Satin Suite

Charity's backside felt red and raw from her shoulders all the way down to her thighs. How many times had Maria used that leather flogger on her already? She had no way of knowing, but the number had to easily be in the hundreds. Each strike by itself was relatively harmless, a short flash of discomfort that left a hot tingle on her skin, but over time they added up. And a lot of time had passed already. Several hours, no doubt.

Which also meant that they'd raised several thousands already. Charity's lips curled into a satisfied grin as she took another hit for the greater good.

Originally the whole idea had been nothing more than a silly joke born from an obvious pun on her name and Maria loudly wondering if there was some way to harness Charity's seemingly limitless masochism for something productive. One thing had led to another, and just three months after the initial spark they had somehow managed to get a spot at a local kink and fetish expo. Not on the center stage or anything, but even this relatively small room to the side got a good amount of traffic. Especially since they weren't half bad at drawing a crowd.

The concept was simple but effective: Charity stood on a small platform between two vertical wooden posts, one wrist cuffed to each, forcing her into a T-pose with barely any wiggle room. She wore nothing except for blackout goggles that kept her completely in the dark about what was going on about her while being comfortable enough for long time wear. Maria was around as both her protector and her tormentor. She formed the first line of defense in case someone from the crowd crossed a line, though with security being present everywhere and the attendees of this small expo being reasonable people to begin with, she didn't have much to do on that front. No, her main job was to use her flogger on Charity's defenseless backside whenever she was paid to do so.

The price point had been the topic of lots of back and forth. Too high, and there wouldn't be much of a show, but if they went too cheap, they risked racking up strikes too quickly. Charity might call herself an insatiable masochist, but even her body had its limits somewhere, and she'd be majorly disappointed if the show ended early because she had to tap out. Being publicly bound and punished for an entire day was way up on her bucket list, so she was hellbent on making this longstanding fantasy a reality. And if she could help other people by doing so, all the better.

Originally Charity had worried about sending mixed signals if they raised money for an organization helping victims of violence by, well, using violence. Maria had told her not to worry about it, and since they'd easily gotten their spot it seemed like the organizers agreed. Realistically most people wouldn't think about it anyway. Or even just process where the money was going to exactly. Your average donor was only here for the show, with the vague knowledge of it being "for a good cause" making the money sit more loosely than it usually would.

How loosely, though? In the end their compromise was twenty dollars per strike. To Charity that had sounded crazy high and she worried about getting bored on the stage. Twenty dollars was a lot of money for a punishment she could easily take dozens of before it even started to get properly uncomfortable, let alone actually painful.

Maria had held that the price should be even higher. Yes, properly punishing Charity would cost a small fortune, but they couldn't calculate on such an individual level. The venue expected a couple thousand visitors, so if one in every ten attendees decided to donate one strike, they would add up quickly. Was that a realistic percentage? Impossible to tell in advance. And there was always the possibility of a sadistically inclined philanthropist turning up and opening their pockets.

The saying went that a compromise was a solution neither party was satisfied with. If the reverse held true as well, their disagreement should mean that the twenty dollars were the right call. And at least so far things were working well enough.

For the first hour or two Charity had been positively high from endorphins. None of her fantasies had come even close to what it actually felt like to stand there, fully exposed, unable to move from the spot or even just to protect herself, trapped in darkness while who knew how many people were staring at her.

The goggles had been a great idea for various reasons. Maria had insisted that they'd be much more approachable with Charity's sight taken away. After all, one had to be pretty confident in themselves to look a stranger in the eyes while paying to have them flogged. The safety of not being seen removed a giant barrier of entry.

It also made Charity feel so much more helpless.

She'd always been a sucker for blindfolds, of not knowing when and how Maria would torture her next. But even so she hadn't been prepared for the thrill that came with hearing all these unknown people around her as they cheered Maria on to strike harder, or laughed about Charity's blatant masochism, or even just casually talked among themselves as if they weren't right next to a naked woman getting flogged.

Maria had told Charity to only talk when explicitly spoken to, again so as to not scare less confident people off. Even so she had a lot of fun posing in the direction of people talking about her when she liked their voices and what they said. Not that her bondage allowed many different poses, but so far her blowing kisses and shaking her chest had always been a hit with the audience. It was also usually followed by a spike in donations.

On that note, they might have really been fine raising the price. It was only lunchtime (Charity could estimate the time from the regular short breaks during which Maria fed her protein bars and water, as well as let her stretch and take care of various bodily needs) and her body already complained about the constant abuse. Standing still for so long was tiring in itself, but of course the main challenge was enduring Maria and her flogger. It might be far from the scariest implement in their arsenal and its bark was a lot more impressive than its bite, but Maria didn't hold back. The audience deserved to get something for their money after all. And the cheers certainly pushed Maria. Charity didn't remember the flogger hurting this much at home.

Then again, at home they usually moved on to something else instead of continuing for hours with literal hundreds of strikes.

In the beginning Charity's gasps and moans had been mostly for show, but by now she couldn't help but groan loudly every time the countless leather straps slapped against her tenderized skin. Maria did her best to vary her targets, though there was only so much skin on Charity's back to go with, and by now all of it hurt.

Except that hurt wasn't the right word. The ache took the form of a lingering hot itch festering in the dry skin, which was even worse due to Charity's inability to do anything about it. She was almost glad about the actual pain that came with each strike, as that distracted her from the itch. Making it through the afternoon wasn't going to be easy.

That was going to be afternoon's problem, though. Charity expected Maria to declare their lunch break any moment now. Business had slowed down considerable during the last half an hour or so, likely because everyone had gone off to the various snack stands. As far as Charity could tell, she might have been alone with Maria right now, but she doubted this to actually be the case. There were bound to be at least a couple of people in the room still, silently preoccupied with other things.

Given the opportunity she was going to address the matter of a break herself, when she heard the clicking of fancy footwear coming straight in her direction. Moments later Maria greeted the newcomer with a practiced "Hello there! Want to make a hot lady squeal for a good cause?"

"I absolutely have a donation on my mind. How could I not, when the two of you have put up such a marvelous display?"

It was a woman, that much Charity could tell, likely around thirty. Her voice was low but confident, smooth as dark chocolate, if not outright sultry. The perfect voice to whisper sweet nothings with for hours. It wasn't hard for Charity to muster a bright smile (in hopefully the right direction). While the public exposure gave her a thrill no matter what, it was so much nicer to be at the mercy of such an instantly likable stranger.

"I couldn't help notice that you've been at this for quite a while now," the woman continued. "How are you holding up, pray tell?"

Charity took a moment to realize that this question was directed at her. So far barely anyone had dared addressing her directly, doing all the talking with Maria instead. And even that talking had usually been at a minimum. Maria had been right that even in a setting like this expo, most people were a little awkward about these kinds of interaction. With some exceptions, of course. Like this woman, who was talking as confidently as if dealing with naked and bound strangers happened on a daily basis for her.

"I'm fine," Charity said once she found her words. "Don't worry, I can take a lot of punishment."

"So it seems, so it seems. Your back does look pretty raw already, though, so would it perchance be possible to give it some rest and find a different use for this flogger of yours?"

Under other circumstances Charity might have asked "What the fuck you're talking about?", but something about this lady's voice was hypnotic in the sense that it made her want to live up to the fanciful vibe it set. So she settled for an "I'm not sure I follow" instead.

"Oh, it's just this silly little idea I had. Feel free to disregard it if you want, but I just thought, I'd be interested in seeing the flogger used on these pretty breasts of yours. Would such an arrangement be in the realm of possibilities?"

Maria sounded majorly unsure about herself as she mumbled something about this not being part of the intended program. As one would expect, this was far from the first indecent suggestion she'd heard this day, and the other times she had easily blown them off with a joke. Something about the woman must have caught her off guard, though. Maybe it was that she had presented the idea not as the bawdy interjection from a horny onlooker, but as a perfectly natural option. Or maybe Maria was just dumbstruck by how gorgeous this woman was. Charity wouldn't know, but she also wouldn't be surprised. If this woman looked half as thrilling and sexy as she sounded, she'd be an absolute menace.

"As I said, I won't take the slightest offense if you're not interested, and I'm perfectly happy to make a generous donation either way," the woman continued, seemingly unfazed by anything. "I just bring it up on the off-chance that the offer is intriguing to you. After all, I figured that a masochist of your impressive caliber might need a little challenge to properly enjoy herself. And I'd remunerate you appropriately, of course. Your usual rate is twenty dollar per strike, yes? Well, I'd be more than willing to pay a thousand if you show me how you take that flogger across your chest twenty times. So what do you say? Are you willing to suffer for me in a way that's more intimate than what you've gone through so far?"

Charity's arousal had somewhat cooled off again as the discomfort of standing around for so long and the lingering itch in her back had overshadowed the initial excitement. Right now, though, the heat was back with interest. This woman had to be a hell of an experienced dom with this hypnotic voice of hers. Charity couldn't even see her, and yet part of her wanted to fall on her knees for this person to show that her submissiveness lived up to the high praises the woman sung of her masochism. Luckily the cuffs forced Charity to remain upright, so she didn't have to option to embarrass herself like that.

She did have the option of saying yes, though, and it was a mighty tempting option. Making some extra cash for a good cause was a nice bonus, of course, but Charity had to admit that the money and the good cause she was working for were far down on her list of priorities right now.

How far they wanted to take things had been another point of contention between Maria and her. Maria's initial vision would have been for Charity to leave her panties on and be turned away from the audience, so her breasts were also much less exposed. She was afraid of her girlfriend getting overwhelmed, leading to a bad experience. Charity on the other hand, wanting to get as much as possible out of this opportunity, would have been ready to be bound with her legs spread and getting her pussy spanked in front of everyone.

Or at least that was what she had pushed for during the initial hype, with her excitement clouding her judgment. When they'd made their compromise, she'd admitted that it maybe would have turned out a tad too scary to find herself in such a vulnerable position. These more intimate and intense kinds of play were fun between her and Maria, but she might not have been comfortable acting them out just because any random dude asked her to.

If this wondrous woman asked for it, though, and so nicely to boot, it was a completely different matter.

"If it's okay with Maria, I'd be up for it," she declared. It wouldn't be fair to make the final decision by herself when her girlfriend was involved as well and might be uncomfortable, but she doubted that Maria would have any problems as long as Charity herself gave a clear okay.

Indeed, upon hearing the obvious enthusiasm in Charity's voice, Maria quickly found her stride again. "In that case it shouldn't be a problem," she said. "We'd be honored to give you an extra special show for your generosity."

Her and whoever else was watching. It still sounded like there weren't all that many people around, but their discussion, and especially its conclusion, had drawn attention. Charity could make out several people in the background talking to each other before coming closer. It didn't exactly come as a surprise that the prospect of her getting her tits whipped would act as an effective audience magnet.

Charity didn't care. As far as she was concerned, this part was solely for this mysterious benefactor. As Maria got ready, she wiggled her breasts in the direction she'd last heard that sweet voice, to show how eager she was for what was to come.

The flogger hit her chest. Charity's grin didn't falter, though her breathless gasp wasn't just an act. The flogger might be harmless enough that she could take countless strikes on her back, but her breasts were a lot more sensitive a target, and it seemed like Maria was just as committed to giving the lady a show as Charity was. She didn't hold back, letting the bundle of leather straps crack down hard enough that the impact drove Charity a tiny step backwards. A step that would have been much more substantial if not for the cuffs nailing her in place.

The second strike quickly followed. Charity couldn't suppress a wild laugh as the shock of hot pain washed through her before fading into a warm ache all over her chest, with some spots throbbing where she still felt the shadow of an extra hard impact.

By nature the flogger had an unpredictable component to it. Now matter how well Maria aimed, there was no knowing where each strap would end up, and how hard it would come down. The result was a feeling as if a dozen people were slapping her breasts at the same time, with no regard for her comfort. The first strike had landed a bit higher, but this second one got both of Charity's nipples kissed by leather, adding a sharp sting to the overall discomfort. Normal people would have found it awful to have their tender nipples abused this harshly, but right now the sensation barely even registered as pain to Charity. It was a flash of pure adrenaline that made her lightheaded from joy and excitement.

Maria lay on the first five strikes in quick succession, with just enough of a break in between to give Charity a chance to catch her breath. "How's it going?" she asked. "Regretting this deal already?"

The familiar teasing, almost mocking tone fed right into Charity's growing arousal. It was a tactic Maria always used during their games when things got intense: She'd check in with her, but in a way that sounded like she was genuinely taunting her. It allowed Charity to fall even deeper into her submissive headspace while still allowing her an out if she needed it.