The club was loud, but not overwhelmingly so. The music piped in through speakers and not live. This was not a club people came too for music. No, they had something else in mind.
The girl, Stacy and I were dressed for the Mardi Gras theme. Each of the girls were in sequined sparkling dresses and I was dressed in a suit. We all wore matching masks. The girls half masks, both sequined, Stacy's red and the girls white. My mask was green with a long curved and pointed nose like that of an old time plague doctors.
Both women were nude below their dresses. We had teased each other and would continue to tease each other. In the cab we had coyly slid hands up skirts and more than once they had flashed me as we walked.
The crowd was rowdy and all over we saw people tied to things, being hit. The bdsm club was in full swing. Men yelled for tits and more than once Stacy obliged, dropping the top of her dress to show her large breasts. And more than once Stacy or I forced the girl to do the same, showing her smaller perky breasts to the crowd. By the time we found a quiet place to stand they each had a number of cheap beaded necklaces on.
We chatted for a bit. Playful banter. We walked around and watched the various scenes going on. Men and women tied and not. Men and women nude or in various states of undress. All wearing masks. We had been to this club many times. I attended it almost weekly myself. It was always a naughty place but the masks seemed to have brought out the kinkiest side of people.
We stopped at the main stage and watched, with a crowd of 30 or so as an older woman forced a humbled (google it if your into male submission) man crawl through a small obstacle course of cones. Stacy ground her ass into me the entire time.
When it was over, no one got up to take there place and the crowd started to break up.
"Ok slut," Stacy said and took the girl by the hand.
"What," the girl said, "what?"
Stacy's hand shot out and smacked the girl. Not hard, but sharp enough to sting.
"When we are with master," Stacy said, her tone light, playful, "we must be formal, he likes rules and good little slaves."
I said nothing at this and watched as the girl looked at the stage. I had no idea what Stacy had planned.
"What do you mean," the girl tried again, "am I ready Mistress?"
Stacy didn't answer and just took the girl by the hand and pulled her up onto the stage. The crowd stopped leaving, seeing two women getting up.
"What are you," Stacy said loudly.
"Uhh, uhh," the girl started, looking out at the crowd and Stacy in a quick motion pulled the girls skirt up and slapped her hard on the ass.
"You are a slut," Stacy said, "you are wearing a mask, you are from out of town, not one person in hear has any idea who you are. All they see is a dirty little slut on stage. They hope to see you naked. They hope to see you abase yourself for their, my and your master's amusement."
The girl didn't say anything for a moment and then parroted it. "I'm a slut," she said, "I am here for your and master's amusement."
Stacy slowly pulled her skirt up, revealing her shaved pussy to the crowd. "Touch yourself," Stacy said and the girl obeyed.
"Feel their eyes on you," Stacy said, "Feel their eyes on your slutty pussy."
"Yes Mistress," the girl said, her fingers sliding up and down.
Stacy let this go for a bit, holding the girls skirt up, letting the girl play with herself as the crowd watched and then slowly slide the dress up and off the girls head. She stood nude then before the crowd, masturbating. Stacy brought her hands up and around and began to play with her breasts.
"Tell me how you feel," Stacy said.
"Horny," the girl said, "Mistress. Embarassed. Turned on. I don't like how they are watching me. I feel like a slut and I'm really horny."
Stacy rubbed the girls breasts and pinched her nipples.
"What sort of woman masturbates inf ront of a crowd," Stacy said.
"A slut," the girl said. "A disgusting whore slut Mistress," she said, moaning.
Again Stacy stayed quiet, massaging the girls breasts, playing with her nipples as she stood before the silent crowd masturbating.
"Humiliate yourself," Stacy said, "Do something that shows this crowd just what a dirty little slut you are. Make you Master proud. They may not know you, but they know him." People turned to look at me now. They did know me. "Show them what dirty little slave toys he finds," Stacy continued. "Show them that he's the sort of Master that gets toys like you."
The girl moaned and didn't seem to know what to say, her fingers moving faster. Then she spoke, "Please Mistress," she said, almost in a whisper, "please finger my ass."
"LOUDER," Stacy yelled, pinching the girls nipples savegely.
"Please Mistress," the girl called out, "please finger my ass."
Stacy's right hand dropped first to the girls pussy, their hands smashing into each other and then behind the girl. We couldn't see very well from the crowd, but from the girls eyes and gasp, it was clear when Stacy slid her finger inside her.
"You are a whore," Stacy said. "You are masturbating, begging for your ass to be fingered, in front of a crowd of people that you don't know. What do you think they must think of you, what sort of whore do they think you are now."
That was too much for the girl. The humilaition clearly burning on her face. She moaned loudly and said, "Please mistress, please may I cum."
"Your asking the wrong person slut," was all Stacy said.
The girl let out a half sob, so clearly trying to hold her orgasm back, but not slowing her masturbation in the slightest. "Please Master," she said, "please let me cum."
I laughed and looked around, enjoying the looks I was getting. Yes those were my toys up there. Yes I was taking them home.
"What do you say," I called out to the crowd. "Should I allow it?"
There were a few yells of no, but mostly yesses.
"Ok," I said, "But I will take it out on you later. You may cum."
Within moments the girl was shaking and crying out, Stacy's left arm moving from playing with the girls breasts to holding to keep her upright. When it was over a few in the crowd clapped or whistled.
Stacy led her slowly off stage, helping her stay balanced. We sat in one of the booths and while the girl recovered, Stacy slid under the table and began to pleasure me.
The girl looked at me and I smiled at her. It wasn't just the sensation of Stacy's mouth on my dick. I was truly pleased. "You did good," I said to her. "Very good."
She smiled at me weakly, embarassed, and I enjoyed Stacy's mouth and pretended that this realtionship could last forever.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/302uxq/the_nude_girl_on_stage_mff_exhibitionism_mild_ds