A Circus Dream — slave girl sara.

Another One of My Dreams

The ridges from the cane on her bottom reminded sara she was in for more punishment, in public too, when the final curtain fell tonight.

The PA system was turned up as Michael Jackson belted out “Thriller” and the excitement of the crowd was visible, from the poor people right at the back to the Mayor and his guests at the front.

The circus ring curtains parted and sara joined the rest of the troupe in the opening parade, she rolled in walking and balancing on an inflatable ball, juggling three large knives, just some of the roles she took. She also sold hot dogs and popcorn as the audience filled the Big Top.

The whole show passed too quickly, and the lights dimmed for the final time.

The ringmaster stopped sara dead in her tracks in front of the others.

“You will do your chores and be back in the stable tent at ten o’clock”

He then spoke to everyone, “I want you all in the stable tent at ten please, and sara will pay the price for letting the whole company down last night.”

With that, he walked away. Doyle, the boot boy who looked after all the performer’s costumes, had himself had twenty stripes administered only three days before in the main ring.

It was the last night in that town and it was unanimously decided Doyle had neglected his duties by hanging around the local pubs instead of hanging up the artiste’s costumes.

Although he was the stud of the circus all the girls and the odd boy liked to see his cock bouncing as he took each stripe.

The ringmaster did not stand on ceremony, Doyle bent over in the middle of the ring, naked. He was given his punishment with the whip as the others all watched; they had no option.

When it was over they all began to dismantle the big top.

Doyle did not sleep at all that night and for the next two nights he slept on his tummy.

Another recipient, Petra, an 18-year-old European with the most incredible sense of balance was one of the stars of the show.

She had long blonde hair and the body of an angel.

She was mainly a wire specialist who could juggle and was the target of the knife thrower in the troupe.

Like all in the circus one of the criteria of her being allowed to join was to accept it was a HoH (Head of House) regime for all men under thirty and women of any age.

Petra had decided her wage was not enough so would go to the circus food store after the shows and steal whatever she fancied so did not have to pay for food.

The ringmaster missed very little and noticed some wrappings in the bin outside her caravan.

He made her strip naked and took her to the food store, she admitted everything.

He bent her over one of the barrels used in the act and removed his belt.

Most of us heard it, well at least her screams.

She said later she got the option of his cock or pack up and move out.

The night after she was taken back to the food store told to strip and was whipped in front of everyone.

She was gonna be caned as well but settled for spending the night in his caravan.

During the previous few years most if not all had felt either the hand, hairbrush, cane or ring master’s whip on their bare flesh.

He was devout and lived and breathed HoH, and was certainly the boss of all below him.

He loved the power of the respect he demanded and received, which was only surpassed by his love of spanking a girl’s bare bottom, and the more, the better.

The boys, just three under thirty, were beaten for his enjoyment, and at least once a month, usually with his whip but occasionally his cane, never spanked, he wondered that too ‘Gay’ on a boy’s bottom.

He made sure he had a regular supply too, the five girls in the troupe, all under twenty five, received weekly bare bottomed maintenance, regular reminders and of course a punishment when really out of control, as sara had been the day before.

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The Ringmaster got up the night before in the early hours for a glass of water and heard a noise outside, near one of the trailers. He opened the window quietly and heard sara, it was obvious she was being fucked against the trailer side, nothing wrong with that, she was old enough, but it was one in the morning and curfew for all was midnight.

He slowly opened his caravan door and waited till the guy finished, which was evident with the grunting, he shone his flashlight and the couple were startled.

The shagger legged it and she began to pull her knickers up, “Leave them off” she knew what was coming and as he walked towards his caravan she hurriedly followed, knickers in hand.

“Close the door” he at all times parked his caravan on the edge of the show field next to the trailers, he at all times said for security but all the girls knew it was so when his indulgence was satisfied he never let their screams wake the others.

sara looked to the floor as he pulled a dining chair into the middle of the van,

“Should I strip Sir?”

He glanced at her and nodded as he went to his cane cupboard.

It was her signal and she quickly slipped out of her skirt, wiping between her sticky legs as she did, her jumper and bra quickly followed as she hurried to a corner, hands on head and nipples touching the wall.

He sat on the chair admiring her perfect form. Blonde hair to her shoulder blades, leading to a slim waist and almost unblemished bottom, almost because still just visible were the cane marks from her maintenance five days ago, long legs with a lovely arch at the top showing her tufts of pubic hair.

“Come here”, she turned and stood before him, her superb breasts standing pronounced, her nipples stiff and deep red, they had certainly been well used that night.

He studied her form and she reacted pulling her arms even further back, she knew she was in for at least a spanking so she wondered she may as well enjoy it.

He patted his knee and she obliged in a heartbeat, she was in position within seconds and the first spank landed, and the second, and the third, by the fourth she was welling up and by ten was sobbing.

He stopped and rubbed her bottom as she readjusted herself. His hands rubbed her pussy and pulled her tuft as a stray finger entered her.

Experience told her there would be a hard bulge to press on, and she made full use of it.

The spanking continued and he heard her cumming through her tears, he let her shudders cease and stopped spanking, sara went limp. This he allowed and gave her a minute as he stroked her bottom, down to the top of her legs, she instinctively opened them wider, knowing his stroking would touch her swollen lips again, she was not disappointed.

She was told to stand, hands on head, her superb breasts jumping to her sobs, he pointed to the corner.

Her bottom shone like a beacon from his expert attention.

She heard him get a drink and move the chair.

“Here Girl, it’s late, I will give you something to remember this time” he bent her over; she opened her legs, her lips splitting to show her past excitement.

He gave her six swift strokes of his cane, expertly spaced, then mounted her roughly and fucked her for his pleasure.

“You will be whipped tomorrow after last curtain, in public.”

“Yesss Sssirr.”

She was stunned, in public, she had watched others publicly whipped and dreaded it ever being her.

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The whole business had gathered, he beckoned sara forward, “Strip girl” she knew the others had been dealt with naked, and just hoped she would not have to.

They all watched her slip out of her costume and tights leaving her in a gorgeous bra and panty set of pink lace, not an accident.

He lowered the hook of the block and tackle hanging from the tent scaffolding and as he began to fasten her hands together and hook her up he addressed the ‘Audience’.

“sara put the whole of our circus at peril last night bringing in an outsider who thought it fun to fuck her over the towing trailer.”

He began to raise her hands until she was on tip toes, “and it was after one in the morning. She would now like to tell us something.”

He spun her round a few times, her scarlet-striped bottom still glowing from the night before.

“I am so sorry Sir and so sorry everyone here, I deserve to be whipped.”

He stood back and curled the whip tail around her body, she screamed, the next one’s tip ended on her right nipple, her favourite nipple, then her pussy lips, back, belly, every inch he wanted to hit, he hit, he was very skilful.

She did not feel the last four or five, she had entered a new world and went into relax mode, hanging from the hook.

“Thank you all”, was the signal for the stable to clear, he lowered sara gently down and undid her hands.

He scooped her up and took her to his caravan and laid her over the top of him on his bed.

He stroked her hair and put his other hand between her legs; she opened and took his fingers in.

He soon had her in orgasm, and another, and another.

She woke in his bed, he was stood naked beside the bed, 6 foot 2 of muscular create and a enormous flaccid cock hanging between his legs, she smiled at him, pulled back the covers as he knelt on the bed, she raised herself up and took him in her mouth, he gently grew inside her, she gagged, but kept up to her task.

He pulled out and slipped inside her, wow, what a lucky girl she was to be looked after so well, her frail slender body was tossed about by his energetic thrusts, his back arched, and he filled her with his cum, her multi orgasms mixing with his.

The HoH was satisfied with his discipline and she felt well TiH, (Taken in Hand).