<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: lithograph;"> Chapter 1: An Audience</span></span></div><br/>Mika Goto, or as most knew her, The Jyousama, sat reclining in the main parlor of Shorewood Manor, home to the Shorewood Fetish Club. It was an old mansion, built decades ago for a wealthy family, but since then had been adopted into a den of sin, decadence, and debauchery. It was tucked away from everyday life, back in the hills just before the countryside of the city began.<br/><br/>The club was quite active that night, and the parlor was mostly full. Mistresses sat chatting and gossiping upon the silk cushions of the elegant furniture, the leashes of their toys firmly in hand as they waited their favorite parlors to become available to play. Clashing with the refined, rustic furniture were outfits of leather, latex, and PVC, though some favored cocktail dressed and other modest attire that fit the setting.<br/><br/>Mika herself wore a loose white blouse, mostly unbuttoned near the collar with a haphazardly done man’s tie. Cinched around her waist sat a black corset with a frilled bottom, barely masking her garter belt that held up the fishnets up her long legs. Her trim, mostly bare athletic rear basked in the plush cushions of the central loveseat that was exclusively reserved for the elite Mistress Club.<br/><br/>Kneeling before her, a sub named Brandon she more commonly referred to as Meat stewed in controlled agony. Just minutes ago, before sitting down, she had bound his cock; a noose around the base, then balls separated  and tied into tight, hard nobs (http://www.hogtiedbondage.org/uploads/30509/techniques-in-cock-and-ball-bondage.jpg). Every strand was immaculately laid neat as can be, then cinched painfully and sadistically tight. His skin had already turned a shade of red, and soon would go to purple.<br/><br/>To add to the torment, the entire time she was sitting, the instep of her foot was casually stroking his shaft, keeping his restricted cock nice and hard with her cool leather heels and warm skin. He was unable to do anything; his wrists were bound behind him, and he sat with a ball gag between his teeth, unable to speak as a good sub should be.<br/><br/>“Another half hour,” she told him. Then she would untie his member to restore circulation, then retie it in a more suitable way to whip the sack with the riding crop she caressed. “I want those balls nice and tender before they are cropped. In the meantime, don’t you dare go soft.”