Without the smallest indication from Valentine, the spotlight panned around the room and landed on me. Perking up hungry for new stimulation, the men in the room turned from the panting young girl on stage and switched their attention to me. My cells fired hot with the game about to begin, unsure whether I'd have the stamina to endure without flailing but so eager for the challenge.

On the platform, the girl whipped her head from one side to the other and moaned out an attempt to control the thrills being pried from her body. I was positive the juices were soaking her thighs from the height of sensation she was being put through.

After he delivered the final lap of the paddle across the spread buttocks, the tuxedoed man held out his hand to the assistant. She passed him what appeared to be a largish pebble, from the distance I was standing at. Then, dripping water from between his hot fingers told me it was a cube of ice. He slid down her channel and pushed it inside her spread pussy.

The girl jumped back in uncontrolled spasm from the thrust of his fingers and the pang of the ice accosting her tender skin. She was immediately rewarded with three more resounding slaps as punishment. She was plainly new to playing and hadn’t yet learned to control her responses.

Maybe this was the initiation, or test, I had been promised. That was what made me shudder with anticipation, wondering whether I was up next. At the same time my clit tugged between my legs with an aching throb that said it was eager to participate and prove that I did indeed have mastery over my impulses.

“Strip" Valentine ordered, his eyes boring into mine.

What?

Why had I been so carefully dressed up in this outfit only to be brought into the room and told to take it off?

"Did you hear me?" Valentine gritted.

Oh yes, he was on for the test of my defiance. Every eye in the room was on me – us – waiting for me to back down or fail. It wasn't so much my nakedness they craved but my immediate surrender to the master.

Never shifting my gaze from his, I reached behind to tug at the heavy zip in back of my skirt. My breasts bobbed each beat in time with the racing beat of my heart underneath. I'd imagined and fantasized about being naked in front of more than one man, strangers, for so long. Josh had constantly teased and promised the allure of another pair of eyes and hands covering my body, which had first terrified me then invigorated me until I thirsted for that reality.

Valentine now gifted me my desire. With dozens of eyes gouging hungrily over my body, jolts of elation glittered up and down my core. The thin gauze of my undergarment was sodden between the dripping flesh of my inner thighs.

Finally my trembling fingers forced the brass zipper undone and the heavy leather skirt dropped to the floor with a thud. Only the net bodysuit now concealed my curves. And only barely, as between my thighs there was only two cords pressing my lips together.

Fifteen maybe twenty, pairs of eyes scoured across my naked slit like a ravenous wolf pack. They watched me slowly remove the thin covering, slipping one, then the other shoestring strap over my shoulder and peeling the fabric down over my erect full breasts. The orbs swelled with rising pressure as the diaphanous material grazed over the prodding nipples. I thrilled with the sense of being naked in public. And with the look of pride I held in Valentine’s eyes. I belonged to him and he was proud of me.

My heart pounded with lust beneath the inflamed mounds as I gradually, completely exposed myself to an enraptured male audience. Men with money, although it wasn't the money that was the thrill, but that they could have any woman in the world naked in front of them and they were excited by me.

The thin web of silk bunched around my waist. As provocatively as I could manage, I slowly shimmied my hips from side to side to work it down over my ass. When I slowly bared the entirety of my newly waxed smooth lips, the cool air hitting my wet folds intensified my vulnerable nakedness and sent more tremors of hungry desire through me

Touch me. Please.

I silently begged my employer, as I was barely able to resist the overwhelming urge to trail my own fingers across my ravenous slit. The yearning in every glistening pore was too much. I was already coming apart at the edges.

The transfixed men all around observed me expose myself and that impelled a rush of power through my core. They had seen countless naked female bodies but mine was captivating. They were silently willing me to surrender my free will and let go to my body.

This was Valentine's lesson. Walking into the room already naked, I would have been any other serving pet for the evening. Standing here removing my own coverings was akin to peeling back my skin on my interior emotions. That strength was what the men found ultimately intriguing. I had to hand it to my boss for being a sensual guru.

Suddenly I realized that not once had I cast my eyes to the ground as was proper for my status. Valentine watched me and had held my gaze captured in his huge starving pools. I saw how the dark pupils dilated and was hugely gratified to know how he desired me. His back was to the crowd behind him, giving me free reign to enjoy his arousal along with the thrill of exposure to the group. I could feel how impressed he was with me, pleased with my confident but apparently reluctant performance and it made my thirst more intense.

My eyes sent a pleading towards him.

Touch me.

I stood completely naked, my entire body engorged with lust. My clit bulged from between my dripping lips, eager for attention. The skin stretched taut on my body as excitement rippled through me. What pleasure pain was my employer planning to inflict on me in front of all these high status men?

Whatever it was I trusted him totally. I urgently wanted him to be proud of me, to prove to the world, or at least the small part of it dominating this room far out on the ocean, that he had trained me perfectly and we were meant to be together in a special way.

I stood waiting, malleable as putty. Then the punisher’s assistant swarmed forward and fastened a length of soft black silk tightly around my eyes, plunging me into a dark world of my very own. The pinnacles of sensation Valentine dragged from me behind those masks were known only to me in my secret world of extremely complicated arousal.

A metal collar was snapped around my neck and I felt the weight of the leash attached to it swing against my hip before someone lifted it to lead me across the room. Feminine fingers supported each arm as I was lifted up the broad shallow steps to the stage. The warm white glow of the spotlight found my body and once more I felt the thrill of being shown off for a group of the most powerful, influential men in the world.

Did this make me some kind of bizarre exhibitionist? Was it weird to get excited about being bared to the eyes of unknown men?

Maybe that was my initiation – being tested via group exhibitionism. But what would be the ultimate price of admission? Every hair on my body stood up nervously. I hadn't felt like this since starting college and this recruitment was not like any hazing I'd ever been forced to endure.

Handcuffs was snapped around my wrists and then a tug on my arms forced them up high above my head. My full buoyant breasts pressed forward with the arch of my spine. The soft purr of the engines informed me that the yard was on the move, bobbing gently out into the Pacific. I was hardly going to escape being naked this far out to sea, even if I wanted to. My mind pushed out contemplation of my motivation as the feather began to stroke across my bulbous nipples, indicating the game had begun.

Every part of my competitive nature fired up as I determined I was going to do a better job as a submissive for this group of male dominance than the previous girl. I had no intention of failing or letting Valentine down, in what had suddenly come to seem like the contest of the pets.

I hadn’t been gagged as the last initiate had. But then my boss rarely bound my mouth. I had a secret belief he liked to trust me to control my smart mouth. Or even enjoyed it. I know he enjoyed hearing my pants and gasps in order to gauge the level of emotion and sensation he was reaping from my punishment.

The room was filled with silence as my legs were pulled wide apart and my ankles shackled. I waited breathless, in blissful anticipation of what he had in store for me. I was sure it would be the most delicious punishment yet, for the delectation of the onlookers. Valentine was even more competitive than I was.

Blindfolded, with my legs stretched in a wide stance and my hands pinned above my head, was the most vulnerable position and I’d never felt more dynamic. I was a warrior Priestess, and superwoman all at once. The fire of adrenaline rushed around my undulating body. I had learned already that Valentine was hugely enamored about winding twine around my erogenous regions to squeeze my flesh into tighter restraint.