ALTERNATE EROTICA |
hole visits a swinging club for the 6th time
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This story is absolutely true.
hole visits a swinging club for the 6th time
(MF, MMMF, orgy, cons, F-sub, true)
I arrived at my Master's house four minutes late, which was not a good start. Whilst timing was tight, I had stated that, if I was going to be late, I would text him. I did apologise, but he informed me that it was just not good enough. The weather was abysmal but, as always, no excuse is acceptable. For once my Master was ready on time, Sod's Law really, but never mind! Whilst we were only fifteen minutes late leaving his flat, the weather and driving conditions deteriorated rapidly the further north we got.
By the time we arrived, Mark's female friend and Terry had already been there for over forty-five minutes. Mark apologised for us being late and informed them that I was late arriving and then the weather had slowed us down. We went upstairs to the changing room. My outfit for the night was a black basque with a lace-up back and pretty pink ribbon detail with a matching mesh ruffle petticoat skirt, again with ribbon detail, and a black lacy thong. I also wore a pair of black hold-up stockings and black high-heeled shoes. Once we were changed, we returned down to the bar area, where we had a drink, and joined Mark's female friend, Terry and a couple who are also regulars there.
We stayed talking to them for approximately forty-five minutes before Mark announced that we were off. I followed him dutifully, walking round the club until he found an empty room. Once inside, Mark locked the door and delved into his black drawstring bag, removing a pair of hair clippers and ensured they were on the correct setting. In the meantime I had kicked my shoes off and was standing submissively, waiting for my first instruction of the evening. Mark passed the clippers to me and lay face down on the mattress, ordering me to shave his back.
Kneeling on the bed beside him, I started methodically to shave his back, which was not easy as it was very stuffy in there and Mark’s back was already sweating. I shaved it to the best of my ability, and then asked if I was also to shave between his bum, as I have done on previous occasions. Mark confirmed I should, so I continued until I was happy with the finished product.
Once I turned the shaver off, Mark stood up and left the room; I merely followed as expected. Mark went down for a quick shower, then we returned to the bar area, re-joining Mark's female friend, Terry and the other couple. We stood talking again for approximately thirty minutes, at which point the subject turned to ladies' bodily hair. Mark's female friend mentioned getting her legs waxed and I commented that, even though I may be a masochist and love most types of pain, waxing any part of my body has never appealed to me. It has always sounded too painful. I heard Mark comment quietly to Mark's female friend that I would soon find out for myself!
Mark mentioned to the group that I have been working on a special task now for over six weeks. ‘Show them hole’ he ordered. I lifted my skirt up and pulled my knickers down to expose my cleanly shaven cunt; with the exception of a one-inch circle of pubic hair that had to be exactly one inch above my slit. Due to the poor light they were unable to see it and my Master ordered me to stand in front of him. I obeyed immediately and he touched the front of my cunt. However, as there was not a really bushy one-inch circle of hair visible, he did not believe me. I assured my Master that I had followed his instructions to the letter.
Terry decided to go for a walk around the club to see what was happening, whilst the rest of us stayed chatting for a further half-hour, if not longer. Mark was talking to his female friend, when they decided they were going to go and play. My Master instructed me quite clearly that I was to remain in the bar until Terry returned and I was then to entertain or amuse him in whatever way he required, ensuring I looked after his needs thoroughly until they returned.
I acknowledged this order from my Master and remained seated in the bar area, originally still chatting to the same couple. After a further twenty minutes, the couple went off to find some action and I was temporarily seated on my own, until a couple we had played with on a previous evening came and joined me. The female, who is into the spanking scene, was asking me for advice on how to meet up with other like-minded people (as her partner is not into the BDSM scene). I explained that you do get regular “local Munches”, where you can get to know other people within your area. Or another option, if you are willing to switch between being a Sub and a Domme, is to link up with someone else local who switches. She did mention that she was in the mood for an extremely hard spanking session that evening and that she may approach Mark later for one. I laughingly agreed that I was really in the mood for a heavy session too!
The lady's partner announced that he was going outside for a cigarette then a walk around. After he had left, I commented to her, that, given half a chance, that would be where I would be going as well and she replied ‘go with him, he won't mind’. I explained to her the no-smoking agreement I have in place with my Master (which is no smoking from the time I get out of my car until I am well on my way home again) but, as she pointed out, what could my Master do, whack me?
“True” I replied, “but not only do I have to wait for Terry, my cigarettes are in my locker and the Master has the key’
“That’s okay, Don will give you a cigarette if you catch him still in the locker area,” she replied. ‘If Mark returns in the mean time, I will tell him where you are" she offered.
"Okay thanks," I replied.
I went upstairs and as usual I got lost in the maze of corridors. After asking a young man where the smoking area was, I made my way there, passing Terry in the corridor. I stopped and spoke to him, he said he was okay, so I replied I would catch him up shortly, as I was just nipping out for some fresh air.
"No problem," he replied.
I went and sat outside in the cool air, as inside the club was stifling hot. Whilst I was sitting out there, Donny and his partner (whom I know from previous visits), offered me a cigarette and I accepted, knowing that it was wrong.
After I had been sat out there for about twenty minutes, Terry came to the door and stood talking for a couple of minutes, before announcing he was off on walkabout again. I knew I should have stood up and immediately followed him, but foolishly decided to stay out in the cool air for another five minutes. Just after Terry left, I thought I could hear him talking to both Mark and Mark's female friend, but not wanting to walk into them straight from the smoking area, I stayed there for a further five minutes, until I thought the coast was clear. Just as I was about to stand up, my Master approached the door.
I immediately jumped up respectfully and informed him that I had been outside for some air to cool down, whilst at the same time crossing my fingers that he would not smell the smoke. He stayed out there with me for a couple of minutes before asking where Terry was. I informed him that, last seen, he was going to go for another walk around and see what was happening; nothing further was said.
We returned to the bar area and there were four different flavoured birthday cakes, as it was one of the barmaids' birthday and she invited Mark to help himself. He ordered me to expose my breasts, so I unclipped the top. Mark initially started to rub the cake into my breast but, as it was slipping down my chest, I was ordered to go back towards the drinks shelf. I obeyed and leant all the way back into a crab position until my head was touching the bench. My Master then ate his cream cake off of my breast using only his tongue. Afterwards when I had been given permission to stand, we re-joined Mark's female friend and Terry, who had just come downstairs. I was expecting my Master to mention meeting Terry as they came out, but nothing was said. I thought I had got away with it. (As you will see at the end of the report, I most certainly did not escape….!)
After Mark had finished talking to his female friend, he stood up and came behind my stool, gently kissing and nibbling my neck which caused goosebumps all down my back. He then kissed my earlobe, which really does make my hair stand on end, not that I was complaining at all, you understand! Mark informed his female friend and Terry that we were off up to the dungeon, should they wish to join us later. I stood up and followed my Master. When we arrived at the dungeon, it was already really busy. Donny was leaning over the bed, getting a severe thrashing, another person was leaning against the side of the bed being spanked, and a further person was chained to the wall getting teased and tormented. There were already lots of spectators standing around the room when we arrived.
I followed my Master to the other end of the dungeon and stood waiting for my first instruction. I did not need to wait long before I was ordered to bend over, pull my skirt up and my knickers down. I duly bent over and touched my toes, then waited silently for my punishment to commence. Instead Mark ordered me to put both hands on the bedstead, and then resume position, which I did.
The flogger crashed down on my bum and hips, which I silently counted, in case my Master asked me how many strokes I had taken. Fifty-four strokes fell, which were mainly level three, approximately six I would grade as level four (on the 1-5 scale). He paused briefly during the punishment to explain to a group of three men that I actually did enjoy being punished severely and that, due to the fact that I was on Morphine for a shoulder injury, he needed to deliver them at a higher level for me to feel the pain.
I started to explain that I did not actually have any morphine in my body at that moment, as I had forgotten to replace the patch I wear, after it had fallen off a couple of days previously, but then I tailed off, not wanting to appear disrespectful towards, or to contradict, my Master. He then asked me loudly if I thought I had been punished enough for keeping my Master waiting four minutes, earlier in the evening, I truthfully replied 'yes', even though I was in the mood for a really heavy, intense punishment and wanted him to continue.
I remained in position and my Master gave me a moderate hand spanking. Inwardly I was pleased that he had not taken my agreement that I had been punished accordingly for my crime, as a signal for him to stop.
Whilst I was still bent over, looking down at the floor, I could see a larger female making her way up to Mark, whom he invited to spank my bottom. The first smack did not land correctly and the sound indicated that she had hurt her hand more than my bum. Mark showed her how to spank so that, whilst I felt the pain, she did not. The female delivered a further twenty spanks on my bottom and with each spank Mark was encouraging her with comments such as ‘yes, that landed right’, ‘much better’ or ‘cup your hand more’. Soon each spank was being delivered effectively.
Mark then recommenced the hand spanking, again each spank was mainly rated as level three, before finishing off by flogging my bum and hips. Throughout the session I could sense that there were many people watching the three individual scenes, which were taking place simultaneously. Mark asked the spectators if anyone wanted to fuck me but, unfortunately for me, there was no takers.
"Did you hear that, hole?" Mark announced loadly. "No one wants to fuck you. Get dressed".
"Yes Master," I replied respectively. Further down the bed, Donny (a cross-dresser whom we know), was still lying face down across the bed, getting an extremely intense and painful thrashing. In all honesty, I felt jealous as I really was in the mood and wished that it was I, who was at the end of the cane that was cutting down hard on his buttocks.
Once I had replaced my black thong and put my shoes back on, I followed my Master through the club, back down to the bar. We got some drinks, by which time Mark's female friend and Terry had joined us. We then stood around chatting to them until quarter to twelve, when my Master announced loudly that it was time to get me fucked!
I followed Mark around the club to see what was happening. When we arrived at the ‘Orgy Room’, the couple, who we had been talking to earlier, was already in there, along with two other couples. Mark entered and walked up to the mattress, putting his bag down, so I removed my shoes and waited for his instructions. Instead he left the room and informed me he would be back shortly. In the meantime, I replaced my shoes and stood back outside the door, so that all the people who were watching through the viewing room (five men and one woman) could still see. I struck up polite conversation with a man I had spoken to earlier in the evening, whilst I had been sitting outside in the smoking area.
Mark returned and I duly followed him back into the orgy room, removing my shoes once more. I did not remove my knickers at that point, as I did not want to assume that my Master was very kindly going to allow me to be fucked. I stood waiting for my next order as Mark lay down on one of the front mattresses (nearest to the viewing window). I did not have to wait long.
Mark lay on his back and ordered me to get his cock into my mouth; I did not need telling twice. I bent over him in such a position that all they could see from the viewing window initially was my black skirt. After I had been licking and sucking his cock for about five minutes, Mark lifted my skirt up, giving the audience a view of my bum and the thong I was wearing. I continued focusing my attention purely on my Master’s cock for a further ten minutes; occasionally he would insert a finger deep inside my cunt, checking that my holes were ready to be fucked.
Someone commenced spanking my bum very gently despite my Master instructing them to spank me hard. Mark ordered me to turn around, facing the viewing window, with my bum towards him, and suck that cock. A man came forward and thrust his cock into my face. Using my hand I guided his cock inside my mouth and concentrated on the task in hand.
Whilst I was paying attention to this, Mark continually spanked my bum, not hard but enough to ensure I kept my concentration on the cock. On a couple of occasions, during the next ten minutes, Mark asked the man if he had cum yet, to which he replied ‘No’.
"Did you hear that hole, you are crap, get on with it now."
!Yes Master, Sorry," I replied.
As I was answering my Master, a lot of comments were being bantered back and forth, causing everyone (including me) to laugh. Whilst this was taking place, I really did have to concentrate on the job in hand, especially whilst I was being spanked, ensuring I did not bite down as Mark's hand made contact with my sorry bum. The man did cum, but he left his cock in my mouth, whilst I continued lavishing attention on it. When my Master next asked if his slut had made him cum, he confirmed that I had. He moved away and my Master asked the man standing behind him, if he wanted to use his slut.
The man wasted no time in stepping forward and placing his cock into my mouth. Again I concentrated on the task in hand or in this case, in mouth! After I had been, licking and sucking the man's cock, my Master asked him if he wanted to fuck me, to which he replied “Definitely!”
To this my Master replied "You heard him, hole, turn round and let this man fuck you in whichever hole he chooses."
"Yes Master," I replied respectfully.
Once I had turned round I began to remove my black thong but the man, eager to fuck me, pulled it down for me. I briefly stood up long enough to kick my pants off, then climbed back onto the mattress, and adopted the usual submissive position. The man thrust his long hard cock into my wet cunt, almost immediately I was groaning with gratification. I needed to be fucked and intended to enjoy every second of it, milking the man’s cock tightly in to my cunt.
The man continued fucking me in that position for a good five minutes, before deciding to switch to my other hole; his cock thrust straight up into my bottom without any problem. My Master was in front of me and I was by then focusing my attention on his cock. Running my tongue lovingly down the shaft and around his balls, a move that I know he likes, circling the glans with my tongue, and tasting a small amount of pre-cum. The man was thrusting his cock up into my bum extremely hard and I really had to concentrate on Mark’s cock, ensuring I did not catch his cock with my teeth by accident.
It was not long before he came inside me and withdrew his cock, within seconds another man had replaced him and began fucking me, whilst another man was licking, sucking and nibbling my nipples., Mark by this point had joined in some play elsewhere and left me at the mercy of three other men. I was ordered to turn over onto my back and, as is expected, I obeyed immediately.
A large cock entered my cunt with ease, my juices still flowing from the previous fuck. I soon found my legs being lifted high up into the air and the cock was thrust back inside my cunt, whilst one of the men kept my legs held high. At one point, I fell over to the side but miraculously managed to keep the cock in my cunt whilst this happened. The two men at the side of me soon lifted me back into position, whilst the coloured guy continued to fuck me powerfully, leaving my cunt feeling extremely full but I definitely was not complaining! It was only a matter of seconds before I came with his cock still deep inside my cunt.
Occasionally a hand would be placed firmly over my mouth and nose preventing me from breathing. I could not see who it was that was doing it (which I now know was my Master) but I did not like this. Earlier on in the evening, whilst I was chatting to Mark, we had discussed breath play and I had mentioned to him then that I did not like that kind of play, so I dismissed the thought that it would be my Master, as he usually tends to take into consideration my likes and dislikes of different types of play.
Once that man had cum inside my cunt, I remained in position whilst he swapped places with the man who had been holding my legs and he too elevated them extremely high again, before fucking me. All three men fucked me in that high suspended position, with one man holding my legs up whilst another was grabbing, nibbling or biting at my nipples or kissing me on my mouth.
Whilst I was being fucked by the third man, a hand was put round my throat, pinning me firmly down on the mattress. I did at one point ask to change my position due to my shoulder, so the grip on my throat was released momentarily, but soon put back in place again. Mark began kissing me passionately tonguing the inside of my mouth, not that I could reciprocate, as I still had very little movement of my head, as I was still securely pinned down by my Master’s strong muscles. He would release the grip on my throat for a couple of minutes then start again. I could not keep up with who was doing what with my body, as I was handled by quite a few different people.
Once the third man had finished fucking me, my Master ordered me to get into position.
"Yes Master", I replied, whilst immediately adopting the submissive position on my hands and knees. Mark's large cock was thrust inside my cunt with ease. I tightened my cunt muscles to grip his cock. Mark continued to fuck me in that position for about ten minutes before I was ordered to turn over.
I turned and lay on my back, with my legs held up high and wide apart by a young man, whilst Mark's cock entered my cunt, with only my head and shoulders touching the mattress. Mark continued to fuck me in this position. It was not long before I cum again. The man, who was holding my legs, commented to Mark that I was a right slut, with which he agreed.
Mark ordered me to turn over again, so I went back on my hands and knees with my head bowed submissively. He continued to fuck me in this position for a couple of minutes. The young man, who was by now sitting in front of me, grabbed my hair tightly and forcibly lifted my head, ordering me to look him in the eye. I obeyed even though at that point it was actually too dark in the room to see him. The main light was switched on and one of the staff announced it was time to go home.
Mark ordered me to get on my back, which I did, propping myself up slightly on the knees of the man, who was sitting behind me by then. Both Mark and he started to wank themselves and I opened my mouth wide in anticipation of their cum. The young guy came in my face. Mark by now was standing up, wanking himself, before announcing that ‘he was all fucked out, and had obviously cum too many times already that night’.
My Master stood up and told me to get up. I immediately obeyed and followed Mark down to the showers. By the time I had managed to untie my corset, Mark had already finished in the shower. The man from the orgy room came in behind me and, once Mark had left the area, he started to kiss me. I apologised to him and explained that I could not stand there kissing him, as my Master was waiting. As I finished showering, he started kissing me again, but I pulled away, even though I was extremely tempted to stay in the shower with him a little longer. I informed him that my Master would be extremely cross with me and I did not want to upset him.
At that point I noticed an ear-ring was missing, and I managed to persuade the man to go and look, whilst I joined my Master in the changing room. It did not take long before he came into the changing room and handed it to me. I finished getting changed and we left the club for the journey home. As I was back at work early the next morning I slept whilst Mark drove back to his place, then I continued on my homeward journey.
When I got home, I sent a text to my Master thanking him for the previous night. It read, ‘Hi Oark. Got home safely, now just got to drag myself back out of my pit later. Thanx 4 an excellent night. It may have been extremely slow up until midnight (Yes I know I could have tracked Terry down, instead of joining the smokers for a quickie!) But the last hour certainly made up for it! Take cae xxx. Unfortunately I had not checked the text before sending it; otherwise I would have noticed that I had mis-spelt both his name and the word ‘care’.
At half past eight that morning, whilst I was at work, I received a swift reply from my Master which read ‘Are you saying that things go better when you do as you are told? Write a letter to Terry explaining what you were told to do, why you did not do it and apologizing. To me by 7am Friday. Inc in story also.'
My heart sunk and as soon as I could, I replied to his message, saying ‘No. I wasn’t saying that at all, Master. Just literally that the last hour when I was continually used and abused was mind-blowing, I can't even remember how many men, as I lost track and I really enjoyed that part of the evening that was all I meant! Xx’ I did not receive any further texts from Mark; however, that evening, I found an e-mail waiting for me.
The e-mail read:
‘hole,
Later on that evening I was chatting to my Master on Windows Live Messenger and almost immediately he asked if I had received the e-mail, that he had sent. I confirmed that I had indeed received it and that I would ensure I wrote my apology to Terry per his instructions that night. I would carry out the second part of his punishment the following night, once I had bought a courgette. Mark's female friend was also online and we were having a three-way conversation, when my Master informed me that, when they were leaving the private room, due to my selfishness, Terry was subjected to listening to Mark's female friend’s cries of passion in his arms and that Mark's female friend was also upset by the incident.
I started to write a couple of replies to that previous comment but changed my mind each time. What I really wanted to say was that, I had waited in the bar for Terry for over half an hour, as instructed, before going on walk about. When I did meet Terry, he said he was quite happy walking around watching people. As my orders had been to stay in the bar until he came back, and then to entertain him, I was clearly disobeying my Master's explicit order to remain in the bar, irrespective of Terry's position in the matter. Whilst trying to compose this reply my Master sent me a message saying ‘Stop digging hole. You have three holes so I don’t need another one’ I apologised, unreservedly, and accepted my punishment, as I was, without doubt, in the wrong and, in any case, the Master IS always right.
Mark briefly went off-line and I continued chatting to Mark's female friend. I apologised unreservedly to her for my disgraceful behaviour the previous night and for putting her in that situation, especially as Mark's female friend was with Mark and he had ordered me to look after Terry's needs whilst they were busy elsewhere, which obviously I failed to do.
Later that evening I completed my e-mail to Terry and sent my Master a copy of it as well, so he could see I was obeying his order. The e-mail read
‘Hi Terry
As you know I did pass you briefly in the corridor but selfishly decided to continue outside for some fresh air initially and even worse, then succumbed to a cigarette. I knew this was directly disobeying my Master’s instructions and would be extremely costly if caught, but I did it anyway. I accept that when you came out to the smoking area and you mentioned that you had just heard both Mark and Mark's female friend enjoying themselves, I should have immediately stood up and excused myself from the conversation I was having with another male and made you my priority, ensuring that I accompanied you and satisfied what ever needs you had, or accompanied you on your walk about.
I truly apologise and can assure you that it will not happen again. I will accept whatever punishments, you, Mark's female friend or my Master decide I deserve and I will make amends when we next meet up.
hole’
A few evenings later, I did speak to Terry online and asked if he had received the e-mail, which he confirmed he had. I asked him if he wanted to reply to my apology, which I would include in this report, but the only reply, which he was adamant I include in this report, was that both Mark and Mark's female friend were out of order using a private room and he did not feel comfortable hearing Mark's female friend’s dulcet tones a couple of corridors away. I made no comment as I was already in the doghouse! Sorry Master could not resist the forbidden word!!!
Although I have complied with all of my Master’s instructions, I have a gut feeling that this is not the last I will hear about my disgraceful behaviour. Will have to wait and see…!
The End.
Master's comment - The matter of smoking will clearly need to be addressed! And I don't know where 'dulcet tones' came from - My female friend just about screamed the entire club down when she came! She told me that she has to bite things to stop herself annoying the neighbours at home and likes to really let go when she is in a club, and that was a particularly good orgasm as it was a long time since we had got together so I pulled out all the stops!
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When I informed my Master that I had just sent the e-mail, he acknowledged it with ‘good’. The following evening, I took the courgette up to my bedroom and masturbated with it until I had orgasmed with it deep inside my cunt. I then removed it and ate the entire courgette as per my instructions. I took various photographs on my mobile phone, whilst doing this, as proof for my Master, which I forwarded the next morning and my Master confirmed that he had indeed received them that evening.