Moesha was standing above her friend when Mollie regained her thoughts. “You came hard honey!” Moesha gushed, obviously proud of her friend. “How did ya like yur very first orgasm?”

A soft smile flickered at the corners of Mollie’s haughty yet sensuous mouth. “Oh my, . . . . so that’s what it feels like, eh?” Mollie giggled softly as she remembered what she had experienced. “I think I liked it, Mo.”

Mollie felt so wonderfully relaxed, more relaxed than she could remember having felt before in her twenty years of life.

Johnson returned to the room, walking straight to Mollie, his direct gaze both inquisitive and possessive. “I will now put my beautiful new toy on display,” he announced as he looked down at her. He took her hand and put it into the crook of his arm, as though he were going to usher her into a concert. Slightly bewildered, but willing nonetheless, she obsequiously followed his lead.

Johnson guided her down a long hallway and into a very dark, small intimate theatre. The only light was shining on the stage. Johnson led her down an aisle, then up onto the raised platform. He sat her onto a straight-backed chair that was positioned starkly at center stage.

Mollie realized, now that she was facing the seating area, that she could not see past the edge of the stage due to the bright lights that were aimed directly at her. But she could hear the sounds of people shuffling in, and the rustling sounds of people taking their seats. There was muffled conversation, sibilant sounds of muted, though lively chatter between patrons.

Johnson walked behind her, leaned over so that his lips were beside her ear, then whispered “Relax, my little innocent one. Just trust me as I proudly show you off to my many friends!” He then placed a soft, velvety blindfold over her eyes. Mollie could see down across her cheeks, across the tops of her spotlighted cleavage, but nowhere else. She became acutely aware of how her breasts looked as they rose, then softly fell with her breathing. She felt a distinct tremor of goose-pimpling fear course through her body. She felt her nipples extend, hardening against the soft fabric of her blouse. She could see the pointed fabric in the bright light. She felt obscenely exposed and vulnerable. The flesh of her breasts felt as though it were stiff, taught, non-pliable. And her nipples! My how they ached with their robust exposure.

Mollie felt her face flush with shame, and a secretly avoided randy excitement.

Johnson’s strong hands took her wrists and pulled them gently behind the stiff upright back of the chair. She felt soft silken scarves being tied securely around her wrists. From under her blindfold, she could see that her curves had become more exposed because her shoulders had been pulled back when her hands were tied behind her.

Mollie had never felt so out of control before. She had never trusted anyone to this degree. And yet she felt freer than she had ever felt before. The wispy remnants of her first cumming seemed to force her mouth to grin, taunting her to submit to her scary vulnerability.

Suddenly Johnson’s booming basso-profundo voice echoed through the theatre. “My friends, my compatriots, tonight I have a very special treat for all of us. My new friend here has never before experienced what you will all be privileged to observe, to experience, tonight. She is a virgin to our many fetishes.”

Johnson seemed to gather his words carefully. He continued, his voice much softer now, “Earlier tonight, our little friend experienced her first orgasm, I am told, as she looked at a piece of art that I have in my gallery. Most of you are familiar with the piece, the one with the woman suspended by ropes, a large logger’s steel choker hook in her anus, and her master’s penis feeding her voraciously suckling mouth.”

There was a murmur of voices discussing whether they had seen the particular piece of art that Johnson had described. When the murmurs died down, Johnson continued, “Tonight, we will recreate this piece in reality. Our little friend here will learn what it feels like to be totally trussed, and filled in both openings by her new Master.”

Mollie felt her body shiver, both from fear and from anticipation. Did Johnson really mean she would be naked before everyone tonight? Naked in front of all these people? Naked and unable to move? Naked and . . . .what did he say . . . . . a steel hook in her bum? And she was going to suck on his member? She had NEVER ever done that before, and could not conceive of herself doing it now. She started to protest. Johnson’s soft dominating voice at her ear stilled her protest before it began. “You are now mine, my sweet innocent little one. I now control your body and your mind. You will do as I say, and you will no longer second-guess my wants or needs. Is that clear?”

Mollie could hear the veiled threat in his voice. The slight, cutting undertone of his dominant will, spoken so softly into her ear, quelled her nascent effort at self-determination. She felt her willful ego shrink back into her soul. She felt her body shrug back from its previous petulant sense of self. She found herself wanting to please Johnson with her submission.

For the first time in her life, Mollie willingly gave up her own selfish wants for the desires of others.

Molly sensed Johnson move behind her. His soft touch at her ear lobe caused her to shiver. The goose bumps came back, stippling her skin, again making her breasts feel hard and stiff. Her nipples again protruded lewdly, shamefully, peaking the front of her blouse.

His fingers trailed softly down her neck, across her jaw line, then up across her cheek. Astonished by her own actions, she felt herself turn her face toward his touch, as though seeking further contact. Johnson’s finger tips slowly slid down her cheek and across her neck again, not stopping this time at her collar, but continuing down across the upper swell of her breast. He traced a small circle on her flesh there as she held her breath. Was he going to touch her more like this, here in front of these people? Would he expose her shy breasts to them? Would he violate her as these people watched? Would the people like her body? She felt the unfamiliar and unwanted feeling of moisture gathering in her nether region. A small foreboding shiver ran up her spine.

Molly gasped as her eyes watched Johnson’s fingertips move under the lapel of her blouse. His soft touches caused her to inhale sharply as his fingers suddenly caressed her sensitive hard nipple. He brazenly palmed her breast, then moved his hand sideways exposing her ripe succulence to the enraptured crowd. Her breast was on display to anyone, and everyone, watching! She heard a collective gasp as the patrons gazed at her lewd exposure.

Did they like her breasts? NO one had seen them before now. Not even Moesha. Yet her exposed breast was now being caressed by a male she had met only tonight, in front of a crowd of people! She finally exhaled when Johnson moved his hand back over her breast, allowing her blouse to again cover her risqué tit.

But his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple as his hand stayed in commanding contact with her virginal breast. He leisurely moved the palm of his hand across her hard nipples as everyone watched. She squeaked, flinching pointedly when, without warning, he pinched her nipple hard. She heard his voice, “These are mine now, my little sweet potato. Mine to do with as I wish, do you understand?”

She nodded her head frantically as he possessively pinched her nubbin again.

“Answer me, little one. Do you understand?” He pinched her nipple very hard this time.

“OOOOUUUWWWE! YES! I UNDERSTAND!” she squealed. Her nipple throbbed from his merciless squeezings.

His voice now came from scant inches from her ear. “You will address me as Master henceforth. Do you understand, little one?” Again he compressed her tender nubbin, even harder than before. Mollie could feel the tendons in his wrist press on her shoulder as he squeezed her nipple so flat she was certain it would never regain its natural shape again.

Her mouth, widely open in pain, screamed “YES MASTER!”

“That’s better, my little one.” Johnson’s voice was soothing now, feeling like a healing balm on her wounded ego.

Mollie had forgotten the crowd. There was nothing left in her world but pleasing her new Master. Her whole being was focused on not displeasing him again. Her right nipple was pulsing and throbbing, reminding her that he had her under his control. Her mind could not think beyond making sure that she did as her new Dominant male demanded.

She straitened her back, as though deermined to be more compliant to his needs, his wishes, his commands.

Mollie felt him walk to her side. He seemed to kneel beside her. She could feel his warm sweet breath on her forearm. The tips of his fingers touched her knee. Their ever so slight caress traveled outside her knee to her outer thigh, then back up to the point of her knee, then into its inner portion, circling slowly, ever so slowly higher and higher.

“Open your thighs to me, little one,” her Master commanded her. “Open your thighs so that we all can see your wetness that lies between. You want us all to see and enjoy your inner wetness, don’t you, little one?”

Mollie heard herself answer instantly, “Yes Master, I want everyone to enjoy my inner wetness!” She blushed crimson as she grasped the sincerity of her answer.

Master Johnson exhaled in disgust, “Little one, you TELL me you want us to see your inner wetness, yet your thighs are still tightly pressed together! I see that I must now teach you discipline.” He yanked her to her feet, her bound hands almost tipping the chair over as she was pulled to her feet. She sensed her Master sit on the chair. She felt an exciting tremulous terror she had never known before. What would happen to her now?

Her Master yanked her across his lap, pulled her dress up over her back exposing her cheeks to everyone watching. “Spread your THIGHS little one!” he barked.

A terrified Mollie instantly spread her recalcitrant thighs this time, feeling a cooling breeze waft across her loins.

The commanding hand of her Master began to caress her helplessly exposed cheeks. Molly did not hear the murmur of the crowd as they anticipated Johnson’s corporal punishment of his new toy. Molly did not hear the rustle of clothing as everyone leaned forward to witness the corporal spanking that was going to be administered to her firm, shapely, alabaster buttocks. The only question in everyone’s mind was if Johnson would remove her panties before he spanked her.

Johnson’s hand slipped under her new lace embroidered panties, still caressing her flesh. Suddenly he raised his hand, tearing her panties from her buttocks. He grabbed the torn remnants and pulled them from under her belly, tossing the ruined garment carelessly on the floor beside the chair. Again his hands caressed her exposed virginal buttocks, leisurely enjoying her supple skin, the plump roundness of her perfect butt.

His hand suddenly dipped between her thighs, ever so lightly stroking her virginal lips. Then the touch was gone. Instinctively, Mollie tried to stand up to protect her virginity.

Johnson’s wrath was delivered in under a heartbeat. His huge hand descended on her white beauty like the wrath of a swarm of honey bees.

Mollie screamed in terror. Her father had NEVER spanked her, and certainly would never have touched her bare bottom!

Mollie vaguely heard Johnson explain to the crowd that he was certain that his little toy was not only a virgin, but had also never been spanked before! Another vicious openhanded blow landed on her other cheek. Mollie was sobbing loudly now. Her humiliation was utter, complete, and totally overwhelming to her assaulted sense of self.

Twenty spats later, she was certain her bottom was on fire.

Another twenty blows and Mollie no longer felt the pain, only a soft diffused sense of well-being. She smiled to herself, taking pleasure in the knowledge that her discomfort was being enjoyed by the crowd, and even prouder to know in her heart that her Master was enjoying his use of her young body. Mollie relaxed, allowing her thighs to open even wider. She gloried as she felt her Master’s hands begin to spank her little cleft as well as her derriere.

Mollie felt complete, whole for the first time in her life, free of past sexual hang ups, the baggage of modesty having dropped away to leave only her willing compliance to her Master’s needs and wishes.

Smiling softly, joyfully, Mollie was free for the first time in her life.