Millville Ch. 08: THE GALA

Chapter 8

THE GALA

Author's note: Ideally, the previous chapters in this story should be read prior to reading this. Although this chapter could stand alone, it—as well as the upcoming chapters of the story—will be more meaningful if put in the complete context.

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Suzie and I were in the back seat of our best friends Bob and Julia's car on the way to the Second Annual Gala at The Mill. It was a charity affair put on by the Mill Club, a BDSM organization, of which Bob was one of the founders. Suzie and I were new to all of this and didn't know if we wanted to pursue the path toward domination and submission. So far we'd only dabbled in a little bondage.

The trip to the Mill would be about fifteen minutes on a rural road outside of Millville. On the way there Bob explained a little about the Gala.

"Let me explain a little about tonight's entertainment. About a month ago every member received a volunteer application and questionnaire to recruit participants for tonight's events. Besides the willingness to participate, this is what was required. They must be either a sub or switch. Must be OK to interact with multiple people of different genders. Must be OK with golden showers. Must be willing and able to be bound for at least one hour. Must not be claustrophobic. For females, must not be having a period on the day of the Gala.

"I think that's all. From the list of volunteers, the committee of three members—they had to include one male, one female, one dom, one sub, and one gay or lesbian—selected six. Three men and three women. Only two of each will be used tonight, but nobody, including the volunteers, knows who. Their identities and what they will be doing have been a closely guarded secret. Only the three committee members, who also planned the entertainment, know. Like the Price-Waterhouse envelopes at the Oscars. The rest you'll see for yourselves a little later."

Suzie said, "Sounds pretty well planned. You've really piqued my interest now. I can hardly wait."

"Yeh. Me too," I concurred.

We arrived at the old sawmill, now named just "The Mill". Its only identification was its name printed in letters carved from wood and mounted over the main door. The building itself didn't look much different than it had when it was still a working mill, over twenty years before. From the outside one would never guess that it was a clubhouse of sorts. Once inside, Bob led us over to the registration counter where an attractive, middle aged woman was working. He handed all four of our $500 tickets to her and told her our names. She already knew him and Julie, of course. "These are our guests, Tom and Suzie. This young lady is Millie," he said to us, gesturing toward her.

Only first names. Even at the Gala.

Millie went down her list until she found all of us. I thought that there must be more than one Bob or Tom, but she seemed to know whom to check off. Bob led us from the entry room into a very large hall where many round tables were set up, complete with white table cloths, fancy dishes and glasses, and flowers. Each table had a card with eight people's names. Bob found our table and—since nobody else was there yet—suggested that we all sit facing the front of the room. In front of us was a podium and a long table on a raised platform. The table had six place settings on a tablecloth that only reached the edge of the table. That's strange, I thought.

Suzie and I perused the room, looking at all the other folks. I spotted Leila and Len from the Munch meeting. When they saw us they gave a wave. Suzie said, "I really liked them. We should get together with them sometime."

"Good idea. Let's do that," I replied.

I thought I saw Frank Grause, one of the councilmen of Millville. I asked Bob if that was who he was and he confirmed it, but reminded me that here he's just "Frank" and not to mention his position or his last name to anyone. I asked Bob if the empty table in the front was for the club officers.

"No, Tom. Wait a few minutes. You'll see."

Now it seemed even stranger. I turned to Suzie. "What do you think, Babe?"

"Don't know yet. Seems like any other banquet I've ever been to. Except for that empty table up front. It's set for dinner, but no table cloth. If it's for guests of honor you'd think they would give them a table cloth."

"Actually there is a table cloth. It's just folded so it doesn't hang over the edge. I asked Bob about it and he just said to wait and see."

Just then a gentleman approached the podium. Bob whispered to me, "That's the president of The Club."

He waited for the crowd to quiet down, and then said, "Hi, everyone. For those newcomers who don't know me, I'm this year's president of The Mill Club. My name is Devon. I want to welcome you to this year's Gala event, our annual fundraiser for charity. You all paid a lot to be here tonight, but not to listen to me speak. So we'll get right to our fabulous banquet we have prepared for you. But first, let's bring in the participants in tonight's entertainment. These six members have volunteered their time and their bodies to help provide the rest of us with some provocative scenes. Only four will be involved and none of them knows who they are, or what they will be subjected to. They will only find out when the rest of you do. Now, Mr. Dungeon Master, please bring our six subs in and seat them so they can also enjoy the feast we're about to be served."

As the president was speaking, six waiters came out from the kitchen and stood behind the chairs at the head table. Now a second door opened and a gentlemen wearing a red vest came out. Bob whispered to me that he was the dungeon master. He was holding the end of a chain, the other end of which was attached to the left wrist of the man following him.

Suzie let out a loud gasp. "Oh my God! He's naked," she said in a voice that everyone could hear. This provoked laughter throughout the room. He was indeed naked save for a hood covering the top of his head and down over the nose. There were holes for the eyes. That first sub's right hand was attached to the left hand of the woman following him. These connections continued until all six subs, alternating men and women, were at their places at their table. The waiters had pulled out their chairs as they entered and now gently pushed the chairs in until all six were comfortably seated, connected by their wrists.

The dungeon master then walked down the two stairs from the platform and stood in front of the subs. I noticed as they walked into the room that they each had a black leather cuff just above their knees. The dungeon master started at the end of the table, attaching the outside knee of the sub to the edge of the table, pulling it to the side of the sub. He then went down the row, attaching each sub's knee to that of the one seated beside him. When he was finished he stood aside and faced the crowd.

The president, from his podium, said, "Let's give a hand to our dungeon master for this evening, Lloyd. Most of you know him. He's been in the club since its inception." There was some polite clapping from most of the people in the room. "And now, please, folks, let's hear it for these six subs, who don't know what they'll be facing later on, but who willingly put themselves on the line for this good cause that we support." Now there was loud cheering and whistling. Everyone truly appreciated what these six men and women were willing to endure.

"Now. Let's eat. The waiters, all members who paid to be here just like all of you, offered to do the serving tonight. As you know, we can't allow the caterer's staff to see our activities. They come from Knoxville and are not aware of the nature of The Mill Club. Bring it on, boys."

As the waiters served everyone their meals, starting with a lobster bisque, I looked at the table in front where the six subs for the evening sat facing us, legs spread wide, their genitalia exposed for all to see. I glanced at Suzie next to me. She, too, was staring.

After the second course, a small but tasty salad, was served, Bob turned to me. "Watch Julie tonight. We had quite a session last night."

I glanced at Julie who was sitting the other side of Suzie and she seemed normal, although she was squirming in her seat every once in a while.

"You mean the way she's squirming in the chair?"

"Yep. You think her bottom was red the night you were at our house? That was nothing."

"I don't see how she can take it. But Suzie tells me that Julie really likes all that abuse."

"She really does," Bob replied. "She doesn't think of it as abuse, though. It's hard to explain. I don't know if it's psychological or physical or chemical or what, but she craves it. Sometimes she begs me to tie her up and do whatever to her."

"So what did you do last night that left her squirming now?" I asked.

"Well, I had her bound to that spanking bench you saw at our house, but this time she was standing at the end of it, leaning her torso over the padded top, parallel to it. Her feet were spread wide and her hands fastened to the opposite side. I sat on the bench, straddling it right in front of Julie's face. I told her I was going to put my cock in her mouth and then give her ass fifty swats with the leather paddle I had with me. If she didn't make me cum before I finished then she would get fifty more.

"Well, Julie gives a great BJ but bound like she was she couldn't move her mouth or use her hands. All she could do was work her tongue—which she's great at—but it's not enough to make me cum. By that time her ass was as red as you saw it before."

"And then you gave her fifty more?"

"Right. If I make a threat I always deliver. Have to in order to be a good dom, you know. So I got off and stood behind her and let her have fifty more. She was screaming pretty good by then. When I finished I played with her pussy and clit a little. Got her pretty turned on. She was begging me to enter her. So I did, from behind of course. Her being all tied up leaning over the bench like she was. Only first I placed two gloves over her red butt. They're special leather gloves that have little points, like thumb tack tips, sticking out all over the palms and fingers. They're made specially for BDSM. So here were these gloves draped over her rear end, the pointy side against her skin. Now when I shoved my cock in her pussy my body leaned against the gloves. You should have heard her scream then. By the time I came she was beyond screaming, just lying there, exhausted. Needless to say her turned on state had left her by that time.

"After she readied herself for bed, I cuffed her hands behind her back. Didn't want her playing with herself. That way tonight she'll really get turned on by the entertainment. Keep an eye on her and see."

"Wow, Bob," I said. "You never cease to amaze me with this stuff. Suzie and I still have a hard time wrapping our heads around this lifestyle of yours. How could we not know all these years we've known you?"

When dinner (Beef Wellington entrée and Baked Alaska dessert) was over, the Club president said a few words and announced that everyone should go into the next room which was where the entertainment would be. The six subs were released and led out by the dungeon master and disappeared into another part of the building. Then the catering staff came in to clear the tables and clean up.

I asked Suzie, "Why do you suppose they had those six naked in front of everybody with their privates staring at us?"

Suzie replied, "I asked Julie that same question. She said that it was to reinforce to everyone their submissive role for the evening. She also pointed out that they were all either shaved or waxed down below. She said a lot of BDSMers do that, especially the subs."

As we left the room, Suzie said to me, "You can't believe what Suzie told me that she and Bob did last night."

"Oh, yeh. I can believe it. Bob told me all the gory details. Said she can barely sit today. I still think that he's a real sadist."

"I'd agree Tom, except that Julie keeps insisting that she wants him to do these things. Says she loves it. Doesn't think she could live without it now."

"I don't know."

"And did Bob tell you what they're doing tonight? Right now?"

"No. He just said I should keep an eye on her. Thinks she'll be real turned on by watching the show here."

"Oh, she'll be turned on, all right. He made her wear panties with a vibrator in them right over her clit. He operates it by remote control. He switched it on a couple of times while we were eating and it was getting to her. She had to stop eating until he shut it off. It's just too much."

Just then an announcement was made saying that due to a problem with the plumbing, the bathrooms in the building would be closed in fifteen minutes and not be open again until the end of the entertainment. There was a mass exodus toward the restrooms. Suzie and I were among the herd.

The men's room was abuzz with talk about the upcoming "entertainment". Those who had been to last year's Gala were filling in the others about what it had been like. This made the newcomers all the more anxious to "get on with the show". Meeting Suzie outside the restrooms I told her that all the men could talk about was the "entertainment" to be.

"Same in the ladies' room. They're all expecting something outlandish, I think. One gal said, 'I wouldn't be up there for a million bucks.' Another agreed with her, but one lady said that she would do it. For way less than a million. She said just the thought of being up there facing the unknown really turned her on. She thought she might volunteer next year."

"Well, it's sure not for me. That I know."

"Nor for me," Suzie echoed.

"Now we better find Bob and Julie. They were going to save seats up front for us. You ready?"

"I'm a little nervous, actually. I don't know why. I'm just going to watch whatever's going on. Watch and learn. And I hope enjoy. Let's go."