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Two: The Club Model
Showcase
I
hope I made a good impression at my first Model Club Showcase. I wanted so much
to be the perfect slave girl for you after you had given me the opportunity to
become one of your Club models. I felt very special and am very grateful to you
for choosing me. I was delighted when you gave me the award of “New Girl of the
Month” and I wanted desperately to show my gratitude by giving the best
performance I could at the Showcase evening. I have to admit that your letter
did scare me when I found out what I would have to do but getting into the
exciting world of BDSM as a slave girl was all I wanted to do.
I
know you weren’t there at the evening but you may have seen the videos.
Following your instructions in your letter, I took great care to wear my
sexiest black underwear. I wanted so much to impress. I bought a black
quarter-cup lycra bra which
exposed my nipples and thrust my breasts out. I also wore a matching black lycra thong which made me feel
very wet. I made sure my pussy was completely shaven. My suspender belt was also matching and I
wore my glossiest black stockings. I had just bought from “She an’ Me” a pair
of stilettos with incredible 8” spiked heels. I had to practise walking in
these and I struggled to keep my balance. The shoes felt very sexy as my body
was thrown forward and my calves screamed in pain. As you instructed, I also
wore a see-though black top and a black PVC micro skirt that was barely 8”
long, revealing all my stocking tops and suspenders. I felt like a whore as I
made my way alone to the club and I was shaking with both fear and expectation
as I rang the bell of the large secluded house.
I
was ushered into a large room which looked like a dungeon and I could see many
of the other models who all looked very sexy. Many were dressed in rubber, PVC
or leather, while some were already naked. The men were eyeing me up with
leering looks and some of them came up to fondle my exposed thighs and slip
their hands into my crotch. I liked the attention as many men squeezed my
pointed breasts and pinched my nipples which showed clearly beneath my tight
transparent top.
Two
men then led me to a cage at the side of the stage. There were about six cages
positioned by the stage, each containing a young girl who all looked younger
than me. Each teenage girl was kneeling with her wrists handcuffed behind her
back, and was dressed in just a scanty black bra and thong panties. They were
kneeling on the steel struts of the cage, raised a couple of feet off the floor
of the stage and their ankles were cuffed to the bars with their legs spread as
wide as the cage would allow. I had my wrists handcuffed behind my back and a
large ball gag was strapped tightly into my mouth. It was my first experience
of bondage and it felt quite thrilling, especially as many eyes were on me. I
was getting to be a model on public display which was what I had always wanted.
I
was then pushed into the cage, forced to kneel like the other girls and the
cage door was locked. With my knees on the steel struts of the cage it was
quite painful and I couldn’t move an inch. I had a good view of the stage from
the cage and I wondered what was going to happen to me. I was dreading being
handed over to the group of men and I looked around the room to see if I could
see an older group of men.
The
action on stage for the next hour or so was pretty exciting: one after another,
lovely young model girls in their teens stripped and then performed sex acts
with other girls and men. Some girls seemed to be willing while others were
forced to perform. In every act performed by the girls there was always oral
sex and the girls’ faces and naked bodies were soon well-coated with spunk.
Orifices were filled with all kinds of things and I could see several pretty
girls having their asses and pussies well-stretched with massive rubber cocks.
One young girl was hung upside down with her legs spread and had a giant spiked
cock rammed in and out of her tight pussy to cheers from the audience. Another
girl was hung up and then dropped onto a long spiked cactus which split her in
two between her legs. There was also a
lot of painful bondage and domination by rubber and leather mistresses as well
as plenty of punishment. Many of the models were bent over bars and frames and
then spanked severely and caned.
There
were several acts on the stage which were the centre of attention for all the
members. One popular act saw two girls being forced to sit astride a swing
device which went between their legs and was lined with barbed wire. As one
girl touched the ground the other girl was swung up in the air so that the wire
cut up between her legs and then they swung the other way. First one girl
suffered, then the other as they swung up and down on the barbed wire. The
beauty of the torture was that each girl caused her friend to suffer. Another
stage act had a girl chained to a slanting steel slide so she was sitting
astride it. She was then winched to the top which was at the height of the
ceiling, twenty feet high. At a signal, the slide was released so she slid all
the way down. The unique torture was that the central pole of the slide was
lined with vicious steel porcupine spines which cut right up between her legs
as she slid down the pole. She was winched up and let down the slide many more
times, screaming every time until she fainted. I watched fascinated, wondering
what the experience must be like for the girl.
Another
act involved what looked like twin teenage sisters. The two naked blonde
beauties were shown to the crowd and then were clad in full rubber suits and
bound tightly together with straps. Their heads were fully encased in rubber,
with gags filling their mouths to bursting. Then they were hung in the air and
many of the men took it in turns to beat their slim, rubber-clad bodies with
rubber truncheons. We couldn’t hear their cries nor see the damage the
truncheons were doing to their young bodies. Again, I couldn’t take my eyes off
them, thinking all the time about what they were feeling inside their rubber
suits.
In
one of the final acts a queue of men took it in turns to piss into the open
mouth of a bound and kneeling girl. The men were informed that the pretty girl
was 14 years old which aroused the men even more. The innocent-looking girl had
small but firm breasts filling a dainty black quarter-cup bra and her only
other item of clothing was the tiniest pair of black g-string panties. The very
young girl just knelt submissively, her wrists handcuffed behind her back and
she opened her mouth wide to receive the steady streams of steaming piss. The
girl was an unwilling victim but she gulped down all the filthy urine, not
letting a drop escape her lips for fear of more punishment. The large audience
cheered every time the warm piss cascaded into her open mouth and it seemed
that every one of the hundred or so men there eagerly joined the queue to piss
down into her mouth. I felt very sorry for the young girl as I watched her and
I wondered how any girl could cope with drinking so much piss. Her flat belly
was visibly expanding as more and more piss entered her slim body. I was
transfixed by her ordeal and couldn’t take my eyes off her. I couldn’t believe
myself but I secretly envied her situation. I half hoped that I might be chosen
as a slave urinal at some point because I wanted to know what it would be like.
I am embarrassed to admit to my feelings and to tell you all this. Somehow I
think I will get my wish now that you know!
There
was a grand climax to the humiliation of the young girl when a huge wad of used
panti-liners was produced and held in front of the
girl’s terrified face. She knew what was going to happen to her and meekly
opened her mouth. The whole filthy wad was then rammed into her young mouth. I
could tell by the reaction in her eyes that being gagged with soaking wet panti-liners straight from other girls’ vaginas was really
disgusting for the young girl. The wad was so thick her cheeks bulged obscenely
wide and her jaw could be heard to creak. A wide leather strap gag was then
buckled tightly over her mouth to hold them securely in place and the strap was
locked. Only someone with keys could remove the gag and no one seemed to have
the keys. All the men cheered and clapped loudly.
I
had watched every second of the girl’s ordeal from my cage a few feet away. The
young teenage girl was then dragged to her feet and hung upside down with steel
manacles around her ankles which were attached to chains from the ceiling; her
legs were spread-eagled wide apart. Her tiny black panties were then ripped off
and thrown into the cheering crowd of men. The audience was told that as this
was the last act on stage the girl would be left hanging upside down in chains
until later the following morning.
The
audience was told that the girl would be gagged with the panti-liners
all night long and that with all the urine inside her she would eventually have
to piss herself. Her own piss would then run down her belly and breasts and
finally soak her face and hair. I now knew why they had hung her upside down
and why they put a large bucket underneath her head.
I
wondered what the girl must be feeling now in her bondage. I thought that if a
girl as young as she could take this humiliation and abuse then I certainly
could do the same. The large ball gag stuffed into my mouth was making me feel
excited and I tried to imagine how much worse it would be to have the mass of
filthy panti-liners filling my mouth and to be forced
to smell and taste the mixture of pussy juices and menstrual blood soaking the
sodden wad.
From
my cage, I couldn’t take my eyes off the very young girl hanging upside down a
few feet above the stage. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back and her
mouth bulged with the huge and disgusting gag. She looked a perfect slave girl
like many of the girls I had seen in the magazines you sent me. Her petite slim
body was now clad in just her tiny black bra and her long blonde hair was
hanging down. The more I looked at her the more I wondered what it would be
like to change places with her. I have to admit I envied her. But I know I
shouldn’t be telling you this.
We
were now at the end of the public performance part of the evening. The cages
were being emptied of the other young girls and they were being led away by
their male clients. While the men were fully clothed, often in black leather
gear, the girls were semi-naked, dressed only in their scanty black bras and
brief thong panties. The girls all looked younger than me with their small, but
well-formed breasts filling their tiny bras. They were all crying as groups of
men took them away to private rooms. I wondered what was going to happen to
them but I guessed they were going to be screaming in pain very soon. At 16
years old I seemed to be one of the oldest caged girls and I nervously looked
round the dungeon to see the group of men I was assigned to for the rest of the
night. At the moment I was still wearing my thin top and micro skirt but I
didn’t think it would be long before I would have to strip.
I
then saw a group of men approach my cage and I shook in terror. They all looked
older men, in fact well over 50 years old, I guessed. They were balding, quite
ugly and looked very nasty and perverted. They were not the kind of men a
pretty young model would want to be alone with. There were six of them, all dressed
in leather gear with Nazi-type boots, gloves and hats. They even had leather
whips hanging from their belts. They looked very sadistic and I cowered in my
cage, frightened at what was going to happen to me. They pulled me roughly out
of my cage and made me stand on my high heels. They mauled my body all over
with their leather-gloved hands and I recoiled from the sweaty faces leering at
me. I could do nothing but allow myself to be led off with my hands still
handcuffed and the large ball gag still strapped into my aching mouth. I
tottered on my 8” heels as I was taken to a private room just off the dungeon.
I was terrified that the next few hours would be incredibly painful and I knew
I was about to be subjected to a cruel and merciless whipping by some very
nasty men.
It
was my introduction to slavery and as you said it was going to be very hard for
me. I hoped I would be able to cope with my first ordeal as your new model
slave girl. I desperately wanted to perform well as you gave me the chance to
become one of your models. I was very
scared but I couldn’t escape now. I had willingly and eagerly signed up to my
new career with Club Model World and there was no way back for me now.
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