Another woman simply smoothed his hair back from his forehead and cradled his dangling testicles in her hand. For those who chose not to hold his gaze he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be a thing for their titillation. One such person pinched him hard multiple times in various places. Each initial touch of their fingers was as thrilling as the pain that followed. Some tugged gently on the nipple clamps. Someone, he couldn't tell if it was a man or woman, massaged the area between his anus and his testicles with their knuckles, causing the muscles in his thighs to spasm.
He didn't become inured to what was happening. On the contrary, each look and touch caused a sexual thrill throughout his sensitized body, caused his need for release to intensify.
Finally the audience had returned to their seats and Rosalind removed the leather collar from his erection, kneeled in front of him and took him in her mouth. She sucked and stroked. When she saw that he was ready to come she moved to the side. Cavendish threw his head back and emitted long low moan to discharge some of the tension. His need to stay immobile barely overcame his need to release his whole body to the orgasm. But the root of his belly did all the work, contracting inside over and over, shooting semen into the air, passing through his penis with a sharp sensation of pleasure like he had not felt before.
He was near collapse but couldn't slump because of the collar around his neck, so he grabbed hold of the chains attached to his manacles and let himself hang.
Eventually Rosalind and her assistant released him. First they took some time with some lotion to peel the fabric off his buttocks. Then they released his legs so he could stand up straight. Cavendish reveled in the relief of being able to bring his legs together with his ass in a normal position. Next they unhooked his manacles. He was careful not to hit the cords attached to his nipples and navel as he let his arms down to sweet rest. Rosalind eased the plug from his rectum by tilting it side to side.
She unhooked the cords holding his nipples and navel, but left them hanging from his body for a few moments before removing them.
"You can sit here on the edge of the stage and rest a bit." Neil sank down and she handed him a bottle of water.
He took several deep drinks and then rested his arms on his thighs and placed his forehead on his arms, exhausted. Some moments later Rosalind sat down next to him and laid her hand on his shoulder. "We were going to whip you, but I'm really tired. Just wiped out. And I think you are too, so I'm going to call it a day."
Neil lifted his head and turned to her with a small smile of acknowledgement, but said nothing.
The gathering were standing up already and heading for the door. Rosalind said, "The doors will lock on their own. Would you turn out the lights when you leave?" He nodded and she left.
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