4 comments/ 25203 views/ 19 favorites Awaiting Punishment: The Submissive By: HeyAll Rachel was a submissive. She was the kind of submissive that would make most erotic authors blush. Being whipped. Being spanked. Being claimed. Being ravished. Sometimes by multiple partners at once. She learned to be a slut for pain. Nothing harmful or dangerous. But enough to push herself to the brink. It wasn't always that way. No. It was something she learned. Something she had acquired. And it changed her forever. Part 1 of 3: Poolside Fantasies They laid by the pool together. Best friends since childhood. It was a typical Las Vegas day at the luxury hotel. Bikini clad bodies were around the pool as music played and everyone was having a fun time. Rachel was going to be a bridesmaid for her best friend's wedding. It wasn't an impromptu wedding. It was carefully planned for a small group of close friends and family. Most of the attendees of the wedding had booked their hotels for the entire week to enjoy a small vacation. "I can't believe it," Rachel said in a lazy tone, too relaxed to move. "By the end of the week, you'll be tying the knot in a fairy tale wedding." Cynthia smiled. "And I've managed to find Prince Charming too." "Now I'm starting to hate you." "Did I mention that he's rich beyond belief?" "Bitch," Rachel quipped. "I think it's time to flip over. My skin is getting hot." They agreed. When they flipped over to tan their backs, Rachel noticed small marks on Cynthia's body. They weren't the kind of marks a person would get by accident. No, they were deliberate lines across Cynthia's upper back and shoulders. Rachel thought it was cute, figuring it was a new form of foreplay between her best friend and her fiance. "Did you have a little too much fun last night?" Rachel teased. They both laid comfortably on their stomachs, allowing the sun to work its magic on their white backsides. "What do you mean?" "Those lines on your back. Looks like you've been doing something interesting." Cynthia gave a coy smile. "As it turns out, Frank is full of surprises. He's a man of many interests. And we do everything together." "Gosh, I never knew you were into, whatever it is you've been doing." "Hey, it never hurts to try new things, right?" When Cynthia rested her face, things were quiet for a while. They simply enjoyed the lively Vegas atmosphere, the music, the sounds of people having fun, and the hot sun on their backsides. But Rachel was still curious. "So what was it? Rope play?" "Does it matter?" Cynthia asked. "No, I was just wondering. I had done a similar thing with an ex-boyfriend once. It was a fairly unique experience." Cynthia leaned towards her friend and whispered, "It was a flog. Don't tell anyone, okay?" With that, Cynthia's lips formed a shape which resembled a teasing expression, then she rested her head on the towel, ending the conversation. *** The night was approaching its end. Rachel had returned to her hotel room wearing a party dress and high heels. Exhausted. The small tight-knit group of friends had gone out for dinner and dancing, in celebration of Cynthia's upcoming wedding. The group had all known each other since college. Partying was never really their main thing. They were mostly academics. After college, they had all become professional career women, going their separate ways. But they still remained in touch. Their get-togethers were always a great time. Rachel removed her heels and sat down for a moment to rub her feet. Heels weren't her favorite. She rarely wore them, but for Vegas, it was practically a necessity, she figured. Most of her days were spent wearing a neat office suit. Her career wasn't the most exciting. She was a probate lawyer who had dealt with countless wills & trusts. The career paid decent money, and she was glad to find a job which allowed her to do good work for nice people. As she rubbed both feet, she scolded herself for buying such high heels. Next time, she promised herself, she would be wearing normal open-toed shoes. Before Rachel could change her clothes, there was a knock on her door. It was strange because it was so late at night (at least by her standards). It was room service at her door. She went to her purse and tipped the man $5 dollars for his service. Before leaving, the delivery man stated with the highest priority that everything was confidential. She wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but she nodded anyway. The delivery was a silver plate, with a folded white paper on it, next to a red rose. Rachel sat on the bed and unfolded the handwritten letter: Dear Rachel, You've always been like a sister to me. We've shared so many life experiences together. Now that I'm getting married, I fear that we won't be as close anymore, but maybe there's a remedy. When you saw the marks on my body and inquired about it, I could tell there was a gleam in your eyes, and a curiosity in your voice. It was like you were amazed by the sexual practices that Frank and I shared. I told you it was from a flog. The truth is, you don't know the half of it. I didn't explain myself earlier because I didn't want anyone to hear about it. And maybe I'm just too embarrassed to discuss this face-to-face with you. But let me tell you this: You're beautiful, smart, and fantastic. There are so many admirable qualities to you. It's a shame that you're still single. I want you to feel the same pleasures that I've felt. Write down this number: 13049409 Put it on a note or something. Then show it to an employee of this hotel in the lobby area. But before you do, tear up this note. This is a secret, between me & you, between best friends. Love, Cynthia By far, it was the most unusual thing that's ever happened in their friendship, Rachel thought. It couldn't have been a prank. Cynthia was never that type of person. Cynthia was an open, sweet, and caring person. She wasn't someone who would waste anyone's time with meaningless jokes. The clock read 11:43. It was far too late by Rachel's ordinary standards. But, it was Las Vegas, and the night was still young. Rachel grabbed a hotel notepad on the desk and wrote down the number, 13049409, then she ripped up the confidential letter and threw it in the trash. Despite the aching in her feet, she wore the heels again and went to the elevator. *** There was still plenty of activity in the lobby despite the late hour. Everyone was dressed sharply. There was a small line by the counter. Rachel stood awkwardly holding the note with the number. She had no idea what she would say to the employee. She continued waiting for a few moments until the line was gone, then she quickly went to the counter and showed the note. "A friend gave me this," she said. "I think it's for a package." The employee looked carefully at the number and typed some things on the computer. "It's not a package," the employee replied. "A driver will be here in 10 minutes if you wish." "A driver? For what?" "I'm not at liberty to say. It's your decision." The whole thing felt like a big mystery. Whatever the case, she was already dressed up, and she had to find out. "Sure," Rachel said. "Call the driver. Do I have to pay for anything?" "No ma'am. The costs and arrangements have already been taken care of." They thanked each other and Rachel waited outside of the luxury hotel. Rachel was a bit baffled by the secretive nature of the dealing, but nevertheless, she just accepted things since it was a gift from Cynthia. *** It was a hot night, and good looking people continued to make their way in and out of the hotel. Rachel couldn't understand the night life. It wasn't her thing. Before long, a sleek black BMW came to the driveway of the hotel. The hotel employees let Rachel know that it was the correct vehicle. They opened the door for her without any further explanation. It was all so strange. But there was a strong sense of mystery and excitement which Rachel found alluring. In all their years as friends, Cynthia had never wasted Rachel's time with anything boring. Cynthia was always the 'fun' friend to have, the life of the party, the center of attention. And once again, that was being proved true. Rachel entered the car, and when the door closed, the driver took off. No small talk was exchanged. No pleasantries. The driver had a simple job. Just to drive. So Rachel didn't bother to ask any questions. They headed down the Las Vegas strip. She enjoyed seeing the bright lights, the glitz, the glamour. After a few turns the car reached its destination; a bland looking small building, just outside of the famous Vegas strip. Unlike the hotel or Vegas strip, hardly anyone was around. The place was bland and dry, with very little activity. "We're here," the driver said simply. "I have no idea where we are. Or what I'm doing here." "Knock on the door. It will be explained." Prying information from the driver was useless, since it was already clear that he wasn't a very talkative person. Maybe that was part of his job requirement, she figured. Maybe secrecy was part of the excitement. Rachel left the car. When she closed the door, she was surprised to see the car immediately drive away, leaving her all alone. It was slightly uncomfortable wearing a small dress with high heels, in such a quiet street. There was no where to go except to the front door of the building. She knocked, and it was immediately answered. The door opened and a large bouncer stood blocking the entrance. "Number please," he said. Rachel produced her number- 13049409 The bouncer looked at the number, then to a sheet of paper. "What's your first name?" he asked. "Rachel." "Follow me." Rachel entered and the door was closed behind them. The inside of the building wasn't much better than the outside. It was bland and painfully dull. As they walked down the hall, Rachel wondered what would await her- what kind of surprises Cynthia had in store. So far, the answer wasn't particularly clear. They reached an empty room. "Wait here," he said plainly. He left and closed the door. Rachel waited anxiously for a few minutes. A different door opened. In walked a goddess. A true goddess. She was tall, toned, busty in the right spots, and was dressed in a tight black leather outfit which perfectly hugged her body. She wore black boots. Her hair was pitch black. And her make-up was thick and slightly over-done. It was the look of a dominatrix. The woman was beautiful. And there was no doubt about it. "Thank you for waiting," the woman said in a commanding voice. "I'm Annabelle. You must be Rachel." They shook hands. "That's me." "Pleasure to finally meet you. You look even more attractive in person." Rachel was surprised that the woman knew what she looked like. "You know who I am?" "Just from photographs, and what Cynthia has told me." "And what exactly has Cynthia told you?" Rachel inquired. "That you might enjoy a taste of what we offer." "What exactly is being offered here? Sorry, I'm a bit clueless at the moment. Every seems so tight lipped about all of this." Annabelle gestured to a different closed door. "Let me show you." *** They walked inside together. It was a sex club. Pure and simple. Rachel knew that her best friend could be wild and sometimes adventurous, but she never realized just how much. The club was strategically lit so that it would have the right balance of darkness and light. The walls looked old and there was a rustic feel. There were a few people going in and out of different rooms. What was jarring was the way people were dressed. There was a shirtless man wearing a gimp mask, being led by a scantily clad woman, who pulled him by a collar. There was a woman, who was on a leash, being made to crawl on the floor to a private room. Most wore leather outfits. Some were blatantly naked. Rachel was speechless and in awe of everything she saw. They continued walking until they reached an open area of the club. Dance music played. Strangely dressed people gathered in the center of the area to watch a tall busty woman sodomizing a man with a strap-on. The man was gagged by a ball in his mouth, and he was in a helpless fetal position. The look on his face spoke volumes. Whatever was in his ass must have been large. "What is this place?" Rachel finally asked. "A bondage club. Although we tilt heavily towards the sadomasochistic end of things." "Forgive me, but I'm a lawyer, not a psychologist. What exactly does that mean?" Annabelle licked her lips. "Bondage is about willing dominance & submission. We embrace the same consensual philosophy. However, our specialty is more towards the aspect of pain & pleasure." "Sounds intimidating." "It's not once you're comfortable." Rachel continued watching the man being sodomized. The woman pounded his ass viciously, without mercy. His face grimaced as the strap-on violated him anally, with something that must have been obscenely large. "This isn't for me," Rachel said, trying to sound calm about what she was watching. "Thank you for your time." "Very well. Not everyone has an appetite for this. I'll escort you out." Rachel turned her eyes away. They walked back from where they came. There was nothing but silence between them. As much as Rachel tried, she couldn't get the lewd image of the man being sodomized out of her mind. When they neared the entrance, Annabelle told an employee to get a driver. "You will be taken back soon," Annabelle said. "Thank you. And I apologize if I'm being rude. My friend Cynthia is the adventurous one, not me." "Maybe you're adventurous too. You just don't know it yet." Rachel gave a forced smile. "What I saw back there was...nevermind..." "Tell me. I'm always interested in hearing feedback." "It was a bit cruel. Don't you think? That man looked like he was in agony." "Yet he always comes back for his weekly sessions," Annabelle replied. "They always do." "Well, I can't imagine why he'd want that done to him." Annabelle raised an eyebrow. "That's because you didn't see the best part. If you had stayed until the end, you would see that he cums in rivers. All from being fucked in the ass by the 9 inch plastic cock." It was a jarring number. Rachel briefly felt sorry for the man. A car arrived. Another black BMW. This time, with a different driver. "That ride is for you," Annabelle said. "It will take you back to the hotel." "Thank you for showing me around. Have a good night." Annabelle put her hand on Rachel's shoulder. "Ask yourself, Rachel, are you sexually fulfilled? Do you need excitement in your life? If so, come back tomorrow night. You know exactly how to get here." With that, Annabelle gave a seductive wink and walked away. Rachel was stunned for a moment. Then she went towards the black BMW, which immediately drove her back to the hotel. During the car ride, her pulse raced. The seductive look on Annabelle's face was etched into her mind. The question still lingered: Are you sexually fulfilled? *** The group of friends were by the pool the next morning. There was five of them in total. All laying on the neatly arranged lounge chairs. They made their usual small talk, gossip, and gave praise to Cynthia for the Vegas marriage. Throughout their group discussions that morning, Rachel was dying to ask about the bondage club, but there was never an opportunity. Until, the three other women got up for a quick drink. Cynthia and Rachel continued laying on the lounge chairs, alone, and Cynthia flashed a knowing expression, as if she anticipated a private conversation. "What was that all about?" Rachel asked. "Last night I mean." "It was a gift. I'm sorry to hear that you've turned it down." "How much did that cost anyway?" "Let's just say, thank God my fiance is rich." "That expensive?" Rachel replied. "Who would have thought. That place looked so cheap and creepy." "I can't argue with you on that. But the high price is for anonymity. People go there for discretion. Those people aren't average club goers. They're doctors, lawyers, executives, and managers. All with a particular fetish. A harmless one." "It didn't look harmless to the guy getting sodomized," Rachel quipped. Cynthia smiled, "I see you've met Jonathan. Very nice guy. He's a bank manager here in Vegas." "You know people there by name? My goodness, Cynthia, how long have you been going to that place?" "I've only been there 3 times. Twice last year. And once the other day. That's where I got those lines on my back. Frank was the one who introduced me to that place." Lewd thoughts briefly swirled through Rachel's mind, imagining her best friend and her fiance going to a bondage club together, doing god knows what. "I don't even want to ask about that," Rachel replied, shaking her head. They saw their friends coming back, drinks in hand, and their private conversation had to end. "Look, Rach, I care about you. I really do. All I'm saying is that you need to be a little more open minded. We're in Vegas a few more days. Make the most of it. It's like the old saying, 'what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.' Okay?" The other friends returned to their seats on the lounge chairs. The conversations then returned to much lighter topics. Part 2 of 3: Sex Club Punishment It was 10:48 pm. She was all alone in her hotel. Nothing was good on tv. And she was upset with herself for not bringing any books to read. The only thing interesting on her mind was the sex club. Both Cynthia and Annabelle were right: Rachel was sexually unfulfilled, lived a bland life, and she would only be in Vegas a few more days before heading home. She got out of bed and put a few touches on her make-up. She put on another dress. A sexier one than she wore for dinner. She wore a different pair of high heels that she bought earlier that day. It was much easier on her feet. After a quick glance in the mirror, she was ready for the club. *** The same code number worked again. She simply showed it to an employee in the lobby, and a black BMW came to pick her up. Once again, it was a different driver, and she wondered how many drivers worked for that particular club. The ride to the club felt different. This time, she knew exactly what to expect. And that wasn't necessarily a good thing. It made her nervous. She wondered what sorts of crazy things she would witness that night. When she arrived to the destination, she didn't need to show her password anymore. The bouncer had remembered her face. Rachel was allowed to enter and wander as she pleased. She still didn't know what her goal was. She just wanted to be there. The atmosphere was the same as before. People wandered around the different rooms. The environment was sexually charged. Lust was in the air. Rachel could practically smell the sex. And she could almost smell the fumes of fresh cum. "All alone, babe?" a man's voice said behind her. She turned to see a man in his 50's, clean cut, good looking, with a leather outfit. "I'm just looking." "Babe, so am I. I've been looking all night. I guess we've found each other." Rachel froze for a second. "Look, I don't want to be rude, but I'm just browsing. That's all." "No one comes here to browse, babe," he replied, his eyes looking her over. "So what are you? You seem like a bottom." "A bottom?" "Do you like it in the ass? Down your throat?" "I...I..." "Come on, babe, don't be shy." Annabelle came and interjected herself in the conversation. "She's just browsing," Annabelle said with an elegant demeanor. He nodded. "Of course. Pardon me, ladies." Awaiting Punishment: The Submissive With that, the man left. Rachel and Annabelle looked each other in the eyes, knowing that their time together was just beginning. "Thanks for saving me," Rachel said. "That was strange." "Well, you're in a strange place. Nobody comes here just to browse. Anyone that comes here has sex on their minds. Everyone is looking to fuck." Rachel admired Annabelle's appearance. The goddess was dressed similar to yesterday, but with a different black leather outfit. Her make-up was still heavy, but done in a slightly different manner. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. "I'm here to look around." Annabelle shrugged. "Of course you are. You show up in a short dress and high heels, and you're looking to browse. Let's be honest, Rachel." "I don't know what I'm doing here," she admitted. "That's a start. Why don't we take a walk? I'll give you a tour." "Sounds like a plan." *** The sex club didn't feel as disgusting or vile as before. She understood it more. She understood that people went there for a temporary release. It was a right that all adults had. They walked around the club together. Dance music played. In the main hall, people gathered to watch a man shoving his obscenely large penis down some poor woman's throat. The woman was naked and mascara ran down her face from the gagging and tears. She gave her best effort. "I knew you would come back today," Annabelle said. "How?" "Everyone comes back. People have a natural curiosity towards taboo sex. Especially when it's discreet." Rachel nodded. "I think you're right." They continued watching the man shove his cock down the woman's throat. "We can watch something else. The real action is in the private rooms." "I'm almost afraid to ask." Annabelle raised an eyebrow. "Care to find out?" "Would it be okay if I watched other people?" "All of the rooms allow voyeurism. There are small windows for people to watch. Some people simply leave the door open, so others can actually join. So, Rachel, shall we have a look?" There was a deer-in-the-headlights expression on Rachel's face for a brief moment. Everything she had witnessed so far was only the beginning. And for some reason, she was curious to see more. "I'd like to have a look." Annabelle winked. "Let's get started. It's time for the real tour." *** The door was closed for the first room. But there was a small window to allow viewing. Inside, a naked woman was bent over, completely bound, while another woman repeatedly struck her bottom with a flog. Each strike was harder than the last. Rachel wondered if Cynthia had the same treatment. "Beautiful sight, isn't it?" "Why would any woman enjoy that?" Rachel asked with a genuine curiosity. "To echo your words from yesterday, 'I'm not a psychologist.' People like what they like. We simply provide the tools in a safe environment." The woman who was being flogged began to scream. Loud screams. It was unquestionably painful. And Rachel turned her head away. Annabelle led Rachel a few steps down the hall, to the next room. They saw two men in a room, and a naked woman kneeling. The men used clothing clips on her nipples, and on her labia. After a series of clothing clips were attached to her body, she began to perform oral sex on both men. "Can you believe that the guy on the left is the woman's husband?" Annabelle said in a slightly playful manner. "Why would any husband arrange this?" "This wasn't the husband's idea. It was the wife's." Rachel was surprised that any woman would have such a fantasy. They went to the next room. The next room had two women in dominatrix outfits, and a naked young man, who was bent over. One of the women sodomized the man from behind, using a strap-on. The other woman stood in front of the man, also wearing a strap-on, and she made him perform oral sex on it. "There's no shortage of submissive men here," Rachel noted. "In a bondage club, men don't have to be masculine, and women don't have to be feminine. You can be anything. That's the beauty of our lifestyle." They continued watching the man being ravished on both ends. "Looks painful." "You want to see painful?" Annabelle asked rhetorically. "Let's go to the next room." They walked towards the end of the hall. The door was wide open. Inside the room was a naked woman who was spread eagle, arms & legs tied to each post of the bed. She was blindfolded. A large man was on top of her, fucking away. There was a line of 7 men, all naked, stroking their large cocks. All of the men were waiting for a turn. "The open door means anyone can join," Annabelle said. "Care to have a turn? You can wear a strap-on and fuck her in any hole." Rachel blushed. "No thanks." The man on top orgasmed. He grunted a few times, then he got up and went to go clean himself. No time was wasted, and the next man climbed on top of the naked & bound woman. "Her name is Sabrina. She's a very sweet person. Can you believe her husband is a Christian Minister?" Rachel gasped. "Oh gosh, you're kidding? Does he know?" "Well, he's third in line. Why don't you ask him how he feels about this?" Rachel turned away and shook her head. "I need some fresh air." "It's okay. It's okay. I'll take you outside." *** There were only a few people in the parking lot area. Rachel stared out into the night. Unlike the Vegas strip, behind the sex club was mostly dark. "I wish I had a cigarette," Rachel complained. "But I quit a few years ago." "Everyone has a vice. Smoking is terrible for you. Maybe you should find a new vice." "Like what? The stuff that goes on in your club?" "Why not?" Annabelle replied. "It's safe, consensual, and people leave with a sense of emotional fulfillment." "I didn't mean to sound harsh. I really appreciate you taking the time to show me around. And for better or worse, I'll never forget some of the things I saw during this trip." "How many more days are you in Vegas?" Annabelle asked. "Three. Cynthia is getting married soon, and after that, I go home." "Three days in Vegas gives us enough time." Rachel arched her eyebrows. "Time for what?" "To convert you. Fully. You're obviously intrigued with everything that you've been seeing. Otherwise, you wouldn't have spent so much time here. I can tell by the look in your eyes that there's a genuine curiosity." "I wouldn't deny that," Rachel replied. "The majority of clients that come to this club are visitors to the city. Ordinary people who are looking for escape. Sexual escape. Something fun. Something they'll always remember. That's what this club provides." "Why are you encouraging me so much? Your business looks like it's doing pretty well. You don't need a prude like me." "A few reasons," Annabelle said after a moment of thinking. "First, Cynthia has already paid generously for you to participate here. Secondly, I really like Cynthia, and I want to respect her wishes. Third, I sincerely want to help you." Just then, Rachel thought about her best friend's wishes. She thought about the personal letter that Cynthia had written, and their conversation by the pool. "What did Cynthia want?" "She wants to see you punished," Annabelle gleefully replied, licking her lips in the process. "Punished?" "Yes, punished. But not in a vengeful way. The good way. The kinky type of punishment. The kind that will leave a puddle between your legs." "And bruises and marks on my skin," Rachel said coldly. "The pain is a necessary part in achieving pleasure. At least in our form of bdsm. Your dear friend Cynthia wouldn't have referred you to this club if she didn't wholeheartedly agree." Rachel stood silently for a few short moments, thinking about her best friend. They had known each other since they were young. They shared everything together; their thoughts, their confessions, their secrets. They trusted each other with everything. Always. And now there was this. Rachel stood confused next to a goddess, in the parking lot of a bondage club. In a brief moment of reflection, she decided to let go. She would only be in Vegas a few short days. Maybe it was time to live? "I'd like to start slow," Rachel said. "Nothing too painful at first. I don't like pain. Then we can, you know, pick things up. Cynthia's big wedding is in two days, and I don't want any marks on my upper body." Annabelle smiled. "Those terms sound fair. Now, pull your top down." "Excuse me?" "Show me your tits. I've wanted to see them since we first met." "Shouldn't we go inside first?" "No, because I don't want to. I want us to start out here. And if anyone sees us, who cares? We're in the fucking parking lot of a sex club." After a brief sigh, Rachel pulled her top down, exposing her pert little breasts, with its small brown nipples. Annabelle licked her lips at the sight of it. "Are your nipples sensitive?" Annabelle asked. "They are." "So you play with them when you masturbate, I'm assuming." Rachel nodded. "I do." "Do you pinch them?" "Not too roughly. I just play with them." "Pinch them," Annabelle commanded. "Right here, right now. I want to see your pain threshold. Once I know, I'll plan something special for you tomorrow." There was no point in debating any longer since her small tits were already exposed. She used both hands to pinch both nipples. Not too hard. Just enough to cause a little pain. She didn't bother to look at them. She didn't want to see her nipples being mashed by her own fingers. "Is that the best you can do?" Annabelle asked, eyebrow raised. Rachel tried a little bit harder, and Annabelle scoffed. "Maybe I should give it a try," Annabelle said. "Why not?" Rachel replied, moving her hands away. With the tits uncovered, Annabelle reached forward and massaged them. Then she used her strong fingers to tightly pinch Rachel's small nipples. There was a grimacing look on Rachel's face, but Rachel didn't want to appear weak. Instead, Rachel just took the pain. Annabelle released both nipples after a while. "Not bad for a novice," Annabelle said. Rachel soothed her breasts. "I guess that's a compliment." "Come back tomorrow. I'll arrange something special for you." Rachel fixed her dress, covering her boobs. "I'll be here." "Excellent. And there's something else you should know." "What?" "I love breaking-in new clients," Annabelle said with a sultry voice. "It's my favorite thing in the world. So now you've had fair warning." Rachel stood mesmerized at the expression on Annabelle's face. It was clear that the goddess was completely turned-on at the moment. Part 3 of 3: The Bondage Seat The next night. It was like any other Las Vegas night. Lights, glitz, glamour. People dressed up looking to have fun. Looking for sex. It was also the night that Rachel would learn to properly receive punishment. She had bought a new dress that day. The group of friends had gone out shopping, and everyone was surprised that Rachel bought something so small & sexy. Rachel said the small dress was for a future occasion, but Cynthia knew the truth. Rachel put the finishing touches on her appearance. Her hair was neatly done. Nice perfume. High heels. And she wore a lot more make-up than usual. When it was done, Rachel looked like a high-class call girl, she thought. She was worried that the people in the hotel might think she was a whore, but she was leaving in a few short days anyway. She went down to the lobby and showed them the secret number again. It was still valid, and a ride was coming. As she waited, more heads turned than usual. Men were checking her out. Women were checking her out too. A black BMW came to pick her up. Once again, it was a different driver. It wasn't long before Rachel found herself in the same position as the previous days; scantily clad in a sexy dress, giving her number to the bouncer, and entering the exclusive bondage club. This time, however, she came with purely sexual intentions. *** Rachel came face-to-face with the goddess again. They stood in the lobby area. Annabelle wore a more revealing outfit; tight leather pants, black boots, and a leather tank top. Her long hair was down, hanging freely. "You showed up," Annabelle said. "I was beginning to have doubts and I wasn't sure if you had the balls." "I like to refer to my courage as girl power rather than balls." Annabelle smiled, "Cute." "You know, Cynthia's wedding is tomorrow. When we were young, we had an inside joke we called girl power. We mentioned it anytime we had to do something scary, like go to the dentist, or give a speech in class." "Sounds like you'll need it again. Ready for your first taste?" "Ready as I'll ever be." The two women walked side-by-side, with their arms wrapped together. They entered the sex club on a particularly busy night. There was an abundance of couples & singles going in and out of different rooms. Dance music played loudly in the background. In the center of the room, a small crowd gathered to watch an orgy. Three men, three women, all going at it. Cocks were being shoved in any available hole. Mouths were licking any available pleasure spots. "Oh my gosh," Rachel softly gasped. "You've come on the perfect night, it seems. There's no shortage of bodies." Rachel gulped. "What if this isn't for me?" There was a tense sound in Rachel's voice, and suddenly the facade of confidence seemed to disappear, which Annabelle seemed to take pleasure in. "Then say the safeword, and it will end." "What's the safeword?" "The safeword is, Temptress. If you say that, all of the pain and punishment you'll feel tonight will suddenly end. However, so will the wonderful orgasms. Life changing orgasms. The kind you've never felt before." "How do you know I've never felt orgasms like that before? Maybe you're being a bit presumptuous." Annabelle smiled, "Honey, I sized you up the moment we met. Cynthia has also told me all of your secrets. Not for malicious reasons. I inquired all about you. I always like to be well prepared before punishing a new client. I'm a professional, after all." "Seems like it," Rachel hesitantly nodded. "Enough talk. Remove your dress." Rachel looked around at the busy sex club. There must have been at least 30 people roaming the area. "Here? Now?" "What's the matter? Are you afraid someone might steal that slutty dress you're wearing?" "That's the least of my concerns," Rachel replied. "Shouldn't we go to a room first?" "As a reminder, no one gives a shit if you're naked. You're in a sadomasochistic club, remember? There's a gang bang a few feet away from us. There are gang bangs in some of those rooms. People are being flogged and whipped as we speak. Do I have to remind you of all this?" "No," Rachel said sheepishly. "Good. Then remove your dress. Leave it on the floor, where it belongs. From this point, you're only allowed to wear your heels." Deep down, Rachel wanted to scream the safeword. Scream it at the top of her lungs, then get the hell out of there. But another part of her wanted to obey. She would be leaving Vegas soon. The trip was almost over. There was no point in arguing. The curiosity had won. It wasn't hard to remove the dress. She simply let it fall to the floor. Next, she unclasped her bra, also letting it fall to the floor. Her pert breasts exposed. Nipples hard. Finally, the panties came down, and she kicked them away, revealing a freshly shaved pussy. And there she was, naked, in a sadomasochistic bondage club. "Exquisite," Annabelle noted. "You have a nice body. And you make a good slave. Now get down on your knees. Crawl." The moment Rachel got on her knees, people began to notice her. Heads turned to watch. People wondered who Annabelle's new toy was. "This way," Annabelle said. The goddess walked to a room. Rachel followed, on her knees, crawling like a dog while people watched. Her knees were painful. The humiliation felt worse. But, the desired effect happened. She became aroused for some reason. Rachel followed Annabelle's lead and crawled into a bland looking room. No one was inside. There was a bed, a few pieces of furniture, and a few simple things which were designed to inflict harm (the good kind). "Crawl over to that chair, like a good slave," Annabelle ordered. "Have a seat and get comfortable." The act of obeying became easier. Especially since no one else was there to watch the humiliating acts (although the door was still open). Rachel crawled to the chair, then sat on it. It wasn't a normal chair. It was special. It was a metal chair that was bolted to the floor in the center of the room. There was a round hole on the bottom of the seat, which was big enough for things to be inserted through. Rachel wondered what the hole was for, but really, she didn't want to know. The metal felt cold against Rachel's bare bottom. Her back felt the coldness, and so did her arms when she used the armrest. "Next come the straps," Annabelle said. "You're going to be restrained to the chair. This is where things get interesting. When I told you that I enjoy breaking-in new submissives, I meant it. You'll see." There were arm straps on the chair, which Annabelle used to lock Rachel's wrists. Rachel's ankles were also restrained on the bottom of the chair. It was a nervous moment for Rachel. It was the kind of feeling she would have before a roller coaster ride would start. Her heart pounded. Her breathing became heavier. Her eyes remained forward, staring at the empty wall. Rachel snapped back to reality from a loud cracking sound in the room. She turned to see Annabelle, a smiling goddess, holding a flog. It was a black stick with several leather straps hanging from it. The flog was swung again, striking the table, which made another loud cracking noise. "What are you going to do with that?" Rachel asked nervously. "Are you scared?" "Yes." "Are you going to use the safeword?" "Not yet." Annabelle walked towards the bound submissive. "I'm going to whip your tits. A little around your stomach. Maybe on your vagina. Now, are you going to use the safeword like a little bitch? Or are you going to enjoy it?" For a brief moment, Rachel wondered how a sane person could possibly enjoy something like that. As she looked at the intimidating flog, she wondered if her best friend had endured the same treatment. "Has Cynthia done this?" Annabelle grinned. "Darling, Cynthia is the one who told me to flog you. Punishment, remember? It's Cynthia's favorite. She's a flog slut. If you're brave enough, you'll be one too." The flog aimed towards Rachel's breasts, giving a few practice swings first. The first strike wasn't so bad. It was purposely soft. A feeler. Rachel was scared, but she knew that Annabelle would never hurt her (at least not too badly). The second strike was a little stronger. Enough to leave a small sting. The third strike was aimed at Rachel's left breast, which stung her sensitive nipple. The fourth strike was aimed at Rachel's right breast, leaving both nipples stinging. Rachel's body tensed onto the metal chair and her hands made tight fists. She was hurting, but she didn't want to show it. She wanted to appear brave, no matter how hard that was. "Still holding out?" Annabelle asked. "Are you trying to make me quit?" "No. I just want to make you cum. And stimulate myself in the process. Now relax, here's where the real fun begins." The flog was aimed back, then with a strong swing, the ends of the flog slapped powerfully across Rachel's chest, making her cry. Her skin had an intense stinging feeling, but the real pain was on her nipples. Awaiting Punishment: The Submissive Another strike came. Then another. Rachel wondered how anyone could possibly enjoy that. Her sensitive nipples had always been an erogenous zone for her. They were a part of her that could be stimulated for pleasure. But at that very moment, it was nothing but pain. Then in a brief moment of relief, Rachel watched Annabelle put the flog down on a nearby table. But that feeling of relief ended when Annabelle picked up a pair of clothing clips. "What are you going to do with that?" Rachel asked in a slightly high-pitched voice. "Well, these are clothing clips. And there aren't any clothes around. So I guess your precious little nipples will have to do." There was a strange sense of delight on Annabelle's face as she pinched open the clothing clips. She bent down to Rachel's bare breasts, and she gently closed each clip around Rachel's small brown nipples. When the clips squeezed, Rachel felt a sharp burning pain on her nipples. It was like torture. Her face grimaced, revealing how much pain she felt. Annabelle picked up the flog again and walked behind Rachel. The pain flowed through Rachel's body. But then, Rachel felt a hand reach down and touch her vagina through the open hole in the chair. It rubbed and caressed her pussy. "Like that?" Annabelle teased. "Yes." Of course she did. It was a much welcomed relief. Annabelle continued rubbing. "Feels good, doesn't it? It's a beautiful contrast. The pain in your tits, my soothing fingers on your cunt. Do you like it?" "Yes, I do." "Pain and pleasure. That's our motto here." The hand moved away, which left Rachel with a sense of disappointment. She couldn't see Annabelle, who was still standing behind her, so she didn't know what to expect next. Suddenly, a loud cracking sound echoed in the room, accompanied by a sharp pain in Rachel's pussy. Annabelle had swung the flog below, which whipped Rachel's pussy & asshole through the open hole. It was a fiery pain which made Rachel lose her breath for a moment. Then came another swing. Rachel screamed. Another swing. Rachel cried. Her pussy and asshole had been whipped several times by the ends of the flog. Tears flowed, but she tried to hold it in. The flogging stopped, and Annabelle licked her fingers and rubbed Rachel's privates. The saliva felt cool, the rubbing felt soothing, and it eased the pain in Rachel's pussy and asshole. It felt nice. Annabell's fingers went inside Rachel's pussy, and it felt even better. Footsteps approached, then the fingers were pulled out. "Is this a private affair?" a man asked by the door. Rachel turned her head to see the same clean cut leather-clad man who had approached her the day before. She was mortified being naked & bound in front of him. "You know the rules," Annabelle said to the man. "Anytime the door is open, that means visitors are welcome to join or watch." He nodded. "We'd like to join, if that's okay." "The rules of the club are okay with that." The man smiled and entered with a friend, another man, who was also around the same age range. Both of them were dressed in leather outfits, and Rachel's eyes widened, knowing that her night of bondage was about to become a lot more intense than originally planned. Annabelle put the flog down and stood in front of Rachel. "Tonight has become more interesting," Annabelle grinned. "What's the game here?" the man asked. "We don't want to be rude." Annabelle thought for a moment. "Well, I've already handled her tits. I've already whipped her pussy and ass. I suppose that leaves her mouth. She has pretty lips, and I'd like to see them sucking on something hard." A gentle fear went through Rachel's body. She looked at the two men, who were grinning, eager to have their cocks sucked by a bound naked woman. "Oral sex it is," the man smirked. The two leather clad men wasted no time in undoing their pants. Within moments, their hard cocks were revealed, and they stroked themselves briefly, getting themselves even harder. "Stand on each side of her face," Annabelle ordered. "Let her take turns sucking both of you. Gentle at first. Then I want to see some deep-throat action. Make her gag. Make her cry. Then cum in her mouth. Tonight is rather special. She's a bridesmaid tomorrow." "Got it. Thank you Mistress." The men continued grinning and stroking their cocks. They walked to Rachel. They stood on each side of her face. Their cocks mere inches away from Rachel's lips, and her heart pounded. She had never been with two guys before. She had fantasized about it before, sure, but she never expected it to happen. "Having second thoughts?" Annabelle asked Rachel, eyebrow raised. "No, it's just...it's just..." "Open your lips. Stop talking, start sucking." Rachel opened her lips without thinking, and the man used his fingers to turn her head, and he shoved his erection inside her mouth. There was no foreplay or feeling out process. He just shoved it in. Rachel closed her lips around the shaft and sucked. It was bigger than anything she had ever sucked in the past. With her arms strapped to the metal chair, she couldn't move. All she could do was suck, and slightly bob her head in a back & forth motion. "Don't be greedy," Annabelle said to the man after a while. "Take turns. Sharing is very important." The man reluctantly pulled out of Rachel's mouth, and he pushed her head to the other side, allowing his friend to have a turn with the hot mouth. Rachel sucked the other man. She looked up at him. Their eyes locked with her lips around the man's cock. There was no love in his eyes. No care. No emotional connection. No. It was just lust. Pure adult lust. Lust had taken control. She learned to emotionally let go. She decided not to be a prude for that moment in time. Why not be a slut? No one would ever know. It was her chance to live out a hot fantasy. So she sucked with even more vigor and intensity. Her head bobbed further, causing the man to groan. The first man became jealous, and pulled Rachel's head towards his direction again, then he shoved his big cock in Rachel's eager mouth. "I had no idea you were such a cock sucking slut," Annabelle said as she was pleasantly surprised. "I think it's time we take things up a notch. Gentlemen, make her gag." "With pleasure, Mistress." For each turn the men had, they shoved their cocks further down Rachel's throat. As far down as they could go. She gagged. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She made loud gurgling noises. She nearly threw up a few times. But using the safeword never crossed her mind. During the oral assault, the men groaned as they fed Rachel their cocks. They hurled a slew of vulgar and demeaning comments her way: "God, this bitch has a hot mouth." "I could use her throat for hours." "She's pretty when she cries." "She's even prettier with my dick in her mouth." On that particular day, at that particular time, those words were a turn-on for Rachel. An extreme turn-on. She had never been so wet. She had never been so excited. She didn't care how badly her nipples ached from the clothing clips. All she cared about were the cocks in her mouth, and the aching inside her pussy. The men grunted harder. The end was inevitable, especially with the way that Rachel had performed. "It's time," Annabelle said to the men. "We don't have all night. Don't waste a drop either." Rachel was ordered to open her mouth. She did. She was ordered to tilt her head back. She did. The men were ordered to cum inside. They gladly obeyed. Spurt after spurt of cum shot inside of Rachel's open mouth. The men climaxed at the same time, and aimed perfectly towards the hole. A small pool of hot white cum began to form. Rachel was told to hold it there. When the men finished, Rachel's mouth nearly overflowed with cum. It was warm, fresh, and gooey. She tried her absolute hardest not to gag. When she was finally told to swallow, she did. In one big gulp, the cum disappeared. Down her throat. Towards her stomach. Gone, forever. The men were spent. Their cocks turned flaccid, still wet with saliva. All Rachel could do was look at Annabelle, who was standing in front of her. Rachel realized that she must have looked like a complete whore to everyone in the room; she was naked, completely bound, mascara running, and she had just swallowed a massive load of cum. "Bravo," Annabelle said, getting on her knees in front of Rachel. "You're a bigger slut than I ever could have predicted. Men, remove the clip. Suck her nipples. It's time we reward her." The men unclipped Rachel's nipples, which was so greatly appreciated. They bent down and sucked them, which felt like an amazing relief. The pain in Rachel's breasts quickly vanished when the men used their mouths to lick and suck the sore nipples. Annabelle reached underneath the hole in the chair, towards Rachel's pussy. Her fingers worked its magic, playing with Rachel's clit and labia. Then occasionally going inside the pussy. A few minutes had passed. Rachel gasped and moaned. All the tell-tale signs of an impending female orgasm came. Her body tensed and tightened. The pressure was building inside. "Oh my god," Rachel groaned. "Oh my god. My pussy. My pussy. Deeper..." In that moment, as Rachel closed her eyes and leaned her head back, she couldn't tell if the night was about to end, or if it was just beginning. ***** The wedding was a small private ceremony. There was less than 20 people in attendance. No expenses were spared. It was the best of everything. Everyone looked their best. Cynthia was a gorgeous bride in a white dress. Vows were exchanged, and Cynthia became a married woman. People applauded. It was a joyous occasion as expected. Rachel was stunning as a bridesmaid. Tears were in her eyes from seeing her best friend married. Underneath her blue dress were the many marks of the bondage session. No one knew that Rachel had whip marks across her breasts and bottom. No one would have expected it either. When the ceremony came to its end, the best friends hugged in a tender embrace. It was a long hug. Rachel brought her lips to Cynthia's ear. "Thank you." They looked each other in the eyes. They smiled at each other. Still holding each others arms from the hug. There was a quiet understanding between them. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.