Chapter 3: Samantha and Charlotte’s special act
The audience has settled down after the interval. It’s time for the stars of the show to take centre stage…
Samantha, the most famous Domme at the Inveigle walks on to the stage.
Samantha, resplendent in a black and pink burlesque style dancer’s costume, struts onto the stage, pink ostrich feathers on her head. Her pink and black mask is held on a stick. She stands erect and stares the cheering audience down to silence. She is a magnificent woman, one of the most beautiful of all ‘The Inveigle Girls’. Her strawberry blonde hair catches the light, as do her teeth and her eyes.
Similar to the accolade that Sapphire received, tokens of adulation and love are thrown. Roses, handkerchiefs, knickers, and folded notes cover the stage. Tossing her mask to a grateful woman sitting in the middle of the front row she turns to look at the rear of the stage and tugs on a long black leather leash she holds in her hand.
Charlotte is pulled onto the stage and comes to stand by her Mistress.
She is everyone’s favourite submissive.
Their eyes meet and they kiss, a passionate long sensual kiss. You could hear a pin drop.
One of the two Ladies, Emma, glances up to the same box which first got her attention. The lady in the black mask moves to the edge of her seat. Her right shoulder is moving rhythmically, and you know without doubt what her hand is doing.
Samantha and Charlotte begin their act. It is an erotic trapeze act. It is the newest and most talked about act that The Inveigle has ever done.
Two rope ladders and two trapezes drop down from above.
Charlotte, dressed in a forest green circus style outfit, discards her matching mask, tossing it to the lady sitting next to the one who caught Samantha’s. Both girls walk in time to the music which is played by Sapphire on her violin (naked again) and sung gently by Eleanor. Before coming to the Inveigle Eleanor had been an accomplished opera and music hall singer. The music is Mozart’s ‘Canzonetta Sull’ aria. It’s beautiful aria and a trapeze will always swing beautifully in time to it. So too will the steps of a beautiful woman’s bottom climbing up a rope ladder.
In near perfect time they climb up, gazing at each other in a lustful way. They reach their platforms and climb onto their trapezes. The audience gasps as Charlotte suddenly falls and catches her trapeze bar in one hand. She laughs, places her other hand on the bar and starts to swing. The song drifts through the air seductively.
Samantha gracefully mounts her trapeze, puts a foot to each side and slides down provocatively, bending her knees. The audience let out a long sigh. She then stands up again and starts to push the trapeze into motion. Their timing is perfect as Charlotte meets her in the middle of the air to grasp her ankles. They hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds before they start swinging gracefully to and fro from each other. They leap through the air, over each other, under each other, and at times it seems through each other, all to rapturous applause.
Out of breath, shiny with sweat, they take their applause eagerly.
The song’s volume increases as each girl strips naked. Samantha sits on her trapeze, legs apart and swings to Charlotte who is leaning forward over hers. Again Charlotte grasps her ankles, but this time slides up her legs to lick her Mistress to perform what was then known as ‘tipping the velvet’. An excited Samantha shudders to orgasm quickly. Charlotte is very skilled in the use of her tongue.
The audience cheer and the girls slide down the ropes to a small set that has been quickly erected on the stage. Charlotte then walks to a Vaulting horse, being led by Samantha on a leash.
Samantha tugs on the leash as she nears the horse. “It’s time to concentrate on your bottom my pretty slave.” A huge cheer greets the news.
Charlotte stands close to the vaulting horse, and bends over.
She looks over her shoulder and smiles, as Samantha pats a stout leather tawse on her bottom.
Samantha looks to her submissive.
The fame of this part of the act is the talk of the city’s underground domme/sub culture. There was no music now, just a silence that positively dripped with anticipation.
Samantha looks to the audience and her eyes catch the light again as she smiles wickedly at them. Charlotte’s responsive body is a joy to see too. Public use of her body excites her to the core. She wants to be seen being used, as much as Samantha enjoys the public approval of displaying her sexual skills.
Charlotte is sideways to the audience, whilst Samantha is standing to her side facing the audience. She begins to run her fingernails slowly and sensually over Charlotte’s back all the way down to the top of her bottom. The delightful way in which Charlotte responds is observed by the drooling audience, half wanting to be Samantha, the other half wanting to be Charlotte.
Samantha bends forward, unclasps her hair and lets it cascade over the back of her submissive. She begins to kiss Charlotte down her spine in little steps, stopping just above her bottom. Her eyes catch the light once again, flashing for a second like the gleam of a diamond. She stares at the audience and smiles.
Charlotte pushes up on tip toe, her bottom yearning to be licked.
Samantha straightens, with a superior look on her face, to look down at the shape of her ‘pleasure girl’. Her fingers walk around Charlotte’s body and reach around to her nipples, which she tugs, squeezes and stretches.
Charlotte’s knees tremble visibly, which delights the audience.
Samantha lets go and slides to her right one step.
Again her eyes catch the audience as one eyebrow rises, and her right hand slides to Charlotte’s bottom. Using just one finger, as gently as she can, she strokes up and down the crack of her bottom. Charlotte shivers and speaks in a lustful, needy voice,
‘Spank me Mistress, please spank my bottom.’
Samantha continues to caress her bottom for a short while, then stops. It is time to spank rather than caress her very naughty little submissive’s bottom! This is the part of the act that everyone has been eagerly awaiting.
The spanking begins with a flurry of light fast smacks…..smack, smack, smack, smack, smack! Then harder, slower smacks…..SMACK! ….SMACK! …..SMACK! As Samantha gets into a rhythm, her arm rises higher and higher and the smacks get louder and louder, echoing around the auditorium……SMACK! ….SMACK! …..SMACK! SMACK! ….SMACK! …..SMACK! Charlotte can now be heard letting out little squeals. Are they squeals of delight or pain? Everyone knows that it is a combination of both.
Charlotte is a real ‘pain slut’. She relishes the sting of her mistress’ tawse across her naked bottom. It hurts, but it also generates a wonderfully delicious warmth in her loins that has her juices running freely. She is also very excited by the knowledge that lots of ladies are watching her bare bottom being soundly spanked. She is a real exhibitionist!
As the spanking continues, members of the audience egg Samantha on, shouting out comments such as “Her buttocks aren’t red enough yet….wallop her bottom harder!…. Make her howl and beg for mercy!”
Charlotte’s spanking comes to an end. Samantha moves around behind Charlotte, and sinks to her knees. She begins to kiss and lick Charlotte’s bright red bottom. She turns her head to the audience, her eyes gleaming brightly, with a wicked grin on her face, but with no trace of malice showing. She knows that Charlotte loves being spanked before an audience.
Her hands pull Charlotte’s ‘dumbglutton’ (as it was known in those days) apart and licks her wet slit. Charlotte wriggles and writhes in violent contortions, and screams with pleasure, clearly teetering on the verge of an orgasm! She shouts out in an urgent voice, ‘Fuck me Mistress….oh please fuck me!’
Samantha again turns to the packed audience, and asks them. ‘Shall I?’
To a woman they all shout their response,”Yes! Yes! YES!…Fuck her! Make her scream with pleasure!”
A girl suddenly appears next to Samantha with an oiled purple leather dildo.
Samantha takes it, and begins to stroke the glistening tool as if she was a man. Charlotte looks at her mistress and pleads again, ‘Oh Mistress, please, use me now!’
Samantha turns to the audience and winks, then shouts as loud as she can…
“Who wants to see me shove this dildo right up Charlotte’s arse!!!”
The audience chant and clap! The whole theatre rocks as sex craved women scream back…
“WE DO!” …clap clap clap
“WE DO!” …clap clap clap
“WE DO!” …clap clap clap
Turning back to Charlotte, still bent over holding the vaulting horse with her bottom in the air, Samantha inserts the dildo slowly just into the opening of Charlotte’s dripping arsehole and moves it tantalisingly around the entrance to her ‘pleasure garden’.
This is the moment the oomp-pah band strikes up from the top gallery, Abigail stands, and holds her arms out, wiggling her fingers, the whole audience shouts louder than ever as a collective…..
..Builds up to the well known Inveigle ‘Rumpy Pumpy’ song! Submissives bend, arseholes are greased, dildos strapped on and lubricated, the whole theatre sinks into depravity and debauchery as the whole audience performs anal sex!
Chandeliers swing, dust falls in little rhythmic showers from the rafters, the whole building vibrates!
Abigail is in ecstasy as she conducts the performance, laughing loudly as she squeals…”Sodom and Gomorrah could not compete with this! What have I created!? Fuck them arses everyone….fuck them!”
A heaving mass of sex craved Victorian women thrust in unison to the song, to tune of the Hokey Cokey…
“ohhhh Rumpy Pumpy Pumpy!…Woooooh Rumpy Pumpy Pumpy…..ooooh Rumpy Pumpy Pumpy…that’s what it’s all about! You shove your dildo in, your dildo out, in out, in out, shake it all about, you do the Rumpy Pumpy and you turn around…..and then do it all again! ….ooooooohhhhh oh Rumpy Pumpy Pumpy!”… And on!
Then, as Samantha becomes more and more frantic for release, she grasps Charlotte’s hips and thrusts the leather dildo right up to its hilt into the moist slit. Charlotte’s eyes open wide and she gasps with pleasure. Samantha’s clit is rubbed by a protuberance, and she cums. Charlotte’s fingers frig her own clit, and she cums too!
Without further ado, both craving more orgasms, Samantha starts to fuck her hard, her own buttocks clenching and releasing as her body pumps backwards and forwards, slapping noisily into Charlotte’s luscious red buttocks which push back towards her. It doesn’t take long before Charlotte comes again, emitting a long, loud scream of orgasmic pleasure. The audience are wild with delight and leap to their feet to give a standing ovation.
Samantha withdraws from Charlotte and stands facing the audience, spreading her arms and bowing, the glistening leather dildo still held in her hand and pushed against her puss.
Eventually the applause dies down and Samantha says, “Thank you Ladies, thank you. Charlotte has now had her pleasure, I now need to achieve further pleasure….with a stranger! Who on the upper tier will be the lucky winner of the golden ticket and come to my room to see me.
Eleanor walks onto the stage again and holds her hat out to a panting, heaving breasted Samantha. She rests the hat, upturned on Charlotte’s lower back, who is still bent over the brass bar. She draws out a number and passed it over to Eleanor, who holds the ticket aloft and shouts the number out. ‘Two hundred and seventy six!’
The woman in the black mask hits the edge of her box with a riding crop in fury, stands up and storms out of the auditorium.
The lady in the winning seat puts her half-face masquerade mask up, and walks to the stairs with a friend, her ‘prize winning guest’. The audience clapped in unison waiting for them to appear on the stage to take their prize. They walk onto the stage triumphantly. Samantha takes one of the women’s hands, whilst Charlotte takes the hand of the other lady’s. Then they all walked off through the curtains at the back of the stage, leaving Eleanor standing alone.
Eleanor cracks her whip loudly to stem the hubbub, and then requests that the audience all stand to sing the National Anthem, a tradition in every theatre in those days.
Outside the theatre, on hearing the noise and National Anthem, the coach men make ready.
Once the singing stops, Eleanor makes her final announcement:
‘‘That, my dear Ladies, is the end of the show (a noticeable groan of disappointment can be heard from the audience). ‘Spanksalot’ for coming to see us! The Inveigle wishes you all a safe journey home. We can’t wait to see you all again soon. Goodnight to you all.’’
The audience cheers enthusiastically again and then stand up and start to leave.
Emma and Melanie stand, looking into each other’s eyes. They have both really enjoyed their evening, but know that they still have ‘unfinished business’ to attend to when they get home. Emma’s sore bottom needs some soothing cream applied to it, whilst Melanie has yet to have her own bottom thoroughly warmed over Emma’s knee. A brisk spanking will help to ignite the lust they both feel for each other again!
They joined the queue at the souvenir shop and purchased two more photos of the girls in their stage uniforms for their erotic album they were slowl building. A man called Mr.Trentham took the photos, and his fame was growing across the country.
They also purchased yet another of a row of ‘Inveigle Bottoms’…
Masquerade masks raised again, they walk hand in hand to the waiting row of cabs. They summon theirs. The man was ready and waiting, as always, and they climbed aboard. Inside they talked excitedly about the show and in particular about Charlotte and Samantha’s special act.
‘How do two such gorgeous young girls end up starring in a show like that?’
That’s a very good question. In the next chapter we’ll begin this story of love and spanking by addressing that very question.
After the audience had left the theatre, the proprietor of the Inveigle, Abigail sat in her private box feeling very satisfied with the evening’s performance. She was proud of all of her girls, especially her two star performers, Samantha and Charlotte. They had really excelled themselves.
She wore a low cut dress, which cradled her ample bosom. Her waist was always tied tight in a corset, which gave her a ruddy, wild and lusty complexion. As was her manner, she surveyed the scene of a satisfied audience with pride with one eyebrow raised. People said she could talk with her eyebrows. Many a young Inveigle Girl had shuddered in shame at her harsh stare, the eyebrow raised, as she was scolded. Others had melted in her gaze of approval with both eyebrows holding the sultry eyes in their shadow.
She knew exactly what was needed at all times, and the girls knew it. Without question the house girls did her bidding, so too did the show girls. She loved them all like daughters. She would chastise and nurture them as she saw fit. They loved, admired and respected her. She was the Inveigle. But most of all the girls knew one thing for certain, she would protect them. They could sleep easy in their beds because of her. The girls were her children, and, in both esteem and adoration, she was known by the girls as ‘Mummy Bear.’
MUMMY BEAR’S GALLERY
Protection was in her mind at this very point in time as she screwed up the ticket with the seat number of the lady in the mask. She had removed it from the draw hat before Samantha had selected the winning ticket. She did not trust the lady in the mask. There was something evil about her. She was determined that she would never win a night of passion with her two treasured stars of the Inveigle stage.
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