Author's Note: Roll-up, roll-up...come and see the Circus...the greatest show on earth...

Everyone loves it when the Circus comes to town...the daring young man on the flying trapeze...the roar of the crowd...the ringmaster...the fearless lion tamer...the smell of the sawdust in the ring and the greasepaint...this is the Greatest Show on Earth...

Gasp at feats of the acrobats....be amazed by the strong man and the knife thrower...this is Barnun...the traveling show...with a gypsy fortune teller...the exotic rubber woman...this is magic and mystery...Billy Smart and Buffalo Bill...performing ponies and dancing bears...excitement, thrills and spills...the experience of a lifetime...watch the parade of dwarves...visit the freak show...gawp at the bearded lady...the tattooed lady...laugh at the tears of the clown...

All life is here...all human emotion...come and join us for the show...

This is a 'GaggedUtopia' homage to 'The Night Circus' by Erin Morgenstern. While there's plenty of female bondage there's a lot more F-m than my usual work and it's a lot less playful.


The mannequin in the glass booth is apparently restrained in a heavy duty black leather single sleeve that pins her arms behind her back making her thrust her little breasts forward, an effect that is increased by the toothed clamps on her nipples that are connected to the front panel of her transparent prison. She is clad from head to foot in tight black rubber, rendering her body smooth, there are only holes for her eyes and, of course, her nipples. I suspect there must be a hole for her mouth too, but it is covered by a muzzle that is part of a harness strapped around her head and holding her upright by a strap fastened to a ring in the top of the booth. She has a collar around her neck and a tight corset that appears to nip her waist; she is apparently locked into a steel chastity belt; ankle high toe boots complete her kinky outfit. Her ankles are strapped together as are her knees and thin bars link these bonds to the side panels of the booth. Similar bars link to straps around her corsetted waist and collared neck supporting her, keeping her upright in her captive and punishing position.

She is remarkably lifelike and I fantasise for a moment that she is real, suffering in bondage or, perhaps enjoying it; excited by the being kept like this, helpless; perhaps there is a plug inside her, perhaps a vibrator, perhaps she is being teased even as I watch her, kept at the point of orgasm; punished perhaps if she moves.

Looking closely I am sure she is breathing...trembling with the strain of her bondage...

Although she is not real, this spectacle excites me and I feel my cock stiffen. I have always had a thing about bondage though I've never really understood why and, although I have tried give up what I know is an addiction numerous times I have always returned to it. I accept now that it is part of who I am and just enjoy the pleasure it gives me though it is something I keep very secret.

Seeing this display therefore makes my trip here worthwhile. I wouldn't usually come to a circus and, if it were not such a fine night and I hadn't had a few drinks and it hadn't been on my way home across the common, I probably wouldn't be here at all.

Now I am glad I am, not just because seeing this turns me on but because it reminds me that there are other who share my kinky thoughts.

The tent behind the mannequin pronounces 'Tania Torment's House of Pain' and dares the viewer to enter. There is a part of me that wants to go in and a part of me that is afraid. I'm not particularly worried that someone may see me and know what a pervert I am; at the moment that really doesn't matter; another reason I am here is because I've just lost another dead end job and I don't want to go home to the dingy flat that my landlord will very soon want to kick me out of; something which, if I'm honest wouldn't bother me that much.

Maybe it's time for me to move on anyway. It's not as if my year in this grubby little town has achieved very much or that anyone I've met will miss me.

So, actually, I can gawp all I want and, if I choose, go inside.

Even so, I look around.

Standing beside me is a stunning girl in a red cotton dress that clings so tightly to her body that I can see immediately she is not wearing a bra and how big her nipples are. She has blonde hair hanging in a long bob and big blue eyes and lips that match her dress.

She is looking at the tightly restrained mannequin.

I wonder briefly if such a woman as this could really be interested bondage and, even more briefly, if she could possibly be interested in me. I wish, not for the first time I was good at conversations with strangers and, if I'm honest, with women.

She turns to look at me and I begin to blush, embarrassed at being caught looking at her thinking those thoughts.

'Are you going to take a look inside ?' Her smile is charming and in my slightly inebriated state I smile back knowing that I must look inane.

'Er...'

She looks away, back at the girl in the booth and I know I've blown it.

There are no second chances for losers like me.

Even so, I try to think of something to say watching as the blonde reaches out and touches the glass. She has glossy red nails and there is a faint click at they make contact.

The mannequin's eyes snap open.

The movement makes me take a step back, my mouth hanging open in surprise.

The blonde pulls her hand back sharply.

The girl in the booth regards the blonde and looks at me. Her eyes are an unusual grey, pretty, probably, in other circumstances but I can see her pupils are huge, perhaps with fear or pain.

She moves in her bonds, struggling as much as she is able.

This is no mannequin, she is real.

And the expression in her eyes is so real I think for a moment she must be a genuine prisoner and I wonder if I should raise the alarm though I don't know how I could do this.

I feel a surge of guilt for looking at her helpless and naked and for enjoying her suffering.

But then reason takes over and I know she is an exhibit, one of the circus girls put here to attract voyeurs like me, like the girls hanging round the rides and the one who offered to read my fortune a few minutes ago. The blonde in the red dress is probably one of them too trying to lure my inside.

'The House of Pain is open.'

I look to my right and see a woman standing in the entrance to the tent holding the flap aside. She is dressed as a dominatrix, a studded black leather bodice, tight leather trousers, knee high boots with spiked heels, a leather collar. She even has a whip.

'I'm sure you want to come inside.' She is a big woman, statuesque, large-breasted, dominant. She is older than me, perhaps mid forties when you look at the tone of her skin and the lines around her eyes. Her face and her cleavage are tanned and her hair is dyed blonde, pulled behind her head into a pony tail.

I know many of the models I look at on line are as old as her, older even and that doesn't stop me enjoying their helplessness. I can honestly say that her age doesn't bother me; she is attractive, though nothing like as stunning as the young blonde beside me but seeing a woman dressed like this, like the dominatrix of my fantasies, here in the flesh, gives me an intense thrill. Though I like to see women in bondage, there are times when I tie myself and then I fantasise about being forced to submit by a woman such as this, as I grovel on my belly hogtied with a scarf in my mouth and clothes pegs on my nipples.

But that is fantasy.

And, besides, only perverts would go into something like this.

'Shall we go in ?'

I realise the blonde is talking to me.

I feel her take hold of my arm and can't help tensing.

This has to be some sort of scam.

But I really want to go inside.

'How much ?' I try speak calmly and fail.

'Thirty.'

Thirty pounds ! I only have sixty, my last week's wages.

I look at the woman I assume to be Tania, 'Madam Tania' I suppose, and then the helpless girl in the glass booth. Her eyes are now closed again as if she is resigned to her fate though her breathing is, I think, a little more rapid than it was.

This is the kind of stuff I fantasise about all the time.

I take out my wallet, fumble with the grubby notes inside and hand over the money.

'Thirty each !'

I look at her in surprise.

'But...' I look at the blonde who is holding my arm. I see her bite her lip and for a moment imagine that she really wants to go in and see the exhibits, that she's really into bondage and afterwards she'll be grateful. Perhaps, I reason, she doesn't want to go inside alone.

I could be chivalrous.

I know I am being scammed but I pay all the same watching as Madam Tania stuffs the last of my money into her cleavage. I am now officially skint.

Madam Tania steps aside and we enter the House of Pain.

The tent has a musty smell. I was in the army corps at school and know what damp canvas and sweaty bodies smell like. Along with the red light the smell gives a tawdry effect that is heightened by the shabby carpet and decor; there is a wooden chair with a flogger lying on it, a pair of manacles hanging from the central pole; there's also something that looks like an iron maiden; to one side there is a table with a board leaning against it, pinned to the board are pictures of women in bondage; on the table are several cuffs, a ball gag and a riding crop.

I realise suddenly that this is it, this is what I've just spent the last of my money on.

A smattering of bondage paraphernalia and some photos downloaded off the internet.

I can't even afford to buy any food.

However, the blonde is still holding my arm and this gives me a tiny quantum of solace. I let myself enjoy her touch imagining she wants to be holding my arm, that she is a genuine visitor like me.

I look at the pictures. I am familiar with them, drawings by Stanton and Bishop, utterly helpless women crammed into extreme bondage.

I can see these on the internet anytime. I really have been scammed.

'I take it you've seen enough.'

I look up at Madam Tania, anger burning inside me, I want to shout at her but I know I won't. Sixty pounds for two minutes in a seedy room.

'Shall we go inside ?' Madam Tania lifts a second flap and we are ushered through, the blonde still clinging to my arm.

The girl in the room is wears a corset like the one in the booth outside. Other than this she is naked. She stands in the centre of the room balanced awkwardly on her tiptoes held there by a head harness that is chained to the ridgepole of the tent. The harness holds round leather pads over her eyes and a big red ball gag in her mouth. I can see her wrists are cuffed to her sides by a strap around her tightly corsetted waist and, from the way her shoulders are pulled back I assume her elbows are strapped together behind her back.

This is no mannequin, the girl is moving, breathing, moaning into her gag.

This is the stuff of my fantasies.

'Willow has been a very naughty girl.' Madam Tania steps behind the helpless girl and picks up a whip like horse riders use.

As she does so, the blonde pulls herself against me. Could she be afraid ? I want to look at her, to react, to understand what she might be thinking about all this, but I can't tear my eyes away from Willow and her punishing bondage.

Thwack !

Madam Tania slices the crop across Willow's buttocks and the helpless girl cries out swaying alarmingly in her bondage. There are weights hanging from clamps attached to her nipples and these swing violently in response to her movements. I watch her fingers stretch out towards them but the clamps with their swinging weights remain tantalisingly out of reach.

This is one of those details I love when I look at a bondage image. There was a time when any image of a woman tied up would arouse me; most still do, but there are a few that really excite me; sometimes it is the way a girl is positioned, the curve of her body, the swell of her breasts, her buttocks; sometimes it is the look in her eyes: submission, pleasure, fear; a key just out of reach or some highlighted threat; I like ball gags too, saliva on a red lip beading, about to drip...

I feel my cock twitch.

Thwack !

A second stroke and Willow cries out through her gag again, pleading, the weights swinging again.

She is fitted with a clit weight too that swings between her spread legs, held apart at the ankles by a short spreader bar locked between the shiny steel of her ankle cuffs.

The blonde's fingers tighten further on my arm and I turn to look at her expecting to see signs of anger or perhaps disgust but she is staring open-mouthed, her blue eyes huge, shining with excitement, her face is flushed.

The sound of a third blow to Willow's bottom and another gagged gasp of pain makes me turn back to watch the spectacle before me.

Madam Tania delivers two more blows to the helpless, whimpering girl's buttocks, both harder than her previous ones. Willow writhes in pain teetering on her bare toes, body arching in agony, her fingers clawing at her breasts unable to reach her tortured nipples or protect her naked bottom.

Madam Tania lifts her gaze and looks at us.

'Your turn.' She walks around the whimpering girl and comes towards us holding out the whip.

I stare at it in terror.

I fantasise about this sort of thing, even enjoy watching it, particularly if it is one girl whipping another, I've even fantasised about being whipped myself, whipped by someone like Madam Tania but, I realise, I've never dreamed of doing it to someone else.

The blonde releases my arm.

Surely she can't want me to whip this helpless girl. Willow has suffered more than enough for my pleasure. I've read about these things; bondage and submission should be a consensual activity; there can be pain but only if both parties consent to it.

The blonde takes the whip.

I am back in reality. This is part of the show. They'd hardly let me whip one of their own.

I feel a pang of disappointment but mostly I feel relief.

The blonde steps behind the helpless Willow and I follow, morbidly curious to watch the act more closely. I've paid for this and, I now realise Willow's punishment is just part of the act, I want to get my money's worth. The blows probably weren't that hard and the weights on her nipples and clit are probably very light. Maybe she enjoys being treated like this.

I wish !

Thwack.

The blonde in the red dress lands her first blow on Willow's bare bottom and the helpless girl dances in pain, whimpering into her gag. I watch her fingers strain towards her nipples again as the weights dance jerking at her breasts. Saliva is running down her chin and neck.

Thwack.

Willow is a redhead and has pale, freckled skin but the skin of her bottom is glowing red and hot, marked by dozens of linear welts.

'Plllllssthhhh.' Willow pleads into her gag, a fresh gush of saliva spilling over her pale red lips.

'One more.' Madam Tania speaks firmly.

'Yes, Mistress.' The blonde colours as she says this, her hand going to her mouth.

I wonder if there is a dominant equivalent of 'sub-space'.

Thwack.

The blonde lands the final blow and hands the whip back to Madam Tania.

Willow is sobbing now, crying behind the blindfold and gag.

'Remove the clamps.' Madam Tania is looking at me.

Surely she can't mean...

The blonde reaches to obey but Madam Tania knocks her hand away.

'You.' She looks at me directly.

I have no choice. I reach out and, as gently as I can, I lift the weight hanging from Willow's left nipple; it is surprsisingly heavy.

Willow whimpers.

I've clamped my nipples a few times, even been running with some electric clips on my nipples once. I know how much they hurt when you take then off.

But at least they will be off.

Willow screams as I remove the clamp. Her nipple is squashed, bruised, bloodied in places.

I remove the second clamp. This time Willow simply whimpers loudly, letting a heavy breath out around the big rubber ball in her mouth. Saliva sprays into my face and I suddenly realise I am part of this now, complicit; I have touched her.

I wipe my face.

'And the third one.'

I am expecting this and already moving to release her tortured clitoris.

She is clearly prepared but the cry she gives is deep and guttural and I stand helpless as she hisses with pain, biting down on her gag.

'Shaankuu.'

I realise she has just thanked me. Thanked me for causing her such pain.

I don't know what to say and without thinking I reach up and touch her cheek as if to comfort her, stroking the pale flesh; it is cool, slightly damp with sweat. Emboldened by the physical contact, I want to touch her more; I run my hand down onto her chest moving towards her right breast; she does not move, cannot move, I gently tease her nipple then, realising what I have just done, snatch my hand away in horror.

Madam Tania and the blonde are watching me.

I feel myself blush furiously.

'Shall we move on ?' Madam Tania holds her hands out for the clamps. Together they must weigh at least five pounds and I wonder how long Willow has had to endure them.

The blonde does not take my arm again; I can see her eyes are still shining and her face and chest, where it is visible above the top her dress, are very flushed.

Madam Tania lifts another flap and leads us onto her next exhibit.

The girl in the next room has the biggest breasts I have ever seen and I have to smile when I hear she is called Summer.

I couldn't count the number of tissues I have used up wanking over Summer Cummings and her huge breasts.

'Summer used to be one of our hostesses but she started to pocket some of the money she earned in tips. She thought we wouldn't notice.'

Summer kneels with her hands behind her head and I assume her wrists must be locked to the back of the steel collar fastened with a heavy padlock around her neck. The position beautifully displays her enormous breasts especially when she pulls her elbows back and kneels straighter which is what she does as we enter with Madam Tania.

She keeps her head bowed, submissively I think, but as I take in more of her bondage I can see chains running from the side of her gag to the large heavy steel rings that pierce her big nipples with their huge areoles; her nipples are also hung with weights like those hanging from Willow's nipple clamps, more chains run down her belly, some ending in a ring piercing her navel while the rest disappear between her legs perhaps ending at a similar ring in her clitoris.

Aside from her bonds, Summer is completely naked though her skin is extensively tattooed.

Madam Tania takes a bottle of water that sits beside a bowl on the floor and Summer turns to watch her, lifting her head slightly as she does so. The movement tightens the chains linking her gag to her nipples and draws her large breasts along with it. She has large brown eyes and I see her look intently at the water as Madam Tania pours it into the bowl her tongue flicking through the ring gag that holds her mouth wide open. The gag is mounted between short steel rods and chains running round behind her head hold it in place. She has chains across her face too running from her pierced ears to a ring hanging from her nasal septum; chains from piercings in the side of her nose run up to her eyebrows, even her eyelids are pierced. It looks as if they could be used to lock her eyelids closed.

Her lips are pierced too, with multiple rings, and are glossy and red but as she runs her tongue over them toying with the rings I can see her mouth is dry. Her lips are large like those of models who have had collagen implants, the 'trout pout', and I think the glossy colour is because they are tattooed.

Her areoles are tattooed too and, like her lips, have multiple piercings all hung with chains that are linked to thick steel rings locked to the bases of her huge breasts. Each nipple has, as far as I can see three piercings, one linking it to her gag, another supporting the nipple weights and a third anchoring the chains running to her navel and beyond. The skin of her breasts is tattooed too, the left bearing the words 'I am a slut' and the right 'I am a whore'. The images on her body depict women in bondage, some writhing under the whip, many are copies of the drawings displayed in the first room.

Madam Tania straightens. 'You may drink.'

Summer almost throws herself forward. With her wrists cuffed to her collar she lands heavily on her elbows and I see the weights hanging from her nipples swing wildly. Her ankles are cuffed too, locked into heavy steel manacles and these are somehow chained to her body in a way that means she has to keep her legs bent up; thus she is forced to crawl on her knees and elbows toward her water bowl. As she crawls awkwardly past I can see that her clit is indeed pierced as are her labia which are locked together by a series of padlocks; the chains from her nipples end at her clit and this sensitive spot also anchors her ankle chain. Her buttocks are tattooed with the words 'Cane me' and 'Harder'.

I watch as she lowers her head to her bowl and begins to lap thirstily at the water. However, it seems she has barely begun to quench her thirst when Madam Tania interrupts her.

'Enough.' The dominatrix has swapped her whip for a cane and brings it down hard on Summer's exposed buttocks.

Summer lifts her head and I imagine her looking longingly at the water.

'Lick my boots.' Madam Tania kicks the bowl aside spilling some of the water.

Summer lowers her had again and I see her tongue run over the shiny leather of Madam Tania's boot.

I can't stop my cock twitching.

Tania leans over to the other boot.

'Now welcome our guests.'

Summer moves towards us on her elbows and knees, bringing her lips down to kiss the blonde's sandaled feet and then licking my shoes.

'Would you like her to suck your cock too ?'

I look at Madam Tania sharply. Her expression compels me to answer.

'Yes...no...!' I am horrified...fascinated.

'That is why you came here isn't it ? To satisfy your kinky desires.' Madam Tania raises her eyebrow suggestively.

'Yes.' I try to meet Madam Tania's gaze but I can't.

'Summer !' Madam Tania snaps her fingers.

Summer lifts her head drawing her heavy breasts with it. Kneeling at my feet she looks so utterly submissive. Her brown eyes are not eager but I see her need to please me, her need to obey her cruel mistress. I think she might once have been very attractive with those eyes and her chestnut hair; her face is round, her features defined; her face is the only part of her that is not tattooed but the skin of her cheeks is heavily scarred in a pattern that has clearly been etched onto it deliberately.

Can I really do this to her ?

But then it is all an act, a show.

My cock is straining for release.

'You'll be pleased to know she always swallows. I keep her pretty hungry.' Madam Tania looks at me. 'She's very eager to please but you'll have to get it out for her.'

I fumble with my zip. My cock feels huge and is drooling freely.

Summer looks up at me with what I think is an expression of satisfaction and then slides her mouth over me.

My cock is slick; I have been drooling since I entered the tent. Just as well it's a dark suit.

Summer slides her mouth up and down my shaft using her tongue to tease me. I can feel the rings in her lips and then the pressure of the ring gag against my balls. I know I'm going to cum pretty quickly and try to hold off the pleasure. I have never had a blow job before and never even thought about having one like this. I look down at the kneeling woman ay my feet, helpless in bondage, forced into intense submission.

This was definitely worth sixty quid. If I'd have had more I'd have paid more.

I've not had many girlfriends certainly none that I would have expected to do this. I did ask one about bondage once but she refused.

Occasionally, I've thought about trying bondage with a prostitute but have always been slightly repulsed by the thought and I'd probably be too frightened to approach one anyway.

I'm doing it now though and, in my mind, I'm doing it with a clear conscience.

Madam Tania has been trying to rip me off.

I'm just getting my money's worth.

I'm very close to climax and I don't even try to scrutinise the logic of my arguements.

I put my hands in Summer's long chestnut hair; it is drawn back into a plait, there is even a ring woven into the end of it that presumably can be used to restrain her.

I don't need to hold her, don't need to pull her onto my cock, she is doing is all willingly but even so, I pull hard as I cum, shooting my load deep into the back of her throat.

Summer gags, swallows.

I hold her hair, hold her mouth on my cock.

We are both breathing hard.

I look up, suddenly embarrassed, my fantasy world evaporating as the hormones and transmitters in my body disperse.

Madam Tania is watching me expectantly.

I am at once horrified and utterly satisfied by what I have just done.

I look urgently at the blonde to see her reaction.

She is, I think, looking at me with a similar mix of emotion. She is certainly not disgusted. In fact she is still flushed.

'Summer !' Madam Tania breaks the silence. 'Heel.'

Summer releases my cock and I have a flash of her brown eyes. There is no recrimination there.

Can she really do this of her own free will ?

The Tattooed Lady ?

She drops onto her elbows and crawls to Madam Tania and I watch, aware of our recent contact because of the slickness of my cock as I stuff it back into my boxers.

'Time for your punishment, Slut.'

Madam Tania brings the cane down hard on the sole of Summer's right foot.

Whack.

She repeats the action.

Whack.

On the third stroke, Summer gives a short gasp and Madam Tania moves to strike her left foot three times.

Summer rests on her elbows and knees, helpless to resist. With each stroke her nipple weights swing and her large breasts sway and, I can see her feet move slightly pulling against the ring in her clit.

With her feet drawn up it would be hard to cane Summer's buttocks but it is clear, despite the tattoos that she has been beaten there recently; there are whipmarks on her back too superimposed on the image of a woman hanging by her wrists as another whips her.

Madam Tania moves on to Summer's breasts. The huge globes bulge out from the side of her body beyond the rings that confine their bases. Madam Tania holds the cane vertically and delivers three sharp smacks to each breast.

Again Summer makes no movement, gives no response other than the occasional gasp.

'Get in your cage, Slut.'

Summer drops her head and presses her lips to Madam Tania's boot then begins her awkward crawl towards a small steel barred animal cage in the corner. I watch as she crawls in, turning to look for a moment at the water bowl and once again runs her tongue over her lips.

Madam Tania closes the cage door and locks it.

I wonder at the need for this, wonder how far a woman chained like this might get were she to try to escape but overkill is one of the pleasures of bondage.

Above the cage is a black and white photo of it in a previous and, probably, more conventional use. A lion tamer, a woman in a red coat and black knickers and boots drives a lion into it. The woman looks rather like Madam Tania and I wonder if she has turned her hand to the domination of two legged creatures.

'Come along.' Madam Tania turns to lead us through another tent flap. As she does so she kicks Summer's water bowl, pushing it with her foot against the bars of the cage. Most of the water spills but there is still a small cupful in the bottom. The helpless girl slides down onto her side pressing her face against the bars of her prison and pushing out her tongue but she cannot reach the water.

Almost without thinking I bend and lift the bowl tipping it's contents into Summer's dry mouth.

I feel it is the least I can do.

Some of the water runs out but most of it goes into her mouth and I see her swallow.

She looks up at me gratefully with her brown eyes that are almost bewitching.

It's amazing what sex and alcohol can do to a woman's appearance.

Then I turn away, stepping past Madam Tania into the next chamber.

'I will have to punish you for that.'

I know Madam Tania is talking to me.

I force myself to laugh but I know she is serious and I suddenly realise I am in way over my head.

We do not spend long in the next room. There are two girls 'on display' in obvious torment. They hang by their cuffed wrists from parallel ridge poles facing each other; their legs spread by steel bars locked to their ankles. They are both naked, both oriental with glossy black hair, dark, almond eyes and full lips. They do not hang straight, rather they are drawn towards each other, their gags linked; their bodies barely inches apart, like Summer they have rings in their nipples and clits; these are linked, single rings joining the girls together, pulling their little breasts taut; the ring between their clit clamps is hung with a weight.

And then I see the art of their bondage.

Their gags are not fastened in place; they hold the bits firmly in their teeth and this is what prevents them from swinging apart. The strain of their position is obvious. Their build defines them as athletes, lithe and lean but they are sweating profusely as they try to maintain their position, forced to stare into each other's eyes, knowing that any slip will cause them severe pain, increase their torment yet further, perhaps rip the rings from their intimate piercings.

'Kara and Kana.' Mistress Tania strokes Kara's or perhaps Kana's firm bottom. I would have a job telling them apart, they look so similar. 'They've been squabbling recently, something about one of our new trapeze artists and who got to lick her out first, so they will hang here every night until I've decided they are contrite enough.

Madam Tania slaps the girl hard on the bottom and she gives a cry around her gag, jerking so the clit weight swings and making her helpless fellow captive whimper.

Madam Tania turns to the blonde. 'Perhaps you'd like to play with them later.'

The blonde looks up at the straining girls and then at Madam Tania.

'I'd rather you played with me.' She speaks boldly, looking up at the dominatrix with her blue eyes.

I can already feel my cock stirring again.

Madam Tania smiles and leads us on.

There are no captives in the next room, just an open steel pillory and adjacent set of stocks. A number of bondage devices are laid out on a folding table.

'Your turn.' Madam Tania folds her arms over her impressive cleavage.

I turn to look at the blonde and she looks at me; I think I see a flicker of anxiety in her eyes.

I'm sure she can see the terror in my own expression. The thought of ending up in that pillory fills me with dread but I have been slowly drawn in, I want to do it, to experience the bondage I have seen others enjoying. I do not fear the pain, though perhaps I should; I fear the vulnerability, the possible humiliation.

My lack of trust.

I step forward displaying as much bravado as I can. Madam Tania said she would punish me and I must accept that; in fact, I want it, want to experience it I am almost crushed when the dominatrix shakes her head.

'Not you.' Madam Tania once again holds her whip which she lifts and points at the blonde. 'You !'

The blonde pushes past me far more confident, it would seem, than me now. I watch her approach the pillory lifting her hands to the side of her head perhaps wanting a foretaste of what she is about to experience. She is about to bend forwards when Madam Tania stops her by placing the whip across her chest.

Madam Tania looks the blonde up and down.

I see the girl frown in confusion, hurt, perhaps disappointed, and then realise what the dominatrix wants. After only a moment's hesitation she shimmies out of her dress, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it; not only is she braless, she isn't wearing knickers either. Her body is as lush as I imagined: neat, toned, firm breasts with big pink nipples, tight belly, firm smooth thighs. I've lusted after girls who look like this when I go the gym. It isn't as if the dress hid any of her assets, a little like the tight lycra on the gym-bunnies shows exactly what they have to offer, but it is wonderful confirmation; the well trimmed triangle of pubic hair confirms, too, that she is a natural blonde.

She bends forward, curious, placing her neck in the half steel ring of the pillory and positioning her hands in the wrist rings. The gesture is as beautifully submissive as Summer's utter prostration.

Madam Tania closes the pillory locking the girl in place then taps the girls calves with the whip making her shuffle forward on her platform sandals until her ankles are pressed against the ankle rings of the stocks. Madam Tania closes these too and the blonde is completely helpless.

'Spank her !' Madam Tania turns to me.

I stand for a moment, surprised. I really hadn't expected this. I'm not really sure I should.

'Or perhaps you'd rather go back and slap Summer's breasts while I fuck your pretty blonde sub.'

I'm about to say that I've only just met the blonde but, actually, I do want to spank her and I manage not to give my thoughts away and perhaps lose my chance.

I step behind the blonde; she is completely helpless; the steel cuffs of the stocks hold her ankles tightly forcing her to keep her legs straight. She is perfectly positioned for a spanking or any other abuse of her lovely firm tanned bottom.

I raise my hand and then bring it down hard.

Smack.

The sound is louder than expected and I am surprised how much the slap stings my palm. The blonde doesn't respond but I can see the red imprint of my hand on her buttocks.

'Harder.'

I look up at Mistress Tania.

I bring my hand down again.

'I said harder.' Mistress Tania regards me cooly. 'If you're worried she'll scream you can gag her.'

I look at the array of bondage gear on the table. The thought of gagging this helpless girl thrills me more than spanking her. I go to the table and pick up a large ball gag.

'She won't be able to suck you off with that in her mouth.'

I shrug. I have always wanted to gag someone.

The blonde opens her mouth wide and I can see the pleasure in her eyes as I crouch before her, holding the gag up to her cherry red lips.

Can a woman really be this submissive or is she one of Madam Tania's victims too, forced to endure this as some perverted humiliation.

She opens her mouth and I push the gag deep inside and buckle it in place.

My cock is stiffly erect again.

'Now, spank her properly.'

I have seen the look in the blonde's eyes. I know she wants it or, if she doesn't I have paid for the privilege.

I take a moment to get into position and prepare and prepare to bring my hand down.

'Shhbaanngg eee !' The gagged blonde screams through her gag struggling in her bonds; if her ankles weren't shackled I think she would be stamping her feet.

There can be no doubt now.

I slap her hard trying to ignore the pain in my hand.

The blonde gasps, a delicious sound muted by the gag. I slap her again.

And again.

And again, pounding her bottom until she is crying out, pleasure first, i'm sure, then pain, then she is begging me around the gag to stop but I carry on, hurting her, enjoying her suffering.

I know she is sobbing, pleading around her gag but I cannot stop myself, cannot resist the rush of power, the dominance.

I am shocked when Madam Tania grabs my wrist.

'Enough.'

I glare at her, trying for a moment to wrestle my hand free but she is stronger than I might have imagined.

'Enough !' Madam Tania is a formidable adversary.

I stop struggling.

'Now give her the fucking she deserves.'

I look down at the blonde's bottom which is glowing red.

Her sex is wet, glistening in the red light.

I don't need a second invitation, I open my flies and pull out my stiff cock. It slips easily inside the helpless girl.

Her pussy is tight, everything I might have dreamed it would be, warm and wet and, as I enter her, I feel her squeeze me.

I thrust hard and the blonde gives a moan of pure lust.

Madam Tania places her whip across my belly stopping me.

I glare at her but do not resist as she rips open my shirt pulling it down my arms along with my jacket, stripping me.

I might be a wimp but I'm a fit wimp. I work out.

I see Madam Tania smile as she appraises my body.

'.uuuugggghh .eeee !' The gagged blonde cannot see what is happening and struggles against her bonds in frustration pushing her sex onto my cock. Though she is gagged there is little doubt that she wants to be fucked as much as I now want to fuck her; possibly more considering my recent bout of oral sex.

Madam Tania produces a pair of handcuffs and steps behind me, pulling my wrists together. I offer no resistance as she locks them together.

I cannot even think of the consequences now.

She reaches round and undoes my belt and trousers, I can feel her firm breasts against my back, smell her scent and her make-up, stale wine on her breath.

'Let's see what you're really made of.'

She pulls my trousers down.

'Go on !' Her voice is goading.

I thrust in hard and feel the blonde lift herself to meet me squeezing my cock with her internal muscles. What she is doing to me is beautiful, stimulating, but by squeezing me, she is prolonging my orgasm, besides I have just cum, it will probably take me a while to do it again. I am not thinking clearly enough to figure out that, if the blonde is genuinely this horny, she will cum before me. I just continue to thrust into her banging my balls into her clit and hearing her moan with pleasure.

If it is an act, it's a bloody good one.

I try to take it all in, the helpless blonde, the cuffs on my wrists...

A movement beside me makes me look up to see Madam Tania watching with amusement.

'Dominant, eh ?' She reaches out and pinches my left nipple.

I look at her and then look back at the blonde as I continue to fuck her, sliding in and out of her pussy.

Madam Tania twists her fingers on my nipple and I cry out but I am filled with lust now and nothing short of physical force can stop me climaxing. Despite the cuffs and the way Madam Tania is twisting my nipple I do somehow feel dominant, or perhaps confident, I stare at the dominatrix, her dark eyes, darker than Summer's, her dyed blonde hair drawn back into a ponytail, her rouged cheeks and blood red lips; I look down making no secret of the fact I am looking at her body, enjoying her tanned cleavage, her large breasts; I am so focussed on her that I've almost forgotten the blonde impaled on my cock is real until I hear her scream into her gag, climaxing, shaking in her bondage.

'.eeeesss, .eessssss. ..uuuugggg meeeee !'

Then I cum inside her, shooting my load into her spasming pussy, banging as hard as I can, ripping every ounce of pleasure from my thrusting cock.

Madam Tania releases my nipple.

I am breathing hard.

'Good boy.' Madam Tania takes hold of my jaw and turns my face towards her looking at me sternly with her dark eyes.

'Want to do it again ?' I get a face full of stale wine on her breath.

I am no longer afraid, even in my post coital state. Even though I can feel my cock softening inside the blonde. 'Yes !'

She slaps my face.

'Yes, Mistress !' Her voice, her expression, give no room for arguement.

I look down. 'Yes, Mistress.'

Then you'd better drink this. She pulls a phial out of her knickers and holds it to my lips.

I've never done drugs.

I might drink and smoke but I've always said no to anything else.

I drink the amber coloured liquid which burns my throat as it goes down and warms my stomach.

I moment later my cock is stiffening again, swelling inside the blonde.

Madam Tania has an amused look on her face.

'Fuck her again.' The dominatrix is stern. 'Unless you want to do the other hole.'

I hesitate for a moment, shocked, excited, unsure. Madam Tania brings the whip down on my right buttock.

'Fuck !' I turn on her pulling at the cuffs on my wrists but the look she gives me allows no arguement.

'I said 'Fuck her' !'

'Yes, Mistress.' I don't need to be told a second time.

I begin to thrust again and the blonde responds with pleasure.

While I thrust into the blonde for the second time, Madam Tania goes over to the table and picks up a shiny steel collar which she places round my neck.

I couldn't stop her if I wanted to.

And I don't want to.

It locks with a click.

The blonde begins to whimper again, clearly approaching orgasm.

I'm pretty close too.

Madam Tania holds a gag in front of my mouth, a steel ring wrapped in leather that slides behind my teeth and I simply accept it continuing to thrust as she buckles the strap behind my head.

I cum before the blonde this time but I keep thrusting into her until she climaxes too.

Then I keep going. The elixir Madam Tania gave me seems to be keeping me hard and horny.

'Enough.' Madam Tania holds her whip against my belly.

I stop, breathing hard through my gag.

'Good boy.' Madam Tania attaches a leash to my collar and pulls me back.

My cock as it leaves the blonde's pussy is still standing rigidly to attention.

I stand cuffed and gagged and erect, watching a Madam Tania frees the blonde.

My trousers and pants are still around my ankles. There is still a tiny degree of anxiety but, frankly, I don't care what happens to me now. I've just fucked a gorgeous blonde in bondage at the command of a dominatrix.

I struggle out of my shoes and trousers.

The blonde stands stiffly, smiling at me around her gag, her blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction. I get a flush of pleasure too when it is clear she likes what she sees, then she sees my stiff cock and her smile broadens. I watch as she lifts her hands to remove the gag.

Madam Tania knocks the girls hands down and the blonde stands obediently, still flushed and panting hard. Her bottom is still red and I can see the mix of our juices running down her thighs.

Madam Tania picks up a single sleeve and slides it on to the blonde's arms. The girl makes no attempt to resist and I watch as she is strapped into it. When it is secure, the blonde's arms restrained tightly behind her and the straps are tight over her shoulders and chest, Madam Tania forces the girl to her knees.

Her face is close to my cock.

'Bet you're wishing you'd used the ring gag on her now.' Madam Tania steps back over to the table and picks up a second collar.

The kneeling blonde watches her and then looks up at me and grins around her gag before she nuzzles my cock, rubbing her cheek against it, smearing the juices of her own body and mine over her face.

'Touching !' Madam Tania's voice is heavy with sarcasm.

The dominatrix locks the second collar round the girl's neck and then attaches a leather lead like the one hanging from my collar. She gives a jerk on the lead and the blonde stands slightly unsteadily without the use of her arms. She is still wearing her heeled sandals but it otherwise naked...and I'm stuck in my fucking socks looking like a dork.

Madam Tania looks at us and rolls her eyes then she drives her fist into my belly.

I double over gasping and she shoves me to the floor.

'What am I, you're fucking mother ?' She grabs my feet and pulls of my socks. 'Get up you fucking wimp !'

Still gasping, I struggle to me knees and then to my feet standing beside the blonde who, I think moves a fraction closer.

'Come on, we have work to do.' Madam Tania jerks on our leashes and drags us towards a door in the tent and I suddenly realise we are about to be taken outside.

I think the blonde realises too and we both pull back.

Madam Tania turns angrily.

'You will do what I fucking well say or you'll regret it.' She lifts her whip. 'Want me to use this ?'

We are both gagged and restrained, there is little we can do to resist and, if I'm honest, I am in way too deep. I shake my head and when Madam Tania pulls on my leash again, I follow.

We are out in the open air again, a gap between the tent that is the House of Pain and the big top. There seems to be nobody around but then, as I get used to the darkness, I see a figure, a girl, kneeling; with her arms behind her back; like me and the blonde she is gagged, she is blindfolded too and collared; her arms are behind her back and I can see that she is chained to one of the tent pegs by her pierced nipples. She is shivering violently.

It is only as we pass that I notice she is a dwarf; kneeling down it is really not that obvious. Her wrists are cuffed behind her back and her ankles are shackled. Madam Tania ignores her and leads us towards the front of the tent. We are about to emerge into the open when a second dwarf appears, a man this time.

'Thirty minutes, Harpreet.' Madam Tania tells him.

'Yes, Madam Tania. The set is ready.' The dwarf gives a curt nod and steps passed, apparently unconcerned that Madam Tania has a naked couple on leashes behind her.

We emerge into the open. It is late but there are still a few people around, all adults now; the children have long departed. A few of those still present appear drunk, staggering but many are not and I can't help thinking I've walked into some sort of Goth convention: men in long black coats, girls in short taffeta skirts and stockings; a few of the men are wearing stockings too, and rubber. Among this crowd we are, perhaps, not entirely out of place and those we pass don't appear shocked as Madam Tania leads us among them. A few nod as she passes but she doesn't respond as she leads us towards the main entrance to her tent and the booth where the girl I thought was a mannequin is still suffering in silence, but aside from pointing and nudging each other and making lewd comments, they do nothing.

Then suddenly, a couple stop, the girl, a redhead in a blue rubber minidress pointing.

'Carol ?'

The blonde beside me stops still and I see her skin begin to darken and I know it is reddening even in the half-light, turning crimson, I can almost feel the heat her body is suddenly radiating.

The redhead steps forward to study the blonde beside me.

I smell alcohol and weed.

'No, you stupid bitch.' The redhead's boyfriend is dark haired and wearing a fashionable blue suit and a checked cap. He reaches out and pulls her back. 'That ain't Carol. Can you really imagine the stuck up bitch doin' that ?'

'Oh yeah !' The redhead giggles and puts an arm round her boyfriend's shoulders. 'I'm such a brainless slut sometimes Archie.'

'Nice bod though.' Archie is looking at the blonde, drinking her in, perhaps he shares my bondage fantasies.

'Hey !' The redhead takes hold of his chin and turns his head, kissing him.

I feel a rush of emotions, somehow bizarrely jealous that she has kissed him; I might have just had the fuck of my life but their interaction as a couple, their relationship...

Archie pushes her away but there is clearly a fondness there, I see his expression soften.

Then he sees me staring at him.

'Alright mate ?' He looks at me, raising his pierced eyebrow as he takes in my cock.

Madam Tania steps forward slightly; she is a foot taller than him at least and he turns his attention away.

'Come on, babe.'

The couple move away and I hear the redhead say, 'But it did look like 'er didn' it ?'

'Yeah, babe, whatever you say.'

Then they are gone and we are standing beside the glass booth with it's erotic prisoner.

'Kneel !' Madam Tania's command allows no argument.

I obey, dropping to my knees in the wet grass. I can understand why the dwarf was shivering. The air has become colder or, perhaps it is because I have been inside and am still sweaty; my chest and chin are wet where I have been drooling through my gag.

The redhead has been doing the same.

I watch as Madam Tania takes a key out of her boot and unlocks the back of the glass booth. As she opens it, warm air and the smell of the captive girl's body roll over me; sweat and rubber, spice; and then are gone. Madam Tania reaches round and removes the nipple clamps from the brunette's breasts and I hear her scream into her muzzle as she dances a tiny restrained jig of pain. Then Madam Tania releases the girl's waist and then her knees and ankles, finally she removes the head harness and pulls her from booth.

The brunette can barely stand and Madam Tania has to support her, allowing her to fall to her knees when she is out.

'You, in !' Madam Tania turns to the blonde and gestures with her whip.

The blonde's lovely blue eyes dart nervously from Madam Tania to me to the glass prison; she is clearly frightened but then I see her resolve, perhaps her need; I wonder if I would go in if commanded; she looks at me and forces a smile around her gag then steps in to the booth.

I kneel watching as the blonde is secured in place, the bridle over her head, the muzzle covering the ball gag is strapped into her mouth; I like to see women in bridles, eyes wide as they peer out from their bondage. Madam Tania, Mistress, I am not sure which term to use pushes the blonde forward and clips to toothed clamps to the girl's pink, erect, nipples; I hear the blonde whimper, try to pull back, whimper again and hold still as the metal teeth bite into her flesh.

The collar, waist strap and then the knee and ankle straps follow and then Madam Tania closes the back of the booth, locking it shut.

'Blondes always bring a big crowd.' She smiles at me and takes up my leash, jerking it and I climb to my feet.

'Sugi.' Madam Tania addresses the girl in the rubber suit and I watch as she climbs to her feet; she seems more steady now despite the fact that her arms are still sheathed behind her back and she is wearing toe boots.

I notice she is still gagged, I can see a huge red ball between her teeth, her jaw ridiculously stretched so that even with the muzzle removed she cannot force it out of her mouth. She still wears the chastity belt too.

Madam Tania pauses for a moment opening what appears to be a control box on the side of the booth. There is a series of buttons and I wonder if she has some devious means of punishing the blonde now helpless within but when she presses one of the buttons a sign on top of the booth lights up, an arrow flashing and the words 'Night Circus: 30 mins'.

Madam Tania leads me back inside the House of Pain and we pass the male dwarf again, he has the female dwarf behind him on a leash, she is still cuffed and shacked but no longer blindfolded. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. It is probably the effect of the drug and my erect cock but, in her bondage and leashed she looks surprisingly attractive. The male dwarf who Madam Tania called Harpreet is carrying a sign in the shape of an arrow saying 'Show this way.' As he leaves the tent, Madam Tania closes the flap and pauses to lace it shut then she leads us from the entrance room, past the still helpless Willow and into room containing Summer's cage.

'On your knees over there.' She points to Summer's cage and I obey, kneeling beside this helpless woman with her lovely brown eyes.

'Twenty five minutes, Sugi.' The rubber clad woman nods and Madam Tania undoes the shoulder straps of her single sleeve. 'You know what to do with the gimp.'

Sugi nods again and I know Madam Tania is talking about me.

Then the dominatrix is gone.

I'm not sure what Sugi can do about me, she is just as helpless. Perhaps she will ask me to help her. Even with my wrists cuffed I can probably get her out. I look up, studying her; she is slim and lithe and, when she looks back at me, I think her grey eyes have an exotic look and the skin around them is dark, her nipples are dark too. She shrugs her shoulder, still watching me and then rolls them then rocks slightly from side to side, bending forwards then back and I reaslise she is, somehow, shimmying out of the single sleeve.

It takes her no more than two minutes and, even though she is escaping from bondage, it is deeply erotic to watch, her body writhing sinuously, balanced on the toe boots; finally the heavy leather sleeve drops to the floor and I see her lips curl into a smile around the huge ball filling her mouth. I expect her to remove it but she bends forward pressing her body against her legs, arms still behind her as if they were still bound. Then she stretches them down to the floor so that, bent forward, balanced on the toe boots with her hands still behind her back she is touching the floor of the tent with her fingers.

The rubber of the suit extends to her finger tips.

Then she straightens up and brings her arms round to her front and lifts her hands to her mouth, starting to ease the ball from between her teeth. This takes nearly a minute until finally the ball is in her hands, red against the black rubber of her suit and glistening with her saliva.

It must be about three and half inches across.

I can see her lips and mouth more clearly now and her white teeth.

I think she is probably Asian, Indian perhaps.

She moves her jaw in a way that seems completely unnatural and then smiles again.

'God that feels good.' She bends to pick up the single sleeve and puts it on the table with the ball. 'I'm Sugi.' She smiles again and then bends to inspect her nipples touching them gently.

'Bitch !' Sugi glances in the direction of the tent flap through which Madam Tania left, towards the room with the two acrobats hanging together with their nipples and clits stretched.

'Still, at least I get this off tonight.' She reaches down and pulls at the chastity belt. A wicked smile crosses her face. 'Perhaps if you're lucky I'll let you fuck me. It's been a fortnight and I'm pretty horny.' She walks towards me. 'Hmmm ! Nice bod.' She runs a rubber coated fingertip down my chest. 'Looks like you've had a good dose of the amber too. I guess they'll be plenty to go round.' She bends and strokes my cock.

'Did Summer do a good job on you.' Sugi peers into the woman's cage and Summer's eyes widen with fear and she presses herself back against the bars.

I nod and then, fearing Sugi will do something to Summer try to speak around my gag. 'Mmmmmmmm.'

'Good girl.' She looks at Summer. 'Perhaps Mistress will feed you tonight.'

Then she looks at me. 'Come on, we need to get you ready for the show.'

I want to protest, tell her that I am just a visitor but I am gagged and when she takes my leash and pulls me to my feet I stand, my stiff cock swinging. I glance down at Summer but she cannot help me.

Sugi leads me over to a tall cabinet walking confidently in her toe boots, her neat bottom tight, black and smooth in contract to the shiny silver chastity belt. She opens the door to reveal a harness hanging in there and a hood. Sugi lifts out the harness and shakes it out over my shoulders pulling it down, the heavy leather straps come to rest on my shoulders. I've dreamed of being harnessed like this; I once assumed I would be dominant in an S&M relationship and I love to see girls in bondage but I like to be bound too and sometimes look at fem-dom sites. My fantasies are a strange mix of dominance and submission.

Madam Tania has just referred to me as 'the Gimp' !

Sugi begins to adjust the harness, tightening the straps around my chest and waist. The harness has thigh cuffs too and, when she has fastened these she gives my cock another squeeze.

'Ready ?' She looks at me with the hint of a smile.

Ready for what ?

She picks up a large ribbed plug.

'Nnnnngggggg !' I shake my head, backing away.

'I bet you wouldn't mind me sticking it in that little blonde cunt's tight arse !' Sugi holds firmly onto my leash. She has a determined look in her eyes. 'I presume you've stuck this into her without worrying about it.'

She squeezes my cock.

'Nnnnnggggg.' I shake my head again.

'Bad boy !' Sugi grabs my balls and squeezes them.

I howl in pain.

'On your knees now, Slut !' Sugi jerks her hand down and I follow utterly obedient in her grasp.

She pushes me to my knees and stands on my leash.

I look up at her, towering above me on her immense heels in her tight rubber suit.

'Eyes down, Wimp.'

She seemed so gentle a moment ago; how could I ever have thought she might be submissive.

She steps forward with her other foot placing it in front of my face.

'Kiss it wimp !'

The boot is shiny and the heel immense.

I see her tap the side of the boot with a whip.

'Want me to use this ?'

I smile. I've always wanted to be whipped.

Smack !

Fuck ! I can't believe how much it hurts. She has just hit me on the arse. All my fantasies evaporate in a second, dreams of being punished by a stern mistress, all those fantasies I've read about women enjoying the whip, being brought to orgasm through pain.

They can't be real.

Smack.

Fucking hell !

I press my gagged mouth to her boot frantically.

She strikes me again.

'Aaaaaaggghhhhh. Sdop id !'

Again.

'Bleashh !' I spray saliva over her boot.

She strikes me again.

'Fucking men. All fucking wimps.' I feel her take hold of a strap at the back of my harness. 'Now keep still.'

The tip of the plug touches my ring.

I hope this isn't another fantasy that's about to die on its arse.

She pushes the tip of the plug inside me.

Actually, it's not that bad.

She pushes it in another notch and the another.

I feel my cock twitch.

'I can't believe you men enjoy this sort of stuff.' She pushes the plug home and tugs at the base, presumably fixing it in place.

'Kneel up.'

I obey her.

'Now, be a good boy or Mamma use the quirt !' She holds up the whip. 'Get it ?'

I nod.

I can't believe how much of a wimp I am. I don't dare look up, couldn't meet her gaze but I can enjoy her body, her long legs and those toe boots. I feel a desire to kiss them again. I lift my head just far enough to see her crotch. There is a gap between the top of her thighs and again I wonder about the steel chastity belt locked onto her body.

Is she plugged like me ? Does she have a vaginal plug too ?

I've enjoyed images of women in chastity but the proximity of this is thrilling, the shiny steel against the curve of her body, the sheer blackness of her suit. I can smell the rubber of her clothing, the scent of her body.

The mask comes next, the smell of leather overwhelming rubber. I can't help thinking it is a little like hers and I look up as she pulls it over my face aligning the eyehole with my eyes and the mouth with my gag.

I think she smiles as she steps behind me.

'You're drooling.' She pulls the gimp mask down over my chin and tightens the straps to hold it in place.

'Mmmmmmm.' I can't help nodding, lost in the moment; helpless, gagged, hooded, plugged.

Is this what subspace is like ?

I know I've always wanted to be treated like this, fantasised about it, tied myself.

I want her to take hold of my erect cock and jerk me off.

If she whipped me now, I might even enjoy it.

'Men's nipples are so pathetic.' She speaks almost conversationally and she shows me a pair of nipples clamps. The thought of her putting them on my nipples excites me. I've clamped myself hundreds of times in self bondage situations using clothes pegs and sometimes electrical clips. I also know how much they can hurt if you get the position wrong or if they move or you lie on them, especially when you're tied and can't get to them easily; I know now that, in this scenario, there will be no way for me to remove them if she puts them in a way that will really hurt.

I won't be a wimp this time.

I can still remember the first picture I saw of a woman in nipple clamps. It was in a bondage magazine I'd found in a second hand book shop; the woman was blonde, quite old, confined in some sort of pillory, standing upright, she had a sort of leather pad strapped in her mouth and there was drool on her chin; the look in her eyes excited me and then, when I noticed the clover clamps on her nipples, I nearly came.

Sugi runs the clamps over my nipples and then fortunately takes a good bite of flesh.

The pain is exquisite, enough to excite me but not unbearable; my cock twitches, I think I could make myself cum.

Then she clips a weight on to the chain between the clamps.

I'm in heaven.

'Bleash...' My cock is drooling incessantly and I really need to cum.

Suri bends down over me and grips my cock, squeezing it gently then pulling back to my balls. One more pump and I will spurt my load again.

If I die now I will be happy.

'Sugi !' Madam Tania comes appears in the doorway. 'Go and release Willow.'

Sugi gives me cock another squeeze and then releases it.

I groan, thrusting my hips forward in the hope that it will make me cum.

It doesn't.

Sugi leaves me frustrated and I watch her lithe rubber clad body as she lifts the tent flap and disappears.

I squirm again trying to make myself cum. I could crawl forward and rub my cock on the cabinet.

Then I hear a noise behind me.

Summer !

I turn. The woman is kneeling up as much as she is able in her cage watching me.

She moans into her gag again, her eyes going to the water jug.

'Leeeshh !' He voice is barely a whisper.

My wrists are cuffed but my I can still move.

I stand, my cock swinging and the weights pulling on my nipples and walk over to the table where Madam Tania left the jug. I pick it up and walk to Summer's cage. She is kneeling with her tongue pressed against the bars, thrust out trough her ring gag. I lift the jug and pour the remains of the water awkwardly into her mouth. It is not easy and most of the water spills.

Summer swallows desperately.

'Haaannnggguuuu.'

I wish there was more I could do for her.

'Leeeshh.' She pushes her lips against the bars, tongue out.

Surely she can't...

'Nnnnggggg.' I shake my head. Even in my current state I can't use her mouth like this. I drop down to my knees looking at her lovely brown eyes and then her helpless tormented body.

Might I end up like this ?

I really don't care. In fact I want it. I press my face against the bars and look into Summer's lovely brown eyes. Our lips touch. I can feel the underlying dryness of hers despite the water and the steel rings piercing them. She smells of hunger. She pushes her tongue into my mouth and I can't resist the bizarre French kiss this offers.

'Touching.' I look up to see Sugi. 'The Gimp and the Tattooed Lady.'

Then the contortionist spots the jug.

'I hope you haven't given her too much of that.' She takes the jug from my hands and uses my leash to drag me to my feet. I hear the jug clatter on the boards as she throws it to the floor.

From where I kneel beside the curtain I can see most of the ring and the audience. The PA system is playing the sort of music my dad would have liked if he'd been here: Queen's 'We Will Rock You' and Nirvana. He played a lot of it while I was growing up in the nineties. House and garage were taking off so my generation were starved of anything decent.

Sugi has unclipped my leash from my collar and reattached it to my nipple clamps. I am thus fastened to one of the huge poles supporting the big top by my nipples.

I've fantasised about being kept like this, wanked on my knees tied to the radiator in my scummy bathroom by my nipples, imagining I have been bound by my mistress and left there as a punishment by my mistress.

I am alone, naked aside from the harness, gagged, hooded, collared, my wrists cuffed behind me.

I want to play with myself but I can't.

Mistress called me the Gimp.

'Let Me Entertain You' blares and I watch as Madam Tania drives into the ring in her chariot. She has donned a ringmaster's coat, red with long tails hanging open at the front, but still wears her bustier, knickers and boots. Her chariot is pulled by Kara and Kana both harnessed now a little like me, wrists cuffed behind their backs, two beautiful oriental ponies toiling under Madam Tania's whip which she cracks theatrically above their heads and, when one of the girl's misses a beat, across the pony's buttocks. The ponies are plumed and bridled, trotting, knees coming up in perfect unison as they perform for their mistress and the crowd who cheer wildly.

I have watched ponies on the internet, many look good but most disappoint in action.

Kara and Kana are different.

Madam Tania circles the ring three times guiding them by reins clipped to the girl's nipple rings before drawing them to a halt when they stop obediently, their neat little breasts rising and falling as they pant around their bits.

I notice these ponies don't have tails but they do have lovely tight bottoms.

'Ladies and gentlemen, old friends and new...' Madam Tania lifts her arms. 'Welcome to the show.' As she speaks, she dismounts the chariot and walks around it addressing her whole audience, drawing them in. She has huge presence, a woman who commands attention.

'For those who've not been to one of our night circuses before, I should warn you that it is a little more...daring...than our daytime performances.'

There are whoops and whistles and Madam Tania enjoys them briefly before holding up her hands for quiet.

'For those new to our night circus, you'll find it little more...risque.' She smiles, pausing to stroke the flank of one of her ponies.

'We aim please...and to tease.' She toys with the pony's nipple.

The crowd erupt again and Madam Tania waits for quiet before continuing.

'We aim to entertain and to stimulate.' She emphasises the last word and traces her whip across the pony's sex.

'But above all...we want you to enjoy yourselves.'

The crowd cheer and this time she lets them.

A figure passes me and I see it is Willow, her flame red hair hanging down her back in tight ringlets, her bottom still glowing. She is naked aside from shiny red thigh boots with huge spied heels. I think I see the glint of a steel collar wound her neck.

The crowd spot her, cheering and whistling and she lifts her hands to wave, strutting and flaunting her lovely lithe body as she walks toward Madam Tania and her sexy human ponies. Willow takes the reins from the ring mistress and leads the two ponies in a large circle back towards me.

The crowd fall quiet.

'Don't worry, you'll see plenty more or Kara and Kana later.' She grins. 'I mean a lot more...'

The crowd cheer again.

'And Willow.' She winks at the redhead as she leads the ponies and the chariot out of the ring towards me still strutting and swinging her hips, her small breasts thrust out.

As Willow walks past me she winks. 'Break a leg...'

She smiles at my response.

Out in the ring Madam Tania is addressing the crowd again and the spotlights swing up towards the roof of the tent to reveal a blonde who, from where I am kneeling appears naked apart from a steel collar like the one Madam Tania locked on me and the blonde, like the one Willow is wearing. The music starts again, something by Pink and I watch as the blonde leaps from a high platform, catches a trapeze and lands gracefully on second platform. I wonder whether this is the girl Kara and Kana were being punished over. From what I can see she has a fabulous body, slim and firm. I'd fight to 'lick her out' though and I'm beginning to think this could actually happen. She swings again, spinning in the air, legs spread wide; I'm sure she is naked ! Then she reaches a platform from which she drops a long red ribbon which she winds around her body before rolling into the air and spinning, supported by the ribbon which she has wrapped around herself.

The music changes. 'Hotel California.'

Along with the circus crowd I watch her explore the limits of the ribbon, spinning and twisting and she gradually descends then holds herself then drops again. The positions she holds remind me of bondage and, as she nears the ground, I see she is indeed naked save the collar and steel cuffs around her wrists and ankles. I find myself imagining her kept caged, a prisoner of the circus, forced to perform for Madam Tania.

She reaches the ground and salutes the crowd then runs lightly from the ring past me and back into the tent behind me.

As the cheers die away I suddenly find the blonde dwarf standing in over me. She no longer naked or chained though she is collared; she is dressed in a sliver bikini that glitters in the lights; she carries another leash.

'Ready, Gimp ?' She squats beside me and grabs my cock, still erect from the effects of the drug, squeezing it gently and then milking it. Her touch is light and very stimulating, and my shaft responds obediently, swelling and starting to drool again. Then she cups my balls and squeezing gently slips the leash around them before tightening it.

'What ?' She looks at me. She has blue eyes. 'Never been wanked off by a dwarf before ?'

I look her still unsure what is expected of me.

'They'll be plenty of time later.' She squeezes my balls again. 'On your feet, Gimp.'

I can hardly disobey.

I'm even thinking I might enjoy what she says she will do to me later.

Back in the ring Madam Tania is back in the spotlight addressing the crowd. '...which means it's time to introduce...' She pauses for effect. '...a man, if you can call him that, who needs no introduction...our resident clown...Ladies and gentlemen...give it up for...the Gimp !'

The crowd begin to chant. 'Gimp, Gimp, Gimp...'

The circus clown music plays and suddenly I am walking forward into the ring lead by the blonde dwarf who is holding the leash clipped to my nipple clamps.

I realise I am actually watching her bottom as she walks with the waddling gait typical of her kind.

I'm shocked to find myself wondering what it would be like to fuck her.

The crowd are laughing, cat-calling and I look up, stopping as the lights dazzle me.

The tug on my nipple leash makes me start walking again.

And then I feel a pull on my balls, the leash the blonde dwarf has just attached there has been pulled back between my legs and I look round to find another dwarf behind me. This one is a brunette; she is wearing a gold bikini.

She winks at me and jerks the leash again.

If she does that much more I know I'm going to cum.

The blonde dwarf leads me to Madam Tania and then past her, out of the ring towards the audience. Crossing out of the ring makes me want to stop but the pull on my nipples means I have to follow.

'Gimp, Gimp, Gimp...' The crowd are chanting as I am lead towards them, a sea of faces confronting me.

Many are in costume, vamps and goths, the rubber and leather I'd noticed before, but also lingerie, a strange melange of Victoria's Secret, Rocky Horror and St Trinian's.

'A magnificent specimen, I'm sure you'll agree.' Madam Tania says as I am paraded before the crowd. 'See how tall he is...'

The crowd howl.

'Don't be bashful ladies and gentlemen.' Madam continues. 'I know you girls want to touch him. Your partners won't mind. Most of them would like to be him...and if you don't believe me, give their cocks a squeeze. You'll find they are as stiff as his.'

The Nun's 'White Slave' comes over the speakers and I am lead around the ring. I am close enough for those sitting in the front row to touch me and my escort stop in front of a pretty redhead.

'Go ahead, Madam.' You know you want to.' Madam Tania is now standing beside me.

The redhead looks at me, she is dressed like a schoolgirl, at least a fantasy schoolgirl with a white blouse and tie down between her breasts; I can see her black lacy bra; her fishnet stockings have holes in and her held up by suspenders that are easily visible because of her ridiculously short skirt; her hair is in bunches and she even has a battered straw boater on her head.

The school girl fantasy look has never really done it for me but she is pretty and I do like stockings.

Her partner is dressed as a teacher, he even has a cane.

The redhead reaches out and cups my balls, squeezing them like the dwarf holding my leash has just done.

My cock swells and I nearly cum.

'Careful, Madam.' Madam Tania chides. 'He's not fully house trained.'

The girl pulls a disgusted face and lets go of my balls.

I am lead on.

Emboldened by the redhead, the crowd show no restraint now, hands touching me, playing with my cock, slapping my bottom.

At the end of the line I am lead back to the ring and pushed to my knees in front of Madam Tania who takes my nipple leash winding it round her gloved fist.

'Thank you, Sandy.'

My other leash is pulled taut and I can feel my cock straining.

I am kneeling before my fantasy mistress, a big busted dominatrix dressed in leather. I am dressed as a gimp, harnessed and hooded, gagged, leashed, cuffed, my arse plugged.

I look at her shiny boots and find myself wanting to lick them, to throw myself down and worship her.

Pleasure surges through me and I remember my first bondage orgasm; I'd tied myself to a wooden post and for some reason had put a belt around my hips below my cock and over my balls. I don't think I'd really understood that my love of bondage was a sexual thing before then. The pool of white on the carpet came as a surprise.

I'd got through a lot of tissues since then.

My cock twitches and I cum all over Madam Tania's boots.

I look, shocked, at he semen dribbling down the shiny black leather.

The crowd go quiet, apparently as shocked as me at what has happened.

Mistress Tania jerks my nipple leash.

'You'd better clean that up !'

I don't even hesitate, I lean forward and begin to lick my cum off her boots.

I should be disgusted but I am in heaven.

Around me music erupts from the speakers again, something classical that I think is probably Tchiakovski and as I continue to lick Madam Tania's boots I see Kara and Kana run on leaping into the air and summersaulting. They are naked except for bells clipped to their nipples and clits and collars round their necks. I watch them from the corner of my eye leaping and tumbling, cartwheeling, uninhibited by their nakedness. I want to continue licking Madam Tania's boots but the show is distracting particularly when they spread their legs. I'm not usually attracted to blatant flashes of pussy though, occasionally, a pretty girl with neat lower lips will make me look twice, I'm not much bothered by shaved sexes either, I much prefer breasts. Kara and Kana, however, have shaved pussies and pert lips that part when one holds the other aloft and she spreads her legs, turning to flash pert pussy and a hint of red flesh beneath.

They really are indeed superb athletes.

The crowd cheer and clap as the pair end their performance and I am thrilled to see them kiss and then run from the ring hand in hand.

'And now, ladies and gentleman.' Madam Tania announces when the crowd have stilled. 'It is time to punish our naughty gimp.'

'Punish the gimp.' Someone shouts and the crowd take up the cry. 'Punish the gimp.'

Willow appears wheeling a device that looks like a vaulting horse. If she had brought it on for Kara and Kana, I wouldn't have been surprised. The redhead is still wearing nothing more than shiny red thigh boots and her collar. I watch her bend to lock the wheels, see her tight bottom and a flash of soft pink pussy. The crowd see it too and cheer lewdly.

I am pulled to my feet and bent over the horse; my hands are briefly freed but my wrist cuffs then locked in place on the sides of the horse.

Madam Tania walks over the schoolgirl and the teacher.

'May I ?'

The teacher gives her the cane and I watch Madam Tania flex it then swish it through the air.

'I assume it works.' She looks at the 'schoolgirl' who nods then stands and, turning round, pulls and lifts up her skirt; she isn't wearing knickers and the welts on her bottom attest to the efficacy of the cane.

Madam Tania adds a stripe much to the amusement of the crowd and then turns back to the ring holding the cane aloft.

The caning doesn't hurt as much as the whipping and I am ready for it this time. I grunt into my gag biting on the leather covered ring as I try not to appear a total wimp.

'Good boy.' Madam Tania has given me six of the best and she returns the cane to its owner.

More classical music comes on again, Carmina Burana this time and Kara and Kana reappear.

It seems the horse is part of their act after all. One of them vaults across my back and the other follows then they come back, slapping my buttocks as they pass. I am spanked several times and then, suddenly Kara (or maybe Kana) is there in front of my face in a handstand. She drops down so her face is level with mine; if I wanted to, I could kiss her but I don't and she frowns; then she drops lower, turning slightly so that one of her nipple bells is right in front of me. I only hesitate for a moment this time then I flick it with my tongue and she offers me the other. I flick that too and she lifts herself again, kissing me around my gag and then springing off. Kana (or Kara) takes her place but lower and I am suddenly confronted by her shaved pussy and the bell attached to her clit ring.

Her legs are spread wide, almost a full box split.

I flick the bell and when she stays put, I shove my tongue into her pussy.

She lets me lick her for a few moments then pulls away.

She pirouettes and, a moment later, I am presented with her anus.

I can't do it.

I really can't.

'Gimp, Gimp, Gimp...' The crowd are cheering me on.

Reluctantly, I lick around the ring but the crowd are not satisfied.

'Gimp, gimp, gimp...' The crowd begin a slow handclap.

I can't.

Kara, or perhaps someone else, starts to encourage me spanking me in time to the crowd's rhythm.

I can't.

I shove my tongue against her ring and work it inside trying not to gag at the thought of what I am doing.

'Gimp, gimp, gimp...'

It is disgusting but my cock disagrees and is threatening to erupt again.

Kana summersaults away and I find Madam Tania standing beside me.

'I think our gimp is having way too much fun...'

The crowd laugh and Madam Tania claps her hands. The two female dwarves reappear along with Harpreet, the male dwarf. Harpreet and the brunette free the wheels of the horse and pick up ropes attached to it then begin to drag me towards the side of the stage.

Suddenly I feel a thump on my back that drives the breath from my body; I turn my head, gasping, and see Sandy, the blonde dwarf sitting astride me. She is holding Madam Tania's driving whip and cracks it over the head of her comrades, urging them on. It can't be heavy even with me and Sandy on top but they move slowly. Sandy encourages them again and then tosses her whip back to Madam Tania. A moment later she is holding a short crop and she starts to beat me on the buttocks as if she is driving me along, riding me.

The crowd laugh.

'Faster, Gimp !' She continues to beat me.

I've cum again by the time I am off the stage and my cock is aching but it shows no sign of flagging.

Sandy jumps down.

'They'll be plenty of work for your tongue later, Gimp boy !' She pushes her hand into her bikini bottoms and plays with her sex then puts her fingers in my mouth.

I lick them.

Behind me Sugi is leading Summer into the ring. The tattooed lady is still chained and crawling on her elbows and knees, her large breasts swinging below her body. Sugi is still rubber clad and wearing her toe boots though not the chastity belt any longer; she is holding a cattle prod and when I hear Summer howl, I know she has used it.

I am glad I cannot see what the contortionist is about to do to Summer. Madam Tania is clearly dominant and has no qualms about the torment she puts the Tattooed Lady through but Sugi appears to be a total sadist.

As far as I can hear from the commentary, it is a little like the lion taming and I can hear Madam Tania's driving whip cracking in the air as Summer is put through her paces balancing, jumping and climbing in her punishing bondage. By the time Sandy has released me from the horse, Summer is kneeling in front of Madam Tania a little like she was when I first saw her and I am reminded what huge breasts she has. Sugi places a bowl in front of her and, at Madam Tania's command, Summer bends to drink. This time she is allowed to drain the bowl, lapping at it with her tongue through her ring gag. I'm surprised how long she is permitted to do this but the audience seem enthralled by this display of submission.

When Summer finally lifts her head I can her expression has changed, there is a look in her face, an excitement. I wonder what she has just been given; more than water certainly. Sugi bends and places a pair of red heels on Summer's feet then releases the woman's ankles and, on Madam Tania's command, Summer stands.

I think of all the pictures and videos I've seen of Summer Cummings. Devonshire productions has a lot to answer for in terms of my wasted time.

Who'd have thought there were more women like her out there ?

Suddenly, Sandy is pulling on my leash and I am crawling beside her barely noticing that my hands are free.

'Gimp, Gimp, Gimp...' The audience spot me immediately and respond accordingly.

I crawl to Madam Tania and, when she puts a booted foot forward, have no hesitation in bending to lick it.

'It seems our gimp is trained after all.' Madam Tania tells the crowd. 'Shall we see if he's any good ?'

Sandy pulls on my leash and I find myself kneeling in front of Summer. She is magnificent, transformed now, upright on her stiletto heels, human again, match for Madam Tania; her firm body and her massive chain-caged breasts awe-inspiring; with her hands chained behind her neck, her breasts are thrust forward and she stands with her back arched wantonly slightly, displaying herself.

Her shaved pussy with its multiple piercings is right in front of me and it is not longer locked shut. The drug must me arousing her because I can smell it.

'Summer needs a little warming up.' Madam Tania tells me.

I'm not convinced she does but I know what I am meant to do and without any further encouragement I lean forward and lick her between the legs. The taste of her body fills my mouth and I am suddenly intoxicated by it. I grab hold of her buttocks feeling the firmness of her muscles and pull her towards me, burying my tongue in her hot, wet pussy.

Summer's response is immediate and her juices flow into my mouth. I feel her shudder and take a small step towards me as I hold her more tightly.

Cheers fill my ears.

I think Summer is about to cum, I can feel her urgently thrusting her hips forward and hear her moaning through her gag.

'Enough.'

I am dragged roughly away by my leash and before I can struggle Sugi has cuffed my wrists. The contortionist holds my leash and I look up to see Summer gazing down at me with desire in her brown eyes.

'I said warm her up, not wear her out.' Madam Tania tells the audience to much laughter.

I watch as Summer is lead to what looks like a low tightrope. She moves beautifully on her heels, back straight, bottom swaying and her huge breasts bouncing mesmerisingly. As a hostess, Summer must have been irresistible. Surely she is not expected walk along the rope it in her heels. As she steps across it, the rope is tightened and she is suddenly straddling it. The rope has a half a dozen knots in and it is pressed against her pussy.

'If the Tattooed Lady wants to cum, she has to earn it.' Madam Tania holds her leash. 'Come along my dear. There's a world of pleasure awaiting you at the other end.'

Summer looks back at me.

At me !

Tenderly.

A faint buzzing fills the air and I realise it is coming from the rope. Summer gives a hiss through her gag and then she begins to walk it rope, her sex rubbing against it.

At first her steps are confident but as she progresses I can see her struggling to maintain her posture and she is breathing more quickly.

When she comes to the first knot she stops.

'A little encouragement for our Tattooed Lady.'

The crowd provide it and Summer straddles the knot. Madam Tania keeps her there, her whip against the tattooed belly. I watch as Summer shifts her weight from foot to foot, at one point she tries to slide off the knot but Madam Tania uses the whip on her and she is forced to stay in place. A few moments later, Summer climaxes, crying out through her gag. The sound is loud and her sexual pleasure unmissable. Again she tries to step forward but Madam Tania holds her in place, forcing her to endure more arousal. A few moments later, Summer cums again.

After a third orgasm, Madam Tania lets her advance and Summer moves along the rope towards the next knot. From the way she moves, I think the rope must be uncomfortable on her sex after her recent climaxes..

Her reluctance to mount the next knot is obvious, perhaps she needs a little time to recover, but Madam Tania uses her whip and Summer's leash to make the woman straddle the knot, again preventing her from advancing past it. The Tattooed Lady's tries to clasp the knot between her thighs but in a few moments she cries out through her gag, climaxing strongly. Madam Tania makes her endure another and then uses the whip again and Summer is forced to move forward onto the rope. The helpless woman is very unsteady now, breathing hard, her massive chest heaving as she pants through her gag teetering towards the next knot.

By the third orgasm on the third knot, her eighth in about five minutes, Summer is begging Madam Tania to allow her to stop. I've read about girls being forced to orgasm until they can't take any more, I've seen videos too but I didn't really believe it was possible. However, I've come five or six times and my cock is still stiffly erect; I'm pretty sure I can again but my cock and balls are aching. I wonder if I might be made to cum again and again.

'Bleashh...' Summer is on the fourth knot, barely able to stand, her body shining with sweat.

'Only two more, my dear.' Madam Tania might mean two more orgasms on the fourth knot or two more knots to go.

Summer shakes her head and pleads again. 'Nnnngggnnn.'

I watch her climax and then she is lead unsteadily on towards the fifth knot.

The rope must be tormenting Summer's sensitised sex but the knots are worse and Madam Tania has to use the whip several times to make her victim mount the fifth knot.

It takes Summer a long time to climax this time and it looks like she is struggling to make herself cum, rubbing her thighs together. Madam Tania makes her have a second and then leads her on to the final knot.

Summer's refusal is complete at this stage despite several sharp licks from the whip on her back, buttocks and thighs and Mistress Tania calls for Sugi to encourage her with the cattle prod. I follow helplessly on my nipple leash, crawling awkwardly on my knees with my hands cuffed behind me as Sugi leads me towards the helpless woman. I try to resist but the pain in my clamped nipples is intense.

I want to stop Sugi but I can't. I watch her lift the cattle prod to Summer's buttock.

'Nnnngggggnnn.' I shout loudly through my gag and Sugi stops looking down at me.

I am terrified at what I have done.

I was trying to be a hero but I've achieved nothing.

I think I'm going to piss myself but with the erection I probably can't. The butt plug probably means I can't shit myself either.

Sugi touches the prod to my shoulder and pain explodes down my arm and down the side of my body.

I scream into my gag as all the muscles down one side of my body spasm like they've been kicked all at once.

When I look up, Summer is astride the final knot, swaying dangerously, her eyes all but glazed over as she looks down at me and then climaxes for a final time.

In the interval I have a costume change...from gimp to sissy.

Sugi is still holding the cattle prod and I don't fight or even argue as, still in her rubber catsuit, she clips my wrist cuffs above my head to something that looks like a trapeze.

Madam Tania has just come past me driving her chariot to which Kara and Kana are once again hitched.

Sugi smiles at me sadistically, brushing herself close to me.

'You're quite the exhibitionist aren't you, Gimp ?' She squeezes my balls harder than before and I howl through my gag then she rips off my nipple clamps and I scream spraying saliva from my mouth.

She wipes her face. 'If you cross me again, wimp, I'll use the prod on your balls.' She glares at me, her grey eyes no longer beguiling.

Then she removes my harness and my gag and then the butt plug.

A butt plug is definitely something I'm going to buy when I get the chance when I get out of here. I've never really been interested before, even been frightened of the damage I could do to myself by pushing one inside me, afraid of it getting stuck or tearing something.

The thought brings me back down to earth. This will, soon be over and I will be back in my old life, alone and fantasising about this happening again.

Perhaps I can make it happen again.

Perhaps I can visit the show.

Perhaps I could get a job here. Run away to join the circus.

I have to laugh and it makes me feel better.

I am naked apart from the steel collar Madam Tania locked around my neck, my hands cuffed above my head at the mercy of this fantasy rubber doll, utterly vulnerable and, for a moment I tremble at the thought of the pain she can and will inflict on me. Part of me wants to run but I cannot and besides, this is how I want to be treated. I think I am more aroused than I have ever been; certainly my cock shows no signs of flagging and continues to drool.

'Ready, wimp ?'

I don't know what she is asking me if I am ready for but I don't care. I only know that my greatest fear is that this will soon be over and I will have to go back to my life or, worse still, that it might be a dream from which I will awaken into the dullness of reality.

'Yes, Mistress.' The pleasure of calling her that makes me shiver and I wonder if a woman like this could love me, could...

She drives her fist into my gut. Her punch is harder than Madam Tania's and, if I wasn't cuffed I would probably have doubled over or even fallen.

'Just you remember it, Gimp.'

I stand before her, fighting for breath, wanting to obey her not because she can hurt me but because I want to and, as I cling to my fantasy in desperation, Sugi starts my makeover.

She begins with a pink rubber bra, complete with breasts that are almost as big as Summer's and have huge nipples; she straps this around my chest; matching rubber knickers follow, split crotch and, when she has strapped them in place, she pulls my cock and balls though the rubber orifice. I find myself hoping I will get a butt plug too. A corset follows, heavy black rubber this time that she buckles around my waist from just below my new breasts to the top of my knickers. It is tight and the feeling excites me, just like the smell of the rubber and the fact I am in bondage, that I am being dressed like this by a woman, a fantasy rubber-clad dominatrix.

Boots follow, shiny pink rubber thigh boots with huge heels; at least they feel huge to me.

I have fantasised about this; well, not exactly this but dressing or being dressed in women's clothing. Sometimes my fantasy mistress does this to humiliate me before tying me up. I've often thought that I could act this out, buy some lingerie but I'm too scared, even on the internet, the thought that someone, somewhere will know my dirty secret.

This paranoia is bizarre with my internet browsing history.

'Got to have you looking pretty.' Sugi sneers and smears some sort of make up on my face. Lipstick follows and then eyeshadow, mascara; then she highlights my eyebrows. Finally I get a blonde wig and Sugi stands back to review her creation.

'You look good.' She smiles. 'I could almost fuck you myself.'

She steps towards me and puts her arms around me pressing her lovely slim, firm rubber-clad body against me; I feel the pressure of her breasts through mine, and my cock twitches against her; them she kisses me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I taste tobacco and some sort of fruity sweetness which I think must be lip stick, hers of mine.

She pulls away far too soon.

'No, you're still a guy.' She slaps me round the face.

I start to form a question.

'Saves on blusher.' She informs me with a smile then she slaps my other cheek. 'Now open up.'

She holds up a ball gag that is part of a head harness.

I am about to be gagged. Bridled !

I think I might cum.

I open my mouth and Sugi pushes the big red rubber ball inside then buckles it behind my neck before pulling the other straps over and around my head, tightening the strap under my chin. I am drooling immediately.

'You're enjoying this way too much.' She squeezes my balls again but not hard this time. 'I hope you know what you're letting yourself in for.'

She slaps me hard on my bottom and I stand there hoping she'll do it again but she doesn't, she reaches up and releases my wrists.

'Hands behind your back.'

What else can I do ? I obey her, of course. She is picks up a heavy rubber single sleeve.

This is all my fantasies come true.

I let her bind my arms enjoying the tension across my shoulders, the pressure on my elbows, the utter helplessness.

I'm drooling freely and I don't care.

Then she tightens the straps across my shoulders.

God, I want to cum and when Sugi squeezes my cock I very nearly do.

'Later, perhaps.' Sugi clips the top of my head harness to the trapeze above me. 'Don't want you wandering off.'

She smiles again and vanishes leaving me to enjoy the pleasure of my bondage, the harness and the big rubber gag, the corset and the rubber underwear, the single sleeve pinning my arms behind my back the high heels. I take small experimental steps in the heels, feeling the pull on my neck, the huge gag in my mouth.

I am in ecstasy, my whole body suffused with pleasure.

I can look down just enough to see my straining cock. If I could rub it on anything, I would cum easily.

I remember that first bondage orgasm.

Madam Tania has a new pony for the second act. She still drives Kara and Kana coming into the ring to music that I think comes from Romeo and Juliet but is also used in the Apprentice; the new pony is lead in by Willow. It takes me a moment to realise that it is the blonde, now harnessed and plumed, her body glistening and oiled, hair plaited and slicked. As well as her steel collar, the blonde wears a very ornate bridle with blinkers and a matching black leather harness with a little half bra that supports her pert breasts and what looks like a tiny leather thong between her legs, her arms are still strapped behind her back in the single sleeve. This pony has a tail too and is wearing play hooves. She also has bells clipped to her nipples so that as she trots in she jingles. Kara and Kana are fabulous ponies but the blonde is exquisite, although, of course she is not pulling a chariot. She is, however, not as well trained and though she tries to lift her legs in a trot she does not do it with the same precision as Madam Tania's regular ponies.

The crowd show their appreciation roaring so loudly that the blonde almost stops in her tracks and Willow gives her a sharp swat on the bottom with a crop to start her moving again.

Madam Tania introduces the new pony as Carol, taking her reins from Willow who leads Kara and Kana off stage. I wonder briefly if Archie and his red-headed girlfriend are in the audience.

'I thought I'd start the second half by introducing the latest addition to our troupe.' Madam Tania tells her audience. 'Except for our new gimp, of course.'

The audience laugh at the ringmistress' tone.

'Carol has an exquisite pedigree and, I assure you is a natural blonde.' Madam Tania slips her hand into the ponygirl's thong as if checking. She lingers a moment longer than necessary and her fingers probe a little deeper. The blonde squirms at her new mistress' touch clearly excited by it. When Madam Tania's fingers emerge, they are wet and she slips them into her mouth.

'Mmmmm...' Madam Tania licks her lips. 'Definitely a natural blonde.'

The audience laugh.

'Since you're such a good audience and many of you, I know, are loyal fans, perhaps I'll let you into a few secrets of our training regime.' Madam Tania walks towards the centre of the ring holding the long rein that is attached to Carol's bridle.

'Walk on.' The ring-mistress flicks her driving whip, deftly catching Carol on the bottom just below the tip of the single sleeve binding her arms and the girl starts forward.

She is not as poised as Kara and Kana but she is beautiful and when she has circled the ring far enough for me to see her face between the blinkers I can see that her blue eyes are shining with pleasure. Someone, Willow perhaps has spent time making up the blonde's face, darkening her lashes. I love a well turned out pony; I know what I am talking about, I have spent many hours watching pony girls on line and this one has the added benefit of being real. I think how sexy she looked when I met her, recall her holding my arm.

At one point she starts to move in towards the centre of the ring but Madam Tania uses the whip, catching the lovely pony on her breast and the startled girl gasps and moves out again to the limits of the rein. She walks just over a full circuit lifting her heels in a slightly exaggerated manner perhaps because of the play hooves or perhaps because he knows it makes her look more like a real pony.

Until this point I don't know if I really believed women like this existed, women who actually enjoyed being treated like this rather than just acting it out for the pleasure of men but I am sure now that Carol was a visitor to the circus just like me and, like me she too is living out her fantasies.

When Madam Tania commands it, and uses the whip again, Carol moves into a trot, her nipple bells starting to jingle. I can see she is trying to lift her legs like Kara and Kana did, trying to bring her knees up to the level of her hips. I have tried this while running and I know it is very tiring. Her knees soon begin to drop and Madam Tania uses the whip to encourage her, something that is repeated during her next circuit of the ring so that by the time she is back where she started she is panting around her bit and her body I flushed covered in a sheen a sweat. She also has a dozen red marks down her thighs from the tip of the ring-mistress' whip.

Madam Tania drives her round a third time and then a fourth making her quicken her pace each time until the pony's chest is heaving and the strain in her body obvious as she tries desperately to lift her tired legs.

Eventually Madam Tania lets her stop and she stands obediently holding her bottom tight and with her little breasts thrust out. She clearly knows how ponies are supposed to stand.

'Good girl.' Madam Tania stands beside her and gives the girl's bottom a gentle squeeze.

Willow comes on and leads her off and the crowd applaud her efforts.

'A few months and she'll be giving Kara and Kana a run for their money.'

Carol is lead past me the dreamy look still in her eyes despite her exhaustion. At first I don't think she recognises me but then, abruptly, she stops and I see her smile around her gag, surprise showing as she takes in my makeover.

For a moment, I fear she will mock my transformation, my feminisation as the crowd mocked the Gimp. I am still chained with my wrists above my head, awaiting, I suppose my entry cue. I cannot move or hide.

I feel myself begin to blush though with the make-up I am wearing, I suspect nobody could tell. I know I am not blushing because I am being treated like this but because I know I am enjoying being treated like this. That this is my fantasy. I may have imagined myself once as a Gorean warrior with his slave girl but my fantasies are now a strange mix of bondage often as the plaything of cruel mistress who keeps me bound for her pleasure, and mine, punishing me usually in the company of several other slaves, or captives, women of course, who are often forced to pleasure our mistress and each other and, if I am very lucky, me.

Carol smiles at me and winks and then Willow leads her away.

Back in the ring, Harpreet has his own pony girls; Sandy and the brunette are harnessed to a small gig which is loaded with a box like a treasure chest. The two dwarves strain in their harnesses to pull both him and the chest. In the centre of the ring they stop and Madam Tania opens the chest to reveal Sugi who emerges from her tiny prison to cries of amazement from the crowd.

The Asian girl is still clad from head to foot in rubber and I watch as she stands and lifts her leg behind her head.

'We all know what girls put behind their ears to make them more attractive.' Madam Tania jokes as Sugi lowers herself to the floor and places her other foot behind her head, with balancing on her bottom and her hands.

'The Amazing Rubber Girl is going to show you a variety of tricks.'

Sugi unhooks her legs and stands gracefully and opens them into a full box split then puts her hands behind her back and arches over pushing out her elbows. It looks like she is in some sort of extreme bondage and I wonder if I can find this on the internet. Next she leans over to one side and then rolls onto her back before grasping her ankles with her hands as if she was in a hogtie.

'Sugi comes from the land that brought us the Karma Sutra.' Madam Tania tells the crowd. 'They really were kinky to do all this.'

Sugi continues, slipping from what looks like one erotic bondage pose to another before finally climbing back into her box and being driven off the stage by Harpreet and his little pony girls.

Then, suddenly, it is my turn again and Sandy, still harnessed and bridled is leading me out into the ring by the cock leash she has just put back on me. The clown music plays again and the audience jeer as I stagger awkwardly in the heels trying not to fall over. I must look comical in my rubber clothes, walking bent over with my bottom stuck out but, frankly, I don't care anymore, don't care that the crowd is laughing.

I am massively aroused by my bondage and, by bending over, I'm forced to look at Sandy's bottom. I know I am drooling. The whole thing is fabulously humiliating. I don't think I'm even blushing anymore and the leash around my cock has me dangerously close to orgasm.

Perhaps I'll be made to cum on Madam Tania's boots again though I won't be able to lick it off this time.

Sandy parades me round the ring to 'Dominatrix Tonight' and when I feel a sharp smack on my bottom, I realise her brunette companion is following me with a whip.

I cum my load and the crowd whoop and jeer.

The brunette punishes me and then I am pushed to my knees at Madam Tania's feet.

'What do you think of our gimp's new look ?'

There are more whistles and cheers.

'I think he's rather fetching.' The ring-mistress continues. 'Shall we keep him like this.'

God yes !

The crowd agree.

'I think we should call her Sissy ?'

The crowd are delighted and I hear 'Sissy, Sissy, Sissy...'

Madam Tania takes my cock leash and waits for quiet.

Willow comes on again, still naked aside from her shiny red thigh boots and collar and I watch the way she walks impressed by how sexily she does it. Her heels are as big as mine.

She is followed by a man in leather trousers and a mask. His chest is bare.

The two female dwarves follow pulling something that looks like a huge wooden wheel on a stand. They position it in the centre of the ring and stand either side of it, posing with their arms in the air, gesturing towards wheel.

Even though I've got Willow standing either side of me in nothing but thigh boots and I'm kneeling beside my fantasy dominatrix I can't help looking at Sandy in her sparkly bikini and wonder what it would be like to fuck her, perhaps in a threesome with her friend.

I really am screwed up.

The man takes Willow and straps her spread-eagle to a wooden wheel then Harpreet comes on with a tray of knives and I realise this is the knife-throwing act. The first two throws give plenty of room for error but the third goes to one side of Willow's head, passing through her plethora of red hair and the fourth goes to the other side. The dwarves invert the wheel so Willow is hanging upside-down with her legs spread wide and the next knife goes into the board between then, very close to her sex.

'Carlo.' Madam Tania jokes. 'You can see Willow has shaved today.'

The crowd laugh and I look around at the sea of faces in their bizarre costumes.

'Sandy, Marla ! Stop that.'

I look back to see the two female dwarves licking Willow's nipples.

Two knives hit the board, one after the other in the places where Sandy and Marla were standing a moment before.

The crowd cheer and the dwarves remove the knives, spinning the wheel so they can reach them all and returning Willow to her head down position.

Harpreet produces a candle, it is black and fat; he proceeds to push into Willow's sex.

Sandy jumps on to Marla's shoulders to light it.

There is a drum roll and Carlo prepares to throw.

The lights are focussed on Willow's pussy with burning the candle buried in it.

Suddenly Sandy steps in between Carlo and his target.

Carlo makes a show of shooing her aside and prepares to throw again.

The spotlight refocusses on Willow's pussy.

This time it is Marla who gets in the way.

I see Willow start to squirm.

When the spotlight returns to her, the are droplets of wax running down the side of the candle and spots of black wax, dark against the pale lips of her spread pussy. The helpless redhead lifts her head and her body moves causing droplets of wax to spatter across her sex.

Willow cries out and Sandy bends to gag her, taking time as more wax runs down the candle.

Finally, Sandy steps aside. With the dwarf crouching, there is no reason why Carlo could not have thrown but this is clearly all an act to allow the audience to enjoy Willow's waxing.

The knife thuds into the wood between Willow's spread legs extinguishing the flame and the crowd explode.

Carlo retrieves his knife and holds it up much to the adulation of the crowd.

Someone in the audience starts a slow handclap and the applause spreads. Marla reappears with a lit taper and the inverted Willow starts to squirm, shaking her head and whimpering into her gag. Despite the helpless girl's protestations, Marla jumps on to Sandy's shoulders and relights the candle.

Carlo takes up position again and the audience once again quiets with expectation.

The wax is dripping more quickly this time and Willow starts to squirm.

The flame flutters and small droplets of wax spray again.

Carlo takes his time and finally throws.

Thud.

The candle does not extinguish.

The crowd voice their displeasure but the knife-thrower strides forward and lifts the candle. The top comes away leaving the stub still sticking out of Willow's pussy.

Carlo lifts the flame, still burning and the crowd cheers.

The slow handclap begins again and Carlo obliges, using the burning tip to light the stub, the visible part of which is now no longer than two inches. As he tips his part of the candle, more wax splashes on Willow's sex and she cries out into her gag squirming again. Even though the flame has caught, Carlo continues to hold the burning tip, deliberately dripping more wax and then, smiling lowers it to drop wax on each of Willow's nipples.

The helpless redhead struggles in her bonds but the straps pinning her wrists and ankles hold firm.

The crowd cheer and Carlo strides back to his throwing point, kneeling this time to allow Marla to blindfold him.

The crowd are absolutely silent.

Thud !

The knife striking the wood seems almost deafening.

The candle is out and the crowd are on their feet.

The dwarves help Willow down and she makes a show of walking with her legs a little more widely spread than normal, the dark spots between her legs obvious as are the inverted cones of wax on her nipples.

She is still gagged.

The crowd cheer as Carlo takes her hand and they both bow before running out of the ring followed by the dwarves who remove the wooden wheel.

The end of the show is nearing and I am on my feet, tottering behind Madam Tania, still a bound and gagged Sissy on a leash strapped to my erect cock.

I have just watched the trapeze artist again spinning from a leather bit she held in her teeth.

Marla comes on, waddling comically in an exaggeration of her usual gait. She tugs at Madam Tania's coat tails and the ring-mistress leans down to listen to her. They gesture towards me and smile conspiratorially. Marla suddenly lunges at me and I take a step back reflexively, nearly falling in the heels I am wearing.

The crowd laugh and then cheer and I look round to see Harpreet wheeling on a low wooden platform with something that looks like a bench mounted on it. Madam Tania leads me towards it and I suddenly reaslise is it a sort of pillory and stocks, two sets of split wooden boards, one with three holes and the other with two.

Madam Tania makes me kneel down and Harpreet locks my ankles in place, I am then bent forward and my neck is locked in the large central hole of the other boards. I am left kneeling with my rubber covered bottom in the air and very exposed.

I might not have enjoyed the first whipping I had but I have enjoyed being spanked and caned.

I'm quite excited.

Then I see what is about to happen.

Sandy is there dressed in clothes that are almost identical to mine, she is even restrained in a single sleeve and harness gagged. She is also on a cock leash which is to say she wears a huge strap-on and is being lead along like this by Marla now dressed like Madam Tania in red coat and leather dominatrix outfit.

As she passes in front of me, Sandy winks and looks down at the huge strap-on which is pink and heavily ribbed.

The crowd has caught on to and are encouraging Sandy towards the next step.

'Peg the gimp !' They chant. 'Peg him !'

I try to shake my head but there is nothing I can do.

Sandy disappears behind me.

There is a pause and then I feel the tip of Sandy's strap on pressing against my ring.

'Nnnnggggnnn.' I shake my head, struggling more violently but there is nothing I can do.

I quite enjoyed the butt plug but this one is bigger and I'm about to be shafted in public.

However, Madam Tania, or perhaps someone else, is still holing my cock leash and it is jerked violently.

I am forced to stay still, my are balls throbbing.

I try to keep it out but there is nothing I can do and the top of the huge phallus is slips inside me. I am just getting used to it when Sandy pushes again and the second part pops though my ring. A third follows and I realise the crowd is counting.

'Four...'

'Five...'

Each section is larger than the first and I feel I am being split in half.

'Six...seven...eight...nine...'

Fuck ! I really can't take another one.

'Ten.'

'Nnnngggnnn !'

Nothing has torn as far as I can tell.

Sandy moves the huge phallus back and forth fucking me and Madam Tania pulls on my cock leash.

I can't believe this is happening to me.

I know I am going to cum.

It takes nearly a minute but there is nothing I can do.

I am in bondage, sissified, gagged and I'm being buggered.

I cum my load and the crowd jeer.

'Gimp, Gimp, Gimp...'

I can't believe I'm a anal slut.

I'd cry it I didn't feel so fucking horny.

The relief when Sandy withdraws is unimaginable.

Harpreet drags me out of the ring, still locked in the pillory, Sandy walking beside me still trailing behind Marla on her 'cock leash'. I cannot bring myself to look up at her and try not to look at huge phallus swinging in front of her.

I am 'parked' behind the curtain.

I can't help thinking of Jim Weather's dog cart.

Willow brings on Madam Tania's chariot and I watch as the acrobats-come-ponies draw her round the ring.

'Let Me Entertain You' reprises.

Even after what has happened, I am disappointed that I am just to be left here.

But then Sugi appears with a similar buggy to which Carol is harnessed. The blonde is straining to pull the buggy on her own and Sugi uses the whip liberally to drive her along.

I watch Madam Tania drive Kara and Kana around the ring, Carol struggling and failing to keep up with them, a new red stripe appearing on her bottom every few seconds.

I can hear the blonde's nipple bells jingling.

Then the clown music starts again and suddenly Sandy and Marla are in front of me, Marla in her leather bustier and knickers and Sandy still wearing her pink rubber bra and knickers. They pick up the ropes attached to the pillory and start to drag me out into the ring again, Harpreet driving them as if they too were ponies.

The cart bumps along but there is nothing I can do except watch the bottoms of Sandy and Marla as they pull me along. Willow runs beside us, her sex and breasts still decorated with spots of black wax, and then the trapeze artist is there too, waving to the crowd. She is still naked save the steel bands around her neck, wrists and ankles.

I hear 'Hotel California' again.

It is dawn and the circus has broken camp. Wagons stand ready to depart. This is an old fashioned circus and, while there are a couple of old diesel trucks most of the wagons are drawn by horses or ponies.

Not all the ponies have four legs.

I stand between the shafts of Madam Tania's heavy red wagon still rather awkward on the pony boots strapped to my feet. Beside me stands Carol, the blonde with whom I entered the tent some ten hours and a whole lifetime ago; before me are Summer and Willow. We are all harnessed and bridled, otherwise naked save for our boots and the heavy leather bra Summer wears to support her enormous chained breasts. My cock is still stiffly erect from a second dose of the 'amber' medicine given to me by the ring-mistress. In this state it needs similar control to Summer's breasts and is strapped tightly to my harness.

I feel a pressure against my leg and look down to find the Carol rubbing her leg against mine.

She smiles at me around the bit in her mouth. Like Willow, she has reins clipped to her nipples as well as the ends of her bridle to keep her firmly under control.

I smile back, my captive cock twitching as the thought of our couplings.

We have spent the night, at least the remains of it after the show, caged together. After my performance in the ring, I found myself struggling to climax though my cock stayed unfailingly stiff. Carol is thus a very satisfied woman this morning.

We both still wear our collars as do Summer and Willow.

Our reins jerk and we endure the sharp sting of the whip across our backs. Summer and Willow, it would seem have earned a promotion and the blonde and I must endure Madam Tania's harsh discipline for the next move of the circus. Together we heave at the traces of the heavy wagon setting it in motion at our mistress' command.

Only the memories of the circus are left, debris and a field of downtrodden grass. Among the litter is a red cotton dress and a rather tatty grey suit that has seen better days.