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A Night at the Club

By: poetichustler8219



It was Friday night and me and a couple of my friends decided to check out this new club. My girlfriend and I had broke up two weeks ago after two years. My boys decided it was time for me to get back on the scene.

The club was okay but I really didn't see any woman that grabbed my attention. My homies, on the other hand were busy on the dance floor or at the bar. I was about to lose all hope until I saw her. A fine ass yellow bone that almost gave a brotha a heart attack. (Now for those who don't know what yellow bone means I will explain. A yellow bone is a light skin black woman.) She was wearing a black tight shirt that made her breast look delicious. Then there was her ass. Oh my god, her ass was similar to the women in a Ludacris or Lil Wayne video. I was wondering how did she even get into her jeans?

I knew I had to make my move quick. It wouldn't be long before she had every man in the club all over her. As I walked over to her I made sure my breath was okay. (Nothing will turn a woman off faster than a man with bad breath.)

She was sitting at the bar sipping on a drink. "How you doing my name is Marcus" I said to her with my hand out. 

"I'm find tonight and my name is Keisha" was her response. 

We made small talk for a while. "Marcus, do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

I was so shocked by the question I couldn't respond. 

She look me in my eyes and told me "Look Marcus, I just found out my boyfriend of five years has been cheating on me with my best friend. I need something or better yet someone to make me forget about him for one night." 

No longer dumbfounded I grab her by the hand and told her when I was done with her she would have amnesia.

We started to head for the exit I didn't even want to waste time letting my boys know I was leaving. I figure I would text them while I was driving the situation. I was driving us back to my place, Keisha began to rub on groin. 

"I want to see what your working with, daddy" is what she said as she unzipped my pants. She pulled out what my boxers were keeping concealed. I could tell by the look of awe in her face that she liked what she saw. See I was what the chicks dubbed as "packin" . I had a dick that was 12 inches long and a thick mushroom head.

Keisha, licked the palm of her and started jerk me off slowly at first. I was trying to keep my eyes on the road but she made it very hard. She made my concentration on the road even harder when she wrap those sexy lips my dick. She went slow at first, moving her head up and down while continuing to pump my dick with her fist. I finally made it to my apartment but I didn't want her stop. She notice that the car stop and picked her head up. 

"We here?" she asked as she continue to jack my dick off. I couldn't even answer all I did was nod yes. She took one last long lick on my dick and placed it back in my pants.

We made it inside of my apartment and before I could offer her a drink she kissed me. The lip gloss she wore had her tasting like strawberries. My hands ran across her body as we continue to kiss. 

"Daddy, I want to taste you." She said as she got on her knees. Keisha pulled my boxers and jeans down to free set free my dick. At this moment my dick was rock hard and point straight toward her face. She then gave the tip of my penis a couple quick kisses. Then Keisha's mouth goes to work on my love rod. She moves up an down on my piece while squeezing my balls. All I could do was run my hands through her hair. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and licked me from balls to shaft. I know their is a myth that black women do not enjoy to give head. Keisha put that myth to rest. She then did what no woman has ever accomplish with me. Keisha deep throated me. It took her a couple tries but she did it. I looked in her eyes as she made my dick vanish in her warm mouth.

"Mami, you are going to make me explode." I warn her. She continues to suck faster. I grab her head and start to fuck her warm mouth. It wasn't long until I erupted in her mouth. Keisha looks up at me and open her mouth to show me what I released. She then swallows my seed with one gulp. 

"That was delicious, daddy." Keisha said as she stroke me.

I had enough I needed to taste this woman. I picked her up off her knees and carried her to my bed. I then laid her on her back and pulled off her jeans. She was wearing black boyshorts panties. I nearly ripped of her panties. I couldn't believe she was shaved. There is nothing more sexier than a shaved vagina. I decided that admire her long enough and buried my face between her legs. The tip of my tongue teased her clit as I slide two fingers inside of her. Keisha let out a loud moan as my thumb rubbed circles on her clit. I took this moment to give Keisha a good tongue fucking. Her hands were rubbing on my head as my tongue slip in and out.

"I want that dick, Marcus. Please feed that big dick to my pussy." Keisha begged. 

I rose from between her legs and we kiss. I still had her wet juices on lips and she still had traces of my cum on hers. I broke away from our kiss and begin to rub my cock against her wet slit. I slapped my dick across her pussy a couple times just to tease her. Keisha must of had enough of the teasing because she grabbed my dick and guided me inside of her. I couldn't believe how wet she was. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I fucked her missionary. She moaned for me to go faster and deeper. I answer her request by putting her legs on my shoulder as I fucked her harder. This position allows my dick to go even deeper. I wonder could Keisha handle me fucking her this hard and deep. She answer my question by spreading her legs even wider.

While she laid on her back legs in the air I sucked her toes as I fucked her. When I did that this drove her wild. Keisha started to shake as I pounded her pussy while licking and sucking her toes. I could feel her pussy get wetter and wetter as my dick continue to slide in and out. I pulled out of Keisha and turn her on her stomach. Keisha knew what was up when lay head down and ass up. I couldn't believe that Keisha's boyfriend would cheat on her. What man would walk away from an ass like that? I wonder. I placed my hands on her hips and began to fuck her from the back. The only sounds were Keisha's moans and her ass smacking against me while I fucked her. 

"Fuck me Marcus, Fuck me harder" she screamed. As my dick continue to punish her pussy. 

"Who pussy is this?" I asked her as I leaned over to kiss her neck. My hands fondle her breast as I fucked. 

"I'm cumming!" Keisha screamed. I was near climax also. Keisha broke out in to spasms when she reached her climax. I continued to fuck Keisha until I empty my seed in her warm wet womb.

We were exhausted and Keisha laid in my arms. I held her tight till she fell asleep. I couldn't help but wonder what would come from this. I kiss her on her lips and hoped I helped her forget the pain she was experiencing.

A Night at the Club



"Hi, how are you?"

I turned and saw a slightly overweight, not-very-attractive man looking back at me.

"Fine."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Fine."

My eyes refocused on the dance floor. Why did I even come to this club any more? Lately there seemed to be a shortage of good looking guys, and in the vacuum I'd been hit on constantly by men too old, ugly, boring, or stupid (or all of the above) to be worth even a short conversation.

Not that I blame them; I'm 24 and a good looking girl. At 5'7" and 120 lbs, I've been told I should be a model. And while I fill out a 34C, have a washboard stomach, heart-shaped ass, and (so I'm told) beautiful legs, I'm busily pursuing a career in finance, and I have more than enough people appreciating my appearance without it being my job.

I smiled to myself as I thought of the skimpy top I was wearing. It was backless except for a small clasp at the bottom, tied around the neck, and scooped low. I couldn't wear a bra with it, but my breasts were more than firm enough to create some very healthy cleavage on their own. Along with a low-cut skirt that revealed my slender hips and the long, toned legs that extended beyond it, I attracted a lot of stares as I entered the club that evening.

"Here you go. My name's John."

Oh right, the guy. I took the drink and had a sip. Screwdriver. Figures the guy would think I'd want something like that.

"What do you do?" he asked, trying to get some return on his investment.

"Financial analyst," I said, dismissively. Assistant really.

He started to talk about himself and what he did for a living, but I wasn't really listening. As I surveyed the club and sipped my drink, I wondered why this guy thought he had a chance. He was at least 40, but his age wasn't the problem. He was simply the least sexy person I could imagine. He was about my height, and had slim shoulders, but also a bit of a belly and a posture that revealed a distinct lack of athleticism. He was slightly balding, his face sort of pudgy and mis-proportioned. He wore slacks that were too short, a white short-sleeved button-down, and a mismatched tie. He was also completely uncharismatic and oblivious to the fact that I was bored out of my mind as he continued to drone on about his work, something about pharmaceutical research.

I was about to make my escape when I sipped the last bit of screwdriver from the glass. John noticed immediately and ordered another (as guys usually do), and as he did, I realized he didn't look quite so bad as before. "Leave it to the alcohol," I thought. But as I looked at him standing there awkwardly, I became aware of a small but pleasant tingling in my breasts, and another in my loins. "Geez, I need to get out more," I said to myself as I turned back towards the crowd.

While John waited for the drinks, I watched people grind against each other on the dance floor. One man's hand was working its way up a girl's skirt; another's shirt was being unbuttoned by his partner. I began to moisten down below as seductive thoughts filled my mind. The tingling in my breasts grew more intense, and spread to my shoulders, back, stomach, and hips. I felt a little flushed; my vagina was aching, not painfully so, but in a way that made it yearn to be filled; and my clitoris was feeling so sensitive that just shifting my legs led to a large dose of stimulation.

About 3 minutes had passed when John cleared his throat to get my attention again. My eyes were closed, my breath short, and I'd started to have small involuntary convulsions as my body became overwhelmed with sexual arousal.

I turned to look at him. He was holding another drink, with a wide crooked smile on his face. Ordinarily I might have described it as creepy, but my thought just then was that it was kind of cute.

"Oh-," I squeaked out as my body flinched with another convulsion. I glanced down at his pants, suddenly curious as to what was underneath.

"Maybe you don't need another drink after all," John said has he smiled even wider and indiscreetly looked me up and down. "There's a hotel next door if you'd like to get a room with me."

In that moment, it sounded like the best suggestion I had ever heard. I nodded quickly and took his hand, leading him out of the club. The hotel was only 30 yards away, but as we entered the lobby and approached the desk, I was frantic, barely able to keep my hands off him. "We need a room," I told the clerk as I pulled out my credit card.

He checked his computer. "We only have a suite. It's $375," he replied curiously, looking from my face to my chest, then over at John, then back.

"Fine," I said without thinking and quickly signed the slip. I looked over at John and felt a rush run through me. Somehow he looked incredibly good. And I was going to have him. Now.

The doors of the elevator were still closing as I took John's head in both hands and started kissing him with a passion I'd never felt before. His lips weren't soft, and his technique was a bit awkward, but it didn't matter; every time my tongue entered his mouth I felt a surge of pleasure. My breasts felt so good pressed against his body, and he had put his arms around me, one hand low on my bare back, the other grabbing my perfectly shaped ass under the skirt.

When the doors opened I was able to stop long enough to make it down the hall, but I fumbled with the key. John calmly took it from me, smiling, and opened the door. The suite was huge, but I was interested in the size of only one thing.

I pulled John to the master bedroom by his tie and threw him down on the king size bed that awaited. I leaned over him, my hands immediately going to work on his belt and pants. John was getting an eyeful while I struggled, my breasts now dangling in plain view down my shirt.

I could feel his erection through his pants and when I finally got them down, a wave of pleasure went through me as I beheld his manhood. He was about average in size, but I was completely enthralled by the cock before me, taking it in my hands and licking it from bottom to top.

When I reached its head I quickly filled my mouth with it, sucking and bobbing as I my lips slid back and forth along its length, wrapping my tongue around it this way and that.

John groaned in pleasure, "Oh God... you're soooo goooood..." 

I felt pride in knowing I was an expert at giving head. While I used one hand to help stimulate his dick, I cradled his balls with the other, occasionally reaching up to run my fingers across his substantial belly and hips. It was as if I was in a trance, with my own excitement somehow feeding off his. Every time his dick hit back of my throat, my sensitivity increased, my body inching closer to orgasm, and because of this, I started bobbing faster, sucking harder as my pleasure grew.

I wasn't even paying attention to John, but after a few minutes, he reached up to untie my shirt, finally revealing my full breasts in all their glory and waking me from my trance.

I decided I had enough of my clothes and, standing up, pushed my shirt, thong, skirt and shoes all off onto the floor in a single motion. John had backed up on the bed to hurriedly shed his clothing too, but stopped when he saw what I had just done.

"Holy shit," he whispered. "You're fucking perfect."

I stood there and smiled as he admired my naked body: six-pack abs, flawless breasts, slender legs, and a neatly trimmed pussy, dripping and open for him, my clit engorged and begging for relief. He didn't have long to look, since at this point I was desperate to get him inside me. I climbed across the bed and pulled off his pants and underwear just as he finished with his shirt.

John's cock was rock hard as I crawled on top of him, his hands moving straight to my breasts. When I felt him brush against my slit, I couldn't stand it any longer. I lowered myself onto him and came immediately with a loud grunt. It wasn't a long orgasm, but it was very intense, my body shuddering with the power of it, my toned abs flexing involuntarily.

When I opened my eyes, John looked concerned, perhaps wondering if that would be it for me. But the climax only increased my excitement, and I started to move him in and out of me. I was already working closer to another orgasm as I felt his thumbs caressing my large nipples. They'd been painfully erect since the club, perked slightly upwards and sitting high on my wide, rounded breasts.

I closed my eyes for the next thrust, then took his wrists with my hands and put them above his head, partially for my own stability as I moved ever faster. My breasts now swayed violently just inches above John's head. "Oh fuck!" I groaned as a surge of pleasure ripped through me and I came again, this time longer and even more intensely.

He took advantage of the pause to sit up on the bed and put his mouth on one breast, a hand massaging the other. John was definitely a breast man and he had come to the right place. He was clumsy, but his tongue on my huge nipple felt amazing. I put my arms around his bald head and wondered how I had become so attracted to this man.

I didn't think about it long though as another orgasm hit me by surprise, the pleasure seeming to flow from deep inside me out to my breasts and extremities. My hands and feet were tingling now, along with my nipples, which were unusually sensitive tonight. I held him close to me, relishing the feeling of my skin against his, his hard cock still sliding in and out of me. It was a feeling of joy that this man was loving me, having me, taking me as his own.

John was still sucking voraciously on my chest, but partly because I was getting tired and partly for a better angle, I leaned back, my stomach stretching out before him, putting my breasts out of his mouth's reach. He cupped one with his right hand and felt down my torso to massage my clit with his left.

I was still gyrating on him and soon after he made contact I came for the 4th time. This one shook me with incredible force and was much longer than the others- so long I had to catch my breath multiple times between the moans as my body spasmed on top of John for nearly a minute. My breasts shook as I repeatedly clamped around his cock and it wasn't long before I could feel it unleash inside me, his hot cum filling me. His body relaxed on the bed but I couldn't stop, my climax seeming never ending and overwhelming me while I rode him.

John could only look on in awe while I continued to gasp in pleasure. He smiled as he savored my slender figure, completely exposed and out of control above him. I was in my own world, completely absorbed in the feeling, unaware of the room around me.

The spasms gradually slowed as I came off the high, but even that monster orgasm wasn't enough to satisfy me. Feeling weak, I rolled off John onto my back and stretched out before him with a yearning look, one arm stretched above my head as I caught my breath, the other already fingering myself again.

"I need more," I said quietly, and John, sitting up and looking over my long legs and still sopping pussy, looked surprised.

"Are you sure?" he asked. He looked worn out and I remembered thinking how unathletic he seemed back at the club. It didn't matter right now. Here was a man that for some reason I found incredibly attractive, with a cock that had just given me the most pleasure I had ever experienced, and I wanted more! Still breathing heavily, I spread my legs, opening myself up and putting him between them.

"Fuck me again. Please! I need you inside me again. Make me yours." I must have been quite a sight- a beautiful young woman, on my back, naked, my large breasts resting atop my chest, my abs flexed, my long legs spread wide, with one hand massaging my clit, begging him to fuck me....

His cock, which had begun to soften, twitched back to life, and he leaned forward to suckle one breast again. Doing so put his manhood within reach so I took it in my free hand, still touching myself with the other, and massaged it gently. A wave of satisfaction and anticipation ran through me as I gradually felt it fully harden. John stopped sucking to look over me again and watch as I desperately worked his cock, hoping he would bless my pussy with its presence.

He slowly ran one hand over a breast, then down my tight stomach, over one hip, and along the inside of my leg. "Unbelievable," he said. "You are so perfect. Your body... just incredible..." He trailed off. I looked back at him, my eyes desperate, needing him to touch me more, needing him to fuck me. He smiled again. "And you want me, don't you? Want me more than anyone you've ever wanted?"

I was so horny now I could hardly stand it. I looked at him, with his balding head, crooked smile, slight pot belly and average dick, and thought, "Yes. Yes, I do. I want him inside me. I want him more than anyone I've ever wanted."

But I couldn't speak. My body was simply aching to be fucked; like at the club, pulses of pleasure were shooting through me, forcing involuntary convulsions of my abs and ass. I was breathing heavily now, my nipples erect, my cunt dripping with lust, longing for attention. I was in heat and could think of nothing else. My response was choppy.

"Yes... God, yes... Just please... fuck me. I... need you to... fuck me."

He mercilessly looked me over again for what seemed like an eternity, then moved forward, his cock ever nearer. My legs were already spread wide and I wrapped them around him, powerfully pulling myself towards him.

As soon as it was close enough I put the head of his dick in my entrance and flexed my legs to immediately get full penetration. "Ungh!" I groaned. It felt amazing having him inside me again, as though a great thirst had finally been quenched. I put my arms around him and pulled him to me, clawing at his back and using my legs to drive him into me.

I felt my eyes roll back as an orgasm rocked my body, my arms falling away half way through. He kept thrusting and almost before it was over, I felt another climax building. It wasn't exciting sex, but I didn't notice. All I could feel was the pleasure, the desire for more, as if my brain's entire focus was the overwhelming deepness of the physical bliss.

With each thrust, every part of my body throbbed with the sensation, seemingly in slow motion. My breasts swayed on my chest, my large nipples still very erect. My legs were so aware of the man between them, my smooth skin warm and loving his touch.

I came again, this time even more aware of myself contracting around his cock, massaging it further inside. My face was contorted, my eyes closed, a long moan sounding deep in my throat as my legs continued to force him into me. I reached to grab his ass, trying to make him thrust harder, faster in me. What I felt was overwhelming, another world, too much for this one as I became consumed by my body and what was happening to it.

It was all John could do to maintain control, as he drank in the sights of my slender body beneath him, the motion of my breasts with each thrust, and of his own hard cock penetrating me.

At this point John was an afterthought, but when I felt his dick swell, about to explode in me again, it took things to yet another level. Now my thoughts were only on his cock, and it filling me with his seed; the image of his hot cum bathing my insides sent me over another ledge. I inhaled, clenched around him, continuing to force him into me with my legs, and let out a long deep moan as I began my 7th orgasm of the night.

"Oh fuck!" he choked out as he erupted inside me. Each time his cock flexed, pumping semen into me, my euphoria grew deeper- my brain hardly even registering the source of the pleasure, just knowing that I was experiencing the greatest bliss of my life.

John was still inside me, and still thrusting even though his dick had begun to soften. He caressed one breast with his left hand, supporting himself with his right, and kneaded it, taking in its softness in contrast to my still-flexing stomach. My arms had long since dropped off him again, my eyes and head hazily rolling back and forth. I was alternating between arching my back and contracting my stomach; the pleasure was totally overwhelming my senses.

John decided to pull himself out as my orgasm gradually subsided. My mind was focused on the sensations still working inside me- small aftershocks compared to the previous earthquakes, yet still powerful spasms of ecstasy. My finely-toned body was laid out before him, naked and completely vulnerable, my long toned legs still spread wide, my large chest heaving, nipples still painfully erect, breathing heavily and completely exhausted. I was too tired to move, much less cover myself, and I didn't care.

John stood up and retrieved a small camera from his pants. He took a few photos of me from different angles, strategically putting me in various positions to get the shots he wanted- of my ass, back, legs, pussy, even sitting me up to get one of the full size and sway of my breasts. He asked me to stand, but I failed, falling back to the bed, too worn out to move. Unbelievably, as he took the pictures, I began to moisten again, and my hand moved to slowly massage my clit.

John took a few more, then he put the camera away. I watched, fingering myself, as he got dressed. "How do you feel?" he asked, sitting on the bed next to me.

"Ugh... good," I barely got out. "I still want more, but... I'm so tired...."

"I know. You'll be OK. Try to get some sleep- you should feel better in the morning."

"Mmmm... better than this?"

He smiled. "Well, no, but back to normal."

He sat and watched me touch myself for a long time. Then finally, he stood up to leave.

"Will I ever see you again?" I asked, yearning for the man that had brought me so much pleasure.

"Probably not. But you never know. I sure will keep an eye out for you. For now, good bye." And with that he left.

I laid there, feeling a bit of loss at his departure, but was still not quite connected to reality. I was still touching myself, and the last thing I remember was yet another orgasm approaching....

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The next morning, I woke up, still nude, to the maid entering the room. Surprised to see me after I apparently slept through her knocking, she quickly exited. My vagina was a little sore, and I had a slight headache. I know I didn't sleep well. I have vague memories of waking up, masturbating to orgasm, then sleeping only long enough to recover.

Other than really needing a shower and having to endure a walk of shame back to my apartment in that revealing top, I tried to remember what had happened- I vaguely remembered finding John repulsive, but the overwhelming memory was my desire for him, for his cock, for how he made me feel.

I'm not an idiot- I know he must have slipped me some sort of drug. But after that night, I didn't care. It was an amazing experience, and I know that if I had the chance, I would do it all again. In fact, I think I would do anything- anything- just to feel that way again.



A Night at the Club



It was a warm Queensland evening, the sun had been beaming all day and the humidity in the air was thick and stifling. It was Friday night and it had been one hell of week, I was exhausted but desperately in need of some fun. 

I had made arrangements earlier to meet my friend Melanie at a new club on the outskirts of town. The club was in an industrial area which had recently become an urban hang out, with cafes opening in tin buildings, pubs and clubs popping up here and there. I had never been there before, but had been told that the club was popular for its amazing DJ.

I drove home from work and almost ran up the stairs to my apartment, keen to get into the shower and start getting ready. I slipped out of my work clothes and turned the shower on so it was barely warm. I stepped under the cool water and gasped at the sudden cold stream against my hot skin. My nipples instantly stiffened as I became acclimatised to the temperature of the water. I ran my hands over my breasts and stomach, I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about the night ahead. 

Reluctantly, I retreated from the shower and got ready to leave. I hurriedly made all the decisions a woman needs to make before going out; hair up or down, makeup, shoes, underwear, clothes. Any woman who tells you she doesn't make these decisions with the end of the night in mind is lying. 

I chose a simple, soft black dress with a low cut V neck which, when required would easily reveal a good portion of my breasts. The dress was tight at the waist then draped loosely to sit just above my knees. I threw on some shoes and ran out the door and headed downstairs to jump in the awaiting cab.

I made it to the club a little earlier than expected and there was only a short queue to enter. I had told Mel I would meet her inside and judging by the crowd, I probably should have been more specific. I had bought my phone with me, so I texted her and told her to message me when she arrived. 

I made my way into the club and was surprised by the number of people jammed inside. I pushed my way towards the bar and grabbed a couple of shots before heading towards the dance floor. 

The music was electric and everyone was moving in rhythm. It was body against body and everyone seemed to be glued together. I started moving around the edge of the floor and someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the crowd. I looked around and couldn't see who it was so I started to move away when I saw Mel, dancing in a small group. 

I waved and moved over to say hi and she introduced me to a "friend" she had just met who seemed to be very fond of her, his name was Tony and he seemed to have a few friends with him but I couldn't hear any of their names.

I started dancing with Mel but staying together in the crowd was proving difficult. I felt a hand around my waist and turned to see a tall, brutish looking man behind me. He was wearing a black t-shirt and I could see he had a tattoo of some description weaving its way up the side of his neck and arm. He was muscular and somewhat attractive, despite his rough exterior. He kept his hand around my waist and pushed behind me, moving me back towards Mel and Tony.

I smiled up at him and mouthed "Thanks", expecting that he would remove his hand from my waist and be on his way. I kept dancing, the strange man's hand still around my waist and as I continued moving with the music he pulled me closer to him and danced against me, his hips moving with the music against me. His hand began to wander and his thumb began to graze against my breast before moving back down to rest on my hip.

I wanted to move away from him, back towards Mel and Tony, but my body seemed glued to him. My brain was telling me to move on but his body felt amazing pressed against me. I could feel his muscular legs against mine. His body was turned slightly but I felt sure that if he was against me I'd be able to feel his cock against my arse. 

I pushed back towards him, keen to see if I was right. He responded immediately pulling my hips into him so I could feel that he was hard. I looked down towards the floor and smiled so he couldn't see as started moving against him with the music, rubbing my arse and hips against his cock.

I teased him for what seemed like an eternity and as the music changed he pulled back and grabbed my arm tightly, turning me towards him and continuing to dance. He had my arm in a tight grip and it began to hurt. I tried pulling away from him, a little panicked. What had I done? 

I was facing away from Mel now so I couldn't yell out to or signal her. I tried pulling away again and as though he suddenly realised he was hurting me, the man released his vice grip on my arm and moved his hand around my back, pulling me close to him. I started to relax again but still couldn't get away easily; though I wasn't sure I wanted to. Despite his roughness this man was exciting me, I could feel myself getting wet and couldn't stop it.

The music continued to play and I started pulling back from him, it was time to move on. As I pulled back he moved his left hand down to sit on my lower back and quickly slipped his right hand between my legs, rubbing against my dress and underwear with his palm. I responded to his touch, despite the voice of logic inside me screaming at me to leave. 

The man leaned towards me and buried his face in my neck, gently biting me as he pulled my underwear to one side and ran his fingers along the outside of my now very wet pussy. I was vaguely aware of the crowd around us, what if they could see? I moaned gently as he continued to kiss my neck and throat. 

Someone pushed be from behind, pushing me even closer to him and he held me there, pushing his fingers between the lips of my pussy and rubbing my clit. I pushed towards him, worried that everyone could see us and giving him an opportunity to push his fingers inside me. In a moment of clarity I realised what I was doing and pulled away from him. His hand was still around my waist as someone beside me knocked him and gave me the opportunity to get away.

I pushed my way through the crowd, heading towards the bathroom without looking back. I made it to the ladies toilets but the queue was out the door. I needed to catch my breath. I turned and saw a small disabled toilet down the hall and headed for it quickly. I pushed the door open and let out a sigh of relief as I turned to shut the door. I gasped as the door pushed open and the man from the dance floor stepped inside, pushing the door shut behind him and sliding the lock. I went to open my mouth to yell and he pressed his mouth hard against me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

Despite my panic I responded to him, kissing him back; our tongues intertwining as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me towards the wall of the bathroom. 

He quickly reached under my dress, pulling my underwear down and letting them fall to the floor. I attempted to protest but my body failed me. I moved my legs apart for him as he again pushed his fingers into my pussy. I leaned my head back on the wall as he kissed his way down my neck, moving the V of my dress aside so he could peel back my bra and gently bite my nipple. I felt my body going weak as he rapidly thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy.

I wanted to ask him his name, surely if he was going to be inside me I at least needed to know his name? I opened my mouth to speak but he swiftly moved his hand up and placed it over my mouth, shaking his head at me. 

My heart was beating fast, but I complied and stopped trying to talk. He moved his tongue to my breasts again, licking and sucking at my nipples. He bit me, hard, taking me by surprise. Instinctively I hit him, slapping his face with my palm. He looked shocked, then angry; pulling his fingers out of my pussy he grabbed my hair in one hand and pulled me towards him, placing his other hand over my mouth. I started to panic as he stared at me.

In one quick movement he turned me around, pushing my face towards the wall, letting go of my mouth but still holding my hair. I could hear him undoing his pants and I attempted to grab his arm. He removed his belt and pulled my hands behind my back, tying them at the wrists with his belt, still holding me against the wall with the weight of his body. 

My heart was beating so fast I felt as though I would pass out. His pants now on the floor he moved close behind me, pulling my hips away from the wall. He moved my legs apart and slipped his hand between my legs again, rubbing my clit and slipping his fingers into me. Despite my panic I still responded to him once again, moving my hips back and forth against his hand.

He removed his hand from my pussy and pulled my hips back closer to him. I could feel him guiding his hard cock towards me, rubbing it in the juices of my pussy before slowly sliding the head inside me. He paused for a moment and I felt myself wanting him. I grew impatient and pushed back towards him, his cock sliding a little further into my pussy. He pushed towards me a little further, his cock moving deeper into me, but still holding back. I was becoming impatient. I tried moving myself towards him but he stopped me. 

This guy was driving me crazy. He pushed a little further inside me before pulling back out again slowly, the head of his cock just inside my pussy. I turned my head to look at him and started getting angry. 

I started to yell at him, "Just FUCK me already?" He started to laugh in response, moved his face closer to mine.

I thought he was going bite me again, but instead he whispered in my ear, "Say please".

I stared at him for a moment. Was this guy for real? He loosened the belt on my wrists as I stared at him. He was letting me go? No way... He leaned down to grab his pants off the floor and smiled at me as he headed towards the door.

"Wait!" I said. 

He turned to look at me with a grin.

I surrendered, "Please?"

He let go of the door and his pants and moved back towards me. He kissed me hard as he pushed against me, pinning my back to the wall. He lifted my leg and pushed himself towards me, his cock pushing up into me. I gasped as he pushed himself up and deep inside me. He began thrusting himself into me as I started losing control.

Pinned against the wall I started to shudder beneath him, his hips pounding against me violently as he pushed his cock into me again and again. A searing pain ran through my hips which I tried to ignore as my pussy tightened around him and my body shook violently in both ecstasy and pain. 

His grip on my hips tightened further as I felt him push deep inside me, pulling my hips towards him as he exploded inside me. Breathless he pressed his chest against me and I began to regain my composure. I wanted to speak but I was shocked and exhausted.

He finally released me and removed his cock from my pussy. He reached to the floor and grabbed his pants, pulling them on hurriedly before slipping out the door. 

I sat on the floor, my head spinning as I caught my breath. I cleaned myself up and headed back out towards the crowd, texted Meg and told her I had decided to go home. 

I saw him on the dance floor on the way out, I smiled at him and he turned away. Certainly not the Friday night I had planned, but memorable to say the least...



A Night at the Club



Lisa struggled against the uncomfortable position, but it was no use. Her head was stuck through one hole in the pillory, and her hands through two others. She was standing, and her ankles were trapped as well, leaving her forcibly immobile in a bent-over position.

Worse, her ankles were trapped painfully far apart and forward, which meant that her hips and personal areas were utterly exposed and vulnerable. Further, some sort of bar was positioned under her stomach, preventing her from changing positions by bending her knees, or from moving her hips to escape the various assaults that had been perpetrated on her. She was truly and hopelessly stuck, and had been for over two hours. A fine sheen of sweat coated her entire body and her light blonde hair hung limply. 

Footsteps approached behind her. Not again. She struggled harder and tried to speak, to beg the person to let her go. However, the special gag that forced her mouth open meant that she could only make crude sounds. "Please let me go" came out as "Eeeze, et ee goh". Her blue eyes flashed left and right as she sought any clue to what was happening behind her.

A hand touched her ass, tracing up the outside of her hip. Lisa bucked and tried to escape, but it was impossible. She could squeal in protest, though, and did. A male voice laughed, and his fingers moved from her hip to her sensitive and overworked vulva. She tried in vain to escape from his penetrating fingers, squealing as he began pumping. She felt a sharp slap right on her clitoris, then another and another. Every muscle in her body clenched as the man worked her into a rhythm of pleasure and pain.

It had seemed like a fun idea, this bondage club. She had come and observed as the guest of a friend, and it was exciting beyond belief. She watched with rapt fascination the writhing bodies of the submissives as the dominants rotated through the rooms and took their various pleasures with them. She fantasized about the feeling of being one of those bound bodies, of having one or two or three people on you at once, working you against your will, making you pleasure them or making you succumb to your own pleasure, or even a little bit of pain. It had turned her on immensely, so much so that she had secretly come back on her own the following week to try it out.

The club's head talent scout had eyed her up and down, nodding approvingly. "Why are you interested?" he asked. He was a smallish man, and slender, more like an accountant than someone who screened sex slaves.

"I want to try it," she said, adjusting her language to his formal bearing. "It ... it was a huge turn-on to watch. I'd never seen something like that before." She hesitated. "I found that I really wanted to know what was in the minds of the people who are tied up." It was difficult and embarrassing to say those words out loud.

"Ah, but there's a difference between watching and participating," he said. "Watching someone else being forced and taken is not the same thing as being forced and taken yourself."

She nodded. "I understand that. But I can't get it out of my head. I keep imagining what it would be like to be restrained and used like that, and the more I think about it, the more I want to try it. It keeps taking over my thoughts, and I need to do it."

The man smiled knowingly. "As you can imagine, lots of people feel like that in their fantasies. Reality can be a different thing. But you are a very attractive woman and you obviously have interest, so let's move to the next step." He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a pre-printed form. "Take a look at this," he said. "It spells out the conditions, and lets you set limits. Let's see what your limits are, and if they're broad enough we can talk further."

A lock of sweaty hair covered her eyes, but the man didn't care. His cock was buried to the hilt in her mouth, occasionally bouncing against the back of her throat as he thrust in and out. Her hands, trapped in the pillory just inches too far away, flailed in a useless attempt to defend herself. Her head, forced upright and back by the cord that stretched from her dental gag to the blunt hook buried in her anus, banged against the padded wooden stocks on each thrust. She desperately used her tongue to swirl around his shaft, trying to reach the sensitive underpart in an attempt to get him to cum faster. Anything to get him out of her exhausted mouth.

She was surprised to feel a hand on her left breast, sliding toward the nipple and flicking the clamp that tormented it. The hand added yet another weight to it, stretching it further, then did the same to the right nipple. She couldn't even voice a protest or cry in pain with her mouth filled up. 

"Do you mind if I take her from the back?" a voice asked.

"Nah, go ahead. Let's double her up."

She felt a body move against the back of her stretched and spread thighs, and fingers began testing her pussy, the cool feel of lubricant on them as they coated her inner lips. A few moments later, the second man was inside her, synching up his thrusts with those of the first. He grabbed the meat of her breasts for extra leverage and power, squeezing, gripping, and pulling them as he pleasured himself inside her. 

Four hours down, four to go. She sagged in her bonds as the men abused her helpless body. She wasn't sure she could make it, but then again she had no choice.

She sat in the lobby of the club and reviewed the boilerplate print on the form; however, it was mostly formalities and barely held her attention. Among other legalities, it informed her that she would be subject to an eight-hour session, and that once she started it, she was obligated to finish it. It informed her that if a customer was using her at the eight-hour mark, the agreement would be extended until they finished. It informed her of a few other technicalities like spotters, etiquette, and other basics. The concept was more exciting than the legal details, so she merely skimmed it and nodded.

What really intrigued her was the checklist of limits and approvals. It was a twelve page list of every depravity that a person could inflict on a bound woman. Would she approve being tied onto a table? Over a bench? Suspended by her wrists? Would she approve masturbation with fingers? Fists? Dildos? Vibrators? If yes on a dildo, would she approve a six-inch dildo? Seven? Eight? Nine? How wide? These people thought of everything.

She thought about each item and envisioned herself spread-eagled on a table experiencing them. There were some things that were absolutely disgusting, and she wanted nothing to do with them. Nothing involving urine or feces, for example. There were some things that sounded like true torture, things involving needles or cigarettes or tanks of water. No to all of those. But she quickly checked her approval for anything that involved dildos or vibrators or fingers or anything else that would stimulate her sex organs, and she approved nearly all of the various bondage positions and ties. She wanted to finger herself just thinking about some of the items on the form, and even added an exclamation point to a couple of items to show her enthusiasm.

She took the form back to the talent scout and he reviewed it, running his pen along the various rows like a little pointer. He nodded as he read, and then reviewed her signature on the boilerplate. He smiled. "I think we can work with this," he said. "Just initial the bottom of each page, and I'll notarize everything pending one more item that we'll talk about. Are you available this Friday?"

"Absolutely." Lisa smiled with both fright and exhilaration, her heart pounding. She imagined that she would spend the next three days masturbating furiously. Friday could not come soon enough.

Anastasia was a skinny blonde slave who was assigned as Lisa's spotter. Per the agreement, Anastasia's job was to ensure that the various dominants working Lisa did not violate any of the limits on her checklist, and to assist the dominants as necessary. In truth, she seemed to enjoy participating in her own right, and had a penchant for slapping breasts and pinching nipples. Lisa wondered if it was jealousy since Anastasia had more of an adolescent's build, with smallish breasts and narrow hips, but the reason didn't really matter. Perhaps Anastasia just got off on abusing breasts.

At the moment, one man had just finished using her anally and a couple was standing by to begin a new session, waiting in response to Anastasia's call for a time out. Lisa had fought the anal intrusion with all of her might, but it was not a fair fight when she was tied, immobilized, and exhausted. The man had toyed with her, pushing an inch at a time, then pulling back, then pushing another inch, all the while manipulating her clit in a reacharound. She didn't like anal, and it was humiliating to feel him push relentlessly inside her even as she fought. She had checked it on her list only because a deeply hidden part of her got off on the concept of a woman being used in such a base manner, enduring pain as the price of someone else's pleasure. But while it was titillating in concept, it wasn't as enjoyable in the real world as it was in her bedtime fantasies.

Her other big mistake was not thinking about how long eight hours really was. That had been a huge mistake.

She glanced despairingly to her left at the next pair. The waiting man was large and muscular and nude, and had some sort of paddle in his hand. The woman was small and pretty, a Latina with full breasts and ultra-short black hair that both belied and accentuated her femininity. She wore a strap-on and was idly opening and closing a pair of clamps. They were reviewing Lisa's checklist of limits and plotting their plan. She hadn't been taken by a couple yet, and wondered what was about to happen.

Anastasia lifted Lisa's downcast head by pulling her hair. She had a spray bottle of water, and spritzed some into Lisa's mouth, which was still painfully held open by the gag. It tasted good, and washed down some of the semen taste. "Want some more?" she asked. "Blink once for yes and twice for no." Lisa blinked once and got another rinse and drink. 

"Eeze, no 'ore," Lisa begged through the gag once she swallowed. "Diss is too ard." She had hoped to be tied in a number of positions over the course of the session, to try some new things, but for some reason they had not moved her for the entire evening. She was still in the pillory, her stomach still stretched over the bar, her ankles still spread wide. It had been only mildly uncomfortable at the start and even exciting. Hours later, it was now excruciating, all the more so because she had been used and abused constantly, and had no way to defend herself in this position. It had seemed so fun to watch other people in this situation and merely imagine what it was like.

Anastasia leaned in close, staring at Lisa eye to eye with a wicked grin. "Did you come when he was doing your ass? Blink once for yes and twice for no. Be honest or I'll knee you in the pussy again."

Lisa blinked once. The man had held a vibrator against her while he was doing her, and the pleasure had outweighed the pain."

Anastasia leaned in all the way and kissed Lisa's open mouth, inserting her tongue and swirling it around. "You're doing great," she said with a smirk. "Only two more hours." To accentuate her cruelty, she bit Lisa's lower lip and pulled it outward until Lisa yelped.

"Oh, look," the Latina woman was saying. "She allows pussy whipping. Do you want to start there while I work on her tits? I really want to punish those tits."

Anastasia laughed as Lisa frantically and unintelligibly pled with her.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" The Man had asked. "Eight hours is a long time to surrender control of your body, and it's an even longer time to surrender your free will."

Lisa was practically squirming in her seat with excitement. She had read the list and had imagined herself in every situation, every predicament. She really needed to masturbate. "Yes, I'm sure of it. Reading this document has made me even more sure." 

"Recognize that we do not disappoint our members. Once you show up Friday night, you are not leaving. You will arrive four hours early just to be sure, and we will lock you in a cage. From that point on, you belong to us. And if you do not show up, we keep the $2,000 deposit that you just made and you will be banned from ever entering the club again. Do you understand?"

"I understand. I really want this."

"Okay. So the final confirmation is a live test of your abilities to perform." He rang an intercom button on his desk phone. "Kara, would you mind coming in here, please? We have a live test for a potential new bottom."

Lisa's heart skipped a beat. What were they going to do? What was the test? Something was going to happen now?

The office door opened, and Kara walked in, clad in everyday jeans and t-shirt. Lisa immediately recognized her. She was an Asian woman of medium height, whose lean figure had mild but unambiguous curves. The last time Lisa had seen her, she was hanging from the ceiling, each arm and leg tied to a different rope and pulley and pulled wide. Her shaved pussy was spread and vulnerable, on display to anyone who walked into the room. It was the first pussy besides her own that Lisa had ever touched, and she had explored and teased it thoroughly while a few enthusiastic onlookers egged her on. The sound of Kara panting and moaning as she finally came from the vibrator was still vivid in Lisa's ears. To no small degree, Kara had been Lisa's inspiration for doing this.

Kara offered a handshake and Lisa accepted. She offered a knowing smile, and Lisa suspected that she remembered her. The Man said, "Lisa has indicated a strong interest in bottoming for us this Friday. I've pre-screened her and she looks good, but since she hasn't done this before, I think a test is in order. Let's put her on a gyno table and hook her up to a machine. Perhaps you can help me give her a short workout."

Kara smiled with genuine pleasure, her teeth white against her olive skin. She was a beautiful woman. "I'd be delighted."

The Man turned to Lisa. "Remove your clothing."

Lisa gulped. She had been in a revealing outfit during her guest visit, which was a requirement to enter the club, but that was a totally different situation. "Now?"

"Now."

She took a deep breath and began unbuttoning. In a few moments, she stood naked before them. 

"My god, those breasts are fantastic," Kara said. "Those will get a lot of attention." She stepped over and, to Lisa's shock, grabbed Lisa's breasts, gently weighing them and appraising them as she moved them around on Lisa's chest. Lisa's first reaction was to spring back and protect herself, and her hands initially rose, but she forced herself to stand still. Kara smiled.

"Nice job," The Man said. "When you are bound, you may resist. When you are not bound, you must submit. Remember that rule. Now turn around and cross your wrists behind your back."

He stepped behind her, and the snap of the handcuffs almost made Lisa come.

In front, Kara was tweaking Lisa's nipples, drawing them out. She produced a small pair of clamps attached to a leash. She raised one to Lisa's right nipple and attached it. It squeezed her, but it was pleasantly stimulating.

Then Kara tightened it.

Then she tightened it some more.

"Ow." Lisa let out a sharp breath. "That's hurting."

Kara's eyebrow raised. She tightened it another half turn. Lisa tried to step back, but The Man was still behind her. "Don't talk back," Kara said sternly. "If you understand, say 'yes, madam'. If you want it tightened another half turn, say anything else."

Lisa was trying to bend her tied arms around to her nipple, trying to crouch down and rub the clamp off with her knee. Anything to relieve the pain. "Unnnnnnh! Yes! Yes, madam!"

Kara pulled the clamp up, forcing Lisa to rise with it and stand upright. "That's close enough, but you said 'yes' twice. If I was in a bad mood I'd tighten it again, and that's what some of our members would do. Remember that. Follow instructions to the letter. Now, do you want me to tighten it further, or do you want a matching clamp on your left nipple?"

"Unnnh. Left nipple, please."

"Okay, then. No moving." She placed the other clamp on Lisa's left nipple and tightened it to the same level of stomach-tightening pain. She then tugged on the leash and started walking. "Now follow me."

They led Lisa to a room that she recognized from her guest tour. On that night, a man was on the table, and his testicles were being squeezed between two plexiglass plates as he serviced a woman with his tongue. Another woman was teasing his rigid cock to the edge of orgasm and back, and she graciously let Lisa have a turn at it. It was fun to hear the man beg and moan and to imagine how frustrated he must have been as they teased and tortured him without relief.

Now she was on the table, her arms tied to the sides and her legs folded up into the stirrups. A strap over her stomach limited her ability to move her torso. The nipple clamps stayed on and the leash was tied to her big toe, so that any flexing of her foot pulled the clamps on her nipples. It was hard to not move her foot, and easy to forget. Kara mercifully loosened the clamps a half-turn to stop Lisa's squirming.

The Man moved a large machine between her legs, which had a six-inch dildo attached to a piston. She had seen it used on a tall brunette during her visit, and it was incredible to watch. Kara taped a tiny curved vibrator to Lisa's bare pubic mound, arranging it so that the business end put pressure directly on her clitoris.

Her two captors began removing their clothes. "When you give us both orgasms, we turn off the machines," The Man said. "Open your mouth."

It was seven hours into the shift, and for some reason there was a lull. Anastasia was occupying her time by putting a vibrator against Lisa's clit, rubbing it until she was almost at orgasm, and then taking it away. It was completely unnecessary and cruel, but this was Anastasia's way.

Behind her, a door opened and a tumult ensued, many laughing voices and banter. "Oh, god, no," she heard Anastasia gasp, and the young woman immediately and quickly retreated back against the wall, her bare feet slapping against the concrete floor. 

What was it? She listened to the banter.

" -- never seen a girl struggle like that before --"

" -- I still can't believe she did that -- "

" -- that was insane --"

" -- that poor girl. She was practically incoherent at the end -- "

There was a shush, and the crowd drew silent, suddenly and respectfully. A pair of hard-soled shoes strode up behind Lisa. With her placement in the pillory, she had no idea who it was. 

A hand slowly traced up and down her back, from just above her rear cleft to her shoulder blades and back down. She flinched at the first touch, but it was soft and gentle, a welcome respite from her typical treatment.

"So we have a new bottom, do we?" 

It was a woman's voice. Lisa tensed up. Men were rough, but at the same time they were simple. They would pinch and probe and grab, but eventually they would get too excited to hold off. They would shove their cock into her in one place or another, and they would pump her for a while, and then they'd be done. 

But the women, they were different. They were cruel, and they were knowledgeable. They knew how to touch a woman's body to maximize pain or pleasure or both. The women she had encountered this evening seemed to enjoy making her writhe and shriek, whether it was torturing her nipples or fingering her clitoris or pumping a dildo into one or more of her various openings. Lisa was a very attractive woman, and it seemed that the other women enjoyed humbling her. Any woman who had ever lost a man to a more attractive woman probably saw this as an opportunity for revenge, abusing a busty blonde with slender hips now to make up for losing their prom date to a similar woman 15 years ago. 




A Night at the Club



The Woman continued to stroke Lisa's back, slowly up, slowly down. It felt nice, sensuous. "She's a pretty one," The Woman said. "Very pretty. Nice proportions. The hand slid around her waist. "She's slender, but at the same time she has wonderful curves. Just look at those breasts. They're beautiful."

The hands reached underneath Lisa, lifting and appraising her hanging breasts. Again, the hands were gentle and soft. It was perhaps the first time this evening that someone had felt her breasts without pinching and twisting her nipples.

The silence of the crowd was starting to scare Lisa. She could tell the room was full, but you could hear a pin drop. Who was this woman?

The heels clicked forward until suddenly a pair of legs came into view. The Woman was standing so close to Lisa's pilloried head that she couldn't twist it up to see The Woman's face or upper body. All she could see were some very attractive hips with just the right amount of curve, and beautifully shaped legs that disappeared into black leather thigh-high boots. The Woman appeared to be nude other than the shoes and a garter clinging to the top of her right thigh. She had a neatly trimmed but dense patch of brunette pubic hair, which was right at Lisa's eye level.

A manicured hand reached under Lisa's chin and pulled it up, so she was staring straight into The Woman's pubic mound. "And a pretty face, too," the voice cooed condescendingly. "I like this one."

The voice suddenly became sharp. "Who's her spotter?" The hips turned away from Lisa, and the hand let her head drop.

Bare footsteps padded quickly. In Lisa's limited range of view, Anastasia's slender legs suddenly appeared, and she dropped to her knees. Her head was down, her eyes were down, and she was clearly frightened.

The Woman chuckled. "Anastasia, my sweet. I've been traveling and haven't seen you in quite some time. Did you miss me?"

Anastasia swallowed hard. "Y -- yes, ma'am."

"How nice. Show me how much you missed me."

Anastasia immediately moved in and began licking The Woman's vulva directly in front of Lisa's view. The crowd chuckled.

The Woman gripped Anastasia's light blonde hair and pushed her face further in. "Oh, she missed me a lot," she said. "I can tell." She allowed the licking to go on for a couple of minutes, then pushed Anastasia away. She snapped her fingers. "Okay, girls, let's have her walk a tightrope, and I need a couple of men to lift. I have some questions to ask her."

"Oh, please, no, ma'am! Please, ma'am!" Anastasia's hands came together in a beg, her eyes wild, but four other pairs of feminine legs were surrounding her. She was hauled to her feet and held fast, overwhelmed by numbers. Lisa craned her neck to watch a rope being tied around the blonde's skinny ribs just below her breasts. The rope was then run down between her legs and up the back, where it was knotted back into the rope around her ribs. Anastasia was whimpering and begging the whole time, struggling wildly even though she had no prayer of preventing what was about to happen.

Once the rope was in place, two sets of strong male legs stepped in behind Anastasia's slender ones and the females backed away. The mild slack in the rope disappeared and then it visibly tightened, burying itself inside Anastasia's pussy lips. She rose onto her toes, but the rope continued to tighten as the men lifted. She shrieked and kicked frantically as she slowly rose into the air suspended only by the crotch rope, the pressure intense and direct on her pussy and clit. As they held her up the kicks became slower and more disjointed as the pain kicked in, and eventually the legs stopped and curled upward into a semi-fetal position, slowly bicycling. Her hands clawed at the rope on her lower belly to try to relieve the pressure, but it was in vain. She was suspended solely by the narrow crotch rope, with all of her weight resting directly on her most sensitive parts. She made mewling noises that the crowd greatly enjoyed.

"Keep her there for a minute. I want to do an interview with our new member."

Lisa's heart skipped a beat as The Woman's hips turned toward her. Oh, no. Subconsciously, her wrists tested the pillory.

The Woman approached Lisa and grabbed her hair, pulling her head upright so she stared once again into the pubic hair. "So, slave girl, Anastasia was your spotter. Did she do a good job for you? Did she protect your limits?"

Lisa didn't know what to say, and she couldn't talk anyway with the gag in her mouth. She said nothing, shifting her eyes to the writhing Anastasia and then back to the vulva of the nameless Woman who controlled the room.

There was a long pause. "I guess we have the silent type," The Woman said, and crouched down to look directly into Lisa's face. She was an attractive woman, dark-haired with the tiny crow's feet of a woman in her late thirties. Her eyes were an attractive shade of green, her smile wicked. Her breasts were large, pert, and full, with large bright pink areola. They reminded Lisa much of her own breasts.

She ran a hand gently along the side of Lisa's face. Behind her, Anastasia slowly flailed her legs and begged. "Do you want me to take that gag out?" she asked.

Lisa nodded emphatically. Her jaw was aching. 

The Woman snapped her fingers. "Someone get this thing off of her." Two women ran to her side and began working the buckles. In no time, Lisa's mouth was free, and she could close it for the first time in seven hours. She worked her stiff jaw. "Thank you," she mumbled.

"Oh, dear," The Woman said. "Anastasia! What did the new bottom forget?"

Through gritted teeth, Anastasia's voice was tremulous. "She...she didn't address you as 'ma,'am', ma'am," she rasped, obviously in great pain.

The Woman slapped Lisa across the face, hard. Reaching underneath, she gripped Lisa's nipples and pulled and twisted hard, extremely hard. Lisa was helpless to escape, but at least she could speak.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!" she squealed. "I'm sorry, ma'am! I'm sorry, ma'am! Ma'am!"

Satisfied, The Woman released her, and Lisa slumped to the extent that she was able. Her breasts had been abused mercilessly tonight, and they were quite sensitive and tender by this point. This woman really knew how to hurt them, too. Residual pain radiated down her whole body before dissipating.

"Very good. Now, I asked you a question. Did Anastasia do a good job as your spotter tonight?"

Lisa's mind raced. What should she say? Should she complain and risk Anastasia getting angry? Or should she just say everything was fine? She opted for the truth. "I...I don't know, ma'am. This is my first time...ma'am."

"When I walked in, it looked like she was teasing you. Was she?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What was she doing?"

Lisa nostrils flared. She couldn't see well, but she knew the room was full of observers. It was humiliating. "She was using a vibrator on me, ma'am."

"Was she making you come?"

"No. She was teasing me and not letting me come."

The Woman savagely twisted Lisa's hanging nipples.

"AAAAAAAAAAH! PLEASE! NO!" The pain intensified as the woman twisted and pulled, ignoring her pleas. Lisa's mind raced.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! I'm sorry, ma'am! I made an error, ma'am!"

The Woman released her grip and Lisa gasped for air. She desperately wished she could put her hands over her nipples, anything to protect them. They hurt so bad that they felt double their normal size. Her hands pulled against the holes in the pillory. 

The Woman continued. "Okay. Now, she was teasing you. Not letting you come. Did you like it or hate it?"

Lisa thought for a moment before answering. "Um...", she struggled with the thought and the admission, Her face flushed red. "Both, ma'am."

"Kiss me romantically, and put your heart into it." The Woman leaned in and gave Lisa a long, slow, romantic, passionate kiss. Her tongue invaded Lisa's mouth and swirled around, licking the inside of her mouth and overpowering her own tongue. She trapped Lisa's head so she couldn't escape and forced herself on the bound woman for what seemed like an eternity, holding Lisa fast as she tried to escape. She eventually disengaged and said, "That was an excellent answer, slave girl." She reached underneath and massaged Lisa's sore nipples for a moment. "A terrible kiss, but an excellent answer."

She turned back to Anastasia. Lisa could see the young woman's legs hanging, stiffened in pain. She was still being suspended by the crotch rope. Her small bare feet were slowly flexing.

"Anastasia, give me the report. How many men used her, and how?"

Anastasia's voice was teary and halting. "Eight men, ma'am. They came in her mouth three times, her pussy three times, and her anus twice, ma'am. Seven of them ministered her breasts, three minor, three moderate, and one heavy, ma'am."

"How many orgasms did they give her?"

"Three, ma'am. One with tongue, one with penis, one with vibrator, ma'am."

The Woman walked away from Anastasia, slowly and deliberately. She crossed behind Lisa, out of her sight. A moment later, she shivered as a finger slowly ran down her lower back, down into her anal cleft. The finger stopped at her small hole, resting against its tightness.

"How many women used her, and how?"

There was a pause as Anastasia thought. She then spoke in a quick staccato. "Five women, ma'am. Four used strap-on's, ma'am, all in the pussy and one also in the anus, ma'am. Three licked her, ma'am, and all fingered her, ma'am." Anastasia's voice cracked with pain.

Lisa grunted and pushed her shoulders against the pillory as a finger invaded her anus, then two. Her calves and thighs tensed up, trying to thrust forward away from the pressure, but she was held fast. She could only accept them.

"How many orgasms did they give her?"

"Ma'am, I'm begging you! Please let me down, ma'am!" Anastasia seemed to be crying now.

A finger began stroking Lisa's clit, even while the others continued to explore her anally.

"How many orgasms did they give her?"

Anastasia's legs kicked and twitched. "Six, ma'm. Three with vibrators, one with fingers." The young blonde took a couple of labored breaths. "One with tongue, one with strap-on, ma'am."

Through her haze of shock and humiliation, Lisa now knew why Anastasia would quiz her after each session. It wasn't just voyeurism on her part. It was her job.

"We've kept her busy tonight, haven't we? Breasts?"

"All five, ma'am. Three moderate and two heavy, ma'am. Please, ma'am! The pain is killing me, ma'am!" Lisa could see Anastasia's hands clawing at the rope near her crotch, but it was too tight for her to get her hands beneath it to diffuse the pressure.

"Where does it hurt? Tell me."

"My clitoris, ma'am! It's crushing my clitoris, ma'am!"

The crowd laughed and murmured. A couple mocked Anastasia's frantic voice.

"Okay, you've been good. Just one more question and I'll address your situation. How many orgasms did the new bottom give to the women?"

"None, ma'am." The crowd oohed at this news. "I provided six at the women's requests, as an assistant, ma'am. Five with my tongue and one with my fingers, ma'am."

The room was silent. The fingers worked Lisa more aggressively, and she moaned, struggling to escape them.

"So you're telling me that this bottom did not provide a single orgasm to the worthy women of this club? And yet she serviced the men? Why did she disrespect the women?"

"She is tied facing down, ma'am. The women could not get into a comfortable position for her to lick them, and none of them wanted to move her, ma'am. They had me service them while they played with her, ma'am."

For a long minute, there was quiet as The Woman's boot tapped the floor in contemplation. Lisa was relatively certain that two of the women had orgasmed while working her with strap-ons, but she wasn't sure if she should say anything. She decided that it was best to keep The Woman's attention focused on the unfortunate Anastasia.

"Well," The Woman said at long last, "she is going to suffer for that lack of respect. But you, Anastasia, you have been a good spotter and assistant tonight. I am going to reward you. How many orgasms have you had tonight?"

"Two, ma'am. I fingered myself between sessions, ma'am." Anastasia was panting in pain.

The crowd laughed. The fingers abruptly popped out of Lisa's ass, making her spasm and flex, and the other hand's fingers abandoned her swelling clitoris.

"It seems as if you have already rewarded yourself, my little slave. But I will show you mercy." The Woman walked over to where Anastasia was being suspended, her hips sashaying seductively. Anastasia's legs were twitching, clamped together now in a hopeless attempt to lessen the pressure of the rope. It was buried so hard into her vulva that her narrow outer lips completely hid it. The Woman forced Anastasia's legs apart and allowed the skinny blonde to wrap them around her hips to slightly take some weight off the rope.

"Give me a very romantic kiss and I will release you from the tightrope."

Lisa could still only see the waists and legs of the people involved, but it got very quiet. She could see some onlookers in the background bringing their hands to their genitals, both male and female, and begin rubbing. The soft smacks of kissing were barely audible for over a minute. Anastasia's legs firmly gripped The Woman's waist.

"Your kissing needs much improvement," The Woman said at last. "But we'll work on it. Let her off the tightrope, and her job for the rest of the session will be to provide oral pleasure to any of the observers who wish it."

Anastasia crashed to the floor in a heap, clutching her injured pussy.

"And now, let's deal with this disrespectful new slave girl who refused to service the women of this club."

The test was difficult. It took Lisa 62 minutes and three increasingly intense orgasms to earn her way free of the machines. The motorized dildo had a fast and ceaseless beat, thrusting in and out with its ribbed shaft stimulating her on each stroke. The vibrator remorselessly buzzed on her clitoris. She had never come three times in an hour before, and hadn't even thought it possible. Given her increasing sensitivity each time, the aftermath of a fourth was a frightening thing to consider. The overstimulation after each one drove her crazy until she got past it, but it made the next pleasure even stronger.

The man had been rather easy. He had folded a leaf down on the gyno table so that her head hung off, and then he had inserted his penis into her mouth. She was a modern American woman, so she knew her way around a blow job. Not being able to use her hands slowed her down, but within fifteen minutes she had him spurting down her throat. The throat part wasn't her preference, but hey, this was bondage and she wasn't given a choice. That was part of the fun.

Kara, the pretty Asian woman, was a different challenge. Lisa had never performed sex on a woman before. Like most women her age, she'd made out with a couple of girls at parties, though that was mostly to impress the boys. And she'd had a major incident a year earlier, when her massage therapist had asked her if she wanted a happy ending. Her heart pounding, she had said yes, and the attractive middle-aged woman, so professional and sophisticated in her white spa smock, had fingered her to perhaps the best orgasm of her life. She had immediately scheduled another appointment, but the woman quit the spa before it could happen, and she had regretfully never seen her again.

Almost half of the checklist had covered lesbian acts. Would she lick a pussy? Would she finger a pussy? Would she allow a woman to use a dildo on her? A vibrator? A strap-on? A tongue? The list was nearly endless. Lisa had thought about it for a few minutes, and checked off every act with a woman that she would do with a man. It was incredibly arousing to watch the lesbian play during her guest visit, and she would have fond lifetime memories of working that vibrator on the tied and spread-eagled Kara. She could handle the lesbian stuff, she decided.

So there she was, tied to the table, a mechanized dildo thrusting in and out of her, a vibrator buzzing her clit, and Kara climbing up on the table to even the score. The table leaf had been raised back so Lisa's head was lying flat, and that golden Asian pussy descended down on her, its beautiful lips splaying across her mouth. She had licked and tongued, her nipples hardening under the manipulations of her rider, pausing only to gasp and scream when her own hips exploded into another orgasm. It was a perfect way to be introduced to lesbianism. When you're tied up, you have no choice, and when you have no choice, you have no guilt. You don't have to wonder what it means, and you just do it if it means freedom.

She passed the test with flying colors. She immediately went home and masturbated.

The Woman was businesslike and efficient. "Okay, first things first. Let's turn her over. Keep her neck in the pillory, but put her face up. Pull her arms under her and tie them to the base. Stretch them hard, because I want those breasts to arch up. Let's get a prop under her head to keep it steady, and put a bar under her back to support her. Keep that bar that's under her stomach, too, and it'll support her lower back. We want her to be held rigid. Then bend her legs down and put them back in the ankle restraints just like they are now. That'll keep her pussy spread and open."

A dozen or more hands hopped to the task. Lisa was so stiff that she couldn't resist as they flipped and repositioned her, and she groaned in pain as her stiff joints were moved. It was a good pain to have her arms straightened and to feel her back relax, so much so that she didn't even think about the fact that they were about to tie her down once again. 

When it was all over, she was actually somewhat comfortable. She was facing the ceiling now, her neck still trapped in the pillory, but her head was supported. Her arms were mercifully stretched to the side and down, which was a relief after being bent at the elbow for seven hours, and her back was supported in two places by firm but well-placed braces. Her only discomfort was that there was no support for her hips and legs. Instead, they curved down to the floor where her ankles were tied and spread wide. This, along with the fact that her arms were spread and tied downward, meant that her back was forcefully arched. She warily noted that this thrust her breasts upward while simultaneously putting her hips and pussy on display, and the arching meant that she couldn't move either of those two sensitive areas. With the wood of the pillory blocking her view, she couldn't even see them.

She had no way at all to defend her most sensitive areas, and that scared her.

She felt someone step between her legs, and instinctively knew it was The Woman.

"How do you feel, slave girl?"

Lisa swallowed. "Good, ma'am. I appreciate being moved, ma'am."

A sharp slap on her pussy resounded in the room. Right on the clit. Lisa yelped in pain and instinctively tried to curl up. However, she couldn't even come close, and her only movement toward the fetal position was raising her head. A second slap followed the first one. "I did not do that for you, slave girl. Don't forget that."

The pain pulsed between Lisa's legs. "Yes, ma'am."

The Woman's hands stroked the outside of Lisa's thighs, up and down. They then moved inside, from the knees almost to the pussy, and then back down. They moved to the intersection of her thighs and hips, tracing up the crease where they merged.

"This slave has a beautiful pussy," The Woman said. "Note how her inner lips flower outward so delicately, and look at the size of her outer lips. I'm guessing that she masturbates frequently. Slave girl, do you masturbate frequently?"




A Night at the Club



Lisa closed her eyes in humiliation. "Yes, ma'am."

"How often?"

"At least once a day, ma'am. Often twice."

Fingers stroked up her slit, fingering her clitoris and probing her opening. She could neither move to avoid it nor move to encourage it. She could only accept it, but it felt divine.

"Do you like being touched here? Do you like it when I play with your pussy?"

Lisa's breathing was growing faster despite her attempt to resist. This woman was good. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good girl. You like it, don't you? Now, how about this?"

A buzzing started, and some sort of vibrator began rubbing her. Up and down, up and down, from her clit through her lips and then back. The technique was impeccable.

Lisa moaned again, her overworked sex organs warming up for yet another orgasm. "Oh, god. Yes, ma'am."

The vibrator continued buzzing on her vulva, bringing it to life. She felt a hand on her right breast, fingers pinching and rolling and kneading her sore nipple. This woman wasn't hurting her and indeed was beginning to arouse her despite her exhaustion, so maybe that was a good sign. Lisa felt herself lubricating under the seductive touches.

"Okay, women, step forward and help me out. We have a slave here who gave orgasms to many different men tonight, and refused to help a single woman. That is completely unacceptable."

Lisa sensed that something bad was coming, but the vibrator felt so good. Those fingers felt so good. This was the type of bondage she had fantasized about.

"How many women do we have? We'll keep little Anastasia working the blow job circuit, so that leaves nine women in the room including me, right?" There was a pause that was likely counting. "Yes, nine. That will work out great."

The vibrator lifted off of Lisa's pussy. "Slave, listen to me. We're going to give you orgasms, because the women of this club are a generous and merciful lot. But you are going to give us orgasms in return. You are going to repay our kindness. One at a time, women are going to climb onto your face and you are going to lick them until they come. And while that is happening, we women are going to give you orgasms nonstop. It's only fair. However, I would advise you to work hard to keep your end of the bargain, because we're not going to stop on our end and it's going to get increasingly intense for you. You would be well served to be industrious in your work. Are you ready?"

Lisa whimpered. She was not ready for this.

"I am the Queen of the Clit," The Woman announced. "I will work her clit, and I will be the last one to be serviced by her. Let's get two women down underneath her to work on her pussy and ass, and a couple more to work her breasts. If you don't have a spot, women, you can watch or find another way to stimulate the slave girl. Men, you're invited to watch and Anastasia will service your needs. If you want to bring in some bottoms from the other rooms to help out, feel free to do so. This is going to take a while."

And so it began. Nine against one, and the one was tied and helpless. It was not fair and it was not right. A busty redhead with a neatly trimmed copper pussy and small lips was the first to climb aboard Lisa's face, and she began licking in earnest, alternating between the clit and the vagina in the same manner that she herself enjoyed. She could abruptly feel fingers invading her pussy and curling onto her G spot, a finger snaking up her anus, silky tongues on her nipples, and the incessant vibrator and fingers on her clit, playing it like a maestro. Before long, her hips started trying to move, wanting to undulate to increase the stimulation, but she was virtually unable to move. She could only absorb what was being done to her.

As she licked the redhead she herself began squirming, squealing as her pleasure peaked. After everything she had been through, how was she coming first? 

The orgasm began to wash over her, beginning in her clit and radiating outward. Muffled inside the redhead's box, she shrieked. The redhead rose slightly to allow her to breathe, and waited above her.

"Oh, god! Yes! Oh!" Lisa's stomach muscles clenched as she exploded in orgasm for a full minute.

Then the overstimulation hit. 

The vibrator and fingers continued unabated. Unseen women continued to thrust inside her lower openings. Tongues still caressed her nipples and breasts. Her hypersensitive nerve endings overloaded. "NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOO! STOP! STOP!" It was too much, far too much. The overstimulation was killing her.

People laughed. 

"Better keep working," The Woman said from between her legs. "You haven't even finished Valerie yet, and you still have eight more to go. And Valerie has unbelievable endurance."

For two solid minutes Lisa writhed and fought and bucked, until finally the pain began to turn to pleasure again. A new sheen of sweat rose from her, and the redhead again lowered her pussy onto her mouth. Lisa worked frantically with her tongue.

After several minutes, as she began to climb to her next orgasm, the redhead finally reached her peak. Loosing a flurry of gasps, she began thrusting against Lisa's tongue, lubricating heavily. Her hands pushed aside the breast workers and kneaded Lisa's breasts mercilessly as she entered her climactic throes. It took several minutes to bring her to full climax. Finally, after a relaxed slump and short rest aboard Lisa, she climbed off and a petite brunette with a small and sparsely furred pussy climbed aboard.

The rules of Lisa's agreement stated that, if a session started before the eight hour shift was up, Lisa was obligated to complete that session. For the next two and a half hours she kept that promise, though she had no choice in the matter. Woman after woman climbed onto her face to be pleasured: blondes, brunettes, a black woman, even a woman of Indian descent. For every orgasm she gave, Lisa endured two of her own. She again had no choice, as a rotating team of women worked her exhausted and bound body nonstop with fingers, tongues, and devices, while she could only pleasure one at a time, and using only her tongue. And The Woman was always there on her clit, teasing it and rubbing it and forcing orgasms to wash across Lisa's body. It was not fair and it was not right, but she had no choice.

And in the end, it came down to two women. One was exhausted, sweaty, bound, and inhumanly overworked and overstimulated. Her inexperienced body had been taken to its limits and far beyond. 

The other had been working up a sweat herself, but through denial. The Woman had watched woman after woman reach climax, and had steadfastly refused to allow herself the same ecstasy. The entire room had reached orgasm, and many had even grown tired and left. The female helpers had one at a time been satiated and moved to the periphery, replacing their labors with nipple clamps and a cruelly large anal dildo that had taken almost a half-hour to insert fully. But The Woman had waited. She had maintained control. And now was her time.

A long, lean blonde climbed off Lisa's face, finally satiated with the slave girl's efforts. The Woman smiled down at Lisa, and said, "Only one more to satisfy, and then let's call it a night."

Lisa was close to tears. Valerie the redhead took over the vibrator and clit massage, and also knelt down to employ her tongue. The different sensations drove Lisa over the edge yet again even before The Woman positioned herself. She lowered herself toward Lisa, and even in her spent state the beaten-down blonde noted that The Woman had a beautiful vulva. It was all the more beautiful because its satisfaction was the only thing that stood between Lisa and freedom.

Lisa had learned some tricks in the past two hours, how to move her tongue, how to make a woman come. She was getting better with each set of feminine hips that descended upon her. And she had the adrenaline burst of the final push working in her favor. Like a marathoner within sight of the finish line, she attacked The Woman's perfect pussy with every weapon she had in her tiny arsenal.

Licking, sucking, nibbling. She gambled with her final reserves of strength and energy. She could feel The Woman's juices on her face, knew that she was getting to her. She was learning how to gauge a woman's reactions as they grew excited, how they would begin to lubricate, then undulate their hips, and then how they would begin grinding their clit into her as they got close. At the same time, her own overworked pussy screamed at her with every nerve ending, wanting it all to end. She had thought that she was oversexed before this night, that perhaps she masturbated too much and used her vibrator too often. She now knew that she was capable of an entire other world of sex. 

She had an orgasm and screamed through it. Valerie the redhead had an arsenal of different techniques, and she worked them with limitless patience and endurance. 

However, she could feel The Woman's hips begin to undulate.

On and on she worked. She could feel The Woman's clit begin to grind in. Almost there...almost there. Almost free.

And then The Woman rose up. 

"No!" Lisa cried out in frustration, her voice hoarse. "Let me finish you!"

Two hands attacked her nipples, twisting brutally. Lisa writhed under the assault. "What do you call me?"

"Unnnnh! Owwwww! Ma'am! Let me finish you, ma'am!"

The wicked brunette looked down and smiled cruelly. "Earn it," she demanded.

The perfect pussy descended on her again. Again she worked, and again she felt the juices, the undulations, and the grinding. And again The Woman rose up at the last moment, postponing the orgasm. Meanwhile, the redhead continued unabated, and Lisa suffered under her artisanship.

One woman building her denial toward a tremendous one-time explosion. Another woman being forced into countless indistinguishable explosions far beyond reason and compassion. Time and again, the patient redhead wrung an orgasm out of the drained and shattered blonde. Time and again, the blonde was denied her keys to freedom as the brunette teased and tormented her own desires. Hours passed, and the room fell asleep, the shadows changed.

Lisa was beyond desperate. She was nearly delirious. She begged. She pleaded. Nothing worked. Eventually, from the deepest recesses of her memory, she came upon an idea borne of desperation. "Ma'am," she asked. "I have a request, ma'am."

The Woman was about to lower her glistening pussy yet again, but paused. "What is it, slave girl?"

"May I kiss you romantically?"

The entire world stopped.

The powerful brunette, the molder of Lisa's world, the Queen of Clits, opened up for the first time in years. Her eyes softened, her mouth relaxed into a smile. She was a beautiful woman.

"You want to kiss me romantically?"

"More than anything."

For an eternal minute, The Woman stood stock still. Lisa realized her speech error in not addressing the woman as 'ma'am', but The Woman either did not or Lisa had struck her target.

The woman studied Lisa's face, glistening with the juices of all those other women.

"Yes," she said at last. "Yes, you may."

She climbed off Lisa's face and opened the pillory. She rolled horizontally onto Lisa's fatigue-wracked body and lay upon her, breast to breast, pussy to pussy. The redhead backed away.

Lisa raised her head, and The Woman came down. Their lips met, and they kissed. It was the most passionate kiss of Lisa's lifetime, or of anyone's lifetime. It was a kiss borne of absolute and utter need on one end, and absolute and utter desire on the other. Their tongues met, their souls intertwined, and the world narrowed to the heat of two breaths merging into one.

The redhead stepped forward, with two vibrators this time, and it was over in seconds. 

As the sun rose and light streamed into the barren room, two women lay together, motionless and asleep, bathed in the sweat of exertion, passion, and desire. Each had been released from the bonds that constrained them.



A Night at the Club



This is a true story and all persons are over the age of 21 as the club in question was also.

i hope you all enjoy a night that i recall with a bit of fondness.

please vote leave comment with pointers good or bad all are useful to this budding writer.

thank you.

oxoxoxox

NaughtyRednekPrnces

*

She was to be punished tonight she had broken a major rule and all she knew was that her Mistress was going to take her to a club that had a BSDM show on the weekends. The only order she had been given was how she was to dress, which was in a sexy nighty and hose and a nice pair of shoes.

She sat outside the house waiting and trying to calm down she was so very nervous. She had always wanted to go to a place with this kind of thing there, but tonight she wished she was anywhere but here.

She finally got out and noticed her Mistress was waiting for her at the door. Seeing her there she got even more nervous than she already been. once at the door she was told to enter and get on her knees. She did as she was told quickly for the last thing she needed to do now is make her Mistress any more upset than she already was. 

Once on the floor at her feet she was commanded to kiss them. She quickly complied with the order hoping to make the night easier on her.

With no warning loud smack sounded in the air as her crop came down on my ass. I stopped my kissing of her feet and a harder smack hit my other cheek came along with the words "did I tell you to stop slave.". Quickly I bent back to what I had been doing and between kisses said "No Mistress you did not." Once more she began to use her crop on me as I continued to kiss her feet and toes.

"Stop now slave. you may sit there on your knees until I am ready to go. she then moved into the position she was granted and looked to the ground. I remained there until I was called. Each minute seeming like an eternity. My god what I had gotten myself into. Why had I not done as I was supposed to then this would not be happening.

They were now in the parking lot. she looked to her Mistress hoping to get reassured or calmed down. All her Mistress would say is that she would be ok after it was all over and no more.

She still had no real idea what she was in for but she had no choice she broke a rule and now was the time to pay the price.

Once inside the club she was briefly left at the door so her Mistress could tend to something. She stood there telling herself she was going to alright that nothing bad was going to happen to her. As she waited she watched various people in all sorts of different styles of clothing enter.

When she had been told what clothes to wear tonight she had been shocked that it had even been brought up. Now that she was here she saw she was not dressed all that much differently than many here. That helped make her feel better but only a little.

Finally her Mistress returned to her and in her hand was a collar and leash. she felt like bolting out the door that was right beside her but knew things would only get worse from here if she did do that. she felt the collar tighten around her neck and knew there was no turning back now.

That in place the leash was added to the collar. that done her Mistress tuned with a little give to the leash and lead her deeper into the club. They took only a few steps before they stopped and someone was talking to her Mistress. Her ears perked up when the person inquired to who was on the leash.

"Oh her she is a very bad slave." she watched as the person winched at what my Mistress said. Looking to the floor knowing I had done wrong. My Mistress told him my offense and I saw him shake his head

The two talked for a moment or two more and once more she was lead deeper inside. She found out quickly that anytime someone asked about her the same speech was given. "A very bad slave that broke a huge rule." Everyone that asked usually shook their head at her and gave her saddened looks and said she should know better.

They were all right I did know better, yet I went ahead with it anyway. As bad as the words my Mistress spoke hurt I had a good idea that my punishment was far from over.

I was led to a table where my Mistress seemed to hold court. plenty of people came by said hi asked of me and were told the same she had told all the others. At one point I was told to go and sign up to be used on stage. At this order I grew very nervous as I knew everyone would be watching me up there. I did as I was told and added my name to the list. When I finished I went back to my Mistress to wait for my turn.

Sometime later my name was called My Mistress then led me on stage. My Mistress then put me in restraints and attached me to the wall.

Then between her and her friend that ran the show they used all sorts of paddles and floggers on my back side as she stood there taking what my Mistress deemed I was due. She stood there trying not to cry out to do as she expected of me. she did her best to not disappoint her Mistress. 

She stood there taking the swats as they all watched. She was about to cry out when suddenly it all stopped and my Mistress was undoing me from the wall. it was like she just knew when to stop that I had reached my limit. She sagged into her Mistress arms and hugged her slightly and said that she was sorry. 



A Night at the Club



(This is my first attempt at stream-of-consciousness. Apologies if it's awkward at times.

The speaker is Marilyn, my wife.)

Why are we in this little room I don't remember how we got here I think I had too many martinis, you're taking off my clothes, my dress, shoes, bra, panties, step out don't fall, I'm naked, why are you tying a knot in my panties, you're opening my mouth, the knot's going in, it feels smooth, it smells like sex, you're tying it behind my head, I know it, you've opened the door, leading me out, it's a big room full of people, wait, some of the women are topless, I can see their tits, wait, most of them are topless, what kind of place is this? I'm going to ask you

'Mmf"

That didn't go well, we're walking up the side, you're leading me, I'm naked I'm naked I'm naked it's confusing why are you holding my wrists behind my back I had too many martinis Look there's Charlene, little Jason's mom, she's topless too, she has great boobs, look how they're wobbling, she's sitting on some guy's lap ogod I'm pretty sure they're doing it she's naked where's her husband? Oh he's sitting right across from her watching the guy fuck her, how can he do that, what kind of a place is this? Oh shit she sees me, she's smiling but we keep right on going, there's a little stage here, up some steps, one, two, don't fall down don't fall, three, made it I had too many martinis. Everybody can see me up here, I'm naked, they're looking at my tits and my bum and my pussy how can John let them all see me like this but it feels strange, awesome, free, sexy, everybody's looking at my body even Charlene and her husband and her fucker. What kind of a place is this John's sitting me in a little chair it's short my crotch hangs out over the end he's clipping something on my wrists there they go over my head I can't cover myself he's tied them up there somehow everybody can see my boobs shaking at least they can't see my pussy wait what's John doing he's tying straps on my thighs at my knees oh no he's pulling on one and somebody's pulling on the other one my legs are coming apart everybody can see my pussy my cunt my bare cunt everybody's looking inside me it's all open my lips are pulled back my private parts are on display I'm soaked am I turned on? Everybody's looking at me they're quiet why are they quiet I'm showing everything I'm embarrassed I'm thrilled I'm terrified here comes some guy up on the stage he's kneeling in front of me looking right into my cunt I can't stop him I'm so confused he's touching my cunt why is John letting him do that he should stop this John

'Mmf mmf"

John's watching oh that feels good he's sucking my clit I'm starting to blush I can feel it in my face the guy's naked he's standing up his cock is right here it's huge it's stiff he's touching me with it everybody's watching I had too many martinis Ohgod he's pushing it inside my cunt he's fucking me in front of all these people they're all watching he's stroking in and out he's pinching my nipples they're so stiff it feels so good OhGOD I'm soaked I'm trembling I can't stop trembling he's fucking me fucking fucking fucking why isn't John stopping him I'm his wife oh wait we had this fantasy other guys would fuck me in public it was so hot we've been fucking over it for weeks John it was just pillow talk the guy's squeezing my tits he's still fucking he's in so deep it feels so good I can't help it I can't move I'm not responsible I'm not Oh no he's spritzing into my naked cunt hot fluid pump pump he's pulling out I can see cum on his cock it must be leaking out of my cunt I can feel it dripping everyone's watching John it was just a fantasy here comes another guy -- oh no it's Rob! He's naked, I like to see him naked, he's kissing me

'Mmf'

he's stroking my tits it feels so good like it always does Rob don't let on don't let on John doesn't know about Wednesdays Rob you always feel so good fucking me with that huge thing of yours he's lining it up at my cunt he's going in it's always a tight fit he's inside he's fucking me John doesn't know don't let on don't he's at my ear holding my tits fucking me hard

'John doesn't know, my little fuckmuffin, you're such a slut, you fuck me every week, you never refuse me, you can't, you need it, I'm going to give it to you hard now while he watches. He doesn't know you cuckold him every week, you sexy slut...'

He's leaned back he's pounding me hard now my cunt's on fire I'm a slut a slut he's tweaking my nipples he knows I can't stand it he pounds me harder than John I love it I need it shoot Rob, shoot inside me while John looks on he doesn't know I think ogod I'm cuming I'm cuming here it comes

'Mmf mmf"

I'm shaking my cunt's spasming, my heart's pounding John's looking all these people see me cuming cuming... Why is it so thrilling Rob's pulling out I'll see him Wednesday at the hotel I can't wait John never noticed here comes another guy how many will there be he's kneeling down wait it's not a man it's a woman dark hair pony tail what's she doing she has great tits she's looking into my eyes I have to look back she's sucking the cum out of my cunt it feels so good so amazing I'm not a lesbian I'm not I'm not what's she doing here why does it feel so good sucking my clit oh she stopped don't stop

'Mmf'

Shit she left here comes another guy he's just a teenager he's half my age his cock is so thin so long he's waving it at me he's going to fuck me like the others I can't stop him I'm being unfaithful I'm not responsible I'm not I'm not wait John's just sitting there he's not stopping them he set this up the teenager's smiling at me he's so cute I'm so helpless I'm not responsible I can't help it he's not doing any foreplay he's sticking it in it's so long push you can do it long strokes I like that he's kissing me now mmm he's kissing my tits they're so sensitive I'm cuming again it's starting in my cunt way deep ogod it feels SO GOOD keep stroking kid it feels so good he's ejaculating inside me hot sticky lots of it oh shit he's pulling out I feel so empty John's looking at me smiling here comes another guy I'm all slippery from the last guy how many will there be...fuck... another one... fuckfuck...

'Mmf'

Here's John he's naked too maybe he'll untie me all those guys fucked me it was cosmic so awesome those martinis really helped no he's slapping me with his cock I love his cock it's so stiff slap on my cheeks on my tits my belly my thighs now he's sticking it in why does it feel so different from when we do it at home? I'm tingling I'm exhausted I'm high he's fucking me it feels so good everyone's watching I'm a hopeless exhibitionist he's told me so Charlene's naked in the front row watching she's catching my eye she knows something John's fucking and fucking and fucking he's coming in my cunt he's whispering in my ear

'How's it feel to be a shared wife, to have so many guys stick their stiff cocks in that lovely pussy of yours, to be the center of attention, to live out our crazy fantasy? Wasn't it totally awesome?'

'Mmf'

He's untying me at last, my wrists are sore, my legs ache, why didn't I notice that before he's standing me up we're walking off the stage everybody's clapping and cheering they all watched those guys fuck me and that woman that woman...

'John, I thought that was just a fantasy, I never dreamed...'

'But you loved it, didn't you? I know you're an exhibitionist, you get a thrill when other men see your tits and your pussy. I saw you cum at least twice, you were writhing and sweating and moaning, I know what those things mean in you.'

'John, it was terrifying and wonderful and so intense, um, can we come back next week? I want to do what Charlene did, if you don't mind, you can fuck her or somebody else, I won't stop you, it looks like everybody does it here, what an awesome place...'

'I've already reserved it.'

'You know me better than I know myself. And next time you won't need to load me up on martinis. I love you.'

'I love you too, and I love you like that, lost in sex and catapulted into paradise.'

'Mmf' 



A Night at the Club



"Did you make a mess in your panties? Let me see."

I stand in front of him. He's seated at a table in the back of the bar. He smiles, a dirty ogle more accurately, toward the man seated to his right. He looks back at me, sees my nervous reaction. He shakes his head with a somewhat disgusted look on his face. He reaches out and takes the front of my short shorts at the waist band, pulls them out and away from my lower stomach as he pushes with his other hand against my stomach roughly, separating widely the shorts I wear from my crotch. He looks down into my underpants. He sees the huge wet spot on my pink panties and the precum all over my little penis. A ribbon of it jiggles, connected from the hole of my penis to the front panel of my panties.

"Does he want you? Did he want to do more than dance with your little sissy ass? Did he?"

I look at the two men sitting next to my boyfriend, leering at me. He holds my shorts and panties open as he talks to me. One of his friends leans forward and looks down into my panties. He smiles at me, turns back to the bar. My face goes bright red.

"I think so. He was very turned on."

"Good. If he wants to take you into the back room you go. Show him you're a good little cocksucker. If he tries to fuck you, you let me know. You know the rules, cupcake."

He's slightly drunk. He pats my butt.

"Yes, Daddy. I will."

"You're a mess. I should spank you right here. You have no self-control, none. I guess it's to be expected with a little whore like you. Fix your fucking makeup, clean up this mess you made in the inside of your panties and get back over to the bar. If he comes back to talk with you and wants you in the back room, you be a good boy, you show him what that little mouth of yours can do. Move, Princess."

He releases the waist band of my shorts, lets them snap against my waist. He turns me by my hips and slaps my butt hard. I wobble on my heels. I say nothing. I head back to the bar. I hear the two men seated next to him laugh as they witness the entire 'inspection'. I hear him turn to one of them as I move back to the bar.

"He's never not covered with his own cum. He's a whore. I should put a cage on that little thing."

I hear the three of them laugh.

I'm wearing super short skin tight soft pink crushed velour shorts. They are cut low at the top and very high at the bottom, showing maximum curve of my cheeks at the tops of my legs in back. They form-fit up into the crack of my butt, they look like they are painted on. Under them I wear pink lace tiny little panties. My top is bare midriff exposing my navel and stomach up just below my nipples. My top is off-shoulder on one side, hangs sexily exposing my back. I have on open toed thin ankle strap 3" high heel shoes with bare legs, no stockings. My hair is combed forward and to the side over my left eye. I wear way too much eye makeup and shiny pink lip gloss. I am a delectable piece of baby soft and smooth sissy boy candy.

The reason I am wet is because of the man I just danced with. He would not keep his hands off of me. When he came up to me as I sat at the bar he started flirting with me. I looked to my boyfriend and saw him give me the nod, 'the look', telling me to dance with him if he wanted too. My boyfriend parked me at the bar, told me 'Sit and stay put.', the way he does often in this club. He likes to watch other men hit on me. I know 'the look', meaning let the flirtatious man take me to the dance floor, even feel me up if he likes. 

His hands were on my rear end almost immediately. He pulled me up close to him, so close I could feel his erection rub and grind against me. I could tell he was huge. I felt his cock push into me through his pants. And he did the one thing that makes instantly wet. He put his hand on my butt as he danced slow with me.

There is nothing that gets me hotter than that instant, that moment a man, a real man, puts his hand on my butt! And he would not keep his hands off of me. He held me by the back of my neck, running that hand down my back and then back up, his other hand cradling my right cheek tightly, holding me firmly in place while he rubbed up against me. He was grinding his hard on against me the entire time we danced. I was lost to him and the way he used his strong hands on me.

I sat down back at the bar and watched my boyfriend in the mirror, saw him taking with his friends. I know one of them all too well. I was given to him on several occasions. The last time he spanked me for over an hour, I could not sit for a week after that. Although my boyfriend forbids any man other than him from fucking my rear end, he forbids no man from spanking it.

"Hi."

I turn quickly. It's him again, the man that got me all hot and bothered on the dance floor.

"Hi."

I smile at him, look back toward my boyfriend.

"You belong to him, don't you."

It's a statement more than a question.

"I do. And I love that fact. He's my boyfriend. I'm sorry if I led you on. He likes to see men with me but I go home with him." 

I see my boyfriend look over at me. He watches.

"So, if I got his permission to have you suck my cock, you'd do it."

He sips his drink. He put his hand on the back of my neck, ran it down my back and into the back waist band of my shorts. I pulled up on the chair, pulled away from him.

"You are embarrassing me. Please..."

He takes the last of his drink down, puts the glass forcefully down onto the bar. Before I can complete my sentence he walks away, toward my boyfriend and his two friends. I feel my heart jump to my throat. I want to rush to my boyfriend and tell him I did nothing to insult this man, nothing to make him mad. I feel helpless. I stay seated. I know better than to move from the bar until he motions for me. 

I see the man talking with my boyfriend. My boyfriend stands and moves away from the other two men he was seated with. He talks with the stranger. I can see them laughing, then see them shake hands. I feel total fear, apprehension.

I see the man walk back to me. He takes my arm. 

"Let's go."

I resist, start to pull away from his grip on my arm. I look to my boyfriend for protection, look to see that he is aware.

"Go!"

I hear him shout from across the room to me. I feel the hand on my upper arm so tight it hurts. I look at my boyfriend. He motions with his hand to move, go with the man. I feel myself pulled toward the door to the back room of this bar. I've been to this area of the bar before. It's where we 'girls' are taken for use by the men we are given to.

I'm somewhat dragged down the hall by the man holding my arm. I say nothing. I know that when my boyfriend says 'go', I go. I hear my heels click rapidly as I am hurried down the hall.

He opens the door at the end of the dark hall he is taking me down. He pulls me into the room, turns on the light and closes the door behind him. I can see the two of us in the mirrored walls, see the couches and chairs I've seen others sit in while my boyfriend has had me in this room.

"Don't say a word. Not one fucking word, boy."

I feel his hands go to my waist, feel his thumbs go into the waist band of my shorts and panties. He bends forward. I feel my shorts yanked down, ripped down fast over my butt and down to my knees. He stands straight, takes my arm again and turns me. I feel his hand run over the curve of my naked rear end. I feel my penis shrink with apprehension, even smaller than it already is. I feel afraid of this man.

"Pretty little butt, it really is." 

I feel him turn me back toward him. I feel his hand take my penis in it.

"You're like a girl. A baby boy little thing like that is more like a girl than a boy. Pretty boy."

He's starting to get hot. I can hear it in his voice. I feel him pinch my penis and pull it upward, feel myself rise to my tip toes as he holds me up like that. He kisses me, pushes his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me deeply. I push up against him, feel myself get lost to him.

I start to get hard in his hand. I feel him just hold me, not pump me, just keep me up on my toes as my penis struggles to get hard between his thumb and index finger. I start to whimper, moan.

"Mmmmmmmmmm..."

His tongue deep in my mouth, down my throat, he reaches back with his other hand and puts his fingers up into the crack of my butt between my cheeks. I go fully erect, all two and half inches of my penis, in his hand. He rubs the head of it between his fingers. I feel one finger go up into my butt. I push back against it, feel him almost lift me off the ground as he slides his middle finger up deep into me.

I put my arms around his neck, kiss back, hard. He starts to finger fuck me. I feel my shorts and panties fall down around my ankles. I step out of them.

He pulls his mouth off of me, his hands away from me. I see myself in just high heels and the sexy top I'm wearing, my little thing standing straight up in front of me. He unfastens his belt, undoes his pants and takes them down quickly. His huge erection bounces out of his underwear. As it does I take it in my hand, smile at him. He sticks out a full five inches past my hand as I grip him at the base of it. I lean forward and kiss him on the lips. I go to my knees.

He looks down at me as I take him into my mouth. He cock throbs. He is so big I can only get two thirds of it into me. He is full of precum. I feel and taste it all over the inside of my mouth as I start to masturbate him slowly, rhythmically, fully to the back of my throat, in and out. It's as if he already came in my mouth. He drips precum none stop.

"Ohhhh...yessss..."

He starts to moan. He grips my head firmly.

"I knew you'd be good at that. You perfect little pretty boy."

I feel him start to fuck. It goes on for over half an hour. I feel my lips somewhat numb as he uses my mouth to please himself.

I feel him pull up and out of my mouth quickly. He reaches down and takes a condom from his pants, unwraps it as his cock bobs in front of my face. He holds to my mouth.

"Put it on me with your mouth."

I hesitate.

"I can't be fucked. He forbids it."

"Put it fucking on me with your mouth!"

I feel him take my hair in his hand and slap my face. I quickly open my mouth and cradle the condom between my teeth and lips. I know how to do this, have done it for other men. I feel him guide the head of his cock to the condom. I feel him push it in as I hold it steady with my lips and teeth, feel the condom unroll over his huge erection as it pushes past my teeth and into the back of my throat. He pulls his cock out of my mouth. He unrolls the full length of the condom over his cock with his hand, holds me by my hair and looks down at me. He pushes his cock back into my mouth and starts to fuck again. I feel his cock pulse, feel him at the edge of cumming. I feel relief that he only wants my mouth, that I will not be possibly whipped severely for letting another may fuck my butt without his permission.

Then he changes it all.

I feel him take my arm so tight I know it will leave a bruise. I feel him yank me to my feet and turn me quickly. He bends me over.

I panic, try to pull away from him, as I start to stand. He hits my rear so hard I almost fall into the wall. I feel him grab my hair again, hold me bent over and in place.

"Nooo, he won't allow it, noooo...please..."

I feel him slap my ass again. I start to cry.

"He'll whip me, beat me...nooooo...please..."

I beg him not to fuck me.

"That's not my problem, is it?"

He slaps my ass twice so hard I start to cry harder. I hear the loud music distantly from in the barroom, no doubt drowning out my crying and begging far down the dark hallway and all the way in the back of the bar.

He bends my arm up behind my back, holds it like that by the wrist. It feels like if I move an inch my arm will break

"Don't you fucking move. Don't! I'm warning you."

He hits me fast and five times, spanks me hard. I can feel his erection up against the crack of my cheeks in the back. I feel him guide it to my tight little hole. And then I feel it enter me. I start to cry softly. I don't resist. I resign myself to him. I whimper softly as his erection pushes into me as far as it will go. I give in to him. I lose myself to his rhythmic pumping hard into me, his slapping up into my butt as he fucks me. I am completely his to do with as he pleases.

He fucks me for what seems like forever. I just stay still, whimper and shake slightly as he runs in and out of me. Then he pulls out quickly, turns me so fast I feel dizzy. Pushing me to my knees he moves to the front of me. He quickly peels off the condom, lays it across the top of my head. He just as quickly squeezes open my mouth with his fingers. I feel his cock pushed into my mouth. He pumps in and out several times. He starts to cum almost instantly. I feel the first huge spurt hit the back of my throat. I try to swallow but am so shaken I start to choke, most of it spills out and down the front me. I continue to cry softly as he finishes in my mouth.

"Don't look so sad. Tell you didn't like that. I know you loved that. I could feel that tight little ass of yours open and close around me. I felt you squeeze my cock as I fucked you. You loved that."

He wipes his semi erect cock on the side of my face. He hurries to pull up his pants, fastens them and then his belt.

"You fucking loved that. It's what you were made for. I could tell you wanted that when you pushed your butt back against my hand on the dance floor."

He pulls me to my feet. He pats my butt as he faces me, stands very close. He looks at the wet condom hanging off to the side of my head. He pulls it off, sticks it into my mouth, lets it hang across my lips. I can taste my rear end and the k-y I keep on my little hole at all times, per my boyfriend's orders, all over it. I defiantly pull the condom from my mouth and toss it to the floor. I glare at him. He laughs.

"Oooo, the little girl has some nerve. I like that. I'm going to do that again. You get ready to see a lot more of me. Count on that. I don't care if he is your boyfriend. Now fix your makeup, get your little sissy pants back on and go back to your boyfriend. I'll be in touch. Trust me on that."

He kissed my cheek. He reached back and squeezed my butt. He turned started to walk out of the room. I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back to me.

"I did love it. And I want it again. Do you hear me? I want it again."

I leaned in and kissed his cheek. He laughed.

"Oh, it's going to happen again. Count on it."

He patted my butt. He was gone in an instant. I stood there stunned. I could feel my little hole throb. I could still taste his cum all over the inside of my mouth. I could taste my rear end too. My panties and shorts still down around my ankles, I just stayed like that frozen. I liked what I felt. I didn't want it to end. I liked this man. A lot.

I quickly disposed of the condom in a trash can. I hurried to the ladies room, fixed my makeup, put myself back together as best I could. His cum was all over the front of my little top. I didn't care. I couldn't do anything about that. I went back to the main bar to find my boyfriend seated at the bar with another of his friends.

"Were you a good girl, Princess?"

He patted my butt. I could still feel it throb. I was hoping he'd leave it at that.

"Do you ever lend her out to others?"

The man next to him leered at me. He was gross, overweight and bald. I looked away, ignored his comment.

"I do. But only her mouth."

I felt him squeeze my butt. He kissed me on the cheek. I put my arm around his shoulder.

"I'm a very good little cocksucker when my baby tells me to be. But only when he tells me to be. This belongs to him alone."

I slapped my butt with my hand, kissed my boyfriend on the neck. 

"Daddy, I want something to drink and want to chat with some of the other girls. May I? Please, please, please?"

He turned back to the bar. Ignored the gross man next to him, I felt safe that he'd never know I had just been fucked.

"Go ahead. I have things to talk about here. We'll be leaving soon. I want to fuck that ass of yours. You know how hot it gets me to watch you with others. The way he danced with you, felt you up, that turned me on. You can take care of that when I get you back to your house."

I started to leave. He grabbed my arm.

"That man you just played with."

My heart froze.

"He wants to see you again, says he wants that mouth again. I told him that could be arranged. Was he a gentleman with you? He didn't try to fuck you, did he?"

"No. No, he was a perfect gentlemen. And he has a very nice cock. Big!" 

I opened my mouth wide, then smiled at him."

"We'll see. He may even want to pay for that mouth. Go play with the other girls, princess. I'll come and get you."

As I walked away to the other sissy girls seated down the bar, I could feel my tight little hole throb. I wanted that man again. I wanted him to cum in me next time. If I saw him again I was going to make that happen. And I would see him again. 

I didn't know it then but I would become his completely. I would be sold to the man that just fucked me in the back room of this club. And I would be featured in several other clubs he owns...and spend a lot of time in rooms like the one in the back of this club I just met him in. For now I was care free. I saw the girls smile as I walked to them at the end of the bar.