Sondra sighed. "Yes, Master."
She fell in behind him as he led her forward and positioned her in front of a station with her back to the seating area; her hands still remained behind her back. "Spread your heels apart. I'll be securing your ankles...and tighten that ass around your plug, pet."
As Nick bent to secure the cuff at her ankles, he let his hand travel up her inner thigh and lightly stroke the crotch of her leather thong. He noticed at each bar, a paddle hung on one end, a flogger on the other end, so a Master could use either one should the need arise. Making sure Sondra saw them, she nodded in response.
Once each submissive had their ankles secured, the Doms stood behind them. Nick pulled out the ball gag and quickly placed it in Sondra's mouth before she could object and buckled it at the back. Nothing would be done to her during inspection that would require a safe word so he was comfortable in this decision.
Shading his eyes from the setting sun, he moved around the other side to face Sondra and his arousal twitched to see her in her leathers, nipple rings and ball gag. The swell of her breasts protruded above the corset. Gawd she looked the part of a hungry sub needing to service her Dom. If she caused that reaction in him, he knew the other Doms were affected in the same way. Pride filled him and he took a deep breath, then motioned for her to lean forward across the bar.
Nick helped her get comfortable as she leaned forward for support on the bench. Once her hands were in a good position, he fastened the wrist cuffs and stood back to admire his work. Sondra's slender legs looked great in her heels and her firm ass would attract more than a few of the Doms.
Glancing down the line, every submissive had their ass in the air for inspection by every Dom here. Nick had avoided telling Sondra about the inspection and hoped she wouldn't be pissed at him later. The experience is what he brought her for.
Nick took his position in front of his submissive, then pressed the button on her remote. He saw her flinch when the anal plug and vibrator started and he kept it low.
Master Omar walked the line with his crop, followed by Krystal, caressing each bare ass he passed. When he stopped behind Sondra, he stood there for a long while, making her wait, making her drip...Nick knew her too well.
Omar sniffed and Sondra groaned. "Your scent in this heat makes a man hard, slut." At that, Omar pressed his genitals against her ass, rubbing himself through his leather pants and Sondra fisted her hands. Omar met Nick's gaze. "Her anal plug needs to buzz another notch higher."
Nick obeyed and Omar moved on to the next submissive but Krystal now stood behind Sondra. Her nails raked up the sides of Sondra's thighs and over her ass, kneading each cheek in her hands. She placed her crop directly on Sondra's crotch and began light taps, each one getting harder until a cry slipped from Sondra's throat.
Krystal grabbed the paddle and whacked Sondra's ass, then waited for a response. None came and she hung the paddle back on the post and moved on down the line.
Sondra panted and flexed her fingers.
Master Omar spoke to them with a microphone now as he paced the stage area. "Every submissive slut here will be inspected by every Master. You are to make sure their anal plug is in place and still lubed well. You will check to be sure her internal vibrator is still buzzing and inserted properly. You may check their reflexes with the paddle or flogger. Once the inspections are done, a guard will escort each submissive to one of the other stations and secured. Guards will be posted outside each station for security. Once the inspections are complete, I'll go over the rest of the rules for your enjoyment this evening."
Chapter Eight
The muscles in her arms ached in the heat as she held herself up on the bench she was cuffed to. Humiliation sparked off every nerve in Sondra's body as she flexed her fingers. Why did Master Omar continue to single her out? The length of his hard cock pressed against her ass was not something she'd soon forget. He loved humiliating his submissives; that much was evident! Did he secretly want to use her while she lay bent over his bar out here?
Nick stepped away and she panicked. Taking a deep breath, she knew she wouldn't be hurt out here. This inspection had been set up as another lesson for the subs to learn that their bodies were not their own while wearing a collar. All she could do was wait for someone to touch her or stand in front of her.
She didn't have to wait very long. Someone squatted behind her and held her thighs for support while he pressed his nose against her ass. His finger moved her thong aside and he took the deepest breath she'd heard anyone ever take. As his tongue moved along her inner thigh, her muscles tightened on the vibrator and then his tongue slid over her lips...then between them and she thought she would die.
Two rough fingers slipped inside to feel for her vibrating egg tucked in deep. He pushed it further then pressed back on her anal plug and left his fingers there to feel that vibrate. Against her will, she felt her juices seep and a moan slipped from her throat.
"You love this don't you, bitch? All of you love a man's hands on you." He withdrew his fingers, replaced her thong and stood behind her. She waited, wondering what he'd do next. Fingers moved up the insides of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass fit right into his huge hands as he squeezed her ass. She'd swear his finger marks would be there tomorrow.
Then his thumb followed the strap of her thong down the crack of her ass until he came to the base of her anal plug. One short press. Her muscles clenched around the base.
Another short press and they began to spasm, wanting more.
The third press sent the plug deeper this time and he kept pressing, faster and harder until he took hold of the base and had the plug coming out of her ass to the widest part before he gently pushed it back in. He kept it up, slowing the pace to watch as it entered her...he had to be getting off on watching that.
Sondra hung her head and panted as her heart raced. She couldn't stop the moan of pleasure that slipped from her throat. Between the buzz of both toys, and the sensations this Dom caused her, she would explode in his hands if he weren't careful.
The flogger landed across her back, snapping her head up!
Again he hit her.
The plug continued the slow movement and hit against the vibrating egg to torment her inner muscles, edging her closer to orgasm.
Suddenly all movement ceased.
She waited, panting.
"Your equipment looks in the proper place to me but you need more discipline, slut. Maybe your next Master will teach you a lesson."
The wooden paddle slapped her ass so hard tears came to her eyes and she bit into the ball gag. Her heart slammed against her chest and she took deep breaths through nose, knowing she had to stay calm.
More inspections, more hands, more fingers, and taken close to cumming more times than she cared to remember...but still no release. The sun set behind the hill and dusk had crept in on them. The heat let up some but perspiration still trickled from between her breasts up to her neck and under her collar.
Frustrated, Sondra hung her head. The rings on her nipples began to ache and she needed Nick to take them off and soothe her nipples with his tongue.
Where was he? Then she realized he was inspecting other submissives for their plug placements and her mind filled with vivid images of him standing behind someone, spreading them for inspection. She couldn't think of that right now and shook her head to dispel the images.
Before she realized it, darkness surrounded her and her wrists were being released. Someone helped her stand and as she supported herself on the bar, her ankles were undone.
"Keep your hands behind your back." The rough guard nearly barked at her and she didn't think twice about disobeying as she laced her fingers together behind her. Glad she had the ball gag to bite into, she looked at her guard. He stared at her for a moment, lust filling his eyes as he reached out to flick a feather that dangled from her nipple ring. A yank on her leash pulled her forward and she had no choice but to follow him off the stage. She wouldn't miss being here and would never forget this experience.
Her ball gag reminded her she wasn't close to heading home.
Barely able to see where she walked, cement was still beneath her heels and made walking easier although a fear of tripping filled her with anxiety. The guard led her past three stations and she heard women whimpering and moaning. Fear reared its ugly head as she wondered what lay in store for her.
Each station had a front and side walls with a larger number on the front. One small bulb hung just above the front wall, making the number visible. The lights weren't bright enough to see much so Doms carried flashlights as they made their way back toward the staging area.