Performance Artist Chapter 2

“Oh Honey, he’s so CUTE! This is going to be so much fun!” chirped Sharon as she towered over me, looking down at what I could only assume was her next meal. She had a hunger in her eyes, but also a naivete. I could tell she was new to this: she had a chain, but it wasn’t tight enough (impossible I know), and she didn’t have any dark makeup applied. She was going for the sadism and masochist look, but she clearly didn’t know where to start. She also didn’t have the build for it. Usually, when I thought about these women, they were thinner. The smaller look was meant to counter the domineering role they played. In this instance, she was in charge, but she could have been in control with pajamas. There was no way a guy like me would ever be mistaken as tough enough to challenge her.

But there was such a softness in her eyes. If I had to guess, she was doing this to please her husband, not because she was a true blue dominatrix. She was unapologetically middle aged, with freckles and glasses, with medium length brown hair and cherub cheeks. Her ample waist and bosom made it clear she was well over the standard weight, perhaps to the point she was concerned her husband may no longer be attracted to her. And who knows, maybe she was right? I had a modicum of respect for her, knowing she was being a real sport today. But looking up at her, it was hard to have a place for respect.

Only fear.

“Now go easy on him, Sharon, he’s even smaller than I was hoping for,” the husband said. “You don’t want to hurt him for real, right?”

“Heavens no, this is going to be safe and pain…” she carried off, looking at her husband, as if for guidance. “Less,” she finally finished.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it,” Tim said, heading for the door.

“Thanks, Tim!” said the man.

“Wait!” I said, confused. He was just going to leave me here? I was in the middle of the city, I didn’t know any details about what was going on, I hadn’t the foggiest about rules. Was I allowed a break? Lunch? I hadn’t undergone much of an onboarding process. Who were these people?

“Tim,” the man said. “You said he wasn’t allowed to speak!”

“You’re right,” Tim said, winking at him, and then me. “I guess you’ll have to… punish him then, won’t you?”

He turned and left, leaving me breathless and in between a massive woman and her husband, who chuckled to herself and looked at the ground before making eye contact with me. I could tell this was not going to end well for me.

“Should I… Like with the whips or?” Sharon asked, confused.

“Eh… you might break him in half…” he said. “How about for now, grab him by his neck and give him a spanking.”

“Okay!” she said cheerfully. She was misunderstanding her role, in a really major way, but maybe that would mean she would go full bore into my comparatively tiny body. I was willing to play this game with them.

With lightning speed, her hand gripped my neck, easily wrapping around it, and she lifted me into the air, my feet dangling about four inches off the ground. The ease with which she lifted me surprised me, considering it was with one hand, and she didn’t look like she was even breaking a sweat. She probably could have held me up like this all day, if her husband wanted her to.

“Like this?” she asked her husband.

Then I felt it. It wasn’t just a smack. It was a walloping. Her hand crashed into my exposed buttocks. The sound was deafening, but the pain was out of this world. It was like my ass had just been struck by lightning. Shivers shot up my spine and tears instantly shot out of my eyes. I didn’t even realize I was crying until one dropped on my thigh.

But she wasn’t looking at me. As sweet as she was, her focus was on her husband, who seemed to be taking all of this with such delight. A big smile had formed on his face, and he began nodding his approval.

“Yes, very good,” he said. “But let’s try it again, but this time, try to get your whole hand on one of his cheeks.”

“But Honey, they are both so small. I think my hand is bigger than either of his little butt cheeks,” she said.

Boy that felt great to hear.

“Just try your best, I want to see your hand print on one, let’s go,” he encouraged. If we weren’t pounding my ass into hamburger meat, I actually would have considered this a rather wholesome and sweet exercise.

SMACK

This one hurt more than the last time. I screamed in pain, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to speak. I had to hold back, I really couldn’t take much more of this. More tears were streaming down my face, but it’s not like I could do anything about it. I was completely naked, trapped in this room with a monster.

“That was great, Sharon!” he said. “Now drop him to the ground and make him get on his knees.”

She let me go, and I hit the floor.

“G-Get on your knees,” she said.

“With meaning,” he coached.

“Get on your knees, bitch!” she said with a smirk. She looked over at her husband, who nodded his approval.

I did as I was told. Still quivering in pain from the spanking I had received, I got on my knees and looked up at her, tears still welling in my eyes. She looked down at me with a kindness that didn’t seem appropriate for the beating I had just received.

“What do you want him to call you, Honey?” he asked her, as if they had been working on this for a while.

“Umm… oh yeah,” she said, and looked down at me, again. “Queen Sharon. I want you to call me Queen Sharon, understand?”

I nodded.

“Call me Queen Sharon!” she commanded.

“Or else what?” the husband asked, prodding a response.

“Or else I’ll… I’ll…” I could tell she was thinking. “Or else I’ll step on those pathetic little balls of yours!”

“That was really good!” the husband cheered.

“I mean look at his little weewee and his balls, they are so small, it all just came out so naturally,” she said, clearly proud of herself. As bad as her spanking was, the hit to my pride was feeling so much worse.

“To be fair, Honey, everyone looks small compared to you,” he said.

“So… what next?” she asked.

“Well, he’s down on the ground like a dog… what does every dog need?”

“A dog collar!” she yipped.

“Yeah… but I don’t think he deserves a dog collar,” the husband said. “No… you can’t choke as easy with a dog collar. How about we just wrap his neck with these chains. That way, if he gets out of line, you can just give it a yank?”

“Oh that seems like a good idea,” she said.

I didn’t love the idea of them talking about me like I couldn’t understand them. I really was being treated like a dog. Well actually, people LIKE dogs. I was something far lesser in the grand scheme of things. Sharon turned around and fiddled with some chains that were on the couch, and I got a good look at her ass, a gigantic mass of fat that hovered imposingly above me. God I hope I never got punished with that thing.

She turned back around holding some chains, a look of bliss on her face. I could tell she was having the time of her life, learning the ways of a dominatrix. I guess that meant I was doing a good job? Does that mean I get a raise? I shook that feeling and decided I should really just focus on surviving the next… I didn’t even know how long this was supposed to last. Just ‘survive the day’ seemed like a safe bet.

She wrapped the chain around my neck, and gave it a gentle squeeze, just to know it was on tight. She was in complete control of me. If she wanted, she could strangle me to death, and, based on the ease of which she could lift me and the sheer girth of her arms, it wouldn’t take very long, and could even end in pure decapitation. My little fingers gripped the chain, but there was no escape.

“Honey, what do you want him to do?”

“Umm… Oh, I have a cute idea,” she said, looking down at me. She stepped forward, so now I couldn’t even see her face, her breasts were too big. “Kiss my feet… bitch.” She was starting to gain some confidence, but she still couldn’t shake that suburban housewife sound she had when I arrived.

I leaned forward and realized she wasn’t wearing any shoes. I stuck out my lips and kissed the top of them. I looked around, and she hadn’t moved, nor said anything. Her husband was staring with a big smile on his face. I decided I had to keep going, so I kissed her foot, again and again.

“Mmm… what a good little bitch you are,” Sharon said. “Use that tongue, I want you to lick between my toes.”

I did as she asked, sticking out my tongue and getting between her smelly toes. Salt rushed to my brain as I pondered just how much she sweat in her day to day, heaving around what had to be a quarter of a ton of weight. The stench from her feet was beginning to grow, to the point that I almost retched, but I held it in.

“The other one,” she said.

I moved over and worked on the other foot. It was no better, but I took some initiative and kissed it more up her leg. I didn’t want to seem subordinate though, so I went back down and worked the toes.

“He’s really just a little bitch, huh Honey?” I heard the husband ask.

“He is,” she said. “But he’s a good little bitch, it feels great having him lick my feet clean. No need for a bath now.”

“Honey, it’s so hot watching you dominate that little toy,” the husband said. I could hear some heat in his voice. It was like he was getting turned on watching his fat wife humiliate a small man like me.

“Why don’t you come over here and we can enjoy this together?” she asked.

My eyes lit up. I wasn’t ready for this.