The Black Box

I enter the Black Box and head to the bar. The bartender, a tall redheaded woman named Julie, informs me that there are rumors of Natalie Portman being present and seeking a submissive for a stage performance.

“Wait, is Natalie Portman really here?” I inquire.

“I believe she’s in the VIP section,” she replies.

“Oh, fuck, she might be interested in having sex with me? I’ll go see if I can provide services.” I make my way to the VIP section and there, amidst the guests, I spot Natalie. I approach her and introduce myself. “Hi, I’m Eric, the owner of the Black Box. I heard you might be looking for a submissive to perform on stage today.”

“Yes, that’s right. I’m looking for someone who enjoys being tied up and flogged. Someone who will be my submissive and obey my commands.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place. I believe I’m the person you’re seeking.”

We discuss the cost of her services.

“The price is two thousand, and I get to do whatever I want with you,” she offers.

“I accept,” I respond.

“And my safe word is ‘Purple’.”

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll need it, but I’m glad you’re prepared,” she replies.

“Looks like the stage is empty. Are you ready now?”

“I’m eager, I like that. Let’s go,” she says. She stands up and, wearing a tight red dress and red high heels, leads me to the stage and up the stairs. We stop in the center of the stage. Behind me, there’s an X-Cross and a table filled with various whips, crops, flogs, collars, leashes, and other toys.

The first clap of her hands reverberates through the club as she addresses the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us. Tonight, I have a special treat for you.” She turns back to the audience and grabs a thick leather collar from the table. “On your knees.”

I obey immediately, kneeling before her as she fastens the collar around my neck.

She unbuttons the top buttons of my shirt and spreads her hand down my chest. Her fingers trace the contours of my abdomen through the fabric of my shirt, contrasting sharply with the cool air of the club. The heat of her touch prickles my skin under her gaze, and I can hear the crowd murmuring behind me, the low thrum of expectation building like a storm about to break.

She steps behind me, her heels clicking as she moves. Her hands squeeze my shoulders, making me aware of her strength. She pushes me forward, forcing me to lower my head until my forehead nearly touches the floor. She adjusts the collar with a quick tug, ensuring it’s snug but not too tight.

“Stand up,” she commands, her words carrying easily to the audience. The spotlight glares down, casting everything else in shadow.

She unbuttons the rest of my shirt and takes it off. She walks over to the table and retrieves a crop. She walks around me, trailing the leather along my skin.

She flicks the crop against my shoulder - just enough to sting, not enough to hurt - watching my reaction carefully. The audience exhales in unison, leaning forward in their seats. Natalie studies me for a moment before raising the crop higher and bringing it down with a sharp smack across my backside. The sting blooms instantly, spreading heat across my skin. I bite back a gasp, keeping my expression neutral even as my muscles tense.

“Good,” she purrs again, running her hand over the spot she just struck. “You take pain well.”

She moves around me, tapping the crop against my thigh in warning. My pulse quickens as she circles like a predator, my back to the audience now. I can feel their eyes on me, hear the occasional murmur of approval or speculation. The leather tip of the crop traces up my inner thigh, slow and deliberate, stopping just shy of where I want it.

Whack! The crop comes down on my ass.

"Count the number of times I spank you." commands Natalie.

I grimace as I say "One!"

Whack!

"Two"

Whack!

"Three!" I say. I can start feeling it now.

Whack!

"Four!"

"You're doing good, my little toy." she says as she brings the crop onto my ass again.

"Five!"

The crowd murmurs in appreciation for my ability to maintain control.

Another whack.

“Six!” I wince slightly.

Another whack.

“Seven!” I close my eyes and endure the pain.

She reassures me "Three more, my toy." as she whacks my ass again.

"Eight!" I say, voice cracking a little.

Whack!

"Nine!" I regain some composure.

Whack!

“Ten!” I exclaim, hoping that was the final count.

“You handled that exceptionally well, my little slut. It’s time for a reward. Stand at the X-cross.”

I proceed to the X-Cross and assume my position. Natalie swiftly cuffs my hands and feet to the cross, then steps back to admire her work.

“You’re such a beautiful slut. That’s all you are - a sex toy for me to use.”

She grasps my shaft and begins to stroke it slowly. “Let’s see how long I can pleasure you before you need to cum. But don’t come until I say you can.”

The audience leans in, captivated as they watch Natalie stroke my dick. Someone yells out, “Make him cum!”

Another woman yells out, "Such a great cock!"

"They like watch you, completely at my mercy." she says as she twists her hand around the head of my cock, "But you don't cum when they want you to. You're my sex slave, and you don't cum until I let you."

"Yes."

She slaps me with her free hand - "That's yes Mistress."

"Yes Mistress." I reply.

"Better. Now, when will you cum?"

"I will cum when you tell me too, mistress."

She continues pleasuring me. She uses her left hand to cup my balls. She tightens her grip on my dick. "You're getting close, aren't you? You want to cum so badly, my little slut, don't you?"

I can only nod, the pleasure is so intense.

"Use your words, slut."

"Yes mistress, I want to cum for you. Please let me cum."

She continues stroking, but relaxes her grip.

"I want will make you wait a while longer. I want to see how much more you can endure."

I struggle against the leather restraints, but to no avail. Natalie laughs. The audience is  thrilled watching me squirm, trying to hold back my orgasm.

"I want to hear you beg some more. Beg me to let you cum, my little slut, my sex slave." she commands.

"Please let me cum! I need it so much, I need to cum, it too much!"

"Make him wait longer!" a woman in back yells out, and some laugh at the suggestion.

"I've made you wait long enough, slut. Cum for me, slave."

My balls release, and I ejaculate onto the stage and Natalie's hand. The audience cheers as Natalie continues stroking me as the last bit of cum erupts from my cock.

She lifts her hand to my mouth and commands me to lick it clean.

I obey and lick my seed off her hand.

She releases me from the restraints. She lifts her dress up over her head and drops it to the floor. She stands before me and the audience, in just her panties and her heels. The crowd gasps at her bare breasts.

"Suck my tits, slave."

“Yes, mistress." I say as I take her left nipple into my mouth.

"Harder." she commands "Use your teeth."

I graze her nipple with my teeth, and she moans loudly. The audience erupts into cheers.

Natalie pushes her breast into my mouth, while guiding the back of my head with her hand.

"That's it, slut, suck my tit. Don't forget about my other tit, though. Suck it, too."

I switch to her other breast, pulling on her nipple with my teeth, and circling it with my tongue.

"Good boy," she purrs, arching her back to press more of her breast into my mouth. "You know what you're doing." Her other hand trails down my back, nails lightly scraping your skin as she watches me work.

I suck harder, pulling her nipple between my teeth just like she wanted. A sharp gasp escapes her - whether in pain or pleasure, I can't tell. "That's it. Bite down a little more."

I bite down harder.

I suck her right tit and massage her left.

"Now kneel, slave."

I kneel.

"Kiss my panties."

I kiss her panties, right above her pussy.

"Now, pull them down slowly. Slowly."

I grab each side, and slowly pull down her panties, feeling her legs along the way.

She steps out of them when I get to her feet. I straighten up, now staring directly at her clean shaven pussy. Her wetness is evident. The audience tries to get a good view of Natalie, now standing naked in front of them.

She commands me, “Lick me, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I lean in and lick her slit from bottom to top, then circle her clit. I lick from bottom to top again and suck on her clit.

“Oh my goodness, she’s such a delightful little slut.” She moans, placing her hand on my head to guide me in pleasuring her.

I support her with my hands on her hips as I continue to suck and lick her.

“Oh fuck, yes! Please go faster! Harder!” She gasps, tilting her hips and pushing her cunt into my mouth.

The audience is cheering and applauding us. 

"Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna squirt on your face!"

I hold her hips steady as her body tenses, her thighs clamping around my ears. The first spasm hits her - you can feel it in the way her muscles jump - and she screams, long and raw, as liquid gushes against your chin and into your mouth. It keeps coming, hot and salty, as she rides out her climax.

The audience erupts. Someone whistles. Another shouts something unintelligible. You stay where you are, licking her through the aftershocks, slow and gentle now, until her breathing evens out and she pushes your head back with a shaking hand.

"God, you're a good slut."

She steps back, and looks at the mess she made of my face.

With an amused expression, she tells me to stand and show the crowd. "Let them see how good of a slut you are."

The audience erupts again, their cheers and whistles ringing in my ears. Natalie steps close, her bare body near enough to sense the residual heat from her skin.

She lifts her hand, fingers lightly touching the wetness on my face. She stick her fingers in my mouth, and I suck off her wetness.

I use my tongue to clean her fingers as she watches, the audience's chatter a distant hum compared to the pounding of my own heart. Natalie's pupils are blown wide, her lips parted slightly as she observes me tasting her. She withdraws her fingers with deliberate slowness, then runs them down my cheek, leaving a glistening trail.

"Such a good boy," she murmurs, almost to herself. The words send a fresh jolt through me - praise from a goddess. Her hand comes to rest on my shoulder, her nails digging in just enough to make you shudder.

"You took that so well," she says, speaking louder now for the audience. "Didn't you, my little slut?"

“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice rough with spent arousal and lingering adrenaline.

She whispers to me, “I’m torn between wanting to blow you or fuck you.”

She asks the audience, “Show me I blow him or fuck him next?"

There are enthusiastic shouts of "Fuck him!" and "Blow him!" from the audience.

Natalie laughs, "Looks like I have options. I guess I'll have to do both."

She kneels, and licks my cock from base to tip. She rims the head with her tongue, before sticking my shaft in her mouth and deep throating me. Her head bobs up and down, her mouth tight around my cock, tongue licking the base. Her head moves faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks you hard. 

"Oh god, I'm going to cum!"

She pulls off, and commands "Cum on my face!"

I cum, filling her face with my seed. The audience cheers again.

She struts around the stage, showing off. She twirls around, letting the audience see her entire naked form, and cum on her face.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asks the audience.

"Yes!" several people shout.

"Hell yeah!" another shouts.

She turns to me.

"You've been such a good toy. Would you like me to fuck you now? While I wear your cum?"

She pressed her body against mine.

"Yes, mistress, fuck me. Use me more."

She grabs my shaft, and inserts it into her pussy.

"Rub my clit while I fuck you, slut." she commands.

I obey.

"Oh, yes! You feel so good! You're going to make me cum all over your cock."

I can feel her desire to climax as she grinds against me. And then she comes - her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice as her hips jerk uncontrollably. 

She pulls off my cock, juices flowing down her thigh. She stands before me, dripping with sweat and my cum, her cum, her body glowing in the stage lights. Her breathing is ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she recovers from her orgasm. The audience is still going wild, chanting our names.

She faces the audience. She steps away, letting the audience get a good look at her.

She turns to me, "You've been such a good slave today. You may get dressed now"

"Thank you mistress."

We clean up, get dressed, and exit the stage.