The Lottery Pt. 02 by nakedguyatx,nakedguyatx

“Amy, would you like to come now?” She stirred, but her eyes remained closed. He asked again: “Would you like to come now?” She opened her eyes, astonished. This had not been promised. She hesitated only a second before saying, “Yes. Oh God yes.”

She had not entered the subspace that her novels described; she didn’t understand what that even meant. She was in serious pain, but, she quickly realized, she was also highly aroused. Her pussy felt drippy wet, and she was desperate for an orgasm.

The emcee put the Hitachi near the top of her pussy, squarely over her clit. He turned it on and gradually turned up the power, soon reaching its highest level and keeping it there. He pressed it into her. She still hung on the ropes, weak and dazed.

Her poor pussy had been clamped for much of the day. Her whole body, including her pussy, had just been viciously whipped. Now it was getting the direct stimulation of a high-powered vibrator. All the sensations ran together; the lingering pain and the mental stimulation of having been naked all day magnified the effects of the Hitachi.

Amy began to moan, and then to squirm. She tried to pull away, but her feet were anchored to the turntable. She could only pull her hips back, and not very far. The emcee was relentless; however she wriggled, the Hitachi pursued and stayed firmly against her clit. She moaned, and gasped for breath, and then exploded into a series of orgasms, shaking in her bonds. The crowd cheered again.

As the stage crew began to untie Amy, the emcee addressed the crowd. “This concludes this part of our show, but we will have a new lottery every day. You can still enter tomorrow’s lottery as late as 9:30 this evening, at the registration desk of your hotel. And for any later day, you can enter the lottery tonight, tomorrow, or at any time up to 9:30 the night before the lottery you want to enter. You can enter for every day of your stay, or for as many days as you choose. Remember, just because you enter for one day doesn’t mean your name gets drawn that day.

“And now you are all invited to join us at The Schooner Maria for dinner. The Schooner Maria is the finest of our fine dining establishments.” He did not add that it was also the most expensive. “And our three naked lottery winners will be dining at the head table, proudly on display for your viewing pleasure.”

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The three women needed to clean up and refresh their make up before they went to the restaurant. Amy needed to be revived and re-energized to the extent possible. Greg had not whipped her, but he was her lover and he provided most of the after care. What she most needed was basic medical attention and first aid, but that would have to wait. She couldn’t very well go to The Schooner Maria with visible creams or lotions spread on her wounds. And management didn’t want the delay.

She took a quick shower, and had to be persuaded to have a clear disinfectant sprayed all over her wounds.. It stung like crazy, and she had had enough of pain for the night. As bad as the welts looked, few of them had broken the skin, maybe none of them. Her wounds were unlikely to get infected, but Greg and the staff were right that it would be much worse if one of them did.

Soon they were ready to go. Amy, Lynn, and Suzanne were still naked except for their shoes. The clamps with heavy chains were once again firmly attached to all three sets of nipples. Their wrists were lightly tied behind their backs.

They entered the restaurant to another round of applause, bathed in spotlights as they walked between the crowded tables. They slowly made their way to the head table at the far end of the restaurant from its entrance. Amy’s stripes and welts drew much comment. Their three partners followed at a short distance, fully dressed, and Fred drew some cheers and comments.

The Schooner Maria had always been able to set up with a head table, but there had been few occasions to use it in the past. Now it was perfect for displaying the lottery winners, and if the lottery continued, it would be used every night. The head table ran along one wall, elevated on a dais so that those seated there could be easily seen.

Each of the three women was seated with her partner on one side and her male escort for the day on the other. The male escort carefully blindfolded each of them; their partners would hand feed them their dinner.

This arrangement was fairly common for couples in The Resort’s restaurants; men often fed their bound and blindfolded women. Many of the women said that dining this way accentuated the experience and made them much more attentive to flavors, aromas, and textures. Of course the men also ordered, so the women had no idea what they were eating until a partner put it in their mouth.

The blindfolds for the lottery winners fit this submissive custom, but they also served another purpose. Each woman was illuminated by a tightly focused spotlight, which would have blinded her anyway and hurt her eyes to boot.

A small raised platform stood behind the table, between Lynn’s group of three on one side, and Amy and Suzanne’s two groups of three on the other. When a woman stood on the platform, the table came to about her knees. The three nude women would take turns standing there, so that someone’s pussy would always be part of the spotlighted display. Amy took the first shift, to a standing ovation.

They dined on the finest mahi mahi, grilled shrimp, and beef medallions, accompanied by a fine French wine, premier grand cru. Their partners held the goblets of wine to their mouths and gently poured it in, one sip at a time. Despite the blindfolds, there were no spills. They dined slowly, and were served courses at lengthy intervals. They had arrived just after 7:00 and had to remain until 9:00. The guests in the restaurant slowly turned over.

Suzanne was exhilarated. She had never wanted to fuck in public, and she didn’t think that she would ever want to do it again. But she had seen it through, and Tonya had been right: doing it once had been a thrilling sexual adventure.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes watching her every sexual move had been humiliating as she began to suck Fred’s cock at the front of the stage. But once they lay on the bed, she could no longer see the crowd. Of course she remained aware of those eyes. But as they got seriously into what they were doing, that awareness had become an intensifier, a sexual stimulant. Every imagined pair of eyes was like a vibrator on her skin; Fred’s every sexual touch was more stimulating than usual.

Amy was exhausted, sore, her skin still stinging or burning in places but immensely proud of herself for not giving up. She was already planning to add some whipping to her submissive practices with Greg, and he hadn’t even been the one to suggest it. Certainly it wouldn’t be as severe as what she had endured today. Or anyway, not at first. Both women absolutely wanted the video of their experience. And they agreed between themselves to exchange copies of their videos.

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