even count them, like she was a stroke patient being escorted down an infinite hallway. She gasped at how uncomfortable her ankles and feet were and struggled to stop her free hand from slapping his off her hip, only managing to remind herself at the moment of greatest annoyance how much worse he could make it for her. Don't be stupid, girl!

Katherine's only solace, and it almost brought a smile to her lips despite the embarrassment and discomfort, was seeing Jess, Michael's receptionist, dutifully dressed up in that stupid travesty of a Chauffeur's outfit he made her wear, sticking it right in his eye with the most mocking salute Katherine had ever seen, and even Jess's smirk was totally obvious to Katherine even though she knew Michael was probably so full of himself he thought his black clad employee -- his seeming Girl Friday -- actually liked it. Katherine found the woman's subdued but cheeky resistance to her boss's domineering ways so refreshing she almost winked at her, but stopped so as not to get her in trouble. Jess's job was hard enough.

But Jess's little show of backbone gave Katherine the strength to shuffle and trip and stumble her way to the car and somehow teeter and topple into the seat, with Michael's hands feigning gallantry while in fact groping her the whole way down. He was a pig, but at least Katherine recognized it clearly and had no illusions about him. If anything, she had to give him credit for being open about himself and consistent. He was pure pig, through and through.

He buckled her in like a child, except of course for the way his hands trailed across her chest and thighs as he withdrew, and then took his own seat, making sure to make a big deal about his fancy alcohol, as if it impressed her. The idiot didn't even realize Katherine hardly ever drank so it didn't bother her at all, but she laughed at him silently, inside, where it wouldn't get her in trouble.

She would have asked how far it was, or when he had to get the car back to the rental agency, but she remembered that whole speak when spoken to bit. And it was almost easier to stare out the window at the well lit street, the fancy houses that would surely have vomited Michael right back out into the gutter if they'd known his true calling. But at least she could let her thoughts drift and let time just slip away for a bit, each minute one less she'd have to spend with him later in, having him annoy her.
 
This particular drive, one that he made rather frequently all by himself, was a rather refreshing one that helped him relax a little bit before the entertainment of the night followed. It wasn't a weekly thing, not even every two weeks but he went often enough that everyone who worked at the fetish club and most of the regulars knew him by name and most of the others would at least think he was familiar. More then one of his films had been debuted in the back room of the club and a few had even been staged there just for a little feel of authenticity and of course some select audience performance.

Tonight was a little different though, he hadn't been in about a month and a half and he was long over due, something that had been commented on in some recent text messages from the Mistress of the club and his oldest friend. Coming tonight had been something he had given a very loose commitment too but a chance to show off with Katherine had been too good to pass up.

Now though he was a little less confident... she might not realize it but the BDSM world was very political in its own ways and Dominic walked in the upper echelons of the subculture, giving him a great deal of connections that came in quite handy not only professionally but also personally. Should Katherine embarrass him then he might loose face, falling down a little bit at first but that first fall could be followed by quite a bit more. Of course a little misbehavior on her part wouldn't be enough to cause him real trouble if he handled it quickly. Misbehavior on her part would require some very serious and very swift reprisal, he had viewed what he was up to with Katherine as a slowly paced thing and if he moved too quickly then she might just quit.

And that was the dilemma, to either loose face or have Katherine give up, not a total failure but not the true success that he wanted.

Staring out the window, lost in thought he continued to slowly sip his whiskey as he laid his other hand on Katherine's thigh, fingers moving by muscle memory and searching out the sensitive parts of her anatomy, keeping it from going to far of course but instead teasing her body without thinking. “Tonight isn't about just breaking you...” He said slowly, not even looking to her as he spoke but knowing she would hear him, likely taking little notes for the tell all book that she intended to write about her time with such a terrible man. “Instead I want to show you something, the fetish club I am taking you too is owned by an old friend of mine, someone I met when I was little older then you. Tonight you will see that it isn't just men that take the dominant role in the world of BDSM. I have no doubt you will be given a chance to ask questions, but if I am forced to punish you then I will do so publicly and ensure that the lesson sticks.”

They weren't far now, his home was near a suburban shopping center that held an interesting secret, a hidden little advantage to his homes location.
 
Katherine sat and looked out the window, not wanting to face his ogling eyes, not wanting to waste too much energy so early in the night steeling herself against his rude glances. She tried to pretend in her mind this was going to be an important meeting, that she wasn't seated next to a pervert, dressed in nothing but panties and a corset and shiny thigh high ballerina boots -- or something like that. Oh, and of course the ever-threatening ball gag and the wording it concealed on the collar tight around her throat. No she was in a business suit, right? Even if the thought could only last a few minutes, it would help. Only as she sat, the skin of her thighs between the lacy panties and the shiny high boots grew warm against the plush leather seat, like he'd dressed her that way as just another one of his annoying tricks, to make sure she couldn't forget for a second what was going on.

The ungodly high heels had her knees up so much higher than she was used to, making her feel like she was all leg as she sat next to him. His hand teasing on her thigh, slipping between her legs only made Katherine even more conscious of her legs. She wanted to slap him away or press her legs even tighter together to fend him off, but she was in the middle of nowhere dressed to be raped if he chose to put her out of the car. She closed her eyes and tried very hard to ignore the little spot his fingers seemed to have found as he talked to her, or rather, lectured her.

If the night wasn't about breaking her that should be a relief, but he seemed to be trying awfully hard to do just that. Katherine gritted her teeth and tightened her jaw, determined not to talk back at his stupid statements, and even more so not to make the soft groaning sound that she was barely managing to keep trapped in her throat. She squirmed a little, then tried to hold still again, realizing even that told him more than she wanted to. It was a game and she needed to play it as well as he did, but he constantly seemed a step ahead of her.

Then he made his supposedly big point: that women could be just as disgusting and perverted as men, when they let themselves be crushed by the maw of the patriarchy. But she kept quiet, except for her slow harsh breathing, which she couldn't quite get back to normal as the drive and his presumptuous hand seemed to go on and on much longer than was seemly.

Katherine felt her thighs tensing and un-tensing in a way she really didn't want them to, and she shifted in her seat while brushing her hair back behind one ear. She did her best to look as it was just discomfort, a natural adjustment in posture anyone would need on a drive that was just taking far, far too long, and if it happened to pull her away from his fingers that it wasn't intentional -- even if it was.

As her thighs opened a little to let his hand slip from its uninvited position, a little air snuck in as well, and gave her the clear sensation of moisture just starting to dampen the thin lacy panties between her legs. Her red cheeks were know way to start such a long and awful evening at his side, but she couldn't stop it.
 
It wasn't the sound of her breathing, a little ragged and certainly heavier then was necessary given the comfortable temperature in the car, that alerted Micheal to what his hand was doing without him actually thinking about it, it was instead the way she shifted, seen from the corner of his eyes that let him know that something was up. Glancing over to her Micheal didn't even attempt to hide his smirk for an instant, instead pressing his fingers in a little bit harder, now given some conscious effort to teasing her as he felt the barest hint of moisture gathering as her thighs tightened. His fingers were trapped for a moment and the movement intensified before she relaxed again and Micheal slowly removed his hand, holding up the barely wettet tips of his fingers to that the moisture could be seen glistening in the light of the streets they drove down, a nasty little chuckle from Jess letting him know that his assistant had been watching in the rear view mirror and could see his fingers, the evidence of Katherine's enjoyment, no matter how slight that enjoyment might have been.

“When its just the two of us you can speak you mind.” He informed her with a small sigh, knowing Katherine was likely holding back and finding the silence slightly annoying in that moment. “Of course you should remember to keep it civilized but the spirit you showed during out initial meeting is what caught my eye. It would be an immense disappointment to me if you would start to keep your mouth shut at all times.” He was serious of course, there was only the slightest hint of a leer in his voice when he said that, knowing full well that she would likely see the almost innocent comment as something entirely filthy and intentionally perverse.

Anything else he might say that could provoke her was prevented as the car came to a stop, pulling up behind a large outdoor shopping center, movie theater, book store, restaurants, and shopping aplenty, but instead of pulling into any of the large and well lit parking areas they were instead pulling into what looked like an employee parking lot, plenty of security cameras arranged but less lighting then the other areas. Benefiting the status of the passenger, Jess parked the car not far from the entrance of the club, little more then a red painted door with a black iron K on it, set in a nondescript off white wall. Quickly Micheal was climbing out of the car, helping Katherine out and with an arm around her waist again he led her towards that door, letting Jess stay behind so she could have a quick smoke before she came in, knowing that there were rules in the club that no one could violate.

Making his way to the door he slowly pulled it open and led his guest inside, expecting only to see the large man in a dark suit that normally stood before the entrance proper of Club K, acting as a bouncer to keep out undesirables and of course help people who might have just stumbled through the wrong door on their way to where they wanted to be... but instead standing before the imposing double doors made of dark wood, the symbol of the triskelon carved into it being what would normally be the only sign of what waited on the other side of the door...

Tonight there was something else though, standing before there door with a sly smile on her lips stood a tall woman with long blonde hair, wearing a red leather catsuit with a riding crop held loosely in her left hand. Micheal was clearly a little surprised to see her there and she was quick to take advantage of that, quickly stepping forward with the crop smacking her thigh on every other step. “Micheal...” Her voice a low purr. “You have been away from my club for far too long, but at least your guest is a little classier in appearance then the others whom you have brought... a little younger as well but that is of little consequence.”

Turning from Micheal the owner of the club, his old friend, Mistress Carolyn focused her attention on Katherine, looking her over with a hungry look not dissimilar from how Micheal looked at her. “I was at the assembly the University held.” She said after a moments pause. “Its not often I see someone stand up to Micheal and I hope that you open your eyes a little bit, we were all like you at one point of course.” Slowly, with a glance and a wink towards Micheal she leaned in closer, invading Katherine's space and brushing her own well endowed body against the younger woman. “But one girl to another please do me a favor... be a complete pain in his ass. Micheal has things to easy with the women in his films and maybe he might turn you over to me for a night.”

Of course the look on Micheal's face, if you knew how to read it, spoke of how unlikely that was... but Katherine didn't need to know that.
 
Just hours ago, Katherine would have been shocked at the idea the sound of Michael's voice could possibly anything but a petty annoyance at best and an anxiety provoking nuisance more likely. But with him sitting there so smugly beside her, so pleased at how the moonlight glistened off the moisture on his finger, Katherine's cheeks burned so red her reflection in her window's darkened glass practically glowed, highlighted even more by the contrast with her dark hair and virginal white outfit.

He spoke, and it was at least a moment distraction from her embarrassment. Of course Michael's innuendos were uncouth as always, but at least they took the spotlight off his glistening fingertip and her burning cheeks, saving Katherine from the awkward moment she felt trapped in. The way he dressed her, her pale, smooth, slender shoulders absolutely bare, her chest exposed almost down to her nipples as the corset just offered her breasts up for his casual viewing, it just made the soft gasps she was still trying to suppress feel all the more obvious and embarrassing to her. She knew he did it on purpose. It was like everything uncomfortable or embarrassing to her he did on purpose. So let him talk at her, better than him staring at her. Or touching her.

But still, Michael's words surprised her if only briefly. They almost sounded reasonable, at least at first. She could talk now? So long as it was just the two of them? So it was that Katherine was almost proud of herself for holding her tongue just a little longer even with the unexpected permission, keeping her simmering thoughts to herself long enough for Michael to get to his conditions, the points where he obviously meant to trip her up. Fortunately she hadn't let her mouth run with reckless abandon into another of his miserable minefields before he'd even posted the warning signs.

Civilized. Ha! Right! That word could mean anything in his twisted mind. Just another convenient excuse for him just to judge her and punish her whenever he pleased. Typical! And that bit about not keeping her mouth shut was all the more galling as he had her wearing the stupid ball gag, ready to silence her whenever he felt like it. He had a lot of nerve trying to play the part of the calm man of reason, as if her silence was somehow mere impudence to annoy him, rather than giving her credit for obeying his rules if only to keep him from smacking the stuffing out of her.

She turned to look at him, struggling to keep her tone as polite as she could. "I wouldn't want to... disappoint you. I'm sure it bothers you when a woman keeps her mouth shut, so you can't shove..." Thankfully the car lurched to a stop before all the indignities and disagreements boiling over inside her spilled out despite her best efforts.

Katherine turned, careful not to twist her torso so much her nipples would slip out of the tight corset in plain view. She hadn't expected a stop in a place like this: some sort of big outlet mall. It was the kind of place where little kids whined for cotton candy and Toys R Us and parents shopped for gas grills and bought peanut butter in bulk. It was not a place Katherine wanted to be dragged out and displayed like this. It was a place for normal people, and normal dress, living normal lives, not the likes of Michael, nor for what he'd temporarily turned her into. This couldn't be it, please don't let this be it. She could see couples and old ladies walking to their cars out the darkened window and with all her might and irrationality, tried to will the car to keep rolling.

Jess drove them a little further -- good old Jess -- just off the beaten path, away from the well-lit busy parking lots and the bustling shoppers, to a smaller guarded lot where almost no one seemed to go. Katherine's senses were alert, her eyes darting around out the windows, suddenly intensely aware he was probably going to take her out here, unless he was stopping for smoothies.

Finally at a full stop Katherine opened her mouth to finish her thought and tell him off, since she was probably half way to a spanking anyway for what she'd already said -- might as well get her money's worth. But he was up and out before she could make a sound, the door hanging open. Katherine glanced for a moment, the growing panic at how she was dressed and what might be here hard to ignore. She briefly considered trying to totter away in the insanely impossible heels towards a mall filled with people who would only see her as a crazy naked girl and ridicule her or call the police or her dad for her lewd exposure. Shocked at her own decision, Katherine found herself following him out of the car, unsteady as a newborn colt on as her awkward heels wobbled on the pavement, hating the way she willingly took his arm, playing the role of his ornament. But in her instantaneous choice between Michael and fleeing to risk exposure at the mall, she had chosen him, the microscopically lesser of two disgusting evils -- both of which were really his fault of course.

Katherine twisted her neck and out of the corner of her eye and caught that Jess wasn't coming in. It was probably for the best. No sense Jess having to suffer through this as well. But it bothered her that Michael couldn't even be bothered to thank Jess for having driven them, obviously on some sort of extra evening shift after a day at the office too. Katherine peeked back at Jess and winked while mouthing, "Thank you." Sister to sister.

Lurching and stumbling out into the night air and having to depend on Michael to keep her from face planting in front of the few people in the lot took a toll on Katherine's spirit. She tried to ignore the eyes on her body, the evaluating glances, clearly assuming so much about her that was just so untrue. Her only defense was to ignore it and focus on safe observations that might help her, to use her brain while they objectified her body.

Michael certainly made sure Katherine had plenty to see on the short unsteady walk from the car to the building's fancy door in the middle of the plain wall. The people they passed leaving the club, after giving her the same strange appraising looks, were incredibly respectful to Michael, deferential even in some cases. And Michael was walking so slowly, maybe because of her tiny faltering steps, but Katherine couldn't help thinking he was working very hard to make sure she saw the way he was treated here, the way his car had a reserved spot so close to the door. Like he was some kind of royalty here for a visit. His ego was obvious, as always. Ego was good. Ego could be deflated.

Inside the red door with the black K was an unexpectedly elegant sort of foyer, nicely appointed, with double wood doors sporting a strange carving. The doors looked like they belonged to some fancy East Coast smoking club reserved for oil barons and railroad tycoons. This place, hidden from view from the outside, here on the inside spoke of money and power, a lot of it, the kind that Michael seemed desperately to want her to believe he had. What if he really was this wealthy from peddling his smut? What couldn't he buy? Well, not her, for one thing.

There was a hostess at the inner door in a ridiculous outfit that had Katherine almost embarrassed on her behalf. The woman was beautiful, statuesque, and dressed in a shiny red leather body suit so tight even Katherine couldn't help noticing how fit she was, and in one hand she was holding a riding crop. Her over-the-top costume straddled the fuzzy line between stylish and tawdry, and the riding crop made her seem almost a cliched joke, like having a costumed Mickey Mouse greet you at the Disneyland gates -- all atmosphere and salesmanship, no reality.The hostess was eying them, saving a look for Katherine that made her shiver and put goosebumps on her bare shoulders.

Michael stopped in front of the woman, the smack of the crop against her red leather-clad thigh making Katherine flinch. In the heels, even on carpet she felt like she was balancing on a point, only Michael's arm really keeping her steady as he spoke with the hostess loudly enough for Katherine to be forced to listen, clearly for her benefit. As she listened, Katherine felt her simmering cauldron of annoyances and unspoken objections bubbling even hotter, and it took all her will power from blurring out how stupid everything was. But she didn't speak yet, struggling to save her observations, to wait until the time was right, when she wouldn't get in trouble just for having an opinion. It was clear though, that Michael was orchestrating some kind of performance here to send her a message, that was how he worked, a filmmaker who sold the illusions and broken girls to lonely and perverted men.

Then Katherine saw it all in a flash of inspiration, what this big performance was about. The way he had that special parking spot, how everyone bowed and scraped as they greeted him, even how it seemed so important to figure out the new girl on his arm -- her. As if he was the one who owned the place! Yet how many times had he gone out of his way to mention this so-called friend who owned the place? How many times had he already talked about his friend who was going to prove to Katherine that woman could behave like Michael too, could dominate -- as if he thought that would somehow poke a hole in Katherine's every belief, which was silly, but now his fixation on it made sense! Look at the catsuit! It probably had a tag in the back that said "property of Lemarchand films" -- a cheap knock off, it was so obvious. Just look at it.

And the woman, made up and perfect -- probably coerced into playing this part just the way Jess was outside pretending to be a Chauffeur as well as a receptionist. Michael was pretending a woman owned this place, pretending that woman was powerful and dominant as he really was, just to make his absurd point to her. Why else go to all this trouble? The woman was overplaying the whole conversation, like an amateur playing Shakespeare, even the weird leering way she had of implying she would like to do something to Katherine. It was almost laughable, and it was hard for Katherine to keep from giving away how she'd seen through it. It was ridiculous how the woman went so out of her way to stress it was her club. The way she seemed respectful of him like the others, yet making such a big overdone show of trying to be in charge. Katherine glanced at Michael, and it just didn't make sense that the woman was in charge and not Michael. Everything in her body told her Michael was in charge, and her thoughts clicked into place with every word the woman said to her. It made the woman seem all the sillier to Katherine, the way she deftly mocked Katherine while seeming to compliment her, thinking she would make her jealous by mentioning other girls -- ha! as if!

Katherine's mouth started to open to fire back, and she almost smirked back at the woman who was still looking down at her so intensely -- really? Does anybody really look at someone like that? Other than Michael maybe? And Katherine took a peek at Michael. Disgusting and repulsive as he was, in his nicely cut suit with his simple confident manner, he looked so much more the part in Katherine's eyes than this actress -- for she was surely acting.

Finally, Katherine couldn't contain herself anymore. Michael was the one who had said it. "When you meet the Mistress of the club you will show her all due respect." Fine. If he wanted her to think this was the Mistress of the club, so be it.

Katherine stuck out her hand, as if to shake it. That was respect, after all. "Hello Miss... um, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name. I'm Katherine. I'm delighted to meet you. You have a... uh... well, a lovely club here, don't you." All due respect. Katherine was just getting started puncturing his ego and tearing down his stupid little stage act. This was going to be fun. Katherine loved seeing through foolishness, loved being proved right.
 
There was no act in this, Micheal had no need to act beyond what he did with his work. He had wanted to win this in a manner that was at least fair, or something resembling the idea of fairness. TO set up a fake BDSM club as a stage and use random people as actors and actresses to prove a point would have made any victory that he achieved meaningless. Besides, he had reality to show her, he was trying to expose her to the truth and open her eyes rather then just beat her into submission or winning through trickery.

Still he watched Katherine carefully, curious about how she would react to meeting his oldest and closest friend, the only person who knew him from back when he had just been a young college student without the slightest idea what it was like to enjoy the power that he now had, who hadn't even tried to expand his own horizons. Katherine might suspect some kind of trick but in truth Micheal felt that he owed just about everything he was to Mistress Carolyn and the instructions that he had given his young challenger earlier were more about ensuring that she respected his friend then making sure that she respected a dominant that she encountered... for a moment though he had to wonder if he was seeing the hint of a smirk on Katherine's lips before she introduced herself and stuck her hand out as if she expected it to be shaken.

There was nothing he could do except for a moment where he sighed and closed her eyes, Katherine really didn't understand what was expected of her. She was here as a submissive, even if you were speaking respectfully your body language had to show your subservient position, to just go and boldly introduce yourself, offering your hand as though an equal was a laughable mistake... fortunately only the Mistress of the club had seen it and there wouldn't be any repercussions... for Micheal anyway.

Mistress Carolyn responded immediately, the riding crop which she had been tapping against her side quickly flicking out, catching Katherine's offered hand on the up swing and then quickly coming back down over one of her breast, an audible blow that would no doubt leave a painful red mark on the tender flesh.

“Micheal...” She tutted softly as she lowered the crop again, an eyebrow raised as she looked over to her friend. “This young lady has impeccable manners but she really needs to learn what her place is.” After a nod of agreement from Micheal and ignoring any response from Katherine she turned on her heel and moved to the doors of the club, a glance back over her shoulder to give Micheal a knowing smirk before she pushed the doors wide open, giving Katherine a clear look inside of the club and her first real glimpse of the BDSM underground she had failed to understand.

Through the doors was a room that was moderately lit, the lights kept low on purpose to allow for semblance of intimacy for those within. Through the doors was a large space, a bar along one wall where drinks were being poured by a large man wearing only leather straps for the sake of modesty, more drinks being carried through the club by people in a variety of get ups, all of them heavily fetishized and not a single one of them meeting the eyes of the people they had served. The area was not overly filled with people, it was a rather slow night and the membership were only the wealthy who had the membership, who could afford it and were deemed worthy of entrance by the mistress of the club. Later on in the night there was a stage show scheduleded though and it was expected that once the act took the stage across from the bar.

But the important part was the diversity there, doms and subs of all genders intermingling with a large number of different kinks and fashions on display. From those who showed their dominance by dressing as a proper professional to at the other end of the spectrum was a young lady, little older then Katherine in a cat suit crawling around on all fours, her entire body save her mouth and eyes covered in black latex with a firmly anchored tail sticking from her shapely rear.

And with an arm around her waist, straddling the line of protective and possessive Micheal led Katherine into the club. The music which was already soft dimmed further and some of the lights were raised. No formal announcement was made, no introduction given but the people there knew who had just entered with the owner of the club, they already knew who Micheal was and they had either seen or heard about the young woman who had challenged him. They didn't know the details, many had suspected a publicity stunt on the part of Micheal but it was at least interesting that they had arrived together. Micheal ignored them all though, ignored the whispers, and the few wolf whistles, leading Katherine to a raised dias at the back end of the club, Mistress Carolyn taking the literal throne at the center of the dias and Micheal taking a seat beside her, motioning for Katherine to take position on a cushion at the side of the chair her had sat down in. “Look around...” He instructed her as he too looked out at the assembled people. “There is a cross section here that I doubt you learned about in whatever research you did before attempting to challenge me... no matter how this ends you will have at least learned something.”
 
Katherine wasn't sure if her offered hand would be met with a smile of kindred sisterhood -- if the woman would realize Katherine was on to the game -- but she never expected what the woman actually did. No hand met hers. That crop that kept tapping against the woman's red-clad thigh suddenly sliced upward and smacked Katherine right in the hand. Katherine gasped and pulled her hand back like from a hot stove, the outraged expression still forming on her face when the crop slashed downward again and smacked her right on her bare chest, the top of her breast where the corset all but offered her up as a soft target.

It hurt. Not as bad as Michael's spanking, but it hurt. More so because it was done by the woman she thought was play acting and would realize Katherine was really on her side. Katherine started to hop up and down awkwardly until her painfully pointed toes quickly hurt too much for that either, muttering under her breath at the sharp little sting on her breast, her hand smarting as she looked back with a wounded expression at the woman's almost smug little half-smile, like she was actually happy she got to do that. What kind of act was this?

As the woman turned on her heel in a way Katherine couldn't hope to match in her debilitating get up, Katherine turned her head carefully, wincing as her hair brushed over the stinging mark on the top of her breast, and started whisper yelling at Michael, "Are you going to let her treat me like that? I thought we had a deal, you, and me, and I'm putting up with your crap but this..." Michael was blatantly ignoring her though, already starting to hustle her along with a grip on her arm, helping her not fall flat on her face as she stumbled beside him, but not letting her slow down or fall behind at all.

"What? Aren't we going to..." The door opened and Katherine's mouth closed. It had to be an act. A movie set. Maybe it looked like some stupid fantasy idea of a kinky club only worse. But the people, women in hand cuffs and leg irons, blindfolds and lace, men in suits and leather with whips or drinks or leashes firmly in their hands, women crawling on the floor or serving refreshments with their eyes lowered so humbly Katherine thought they had to be playing along with a joke, but they weren't. How did he do this? And just as Michael had said, there were even some women in charge, like the crazy bitch who'd smacked her, women with strong gazes looking firmly in control. Katherine didn't feel that way at all, like any control she'd thought she had was slipping from her fingers. She glanced at Michael's eyes, almost tipping over as she took her attention off the floor in front of her, but she saw it in him then. This was real. There was no show, no pretend the way he looked around, or the way people greeted him or stared at her. The respect given to the woman they were with was real too. Oh God, she thought, what had she gotten herself into?

The way he was hustling her along, his arm around her waist, it made her feel like a celebrity being rushed by her bodyguard through a crowd of paparazzi, or a Fortune 500 embezzler being led to the police car. It felt rushed and inexorable, no turning back. And she was so uncomfortable the way practically everyone in the room seemed to turn and follow their progress, so many eyes on her. This was so wrong. The deal was between the two of them, but he was dragging her in front of practically the whole room. She felt herself pressing against him a little as they walked the last few steps, as if she thought she could somehow hide her face or her body from the crowd if she stayed close enough to him. But the whistles, almost like walking past a construction site, told Katherine her efforts were in vain. In the crudest possible way, they were commenting on her, on her body, on her situation. The mark on her breast must be obvious, giving them the wrong idea about her, making them think she was like them. She shook her head, like they would understand what she was saying no to, but it didn't matter.

All the attention, like a royal procession, continued even as they reached a raised little platform in back, with fancy chairs like thrones for the royalty. The woman in the tight red leather, the crop still menacingly at her side, sat down like the Queen of the ball, like her eyes were surveying her domain. Michael stepped up onto the platform and sat down in a seat of obvious honor beside the woman who now clearly really did seem to run the place. Katherine wobbled on her pointed boots, her heart aching from the little slap of the crop, but more from the pain of having been so wrong and now being stuck here like this. There was nowhere she could run, not like this, and a whole room full of people with whips and handcuffs to wade through even to get to the door.

Michael told her to look around, speaking so condescendingly it made her want to smack him, as if she did no research -- she had done a little, just not enough, obviously -- but she kept her hand at bay, fighting back her annoyance. She could still see the crack lightly tapping against the woman's thigh even as she sat, like it was a nervous habit, like she felt she might want to hit someone with it again at any moment. And Katherine needed her hands free to keep from losing her balance.

She saw the cushion at his feet beside him as Michael pointed at it, and Katherine's heart burned hot at how demeaning it was as she slowly realized what he meant, to have her kneel on the floor while they sat in chairs like thrones. But she was so close to falling over she didn't have the luxury of clinging to her dignity for very long. With two faltering steps on trembling legs she got herself up on the platform beside Michael, her eyes lowered as she felt a huge lump of shame stuck in her throat, keeping her from telling him what she really thought as she crumpled slowly to the floor at his feet and knelt down on the cushion. She couldn't face the crowd, staring intently at the fabric of her pillow. If anyone watched it mistook her annoyed embarrassment for subservient humility, there was nothing she could do about it. And it might be a little while until she figure out how she could do much about anything at all.

She knelt quietly, listening as her heart pounded, trying not to draw any attention, just praying the time would pass quickly and she could stumble out of here and back to her real life, her normal life, and pretend for another week that none of this was happening.
 
It felt good to be back in the club, even if it was a slower night for the place it still made him smile to be here. This was a place where he could be himself at all times, no need to smile and play civil while in public like so many other people expected of him, no one here judged him for his tastes in women or what he enjoyed doing to those young women. Even his neighbors who made such a show of being so progressive undoubtedly judged him behind their closed doors... but here was a place where he could just rip away Katherine's clothing and the only judgment that would exist would come from those who were envious of him, or perhaps envious of her. As she had pressed against him on their way to the dias he had enjoyed the moment, given no sign of his enjoyment on anything more then a physical level, his body reacting very clearly but deeper down it was something pleasant.

Even if it was just an illusion... having her press against him in such a manner was enjoyable, a semblance of intimacy that was so often faked. This wasn't any more real then what he normally received from the young women he fucked, who threw themselves into it just to please their wealthy lover rather then through real interest... but at the same time there was no duplicity in the way that she clung to him.

As Katherine took the position that he indicated for her Micheal relaxed in his chair, taking hold of her hair and with steady pressure guiding her head to his lap. He knew what would be going through her head but rather then bringing her face to his crotch he instead just laid her head down on his lap so that she could look out over the crowd, lightly running his hand across her neck and through her hair as though he were stroking the fur of a favored pet. It might be amusing to just force her to take him into her mouth right then in public but for now he wasn't going to go that far. She had been so mortified just the day before when he had gotten her just to kiss it in private... but in public he wondered if she might die of shame or blush so hard that it caused her skin to have something akin to a shame based sunburn.

Of course Mistress Carolyn was watching, seeing more then most did, knowing that normally Micheal would be forcing his way into the throat of a young lady right now in an improvised little show of dominance for everyone there, maybe even heading up on stage for it. She suspected that her old friend wouldn't take an easy way out on this, she didn't know all the rules for the game but she knew Micheal, knew that he would want to make Katherine submit of her own free will. The crop continued to tap on her thigh, she liked how people would stare at the crop, knowing that so long as their attention was focused on the length of cow hide she had power over them.

Looking out over the crowd Micheal saw Jess moving in, moving straight for a young woman in little more then fishnets and strips of latex who stood at one side and greeted his PA by falling to the ground and kissing her boots, smiling at the sight of Jess with her new girlfriend, a relationship that was relatively new but it seemed sincere and was rather sweet. That didn't matter though, he had his plans and he had to move things forward with the night for what would occur after the time at the club.

With a raised hand he called over one of the servers, a young man who like all others kept his eyes down turned. “Scotch and soda for me, water for my young guest.” He said after a moments consideration. “We need to keep her hydrated for some of the nights later activities... and bring her water in a bowl.” Oh it was a dirty little thing to do, some might call it beneath him but Katherine really needed to start learning what her place was and by putting the water in a bowl before her Micheal hoped that she might open her eyes just a little bit and start to understand just what she had thrown herself into.
 
Katherine didn't see Jess come in, didn't see any of her interactions with the scantily clad girl kissing her feet. Katherine's jumbled, distracted thoughts were elsewhere, her eyes locked on Michael's shoes with single-minded focus, like she was meditating intensely enough to make the rest of the crowd disappear. She wasn't ready to deal with the way they must be staring at her, all the assumptions they would be making, the whispers. Katherine was born for the top of the totem pole, not the bottom, and the experience was putting her completely off balance.

She was so keenly aware of how the panties Michael made her wear were little more than lacy little wisps of nothing that revealed everything, anyone who bothered to look as he'd led her in suddenly private to her body's secrets. How could she look up and meet anyone's eyes knowing that? So, oddly enough Katherine was almost relieved to be kneeling at his feet like some pet -- should have been infuriated, really -- but at least she was able to keep her legs closed in the back of the room, with no one sitting behind the dais able to check out how the panties revealed her backside. But it made her so aware of the patch of bare thigh left revealed by the shiny boots he kept her in, like little more than a runway for male attention she was sure, prompting the eye to look higher, making Katherine utterly certain she would have to be as careful about her posture this night as one of those hoop skirted Victorian ladies, with so much more at stake. Not that she was a complete prude, but on her own terms, not Michael's, her body not some toy to be displayed on a whim.

Suddenly the urge to put her fingers under the collar and tug on it, to loosen it was almost overwhelming but she fought it, unwilling to show Michael how he was making her feel. She forced her jittery hands to stay flat on her bare thighs, just kind of staring at his shoes and trying to ignore everything else in the room, not even wanting to know if people were looking at her. In her own mind, she was alone in the room, with Michael and his shoes of course, but that was only because she needed something to focus on to keep her from freaking out.

There was a strong touch at the side of her head, then a pull, and she found herself leaning over toward him, his hand in he hair tugging her toward him. Her hands rose briefly, expecting the worse, but he settled her against his thigh, the fabric rough against her cheek. One hand went lightly to the side of his chair, trying to keep from tipping over from how she kneeled, which would make an incredibly embarrassing display. But all he was doing was stroking her hair and holding her face in his lap, not in a blatantly sexual way -- thank God he wasn't trying to force her to do anything -- just stroking her in a way that under other circumstances, from someone else, somewhere else, might almost have been pleasant. But Michael had his way of making her feel somehow small with everything he did, somehow less than him. She resented it, but did her best not to encourage him to make it worse. She couldn't look at his shoes now. Her hair was a little in front of her eyes as he stroked her, but she did nothing, just stared out at a very bright light in the ceiling, hoping it would burn an afterimage in her retina that would hide everything from her sight for the rest of the night, until she was safely home in bed -- tomorrow.

She saw the shape of a man approach, not looking at his eyes, trying to pretend she wasn't here at all, to not be seen like this. Michael ordered like it was a restaurant. No, a bar. A fancy drink for himself, and then a bowl of water for "her". At first it passed right through her, she assumed she was not part of any of this, that he was ordering for the woman in the red suit at his side. But she wouldn't put up with that would she? Any more than Katherine would under normal circumstances. And just water? Bowl? It had to be for her.

Katherine was thirsty, but Michael deserved no credit for sensitivity or consideration, no points for ordering like some old world chivalrous chauvinist. It was just so like him, as if he could only overcome his own insecurities by having to make her feel that much lower. Water from a bowl, not a glass or a cup. Well if he was really going to make her drink from a bowl while he sat there like royalty drinking from a fancy glass, it was kind of working, she was feeling like the lowest person in the room. But there was no way she'd give him the satisfaction of knowing it, that would be a recipe for disaster if he knew he could get to her. No way. Her little shiver of disgust didn't count, as he had her so naked here it would easily be mistaken for a chill. She would drink from the bowl with every bit of the same dignity he drank from his cup, no difference between them at all.
 
While the initial motion to pull her head to his lap and run his hand through her hair wasn't sexual the closeness of her body quickly made him react to her presence. Though he was essentially ignoring her other then the motion of his hand and of course the ordering of the water for her he knew that his cock was starting to harden, growing down the same leg where her head was currently resting and she would notice it before long. He was slightly curious how she would react, he suspected that she would of course remain calm and continue to remain where she was but it would be amusing for him to observe her suffering in silence. No doubt she would be telling herself that she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of reacting to what he did to her.

As he held her there, feeling his erection press against her through the leg of his pants Micheal carried on a conversation with Carolyn, enjoy a little simple small talk as though they were just in any given Starbucks on any given day of the week rather then in a fetish club... it was all there just to ensure that Katherine knew that she was beneath him in this scenario, that he had all the power and that he would acknowledge her whenever he felt like it. It took only a few minutes for their drink to arrive, a large silver dog dish full of water set down at Katherine's side and Micheal's glass placed right in his hand... though it appeared that the quick service wasn't fast enough for the mistress of the club who quickly lashed out with her crop leaving a heavy welt across the thigh of the server.

It was with his drink in hand that Micheal started to relay the events of the day before, when he had spanked Katherine, forcing her to kiss his cock before she would go. “Honestly Carolyn, for a moment I thought she was going to spend all night in my lap... she is a proud little thing so my first project is to break her of that.” He said with a smile as he released Katherine, giving her a discreet push away from his lap and glancing down at her. The clubs Mistress looked immensely amused by the entire story that had been relayed to her, to composed to do anything as crude as just laugh at the story but smiling a little bit and slowly sipping from a glass of wine that was brought to her before clearing her throat, a new club employee bringing her a microphone which she used to address the assembled club.

“Assembled deviants!” She greeted everyone there, a greeting that got a decent chuckle from the attendees in the club. “Tonight we have a special treat, for those assembled Dominants who don't want to put in the effort to raise a hand and chastise a misbehaving sub with a spanking or a caning people have a separate option. If you would direct your attention to the stage we will have a demonstration of electro-stimulation as a form of punishment.”

As she spoke two people took the stage, the first a naked blonde woman who was little older then Katherine and at her side a middle aged man wearing only a pair of loose fitting white cotton slacks, in his hand was a device made mostly of plastic, what looked like a simplified television remote in his hand with a strip of orange plastic emerging from one end of it, the plastic tipped with two small metal pieces. The club was mostly silent at this point and as the man triggered the device there was a cracking noise and for a moment a little bit of electricity arched between the two prongs.

Micheal wasn't paying attention to the stage though, as the prongs were pressed into the back of the woman's thigh just above the knee and a small yelp came from her before she quickly dropped to he knees, knowing the routine that had been set up for the demonstration. He was watching Katherine, curious how she would react to this. He had little personal interest in using such toys himself, preferring a hands on method, but seeing how she viewed it would be a useful insight.

The strangest thing of course being that with every shock the young blonde might have yelped with pain but a close observer might take note of the moisture that gathered on her thighs, and the small shudder of pleasure that accompanied each shock, a masochist on display and Micheal suspected that the choice had not been coincidental with his return to the club.
 
The minutes went on, Katherine kneeling with her head so awkwardly on Michael's leg near his lap, feeling his hand gently stroking her head like his only concern in the world was that her long black hair was perfectly smooth and brushed back lightly over her slender bare shoulder. It was demeaning but not difficult, embarrassing but not painful. She focused on other thoughts, not wanting to make a fuss and get herself in hot water in this frighteningly deviant place over something this utterly stupid and petty behavior of his. The hard part was keeping herself quiet, putting up with it, putting up with the way the two of them up in their chairs chatted away like she wasn't even there, treating her like some pretty little nothing to distract themselves with.

That she felt the first rustle of his pants leg against the back of her head. Katherine tensed. The shifting of his pants got worse, and then she felt something solid nudging her firmly. Oh God, how disgusting could he be? Getting hard from treating her like this? This wasn't even about his attraction to her body or how he had her all dressed up, or the sight of her practically naked in these faux-panties -- he couldn't even see her now as far as she could tell, and still he was getting hard. He was such a pig.

Her back muscles rippled lightly with nervous tension as she forced her hand not to push her away from his chair. Nothing so obvious, she knew that would just make it worse. But she struggled to move her head ever so slowly, ever so slightly away from the feeling of his grossness touching her, to move without letting either of them see. Hopefully, the way they were ignoring her in conversation and treating her like she barely even existed would help with that. But each little movement was matched by him getting even harder and catching up to her, pressing her again, like his cock was chasing her and hunting her down. How big was he? She was running out of pants length to fidget her way along. She finally gave up and knelt quietly, fuming silently, her eyes closed now as if she she was two again and whatever she didn't see wasn't actually there.

Heavy footsteps approached again, but Katherine kept her eyes closed tight, not wanting to deal with the idea of someone seeing her like this. Michael's hand stroked her still and his cock still poked her in the back of the head, an insistent reminder of how disgusting he was. Katherine bristled as the footsteps shuffled a bit right next to her, her muscles taut like she was in fight or flight and knowing full well neither was an option. There was a sound on the floor right below her and she opened her eyes to catch sight a man's arm pulling back from a shiny silver dish of water right below her. Katherine started to rise up in automatic indignation but ended up hovering just an inch or so over his leg, trapped by the tension between her outrage and the feeling of Michael's hand still firmly stroking her head, pulling her back down. Katherine was furious -- that was a doggy dish, not a bowl! To hell with pretending it didn't bother her dignity, no way she was drinking from that, she would have no dignity left!

Still tense against his hand holding her down there was a sudden whistle and then a sharp familiar crack and a gasp -- not hers, but close, a man's sound of pain. Katherine's body tensed briefly in fear that she was next, parts of her recognizing and flinching away from the sound before she could even think. But the crack of the crop cleared her head, focused her on the important concern of not letting it hit her again. She settled her head back down against his leg, the hard bulge taking up even more of his pants leg than before and making her feel even more disgusted with herself to meekly settle her head back down against it. But the sting on her breast rekindled, reminding her not to make stupid trouble, reminding her to kneel quietly and just pretend she wasn't here, not to make herself a target, just feeling lucky it wasn't her this time. She bottled her outrage safely up inside her where it wouldn't get her whipped by that awful woman again and knelt, breathing hard, staring at the silver bowl on the floor.

Then Michael had the temerity and poor graces to reveal to the woman some of the awful things he had done to Katherine already -- but of course the way they spoke, it all came across as wonderful not awful, and she, Katherine, the stubborn one, the willful little girl who brought it all on herself. She was trying to keep her mouth shut, biting her lip fighting the urge to correct his warped view of history lest his words go unchallenged and simply become the baseline of what this new woman accepted as fact about her. The only thing that kept Katherine from blurting out what a liar Michael was, or at least a distorter of the truth, was the fact her head was down in his lap aimed away from them, not able to see them, and the sting of the crop still warm on her breast as she watched the legs of the man with the water bowl slowly walk away.

But she couldn't show him it bothered her or he'd never stop. And who could tell where he'd want to poke that thing next? Nor could she afford to show the woman she was difficult and troublesome, lest she believe his lies, that his spanking and abuse the day before were somehow justified.

There was a moment of feedback from a sound system and then Katherine heard the same words coming from two places, just above her head to the right and from a sound system above her. The woman was talking. All eyes shifted back on them and Katherine ached to disappear all the more. Most eyes were on the woman, and on Michael, but most took a moment to look her up and down, to glance at how Michael was stroking her like he owned her.

Katherine struggled to hold still, to listen, to collect as much information as she could from what the woman was saying. Let her mind work, keep distractions like her embarrassment at bay. The crowd was cheering. The woman had them. It was a show she was introducing, some sort of electro punishment something or other, and she doubted that meant a night of Trance Karaoke.

Spotlights snapped to a stage, expertly drawing everyone's attention, even Katherine's eyes tracked to the stage from across Michael's lap. Couldn't he stop stroking her now? Hadn't he made his point? Wasn't it enough for him that she let him do it at all? Did he have to prove he could do it as long as he felt too?

On stage, a blonde, a young woman like her only even more naked. A middle aged man, even older than Michael by a few years, more her dad's age maybe, white trousers but shirtless. He was holding something in his hand and approaching the woman. Then the thing in his hand crackled, little lightning sparking so bright on the tip even Katherine could see it from her lowly spot in the back of the room. She jerked and tensed in surprise and then fear for the woman. Michael's hand stroked her more firmly, like he was calming a pet in a storm, and Katherine wanted to get up and smack him just so he wouldn't think her calming down was because of him -- it wasn't, it was because she decided to be smart and pay attention.

Why didn't the woman run? It was obvious something bad was going to happen, but she just stood there, like she accepted it. Run you idiot, you can't just stand there and accept abuse! Her mind went out to her, trying to will her to get away but the stupid girl looked like she wasn't scared at all, more like she was looking at him with love or devotion in her eyes. It was sickening.

Then the man zapped the back of her leg, making her shriek in pain and collapse to her knees. Katherine flinched in Michael's lap, her hand rising in shock from her own lap and touching his calf, like she wanted to get up and help the poor girl. Katherine could see her breathing hard and gathering herself and then looking back up at the man. Please let that be it, please no more. But the man zapped her again, and then again. On her leg, her side, making the girl writhe with each agonizing jolt until she was lying on the floor gasping for breath, but still looking up at him with that stupid adoring look on her face even as even Katherine could see the pain sweat on her skin and her brow furrowed in discomfort. He zapped her again and said something. The woman jerked but only gasped, the sound strange, something more than pain, and her legs slowly opened for the man.

Katherine's hand gripped his leg tight now. She had to stop this. "No, don't let him, he's going to..." She was speaking quietly, her fear for the woman too much, hoping Michael or the woman in charge would have the sense to stop this but it was too late. He zapped her there too, and the girl's body jerked in agony, her hands flying between her legs. Her cries were wrong, like she was having painful sex rather than being tortured. And then she opened her legs again for him. Katherine was breathing hard watching it, silent now as she felt her body reacting in sympathy, something in the woman's cries touching her deeply even though she knew what was being done to her was so wrong. Katherine went silent, giving up trying to stop it, her hand slowly slipping from Michael's calf to rest lightly on the top of his shoe as she flinched again and again, watching the girl get shocked again and again, touching herself every time he said something to her that Katherine could hear.

She wanted to dig a whole and bury herself in it, where she couldn't see this. It was so wrong, especially the way the woman was reacting, and she hated how her own body was for the most part ignoring the woman's pain and the man's cruelty, reacting more to how the woman sickly seemed to embrace her own torture, as if she had it coming to her, as if she welcomed it and wanted it. She tried so hard to slow that recognizable quickening of her breath before he would notice it and get the wrong idea, or use it against her. It was unfair, to keep her practically naked in his lap, treating her this way, and then not expect her to automatically identify with the poor girl, to react to her strangely hypnotic cries of pain. Totally unfair.
 
It wasn't hard for Micheal to read the tenseness of her form, the tightness of her necks muscles, the way she stiffened slightly beneath his touch as he continued to lightly stroke his hand over her hair, enjoying the moments power that he had over her and knowing that she had to feel his arousal, knowing she was uncomfortable with it... but that only made him enjoy this all the more. She was smart enough to remain where she was, to not try to pull away from him or to turn and snap at him. Clearly she was learning though it would take more to get her to actually respond properly it was a start.

The show that was occurring, the young woman being tormented with the prod carried on and Micheal might be enjoying the show, the cries of pain and arousal only made it more enjoyable for him but it was especially important given how Katherine was reacting to it all. Clearly this had irritated her but that was of course the point, a glance to Carolyn telling him just how pleased she was with herself and the show that she had arranged. Micheal hadn't been told about her plan but he approved of it, showing Katherine a darker side of BDSM, one of the purest expressions of pleasure derived from pain that there was. He suspected that only a public whipping would be a more direct demonstration of the duality of pleasure and pain... but that was clearly a much more visceral thing and as such might be a little too much.

“Pain, pleasure... they aren't two entirely separate things.” He mused slowly as the show carried on, knowing that the cries of pleasure and pain mixed together would interrupt her ability to hear him. “The line between them is a rather thin one and in many cases it ceases to exist entirely. Some people are Dominant, some people are Submissive, some people enjoy inflicting pain and others enjoy experiencing pain... none of this is inherently bad. What matters is that the people involved are safe in their practice... I wonder if perhaps you might have a masochist streak somewhere deep inside.” Micheal doubted that his words would be fully appreciated, Katherine almost seem to be enraptured in the show that was occurring on stage but none of that mattered to Micheal.

As the show came to its climax the young woman started to finger herself violently as the man accompanying her seemed to be pressing the prod into her at random, shocking her again and again as her cries filled the room, then a spray of fluid around her fingers, her body going limp and the prod slowly lowered as polite applause filled the club... the show clearly at the end as the young woman slowly climbed to her feet and exited her stage along with her master.

With the show having closed Micheal looked down to where Katherine remained, knowing the she hadn't really moved from his lap but seeing the water untouched. It seemed that perhaps there would need to be another show for the club, it was tempting for a second to borrow the prod but knew that was far to advanced for his young toy. “Katherine... I do believe I said that you need to be well hydrated and you haven't even touched your water...” He said slowly, irritation clear. Reaching down he gripped her by her hips, lifting her into his lap so that she sat facing the crowd, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her in place.

Much of the club had returned to what they had been up to before but Micheal felt no reason to announce the new show that was about to occur, knowing people would pay attention soon enough and Mistress Carolyn seemed almost reading his mind, watching with a smirk on her face as she settled into her throne, microphone still in hand.

“Its better to do what I want you too Katherine...” He murmured into her ear, left hand still holding her in place but right hand starting to tease over her thigh. “Drinking from the bowel might have been humiliating but I think you will find what happens next is worse.”
 
Katherine was very jittery, her head still in Michael's lap as she watched the woman on stage reacting so very inappropriately to being tortured in public. Either this was another show Michael was putting on to try to con her into believing this sort of thing was totally fun -- and "see, the woman even enjoys it" -- or something sick was going on.

What was sick, though, was that for some reason it was working on her. Each zap, every cry and gasp of the crowd, made Katherine flinch in disbelief. It looked real enough. And the whole time her head was spinning around and around the central realization that watching the woman's sordid abuse and apparently sexual reaction was somehow stimulating Katherine in an entirely wrong way.

She could only imagine it was either that her sensitivities were so aghast at this cruelty that her body felt the need to protect her from it by wrapping it in a completely different reaction, or there was some biologically ancient female self-defense mechanism in play -- watching another woman in the village conquered and raped by the invading barbarians and just naturally and instinctively preparing her most delicate parts to be raped next, a misplaced survival instinct.

Neither idea made her feel any better, though, especially with Michael stroking her hair like she was his pet and whispering depraved things about pain and pleasure and how they could twist around each other and get all confused and wrapped up into one somehow. Or something like that. It was hard to pay attention. This wasn't exactly like an ideal classroom setting for listening to him.

She could feel her nipples swelling against the corset thing and prayed they weren't going to pop right out. Katherine hated what was going on. What was happening on stage was just wrong and no one was stopping it, but worse was her body, the way the lacy panties felt against the bare skin between her kneeling legs now, almost like the scant fabric was slicked down damp against her, and please don't let Micheal see that.

The woman's cries were getting more urgent and the zaps making the crowd gasp louder as each was more cruel than the last. Katherine shut her eyes, wanting to ignore it all, wishing she could shut her ears too. But then she had to open them again, needing to see what happened to the woman, as if she were the one sane person in the room capable of truly bearing witness to these atrocious acts and recognizing them for what they were.

Only Michael seemed to recognize it too. Sadism. It was sadistic. He waxed eloquent about submissives and masochism and pain. It was disturbing he knew exactly what was going on and didn't care. He was even going so far as to speculate wildly -- just to annoy her, obviously -- that she herself might be a masochist.

Katherine whispered practically into his thigh, the words needing to be said lest his accusation linger, "Even if I was it's better than being a sadist, like you." Sadism, the times she'd even allowed herself to consider such things, had always struck her as evil cruelty, while masochism seemed a bit deluded but harmless, maybe even admirable, like a misplaced sense of self-sacrifice or an awareness that others came first just taken to an extreme. There could be worse things than calling her a masochist.

The show was almost done, and the woman was touching herself like it was a slow weekend morning home in bed with a sweet fantasy, not like she was lying on a stage in front of hundreds of perverts being zapped and tortured again and again, but the result was the same either way. The sounds of the woman's passion, her loud and intense orgasm, couldn't help but make Katherine's face burn hot again, her heart pound in sympathy for everything the poor woman must be feeling, as if Katherine could almost feel it herself. She squirmed uncomfortably, a little embarrassed to witness all this, half naked herself and having her body react the way it was. She didn't even like porn, so to react to something like this was mystifying to her.

The show was over and still he stroked her hair, until his voice suddenly took a different tone. She didn't know what set him off. Was it that she defended herself against his ridiculous accusation she might be a masochist? She hadn't said it loud enough for anyone to hear or be disrespectful and he was talking to her after all. What did she do wrong?

The bowl of water. He actually expected her to drink from it? But...

Suddenly he was bending over her, showing a strength she wouldn't have guessed was in him. His hands were at her hips, his grip solid, and then he lifted he upward. Her arms and legs flailed out in shock and disorientation, shiny boots gleaming, her breasts perilously close to spilling out of the corset for all to see, no room for thought or keeping her legs together. Her hair hung in front of her face as she writhed but couldn't get out of his embrace. Her surprised shriek was short as she immediately shut her mouth tight, afraid any noise would just have people looking at her like this. Then she was across his lap, his hands adjusting her legs astride his, touching her bare thighs and her boots however he pleased until he had her just so, facing the crowd.

He pulled her back against him but her face was still on the crowd, and she kept very very quiet so as not to have anyone look at her, not like this, not with her legs spread as she was straddling his thighs, facing away from him, probably everything on display. Her hands jousted briefly with his as she felt the situation spiraling out of control, everything a mess and she was in trouble again even though she was trying so hard. But he just firmly put them back at her side, catching them with his arms so all she could do was wriggle uselessly.

MIchael's tone grew menacing and Katherine heard the shift in the adjacent throne as the woman leaned in with interest at what he might plan to do her. She panicked. She didn't shout or yell, but she had to stop this. "I'm sorry, Please MIchael, I... I didn't realize, the show and everything and you were talking to me. I got distracted. Please I want to drink from the bowl, please don't do anything to me." She so did NOT want to drink from the bowl, but after what she'd seen on stage, Katherine knew with certainty as she trembled in his lap that there were far worse things in Michael's evil heart than drinking water from a dog's bowl. "Please."
 
As he pulled her up into his lap Micheal reflected on a few of the things she had said, her comments that it was better to be a masochist then a sadist and really that was just the most amusing thing she could have possibly said. Micheal had suspected that she had a bit of a martyr complex going on in her head, the way that she had practically jumped at the chance to throw herself into an uncomfortable situation, suffering for the reward that would be awarded to someone else. Really it was cute, perhaps she thought that her suffering would somehow be noble, the filthy acts he would preform upon her would be justified because there was some money that would be awarded to a charity that she deemed worthy... she would suffer to remove him from his business, suffering thinking that she might spare others the sort of degradation that he inflicted upon her.

Of course he might be a sadist, honestly there never was a might there... Micheal was a sadist and he made no apologies or excuses about it. It was who he was, who he had always been, and he always took care never to cause any permanent disfigurement... his tastes never went quite as far as others did. He enjoyed causing pain of course, not just the physical but the emotional and mental breakdown that he would be inflicting on anyone that he saw was worthy of his attention... and Katherine was just the sort whom he had looked forward to finding... she hadn't found her place in the world yet but soon she would and it would be Micheal's hand that taught her the whole way along.

He had introduced her to the physical pain but now she would need to learn that his will was absolute, she would either bend to it or he would break her and then remold her into something more fitting to his desires. Either way he would be getting what he wanted, the complications in the process were of course entirely in her hands.

“Stay still Katherine...” He chastised her quickly, a flick of his wrist delivering a slap to the thigh that he had been caressing. “Yesterday I made things easy for you, your punishment ending as soon as you were willing to do as I had instructed... tonight I will not be so easy going.” His hand moved up her thigh, pressing two fingers against the lacy crotch of the panties he had selected for her, pleased to find the evidence of moisture there. That discovery earned Katherine a small chuckle from Micheal in her ear and a amused look from the leather-clad woman sitting at their side.

“Could it be that you enjoyed the little show?” He asked, his voice level with perhaps the slightest hint of approval there, to him this was fertile ground that he could work with. Of course it would take a little bit of effort but before long he suspected that he would be able to see the fruits of the labor that he would put in... plant the seed in such fertile ground, ensure that it is watered and well tended... that was all that it would take to see the results that he desired. His fingers began to press a little harder against her, pressing the damp and lacy material against her slit, sliding them slowly up and down as the pressure continued to force the material into her just a little bit at a time. “Well don't worry Katherine, I suspect that you will find this punishment quite a bit more enjoyable then what you experienced yesterday.”

Of course that was the entire point wasn't it? Her body would react under his touch, he had all the power right now and while few people were paying any mind to what he was doing he knew that the audience would increase before long, word whispered through the crowd and spreading like wild fire.
 
Even with Michael keeping her arms down at her sides and held tight astride his lap, Katherine kept tensing and twisting, like she still believed if she could just escape his grip then the worst of what was coming could be avoided. With his arms locked around her from behind, his hand was free to do as he pleased in front of her. He touched her bare thigh, stroking, caressing the short distance from the top of her shiny boots to that tight little area right by her lacy panties, where she felt so sweaty and damp.

Katherine hated the way his touch there made her shiver and she bucked a little harder even to conceal it, but he didn't stop. So she kept resisting, didn't know what else to do, and her mind trapped inside the thought that he had control of her now and worse was coming. She kept squirming as he stroked her like if she could just get free for a second she could drink the doggy bowl of water and everything would be ok.

But Michael's arms were unyielding and then his voice was firm and commanding right in her ear, telling he to stay still. It was the sharp slap right on the tingling sensitive flesh he had just been stroking that made her jerk in his lap and yelp softly in pain and finally settle down, breathing hard, her eyes blazing away into the darkness over the crowd where he couldn't see her silent fury.

Her anxiety grew as he tried to make the previous day's outrage sound as if it was somehow merciful compared to what was about to happen, how there would be no stopping this time. "I'm sorry, please, I made a mistake." She whispered it over her shoulder, unable to tell if he was listening to her, unable to tell if her words had any effect on him, but to afraid to speak any louder and draw unwanted attention to her plight.

Then she tensed in his grasp as his hand slid across the sting of his slap on her bare flesh, then higher until he actually touched the edge of her panties, the damp lace making him laugh at her softly right in her ear. Katherine wanted to die on the spot, she was so embarrassed. Her legs were trapped with his knees against her legs between them, pushing her open, and in her shame she tried to lift her knees, trying to pull her legs up and together, to protect herself from his prying fingers, but it just made his legs push more insistently between hers, and ground her bottom down against his lap, hating the feeling of him inside his pants pressing against her.

She shook her head, hair flying side to side behind her and hopefully whacking him in the face as she denied his insinuation that she enjoyed the show. What he was feeling wasn't "enjoyment" it was female sympathetic response, or a biological mistake, something like that. He so did not understand women. But she kept quiet as a few men in the back row nearest them had turned to start looking at her, kept quiet even as his fingers brushed against her bare wetness beneath the damp lace, rubbing the soft fabric against her and making her shiver again despite herself.

He was tugging on the panties, drawing the lace tight and practically stroking her with it as if he knew exactly where her sensitive spot was and working it back and forth so it started to spread her lips, pulling it up into her a bit. She bit her lip and tensed, trying to ignore the sensations, his awareness of her wetness from the show bad enough already. Katherine did not want to start moaning or bucking in his lap or acting like some stupid porn star for him just because he knew where her clitoris was. But he just didn't stop, and she hated the way everything he did had to seem relentless, like he would never stop until he knew he'd made his point.

More people where turning to look, and she realized her breath had turned ragged, her hips moving just a little, almost convulsively as she couldn't sit still while he did that to her. Her face was so hot and as more eyes turned to her, she had to turn away, staring down at the floor to he left, at the cushion she'd been kneeling on, at the shiny doggy bowl with the water in it. It felt too good and she was miserable that she couldn't just use her intellect or determination to ignore what he was doing to her. She just stared at the bowl, hating it too, but wishing she had just drank from it back when she had the chance, before her stupidity had her up in his lap like this, getting rubbed like one of his willing sluts, on display and reacting so shamefully in front of all the men turning to watch, her body betraying her.
 
Micheal was of course enjoying this situation immensely, as much shame as Katherine was experiencing he was at the opposite end of the spectrum, the exhibitionist in him enjoying putting on the live show for the people in the club. There was no need to call direct attention to what he was doing, before too long people would have all caught on by themselves and enjoy the show he was giving them. As more and more people turned to look at them he just smirked at the audience, things slowly growing quiet as they caught onto the unscheduled entertainment. A few were drawing closer to the dias, wanting to have a better look at Katherine but none dared to actually set food onto the raised area, knowing that was one of the places you didn't go without express invitation from the mistress of the club.

As she shifted slightly over his lap Micheal pressed back against her, enjoying the sensation though it was a rather simple one, made all the better because it wasn't something she was trying to do. The impromptu lap dance she was giving him was not an attempt to escape from his attentions but instead a natural and possibly unwilling reaction to the pleasures she was receiving. Of course she tried to look away from the crowd, knowingly ashamed of what she had done but that just wouldn't do and Micheal was quick to react.

His arm moved from around her waist, hand gripping her jaw and moving her face to force her to look out over the assembled people in the club. “Keep your eyes open or this can get much worse.” He warned her, his voice harsh, thickened with lust. There were ways that he could make it worse, simply by asking Carolyn if he could borrow a few of the little toys that he kept around he suspected he could reduce Katherine to a quivering puddle of lusty flesh... using his own fingers though were so much more satisfactory, if he used some toy then it would give Katherine some excuse for what was occurring but it was harder to deny what had occurred if it was his fingers that did this too her.

“Its easier to fight pain isn't it?” He asked as his fingers continued their inevitable press, in a single smooth motion he pulled aside the crotch of her panties and slid a single finger into her wet cunt, carefully twisting and curling it to show her just what he knew about the female anatomy beyond the location of the clitoris. “Pleasure though, that's different... its harder to hate pleasure, harder to resist it. Of course even pleasure has its dark side, I could keep this up all night, just push you right to the very edge and then back off, letting you cool down a little bit before I build you back up again and repeat the entire process.” A second finger was gently added to the first, curling them both together, pressing them deeper within her, carefully stretching out her tight cunt. “If I chose to do so then I could have you begging for my cock in your cunt by the end of the night...” Of course she would be begging for that, but it wasn't decided if she would get it or not, that depended on how the night went.

“I know you hate me.” He whispered to her, ensuring that she would have to strain to hear him. “That doesn't matter to me, what does matter though is how I can make you feel, remember that if you don't answer honestly you will be punished... but I want to know when the last time you had a boyfriend that made you feel even half this good.”
 
Katherine heard the crowd going quiet, like something was going on, something they were all watching. The panic surged through her and she had to peek, to see out of the corner of her eye. Oh God, no! She moaned in humiliation at all the eyes drinking in how Michael was displaying her to the crowd, spreading her legs and holding her down on his lap like some helpless, disobedient child while he openly groped her in front of everyone. The need to escape all these feelings and all the scrutiny was more than she could bear, more than her hips could hold still for, making her writhe and wriggle in his grip even more, even if it meant feeling his thickness swelling under her as she struggled. She looked away again, unable to face the crowd as her breath quickened.

Michael's arm snaked up across the front of her body to her face, his fingers rudely forcing her to face forward. Her left cheek felt the embarrassing slickness as his fingers squeezed, her other cheek hurting where his thumb dug in and twisted her. She resisted for a few seconds, trying to tense her neck against him, but he was too strong and soon enough Katherine had yielded with a gasp of pain, staring forward sullenly, trying not to see anything at all as his harsh voice growled at her to keep her eyes open and on the crowd. Or he'd make it much worse. That got through to her as she watched a middle aged man in a suit smirking at her. Michael's hand finally left her cheeks but she couldn't bring herself to look away. Couldn't risk what even worse things he might do to her.

His fingers slowly worked their way down her front again, caressing her neck and collar bone and the bare skin of her chest left exposed by the white corset. It felt like he would be able to squeeze her swollen aching nipples if he chose to, they felt so close to popping free of the tight thing. Then he brought them lightly back between her thighs, stroking around his target for a moment, deceptively gently, like he was pretending to be some kind of lover, like this was foreplay. It was just cruelty in disguise. The thought of him touching her made Katherine shiver with disgust. And other feelings, unable to fight or ignore any of them.

Michael was right, pain she could grit her teeth against and bear it, hate it, resist it. But this? He was toying with her body's weakness, tricking and fooling it, turning it against her, making her body think she should want this, when she absolutely despised it, not that anyone could tell.

Then his fingers slipped her panties aside, still on her but just tugged out of the way leaving her bare and wet and exposed. Katherine could feel the air on her damp shaved skin down there, teasing her too, taking his side against her. The muscles of her inner thighs were taut and tense to his touch as her legs strained against him, struggling to close what he was forcing open, like she was trapped in some obscene workout machine. But she couldn't fight him, his advantage of size and strength and leverage and, well, every advantage really, was too much. She couldn't protect herself or fight off his infuriatingly persistent fingers as her returned to stroking and teasing her, the touch making it so obvious how damp she was down there.

Suddenly Katherine was rocked by a jolt of sensation, as if the cruel man on stage just zapped her spine with his electric wand, and her body bucked backward against him, his arms holding her tight and forcing her back down on his lap. She could feel how hard he was against her but couldn't squirm away, and when she tried it only made it worse. That overpowering feeling was his crude fingers pushed up against her, forcing one into her, inside Katherine's body, making her accept him, and she was so slick and ready inside there was just no way to stop him, probably even making him think she really wanted it. Then another strong thick finger joined the first. She was so slippery inside he just slipped into her tight grip inside easily as he pleased, twisting and toying with her as the crowd watched silently.

She had never felt more embarrassed in her life, her eyes moving as the intense shame of Michael openly penetrating her in front of the onlooking crowd colored her cheeks. His fingers moved like he knew exactly what would bother her the most, humiliate her. He pressed and twisted and stroked away at her soft insides, making her groan, arching back against his chest in a way that she definitely didn't want to but couldn't help. Her hips were moving in his lap, grinding against him as there was no way to hold still for such a rude invasion. Feeling his hardness moving against her as she squirmed helplessly in his lap only made the intimate touch of his fingers all the more distracting and intoxicating and infuriating. The crowd seemed to realize what he was doing to her, recognizing what her soft noises and undulations meant even before she did, some of the men stepping closer for a better look, others leaning forward in their seats. Her eyes flitted from man to man, trying not to meet anyone's eyes, trying to look away but not willing to risk whatever punishment it would earn her from Michael. Her eyes briefly found Jess standing in the back, near the bar, watching her too, and her heart wanted to implode with shame at the horrible example Jess must think Katherine was setting.

Michael talked about how he could do this to her all night, use her pleasure against her as cruelly as the way he'd hurt her the day before, as if he could be more cruel than this. But as he went on, whispering in her ear through her loosely hanging hair, his lightly stubbled chin rough against her smooth shoulder, the worst part was she started to fear he was right, the way her body kept responding to his touch, even though she hated him every bit as much as he said.

It was outrageous, the way he just thought he could control of her, make her feel good when he wanted, hurt her if he chose, and as she stared at the crowd watching her humiliation just because he ordered her too, she feared he was right. Her throat tightened up as she moaned quietly, too quiet for the crowd to hear but not quietly enough for Michael to miss. His lips were right next to her, his breath warm against her ear.

Katherine shook her head, and then shook it again in useless denial as his insidious whispers teased at the idea she really liked this. She didn't, she didn't. But even if it seemed like she did, if her body was too stupid to realize it was just being used to get to her, it wasn't her fault, and wasn't her choice. But it was obvious he knew exactly what kind of sensations were washing through her insides, so wet and warm and unwanted, knew what every little twist and grind of her body meant. There was no way she could answer that last question, no way she could give him that. But he would punish her. Something even worse than this? She started to close her eyes, to hide her face as the shame grew too much again, only his arms still wrapped her up, stopping her hands at her side, reminding her of his order to face the crowd.

Her mind was struggling to keep a grip on what was rapidly spinning out of her control, her breath coming harsh in a way she didn't like him hearing at all, and it was hard to think of an answer, let alone whisper it to him in any coherent way. Between gasps, she got out a few words, and then another gasp and another few, pushing back against him as her eyes fluttered and then bucking forward with a groan against his restraining arms, but his fingers just didn't stop, wedged firmly inside her. "I... never had a boyfriend... treat me like this." It was the truth, at least technically, literally. And she clung to the fact in her heart that she really said what she really felt, that he was a horrible man, that no boyfriend would ever be this cruel to her. He would probably mistake her answer as just that much more confirmation of what he already believed about her. That she liked what he was doing. It felt good, yes. Her body was on fire inside and getting more tingly by the second, sure. But she hated what he was doing to her, hated how he made her face the watching crowd, and hated that he might be right again.
 
This was a just about perfect moment for Micheal, he was enjoying way she felt against his body, the feeling of the side of his face against her softer skin, her firm stomach beneath the arm that was holding her in place in spite of her struggles, the weight of her body pressing down on him as she withered about, not quite struggling anymore if Micheal was to judge but instead the involuntary motions of a body that was experiencing pleasures that were either unexpected, unwanted, or just quite intense. He knew that the juices of her arousal were leaking down from her, practically pouring, and soaking into his suit but he hardly cared at all... to him the suit was a prop, expensive and well made but still just a status symbol, a way to show his success and of course help him stand out from all the others who chose to come here bedecked in leather, studs, or a dozen other things that would be less acceptable in the day to day world. The way he dressed spoke that he was a professional in all he did, and the stains that she would be leaving upon the suit only spoke to his skill at his profession.

By now the entire club was paying attention to them and Micheal glanced out over them will a little bit of curiosity, seeing Jess nibbling on the neck of the young woman she had met here and whispering something lewd into her ear, the couple who had preformed on stage lounging in a booth on the other side of the club... the young blondes head bobbing eagerly as she glanced every once in a while to catch the new show, and plenty of others that Micheal knew on some level or another watching with rapt attention, even a few young women who had stared in his films, clearly they knew the position that Katherine was in... though they had been far more willing then she.

Her words brought his attention back to the moment, his fingers twisting a little faster just to spite her after the comment. Of course she had known what he had been referring to and chosen to try to bait him with a different direction of commentary but that hardly mattered right now, he was in control and her petty attempts to gain any sort of power over the situation was meaningless. “You just haven't been able to find a boyfriend that is able to treat you how you really wanted.” He mused as his thumb started to run over her clit, her body a fine instrument that he knew how to play from years of experience. “Honestly you must be immensely repressed to be so turned on so quickly... what fantasies have you been hiding from yourself?” Not quite a stab in the dark but instead thrust towards where he suspected that she might be vulnerable, especially because of the compromised position that he had her in now.

Of course Carolyn wasn't content just to sit back and watch, as much as she was enjoying the show. With a smirk on her face and a wink to the crowd she leaned in towards the action, microphone extended, not to catch the words but instead moving it closer to the one thing that everyone was focusing on, allowing the sounds of Micheal's fingers slipping in and out of Katherine to be heard across the club, even those who weren't close enough to to see the details would be able to hear just how wet Katherine was, adding to the shame she must have been feeling.

“Doesn't matter if you hate me.” Micheal whispered with a grin. “You can protest as much as you like but your body betrays how much you enjoy this treatment.” Inspiration struck in that moment, releasing his grip on her waist, knowing that his fingers deep in her cunt would make escape difficult enough, Micheal gripped her hair and roughly turned her head, his lips pressing against hers, as if it wasn't enough that he was forcing her closer towards climax with every moment he wanted to ensure that he was entirely dominating her senses. This kiss wasn't just a tender gesture, it was another means of control that he was exerting over her in that moment.
 
Katherine's body felt out of her control on his lap, his arms trapping hers at her sides, legs held spread open by the pressure of his knees for the crowd, and for his own fingers buried inside her, teasing her and toying with her. Much as she wanted to she couldn't help the writhing, couldn't stop the gentle rhythmic bucking of her hips as Michael toyed with her in full view of the room. And she kept her eyes forward for all of it, knowing if she turned aside he would punish her, forced to watch the audience drinking in her shame.

Worst of all, he kept up with his infernal, incessant talking, taunting her as if he thought he knew her better than she knew herself, his needling patter getting under her skin as she struggled for breath, wriggling and twisting weakly in his arms. But then he changed what he was doing between her legs, touching her just so, and then doing it again and again, proving it was no accident, that he knew where her buttons were and fully intended to push them. She arched back against him, her hips working harder, muscles taut as she struggled with the pleasure he'd known was harder than pain to resist. Why did he have to be right?

His taunting words kept finding their targets in her heart, almost making her look away from the crowd, close her eyes and hide from the truth of it all and what he was doing. The only thing that stopped her was knowing he would punish he if she did. He would like that.

Fantasies? Oh, he thought he was clever, but he had no idea. Sure, some fantasies, but nothing like what he thought. Yes, maybe she had thoughts when she was alone, the kind of thoughts she'd never openly admit, finding the pleasures in her body that were just so elusive with the boys she'd somehow ended up with, nice boys all but just by chance not the right kind of nice maybe. And if the fantasies that filled her mind in those intimate moments were cruel or rough, it was only because she'd been raised with open eyes and a clear mind about what men were really like, at least the uncivilized men -- they could be beasts, cruel pigs with no sensitivity for a woman's feelings or respect for her value in society. The pleasure she felt when she lost herself in those thoughts, when she needed release, wasn't because she wanted anything like that, no, it was because she knew the truth about them and wouldn't be fooled, and from the sheer exhilaration of knowing she was better.

Everything Michael said, every thing he did to her, the way he touched her as if it was somehow his right, the way he treated her like an object to be stroked and played with rather than a peer, a woman, to talk to, it just confirmed he was everything she dreamed about -- in that disturbing, negative way of course.

With the feelings burning out of control between her legs and crazy signals zipping up and down her body getting stronger the more he touched her, and unable to stop him, her head went back against his chest, hair loose in her eyes and over her shoulders and hopefully going in his mouth and choking him. She was barely registering what she saw in the room anymore, her brow furrowed in concentration focused inward, on the flood of sensations flowing inside her, the rest of the world too much for her to worry about looking at. Then she heard a sound, louder than she'd ever heard such a tawdry sound, a sort of wet, sloppy sound that followed the rhythm of her hips. She gasped and jerked with sudden shocked realization in his grip, her whole body flushing hot enough with embarrassment she probably lit up the whole dimly lit room like a beacon pointing straight at where the noise was coming from. Her. Panties pulled aside and her own wetness slipping and sliding noisily around his probing fingers.

Katherine blinked and groaned, seeing the microphone held so crudely between her legs, broadcasting her body's shameful sounds, the wet sounds probably sounding to the crowd like she was enjoying what he was doing, like she actually wanted it and had volunteered for this. The sudden memory that technically in a way she actually had volunteered left her feeling even more defeated.

Michael's words turned back to his open and unrepentant knowledge that she hated him, saving her weary body the effort of having to summon the energy to say it herself, even if he clearly didn't care one bit. Thinking about how much she disliked him, and not being able to stop him, how he was every bit the rude caveman she'd always despised so intensely, didn't help at all either. She felt her body damp with perspiration and her breathing getting ragged, close to an edge she was afraid to peer over for fear of how steep the drop.

That was when he switched the whole thing around and made her hate him even more. Still with the fingers of one hand buried hard and wet and working inside her, he released his other arm, freeing her hand on that side. There was a moment of surprised indecision as her body just kept grinding against his hand, not even realizing he'd given her this moment of choice.

Her suddenly free hand groped between her legs and sought the woman's hand holding the microphone. Katherine struggled to push the microphone away, to stop it broadcasting the lewd sounds of her shame, ignoring entirely the male hand so close nearby that was causing that shame, as if it was somehow acceptable to her now, so long as no one else had to know. But he wasn't really offering her that choice. Even as she heard the slightest disruption in the wet sounds reverberating in the room as her fingertips found the microphone, a sharp pull in her hair jerked her head to the side and caused her hand to lose contact with the microphone.

Michael was pulling her, uncomfortably twisting her slender neck until she was almost looking back over her bare shoulder, her free hand flailing between her legs for some way to cope with this new indignity. Her hand landed on his forearm, feeling his muscles tensed and moving under the skin as he worked with his fingers inside her, and she started to push on him, too weak to do anything more than register the most feeble resistance.

She opened her lips to complain, to cry out, to moan but Michael's lips covered hers, strong and possessive, just like a caveman, his breath entering her mouth along with his tongue, silencing her before she even started. Katherine should have closed her mouth, or bitten his tongue, or screamed, or anything. But she just couldn't do it, couldn't fight him anymore. With her neck straining as far as he could bend her, feeling the caveman forcing her to accept even the indignity of being kissed while he all but raped her with his hand in front of everyone, it was just too much, more than she could bear.

The resistance of her hand against his wrist subsided, her fingers just resting on him, maybe even holding on a little like she was riding a frightfully big roller-coaster and his arm was her safety bar. Katherine was breathing hard, and the repeated pressing of her hips into his touch was finally totally in sync with his hand's rhythm and she couldn't hold herself still or stop the rhythm, even though she recognized all too well where the feeling was leading. She fully recognized the pleasure rising inside her as irresistibly as the tide, the quickening of her breath, and still there was no way she could stop it. Katherine gasped breathlessly into his kiss, Michael's grip in her hair not letting her turn away, her pleas for him to stop coming in an unintelligible whisper muffled by his kisses, struggling even to beg him to spare her the indignity she saw coming for her, the bright light of unbearable pleasure warming her whole body and making her legs start to tense, her knees start to draw back. No, please, no, not like this, not with him, please. But as she kissed him back, she couldn't even beg him for that, too far gone and no self-control left at all.
 
This was true power... what Dominic had over Katherine in the very moment that she started to respond to his kiss was true power over her. It might not be a permanent thing, no doubt the moment she regained even an ounce of control she would think herself in charge again... but the door had opened and no matter how hard she pushed she would never be able to close it completely again.

She wasn't very large though she was fit, but a reasonably strong man could dominate her physically without too much trouble.

She was quite bright but an intelligent and well prepared man could mentally dominate her...

But in the instant that he kissed her and she didn't bite him, didn't pull away, her hand ceasing to pull at his wrist with any real strength or insistence... that was when Micheal had true power over her. He wasn't just dominating her body or her mind but for a very short time he was controlling her heart. She might hate him, she might despise him, but he was forcing her to enjoy this, forcing her to crave his touch and nothing she would do would erase his touch from her.

He felt her attempts to beg rather then hearing them, caught up in the moment of power that he had over her, caught up in the pleasure of control. Micheal had been ready to just stop his ministrations of her body, to completely cut her off from the pleasure that her body needed and leave her ready to beg him for the release that he had been building within her, but as he continued to press his fingers and twist them deep inside of her, learning each and every small variation of her body and the things that she enjoyed more then others... just the right amount of pressure here, a rougher pulling of his finger tips there, and a careful gauging of her breathing to understand how these things affected her.


And so it was when he felt her responding to his kiss, kissing him back if not with passion then at least with a reluctant acceptance of the situation that Micheal pulled out all the stops, ceasing to grip her hair his hand trailed down over her face and neck, fondling her breasts roughly, giving all the watchers a good show as his fingers moved faster and faster within her, feeling her tightening around his fingers, feeling her start to twitch and stiffen, and only then breaking off the kiss so that she could see his smile, see how pleased her was with himself. “This time I used pleasure to punish you...” He told her, knowing she might not even be able to understand him as he drew her climax out with his considerable talents. “But this can also be used as a reward, if you behave yourself then I will ensure that you experience quite a lot of pleasure, but if you insist on petulant misbehavior then I will use more traditional punishments.” OF course she wouldn't remember to behave all the time, she would struggle and protest... but Micheal knew that this was the most important step to getting her to properly submit.
 
Katherine's struggles against him had turned into struggles with herself, her body arching and grinding as she couldn't hold it back from desperately pursuing the pleasure Michael dangled in front of her. Her willing lips, her warm breath, her eyes closed, all could have fooled herself or anyone watching into thinking she wanted him to do this to her. She still burned inside, though, with the disdain for him, the certainty what he was doing to he was so very wrong, but she was just helpless to stop him.

Her moans turned to cries of pleasure, and she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter as the crowd reacted to her sounds, the microphone still so close, invading her humiliation and making it public. Hips in constant, seeking motion, pressing into his hand and grinding hard with need, she couldn't stop anymore, couldn't fight it. He didn't stop, in fact, Michael seemed to be enjoying making it even worse for her, exploring new ways to drive her cries to even sharper crescendos, until she felt so good it almost hurt, the ultimate shame coming for her so fast there was no way she could get out of it's way.

Then his hand released the grip in her hair, firmly caressing her cheek and sliding down to stroke her neck and throat, and then roughly maul her breasts while pulling her tight back against him. The worst of it, the very worst of it was even her head -- where Katherine's brain was supposedly still functioning -- was suddenly as far gone as the rest of her. His hand was out of her hair and still her neck was taut and twisted, her lips turned back over her shoulder's still against his, still parted, gasping and kissing like some primate on pure instinct, Michael filling her senses so completely there wasn't room for her own thoughts anymore.

He was squeezing her nipples, crushing her breasts in his hand, pulling her back against his strong chest, just like the caveman she despised in him, and in that moment of pure victim-hood, knowing how horrible he was and how helplessly wronged she was, there on display in his lap, that her world imploded like some starship self-destructing in outer space. Every one of her senses on overload, the light and the heat and the sensation wrapped her up tight, squeezing her down into nothingness, until she felt like zero, a tiny pinpoint of perfect pleasure that couldn't be resisted or fought or reasoned with, just survived. Her piercing cries and shuddering gasps reverberated in the microphone, but she couldn't silence herself, too much exploding inside her to contain. She was spasming wetly on his fingers, her insides clamping down on him and her body bucking and writhing as she came so shockingly hard.

But her lips never left his. She was still spasming on his fingers, waves of pleasure washing through her, and he suddenly pulled back from her, pulled his lips away from hers. She opened her eyes, suddenly aware of how her lips still open for his, the tip of her tongue softly resting between her parted teeth as if waiting for his return. Katherine blinked in sudden shame, still moaning sharply at each jolt of pleasure as he refused to stop, refused to let her down from that intense peak. The only mercy was that in that moment, with his eyes on hers so intensely, feeling every sensation rippling inside her against his fingers, it was as if the crowd was gone for a minute, no one watching her but him, the two of them alone here on this stage. His eyes were on her, watching her cum in his lap, his fingers clearly aware of what he was doing to her inside, how he was making her pulse and spasm inside, feeling her body's pleasure still betraying her on his fingers. He was talking softly to her and she despite the strain in her neck of looking back at him like that, she couldn't turn away, looking back at him over her bare shoulder still heaving with each shuddering breath. Punishing her with pleasure, something like that, words just sinking deep into her head where she least wanted to let them go, but he'd cracked her too wide open and she didn't know how to close herself back up yet. She closed her eyes and moaned again, another wave taking hold of her. He was quiet, just watching her, and finally her body slowed, just ripples lapping at her heart finally.

She opened her eyes again, and then turned away, unable to face his eyes anymore, turning to the crowd staring back at her as she shuddered with the pleasure still warming her whole body down to her toes trapped in the stupid boots. Katherine could see the crowd pointing, staring at her, evaluating her orgasm, commenting on how she'd move while she came and the intensity of her cries, as if it was a performance to be judged and critiqued and scored. And through it all, Michael seemed so smug and pleased with himself, as if he was the one scoring all the points, while she was the one who was judged. It was probably the low point of her life so far.
 
Feeling the way that she spasmed around him, feeling how tight she grew around his fingers to the point where he could hardly even move them at all, so wet and so eager she moved against his fingers as though she were trying to get his fingers deeper into her but Micheal wasn't paying any mind at all. He was enjoying each and every sound that she made, the way that she lost all control in that moment. And of course to make it all the more enjoyable for him, establishing even more control that he had over her then before he knew she was still responding to his kiss when he was no longer holding her in place and forcing the kiss on her. No doubt she would deny this later on but Micheal knew that while the club might ban anyone recording the actions occurring within... the mistress of the club who was so pleased to catch her every moan on her microphone also had a camera set up that would catch certain things for her later viewing pleasure... Micheal would get a copy of that film and be sure to gloat over each and every moment.

He waited until she had stopped moaning, stopped squeezing around her fingers and then slowly withdrew his fingers from her, bringing the soaked fingers to his lips and slowly tasting her, this being the sign that the show had come to a close and then the crowd, which had been politely discussing the show applauded for a moment and then knowing the entertainment was at least temporarily over went back to their earlier discussions and entertainment, Mistress Carolyn having returned to her personal throne where she reclined with a smile, having been closer then anyone else to the source of the entertainment and having caught a little more of the details then anyone else who was there.

Micheal was of course quite content, his arousal was painfully hard beneath her shapely rear and he wanted nothing more then to throw her to the ground and destroy her previous concepts of pleasure and pain... but now was not the proper time and he soothed himself with the knowledge that he had completely humiliated her. No doubt she would try to recover as best she could but Micheal knew that he had just won. It would take time but the most important step had been reached.

Slowly Micheal stood, pushing Katherine to the ground and gripping her by the back of her neck, pulling her over to the water bowel that he had set up for her. “You need to drink your water.” He said slowly, his voice firm as he looked down at her and released her neck, knowing that he had to take advantage of the power that he had over her while he still had it. “I have quite the night planned for you when you leave and a very important part of my plan is for you to be as hydrated as possible. Now you can either drink your water or else I will give the people around us another lovely show.”

It was an interesting little thought, she was still quite exposed in the pose that he had forced her into and he hadn't bothered to put her panties back into place... perhaps he would take her up onto the main stage and give her another taste of the same spanking that she had enjoyed the day before, or perhaps start her first lesson on deep throating in front of the assembled crowd of people. Right now though he was more entertained with her ability to follow orders, that was of course the most important thing.
 
Strangely, as the crowd turned away almost as one and went back to their quiet conversations, it scarcely made Katherine feel much better to have their eyes suddenly off her. It was as if there as some cue or signal she'd missed telling them all the show was over, he'd made her cum for them and now she wasn't even worth another second's scrutiny. It was demeaning.

But with her legs still forced open and her chest still heaving as she worked to catch her breath from having cum so embarrassingly in front of them all, at least she was pretty sure it meant the show was over for her too and she could rest for a minute and try not to think about the hard thick thing poking into her through Michael's pants. Every time he punished her he got so incredibly hard. Her memory of that was quite clear and disturbingly vivid.

Suddenly her world shifted, tipping her forward and face down. Her arms flailed briefly and she made a quiet little shriek as Michael shoved her from behind. Katherine ended up on the floor, face down on all fours in front of his chair, her chin smarting a little from having banged against the ball gag dangling around her throat. Her dark hair hung loose like a silky veil about her face and shoulders, momentarily obscuring her view until she ran her fingers through the loose strands and pulled them out of the way so she could see again, feeling the softness of her hair back across her bare shoulders.

With her hair out of her eyes she was surprised to see Michael's shoes right there in front of her, not back in his chair, and then a moment later his hand took hold of her neck and pinched so tight it hurt, gripping and shoving her head all the way down to the floor. She winced and yelped once in discomfort and then scuttled a short distance beside him as he forced her across the raised platform, right back to the little doggy bowl of water. He held her face down to it a few more moments, like he was making a point as she struggled in vain to raise up against his grip.

Her neck hurting and feeling very embarrassed to be led around like this, all too aware how easy it was for the crowd to suddenly decide her abject humiliation was their entertainment, Katherine yielded and relaxed into his grip, and then he released her, finally ready to start another of his lectures. His tone was firm, commanding, sounding like he thought he was totally in charge of everything.

Michael ordered her to drink the water, ignoring the fact she'd all but volunteered -- begged to do it even, back when he was holding the prospect of punishment over her head. But he'd preferred to humiliate her, her actual willingness to do what he'd asked secondary to making some show of power over her Katherine's eyes blazed at the way he talked down to her, as if he thought just because he could take her by force and coerce a false, fool's gold sort of orgasm out of her, it was 'anything-goes' time. He talked about plans for the night like he was thinking already way ahead and taking so much for granted, like she was just an object for his evening's amusement. Hydrated. Ha! Well, if she happened to be thirsty and ended up hydrated, that was her choice, not his. And if she drank, well, maybe she didn't want to get punished in front of everybody again, but, she really was thirsty.

His voice receded as he stood up over her, but Katherine kept her face down at the bowl. She really didn't want him getting into some pattern of demanding and punishing, demanding and punishing, as if that was the only way he could treat her. It was so caveman. Without looking up, just talking like she was speaking quietly to her bowl, she said, "You know you don't have to throw me around and drag me by the neck and order me around like this. You could have asked nicely. Don't you remember, even before you punished me, I was asking you to let me drink already? I think I said please too." If he could learn to be even a little polite, even a little civil, this wouldn't have to be such an ordeal.

Katherine stared ruefully at the shiny doggy dish and the water she'd for some reason agreed to drink from it. Her insides still felt annoyingly warm and wet and weary from what he'd just put her through on his lap, and somehow the feelings made her suddenly exquisitely self-conscious how he'd dressed her, like he was free to show her off like some pretty possession. Down on all fours, staring at a doggy dish, it just felt all the more degrading to her, that much harder to take.

Dressing to impress, or for comfort, that Katherine was used to. But to show off her body's private secrets to a crowd like she was some trophy? That just made her feel annoyed with his chauvinistic possessiveness and casual brutality. And she just felt so very awkward dressed up like his sexual play thing. Every article she was allowed to wear just showed off another bit of her female shape in some embarrassing way, or in the case of the collar and gag dangling at her throat, served to embarrass her or remind her he was in control.

For sure, the corset squeezing her so tight, part of the reason why everything he did to her made her gasp for breath like Scarlet O'Hara on a hot day, it just made the slenderness of her waist and swell of her hips that more obvious to anyone who cared to look. It felt like her breasts might pop loose at any second. The shiny boots showing off the firm, toned taper of her legs just made the smooth, soft, bare flesh of her thighs feel that much more sensitive and vulnerable. Worst of all, though, was how she still felt so wet between her legs, where he'd teased and toyed with her, knowing full well all of that moisture came from her own body. It was impossible to ignore, the dampened lace panties still pulled aside, exposing her soft slick folds to the air of the room and to the eyes of anyone in the crowd who still cared to stare at her. Katherine shivered uncomfortably and reached back with the fingers of one hand, delicately plucking at the moist lace and tugging her panties back in place as she worked up the courage to actually drink from the bowl. She deserved *some* dignity, didn't she?

Satisfied with that tiny improvement, as if a little scrap of lace over her damp, swollen labia somehow restored her self-image, Katherine took the deepest breath the corset allowed her, grimaced at what she was about to do, and lowered her face to the bowl, down on her elbows, with her hands grasping it and tilting it toward her on the floor so she would be able to drink from it. Lips just short of the bowls rounded metal edge, she made sure Michael knew, "I was thirsty anyway."
 
Her protests that Micheal didn't need to treat her that way and that she had been ready to drink from the bowl meant nothing at all to him. It was cute that she thought that saying please alone was enough to avoid being treated as less then him... which was the entire point of this to an extent. She had to learn that his desired where what came first in this little set up that they had... so far only her physical needs had been dealt with and his own had been left woefully unfulfilled. It wasn't enough that she was polite but he would expect her to actually beg him, to beg him when it was time for her to suck his cock and for her to beg him if she was to enjoy any sort of climax during his fun... failure to do either would lead to her being punished and she had only just seen the slightest hint of what Micheal was capable of when he was riled up.

He allowed her to pull her panties into the proper place, she had preformed better then he had expected so he wouldn't grudge her that hint of modesty though it was something that she would need to learn to ask for permission to do in the future. It was when she tried to tilt the water bowl towards her though that Micheal knew things had gone too far and she needed to be corrected quite quickly.

Kneeling down swiftly he slicked his wrist and smacked his hand over her still wet cunt through the panties that she had readjusted and forced the bowel of water back down onto the ground so it would remain flat. “Drink from the bowl like a dog, only a well behaved young lady gets to drink from a cup or in anything approaching a dignified manner..” He instructed her with another quick slap to her cunt, quite pleased by the sound that his hand against the wet material produced, it was so hard for him not to just take her right then and there, she was in the perfect position for him on all fours, ass high in the air and she was wet enough that he knew he could slide in without much difficulty, if she thought he had been able to make her scream with his fingers then she had no idea what was in store for her when he started to fuck her.

“Now comes a very important question Katherine and if you don't answer me honestly, if I even suspect that you are being anything less then honest then I will take you up on the stage and beat you raw with a ridding crop.... have you ever had an orgasm like that Katherine, either from your own fingers or from the fumbling attempts of a boyfriend, has anyone ever been able to make you scream like that?” Of course he knew the answer, or at least suspected it very strongly. He had been able to feel it through her body able to feel how new and powerful these sensations were to her. Even with the assembled crowd viewing it she hadn't been able to hold back anything. “Because from this point on you must ask me for permission before any orgasm, when I am deep inside of you tonight you will ask for my permission and if you happen to let your fingers roam when you are alone in your dorm room you will call me and ask before you climax... failure to obey this rule will of course lead to a very stern reminder.” Of course it wasn't a rule he expecter her to be able to obey but it was him exercising more control over her, even when she wasn't with him he would be be a presence that she couldn't escape.
 
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