Alisha was on the very edge. You could hear it in her muffled cries. You could see it in her struggling body. She was a micro-second from her leap into ecstasy when… EVERYTHING stopped.
It was totally silent in the room. It was as if time had stopped. No one spoke. No one moved. Mister Masters held up his finger as if to say, “Wait for it.”
After several seconds his voice softly filled arena,“But you can always fly into ecstasy on the Masters Intimate Devices’ Unicorn”.
That’s when it happened. Spotlights flashed on, brightly illuminating the Unicorn and reflecting off Alisha’s sweat-drenched body while at the same time, the hum slammed back, only now it was much louder and much more raspy. The Unicorn’s spear flashed brightly, strobing through the colors of the rainbow, except the tip, which flashed bright red indicating that all electrical pulses were now at extreme maximum.
Alisha’s body exploded. It was more than quivers. It was more than spasms. It was violent thrashing almost strong enough to tear loose the bindings on her arms, legs, and head. And despite the penis gag, her wail was loud enough to echo through the stands and drown out all other sound.
Her extended scream continued well past the minute mark. People began looking at one another wondering how long she could keep up such a crescendo of climax. Some even began to look at their watches. Several of the women present squirmed slightly where they sat or stood. All were wondering what it would be like to experience such an intense orgasm. Would they even be able to survive it?
At last the wail trailed off like a steam whistle running out of pressure. As the sound decreased, Alisha’s body began to relax until she was hanging senseless in her restraints. Several large men dressed in black jeans and T-shirts walked in and rolled the equipment down the ramp and around the back of the stage with Alisha’s unconscious body still hanging in place.
Mister Masters stepped forward to the front of the stage. “That, my friends,” he said, “is the Masters Intimate Device’s Unicorn in its extreme cycle. Yes, it is a bit pricey, but the best always is.”
He made a sweeping hand gesture across the entire crowd and then toward a camera crew which had moved in slightly from one side. “The Unicorn can be used, as it was today, for self-fulfillment. Or you can use it as punishment… or reward for your favorite submissive or slave.”
He smiled at the camera, “These units are always in stock. You can order on the website or by phone.”
“Speaking of punishment and reward,” William said as he joined Mister Masters at center stage. “According to the counters at the back of the stage, our repentant terrorist has now endured forty-four edging and denial cycles of The Lover’s Embrace. Don’t you think we should bring her down here?”
Mister Masters nodded his head in agreement and the crowd thundered their approval as slave missy’s cage slowly descended to the stage. She was standing at the front of the cage hanging onto the bars. Her voice was soft… and desperate. “Please, please, please, please, please,” she was wailing. “Please let me cum. I can’t stand this. I’ll do anything if you will just let me cum!”
The audience responded to her pleas with more loud cheering and applause. One voice was heard above the crowd yelling, “I’ve GOT to get one of those for my wife.”
“That’s forty-five,” William said loudly. “One more cycle of punishment.”
Missy began to softly chant, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” as the stimulation began once again.”
“What would you do to get this to stop?” Mister Masters asked.
“ANYTHING!” she screamed back.
“If I give you an orgasm, will you let me hold you on the very edge for the complete hour of your display afterwards?” he asked.
“YES!” she screamed. “Anything. Anything. I’ll do anything! Just let me cum!”
It was obvious she was very, very close to an orgasm. She looked hopefully at William, but he mouthed back at her, “One more.”
Her body arched and thrashed as the scream tore from her mouth. The lights on the tips of the metal brassier were glowing bright red indicating that severe electric shocks were jolting her body.
Then the lights went out for a moment and the green light began to flicker. “Please, please, please,” she sobbed. “Please, Master, let me cum.”
“That was forty-six,” William said softly. “This one is for pleasure only.”
Missy looked at him through red and watery eyes. Then her mouth opened wide. The dildos were both vibrating stronger and stronger. It felt as if the one in her ass were getting longer and shorter, almost as if it were fucking her.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she began to say. “Oooohhhhhhhh!” she started to wail. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” she began to scream.
Her hands let go of the bars as her body began to flail around within the confines of the cage. She was standing in the center of the cage shaking as if thousands of volts of electricity were flowing through her body, but it was just the orgasmic release of the pent-up frustration and need of forty-six thwarted trips to the edge of ecstacy.
The crowd clapped and shouted as she continued to scream and shake with her release. Finally, they quieted and so did she. She now stood limply against the front of the cage.
She gave William a very crooked smile and said, “Thank you.”
“Let’s hear it one last time for Masters Intimate Devices,” William shouted and the crowd again broke into cheers and applause.
June and Alisha, who was recovered from her ordeal but was still totally naked, joined Dominick Masters on stage and bowed to the audience. William called for one more round of applause as they left the stage and then turned to face one of the cameras. “That concludes our repentant terrorist’s days of repentance and punishment. Slave missy and I will be touring for the next year, so catch us when we come to your town. Remember videos of any day– or the whole twelve days– are available at our website.
He then walked off the stage as slave missy’s cage once again ascended into the air. She stood breathing heavily and then settled into her relaxed position with her back against the bars and her feet against the front of the cage. Quite a few members of the crowd remained staring up at her or taking pictures. Those closest could hear the buzz of two vibrators turning on. Most could see the green lights on the front of the brassier began to flicker.
“No, no, no, no, no, no,” missy said quietly. “Not again. Not again.”
This time it was different. This time rather than taking her to the edge and dropping her back to nothing, the vibrations and tingle took her to the edge and held her there. A low wail came from her lips as she remembered Dominick Masters words to her, “If I give you an orgasm, will you let me hold you on the very edge for the complete hour of your display afterwards?” he had asked her. She had said, “Yes.”
By the time William returned an hour later with the trailer to take her back to the RV, missy was writhing in the cage. She still had her back against the back bars of the cage and still had her feet wedged against the base of the front bars, but now her hands were clamped tightly around the bars above her head and her hips were thrusting upward toward a lover only she could see.