Page 20 of Beneath Submission
~Fourteen~
Even though my current situation was very bad, I was thankful that Aiko finally opened up to me. She was actually a sweet girl who had been put in a bad situation as well. Just like me, she was taken from her family and raised by a man whose only desire was to use her for his own personal gain. Even though she was never taken to hotels or other places, her obligation to Mr. Sakai was the same. She was put on display and if a client paid enough money then he would have the chance to do as he wished. I guess, in a way, I was lucky. The only person that observed my interaction with other men was Mr. Colin.
With the help of Aiko, I looked beautiful. She had an impeccable talent in applying makeup. My skin looked flawless and the way she fixed my hair looked amazing as well. It was way more than I expected.
Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, we headed out of the room and down the stairs. Before we began heading down, I gently grabbed her arm and asked hesitantly, “Aiko, do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you left here?”
Her eyes widened in surprise as though I spoke of something inexcusable. “I would never think of leaving here.”
I was about ready to ask her why, especially after everything that she had been through, but realized that the look she was giving me was one of defeat. Just like me, she must have felt like there was no way out.
Following her down the stairs, I thought for sure we would be going to the exhibition room, but instead, we ended up in the room where I first met Mr. Sakai. There was nobody else there except us. Aiko suggested that I make myself comfortable while I waited for Mr. Sakai to arrive. I watched as she left the room, wondering if she went to find him.
When she didn’t come back, I was beginning to worry. I was almost ready to search for her when Mr. Sakai entered the room. “Were you planning on leaving, Tessa?’
“That would be impossible,” I stated sarcastically.
“Come, we are running late,” he responded avoiding my comment.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To the exhibition room.”
I was pretty sure of what was going to happen once we got there, but the way he was dressed, it had to be a big event. This had to have been the reason Aiko didn’t return to the living room. She was more than likely preparing for the performance. Taking his lead, I followed behind him as we headed to the so-called exhibition room.
When we arrived, there was something different about the room than when I had come the first time. The curtain was already drawn open and there were two crosses on the stage instead of one. Aiko wasn’t on the stage like she had been before. Looking around the theatre, the only people there were Mr. Sakai and me. I was beginning to get an unnerving feeling in my gut that something was going to take place and it wasn’t going to be good.
Hearing the doors open, I looked over to the entrance to find that more than a dozen men were entering. They were all dressed in tuxedos just like Mr. Sakai, which I found to be very odd. Mr. Sakai shook every man’s hand and seemed to know them very well. He pointed to the front of the room and asked them to take a seat in the front two rows.
Taking a seat behind them, I waited patiently to see what would be happening. Keeping my eyes focused on the stage, I watched as two young women walked onto the stage, each wearing a silk robe. I thought for sure that Aiko would be a part of the performance, but she was nowhere to be found. The door to the theatre opened and Aiko appeared. She was wearing nothing but a very sexy corset and garter set along with very high heels. In her hands she had a silver platter which held at least a dozen tiny boxes. I began to wonder what she would be doing with them.
It was beginning to make sense when she walked up and held the platter in front of each man, suggesting that they take a box from the platter. When all of the boxes were dished out, Mr. Sakai rose to his feet and said, “Gentleman, only two of you will be fortunate enough to play. In the boxes that you have chosen, only two contain a gold ring. The two men that have chosen the winning boxes may move to the stage.”
I watched as the men began opening their boxes. When two of the men rose to their feet, I knew that they were the lucky ones to have chosen the box with the gold ring. Making their way to the stage, they stood next to the girls, each one assisting one of the girls with their robes. When the robes fell away from their bodies, their naked skin was exposed. Everything about them was perfect. Almost like they were handpicked from the Gods above.
I began to feel anxious, more so than the first time I witnessed the exhibition. I shouldn’t have been aroused by the acts that had taken place, but I could already feel a tingling sensation begin to form between my legs. When I adjusted my position, Mr. Sakai looked down on me with a grin. He was well aware of what was going on.
The two gentlemen that were on the stage were older, at least thirty years older than the two girls. Taking them by the hand, they began restraining each girl on the crosses. The girls didn’t resist as the cuffs were fastened around their wrists and ankles. Aiko came on the stage ready to assist the men any way she could. As though they were prompted in what to do, they removed their tuxedo jackets and gave them to Aiko to hold.
Walking over to the table, each man chose a different toy to begin the exhibition. One of them chose a riding crop while the other chose a thin paddle. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of the two men; a big difference from before.
In the beginning the men were very gentle with the girls, only caressing the toys against their bodies. It was only when the girls began to move that the play got more intense as they struck them to hold still. One of the men seemed to enjoy the play with the crop while the other seemed bored with his paddle. I kept my sights on the man with the paddle as he walked over to the table and grabbed something different to stimulate the young girl.
Scratching his head, he gazed over to the side of the stage and then began walking in that direction. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but when he wheeled out a kneeling bench, I knew he had something else planned for the young woman. Releasing her from the cross, he kissed her on the lips and guided her over to the bench by placing his arm around her waist.
She must have known what he wanted. She immediately took her position and waited for the man to restrain her once again, only this time her backside was towards the audience and all of her womanly parts could be seen. Her essence glistened between her legs as he spread them wider in order to bind her ankles to the legs of the bench. When she was secure, he hit his hand hard across her bare ass cheek, causing her voice to crack.
Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a smile and said, “More.”
“In time, love. In time,” he responded with a British accent.
My fixation was on the British man and nothing else. He emanated a power that I hadn’t seen before. He was very dominant and the way he carried himself, he was well aware of his control. There was something about him that was unnerving as well. I had a feeling he was a man not to be messed with.
My assumption was correct when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He could barely be heard as he stated arrogantly, “You will never forget this night.”
The smile she held disappeared the minute he pulled on her hair a little harder. In my opinion, it was a cruel way to get her attention. Keeping my eyes on him, he circled around the kneeling bench before going back to the table. I couldn’t see what he had in his hand, but when he moved to the side, I saw that he was inserting a silver egg-shaped plug into her backside. Moving it in and out of her, her moans began to increase. In a way he was very cocky the way he looked at the other men as he slipped a finger inside her vagina. It was as though he was mocking them for not being chosen.
By the way she was moving with him, I knew that she was enjoying her torture and her imminent release was close. Taking her as close to the edge as possible before releasing, he pulled away from her and once again walked over to the table. This time he took a rather large vibrator and went back to her. In a small voice, I could faintly hear her pleading, “Please, don’t go away. Don’t stop.”
Sliding the vibrator inside her wet channel, her moans of pleasure sounded. Her moans amplified against the theatre walls and based on the bulge that was forming in Mr. Sakai’s pants, he was enjoying the exhibition. There was no doubt in my mind that every man in the room would be experiencing an arousal of their own.
Moving my eyes back to the stage, the British man stepped over to the other man and whispered something in his ear. When they returned the girl on the kneeling bench, I knew that he had something planned for her. Moving to the front of the bench, he slowly lowered his trousers, while the other man was behind her working the vibrator. When he slapped her on the face, she opened her mouth ready to accept him inside. Over and over she licked and sucked trying desperately not to gag as he pushed deeper inside. When he was close to his own release, he pulled his cock from her mouth, spraying her face with his juices.
Closing my eyes, I thought it was the most degrading thing that he could have done, but when she moved her head to gather more of the spray, my opinion changed. Focusing on the man behind her, he increased the speed of the vibrator, pushing it deeper inside her. As he pulled it out, I could see that her juices thickly coated the device letting everyone know that she had also met her own release.
The other girl who was tied to the cross must have been satisfied as well based on the white milky juice that was running down her inner thigh. Looking between the two girls and the two men, I waited impatiently to see what would happen next. I felt unfulfilled as the curtains closed. Breaking me from my disappointment, Mr. Sakai said, “Come, I want you to meet my business associates.”
I doubted very much that these men were his business associates. I had a funny feeling that one of them would soon be my owner.
