The whip came up between my legs and the tip snapped exactly against my clit. It wasn’t as hard as the loud snap might have signaled, but it was definitely not a kiss. I knew that was stroke twenty-five, and more importantly, my body knew.
In that fraction of a second before my orgasm overwhelmed me, I expected to hear Vicki’s scream, but instead I heard the beginning of a loud groan of pleasure. Vicki was also going into a major orgasm– or at least I think she was. I lost control at that point as my own orgasm overwhelmed me.
Your body reacts differently when you orgasm while tautly held standing up. It is like the orgasm echoes around inside you going from your head to your feet and back in waves. And your mind reacts differently to an orgasm when there are 300 people applauding wildly.
I’ve had orgasms in public before, but in those cases as you explode off the cliff, you know in the back of your mind that somebody is or might be watching. 300 people were definitely letting me know that they were watching me scream and writhe and squirt. And that wasn’t counting the probably thousands who were watching the live webcast.
My mind’s reaction to the applause flung me back up into the stratosphere. It was public humiliation, but it was more than that. Maybe my mind took the applause as approval of my public pleasure. Maybe it took it as a command to go higher. Whatever happened, a second wave of extreme pleasure overwhelmed me and I screamed out even louder and thrashed so violently that I was afraid I was going to tear loose the restraints– or my shoulder.
Finally the applause, and my orgasm subsided and Shirley bowed to the audience. “That concludes our live show for the evening,” she said. “Remember to join Beat Girl on line every Tuesday night for her weekly webcasts.”
She bowed again and started to walk off stage. The two burly security guys pushed us off stage behind her. As the curtains closed behind us, the audience gave one last round of applause and shouts.
The men released us from our restraints and both Vicki and I stood on shaky legs in front of Shirley. “You bitch!” Vicki said. She was trying to sound angry, but there was a smirk on her face.
“Are you telling me that you didn’t like it?” asked Shirley, matching Vicki’s smirk.
“No,” Vicki replied. “I did.” She pointed her finger at Shirley. “And you knew I would.”
“Yes, I did,” answered Shirley. “You liked it very much.” She reached over and lifted Vicki’s head. “And you would have liked it much, much more if I had been a Batman rather than Catwoman.”
Vicki reddened. The color of her face was more than enough to verify Shirley’s claim.
“I could set you up with a young Master at the club,” Shirley said. “You made quite an impression on some of them when I took you there as my guest slave.”
“That was just so I could see what the club was like.” Vicki protested. “I don’t even know if I want to go back.”
Shirley laughed and reached down to slip a finger through Vicki’s crack. Vicki gave a slight moan. “The body never lies,” said Shirley with another laugh. “The body never lies.”
I turned around and started toward the door and stopped suddenly. There were two county deputies standing behind us in full uniform. I recognized one of them from the night they found me under the interstate.
“Evening, Maddi,” he said.
I was starting to panic when Shirley put her hand on my shoulder and said, “It’s all right. I made arrangements for them to accompany us to the bank to make the deposit. They also guarded the receipts during the performance.”
I whispered to Shirley, “Could they see the performance?”
I must have been a little louder than I thought because one of them answered, “Yes ma’am, we could. It was quite a show.” He paused a moment and added, “… but legal out here outside the city limits.”
The other officer then added, “But remember to cover it up before you go outside. I wouldn’t want to have to wrap you up in a blanket again.”
Then he stepped up in front of me and said softly, “And maybe the next time I find a girl doing what you were doing, I will understand a little better and just tell her to go home and find a safer way to fulfill her fantasies.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Vicki and I took off our masks and capes and pulled our dresses on over our heads. Shirley remained in costume as we walked back to the car.
We were about at the car when one of the deputies said, “Can’t do that, Shirley.”
She turned around and he added, “Face has to be visible when you are driving a car.”
“Rats,” she said as she pulled off her mask and hood. “I was hoping to brighten some poor sucker’s life who has to review security tapes all day.”
We made the deposit at the bank and Shirley dropped Vicki off at her place about 4:00 in the morning. Dawn was starting to lighten the sky when she dropped me off in front of my house.
I was too worked up to sleep, so I wrote this entry for Saturday. It’s now about 9:00 in the morning and I am dead tired. I am going to bed.
End of entry for Day Thirty
Maddi’s Diary, Day Thirty-One, Sunday – Final Entry.
Mom got in early last night. Dad got home around noon. I got up around 2:00.
Dad is always a little grumpy when he has a long haul that brings him back on Sunday. He says he’d rather do a two weeker than a Sunday return. “I don’t have time to do anything here except catch an overnight nap,” he complained.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Mom answered as she sat on his lap. “There is time for one or two other things.”
I was just walking into the living room and decided that it would be best for me to pretend that I hadn’t heard anything.
“How did last night go?” Mom asked.
“What happened last night?” said Dad.
“Benefit concert to help with her legal fees,” chirped Mom as she smiled at me.
“It went well,” I answered. “Between that and some other ideas, I think I have enough to pay things off.”
Dad looked like he wanted to ask more questions, but Mom gave him one of her “Do you really want to know?” looks and he instead returned to his paper.
“Good to hear that,” he mumbled.
The rest of the day was really normal. I was too tired and too sore to do much of anything.
Just before I went to bed, I got a text from Harold that said, “Wire transferred $20,000 to your account. There is more if you need it, but I thought you would want to build your reserve back up.”
I texted back a thank you and climbed into bed. Just before I fell asleep I suddenly thought, “Was the whole world watching me last night?”
End of entry for Day Thirty-One
End of entry for Week Five
Maddi’s Diary, Day Thirty-Two, Monday
This is actually an addendum or an epilogue or whatever you want to call it. Whatever it is, this is truly my last entry. My diary for Dr. B ended yesterday, but if I am going to let others read this, I thought that I should say what happened today.
First thing this morning Shirley and I went to the bank and verified the deposits and got some certified checks. Then we went to the court house and paid all my fines and the hospital and cleared all of my bills there.
After we got the receipts from the clerk at city hall, I told Shirley that I would have to see Dr. B one last time so that he could release me. She surprised me when she said she wanted to come along. I told her that Dr. B might not allow that, but she said that she thought he would understand. I wasn’t so sure.