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“You will not move until I give you permission, woman.”

The deep voice sent tendrils of pleasure through Jane’s body. She swallowed the champagne in an effort to relieve her suddenly dry throat.

The master moved away from the woman to a table covered by a red silk cloth. He yanked away the cloth and Jane’s eyes widened when she saw what it had concealed. The table was covered with an array of sex toys, some of which she didn’t recognize though she would enjoy making their intimate acquaintance.

He chose a leather paddle and Jane almost slid off her chair.

He ran his hand over her buttocks then replaced his hand with the paddle, gently rubbing it over her ass. Her hips jerked and he delivered a swift swat to tender flesh.

The tension level in the room ratcheted higher and one woman in the audience gave a lusty sigh.

The man began paddling his submissive, the sound of leather against flesh was heady. His slave tried to keep her body still but it was a losing battle. With every blow her receptive body twisted and strained against the cuffs holding her in place.

Her silken whimpers grew louder with each stroke and sweat broke out on Jane’s upper lip. Tightening her thighs, though she wasn’t sure if it was to bring on an orgasm or avoid it. She feared if she were to touch herself now it would be all over.

She glanced at her watch.

Damn, eight more minutes to go.

“You haven’t obeyed your master.” His voice rang out. “And for that you must be reprimanded.”

He reached around the back of the frame and Jane heard the slide of metal. From the floor a wide black leather-covered table came up to the woman’s waist. The top of the frame bent forward, forcing her to lean on the table to support her upper torso.

“You are not to come until I give you permission, slave.” He put his hand on the small of her back. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.” Her voice came out high and thin with need.

He brought the paddle down hard and Jane bit her lip to keep from crying out. The woman’s shriek was long and loud causing a murmur to ripple through the audience. He continued paddling her. Jane’s body reverberated with each blow.

The woman strained against the cuffs, trying to lean forward to open her legs as far as possible. Her plump backside was angled toward him, eager for the punishment her master dealt.

Jane’s arousal spiraled tighter. Her panties were soaked and her corset was at least two sizes smaller than when she’d put it on. Desperate for something to hold onto, she relinquished her flute then gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with exertion.

The slave’s flesh had turned a glowing pink. Standing on her tiptoes, her weight was fully supported by the frame. She thrashed against her restraints, sobbing with her need for release.

Jane could sympathize with her plight.

The master continued the sensual torture and the woman’s cries grew louder. The audience began to cheer them on; the voices growing more plentiful with each blow. Jane saw more than a few spectators were putting on their own little shows.

A whimper broke from Jane’s lips.

More than anything she wanted to be the woman on the stage. She longed to know how it felt to be mastered in front of a crowd, her arousal and submission on display.

Her heartbeat increased. She wasn’t sure if she were more shocked or excited by what was happening on stage, all she knew was she was hot for the experience. The idea of being bare before a crowd of people while a talented master played her body like a musical instrument was enough to put her on the edge of a monster release.

The masked man dropped the paddle and began spanking her with the flat of his hand. The woman’s cries of arousal turned to animal-like howls of pleasure.

Jane’s breathing grew short. Her skirt eased up to flash an inch of her thighs over her stockings. Her level of arousal was both shocking and gratifying at the same time. She was only a hair’s breath from climax and she hadn’t even touched herself.

“You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”