ALTERNATE EROTICA

1 of 3 at La Chambre

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1 of 3 at La Chambre (FM, F-sub, cons, bd)

My regular sex partner Mary and I went to swinging club with a fuck friend of ours, Maureen. The club has a monthly fetish night and that was the night we had chosen to go. Maureen lives further south even than us and so she picked us up on the night and drove us up to the club. Our plan was that one of us was to be a sex slave to the other two for the night, but to make it really interesting we would not decide ourselves who was to be the slave, and we would not have the decision made until we were actually inside the club! All three of us were to think up as many devilish perversions to inflict on the chosen slave. This gave me a slight advantage as I only had to consider the prospect of a female slave, whereas the other two had to consider the chance of a slave of either sex. We approached the club shortly after opening time, each carrying a small bag containing our towels, toiletries, a change of clothes, and plenty of toys and other items to use should we not be chosen to be the slave. All three of us were dressed in quite old everyday clothes, of a fairly disposable nature, as we had agreed beforehand. Conversation in the car during the long drive had been quite stilted, with the evenings entertainment barely mentioned. I was quite certain that no-one was even considering pulling out as Mary and I had visited the club on such a night before and had a great time, and Maureen had shown herself to be even more into BDSM than us if anything during a previous adventure in a hotel room. She certainly has much more of a taste for pain, spanking and the more physical side of things. Mary and I are more into humiliation and restraint.
Once we had entered the club, and paid our £30 entry fee, Mary and I gave Maureen the tour we had received on our first visit. That was about four months ago, but very little had changed. Maureen found it all fascinating and did not seem particularly perturbed by it all. The club features a ground floor with a bar, dance floor, spa, steam room and changing rooms. Upstairs there are more changing rooms and a series of themed sex rooms with large open divans and windows for people to watch the action from outside. Downstairs is a very well equipped dungeon!
Once the tour was complete we took Maureen to see the dungeonmaster. He is a huge and quite scary looking man who favours the Hell’s Angel look. It comes as quite a surprise to find how nice and polite he is in normal conversation. He is employed to make sure everything that goes on in the dungeon is legal and safe. I introduced Maureen and explained our proposed idea for the evening, and asked if he would devise a fair way to decide which of us should be the slave, such as drawing straws.
“Oh, no, I have a much better idea than that,” he said. “I’m sure the other members in the club will be most interested to know what you are doing and to see how it works out. I’m never busy early on so why don’t I go round and tell them all about it while you three have a drink. I’ll conduct a little poll and we’ll let them choose which of you is to be the slave!”
“Now that’s a great idea,” exclaimed Maureen. “But don’t you think it might be a bit unfair? I mean, I can’t really see many of them wanting to see Mark being a slave, they’ll all want to see a woman.”
“Oh no, you’d be surprised. We see women submitting and being tied all the time so a man at the mercy of two such voluptuous ladies as yourselves might be more entertaining. I think it would get my vote, just for variety!”
“Oh dear, it’s beginning to sound like I should be the one to veto the idea,” I said.
“Oh don’t be such a spoilsport,” said Mary. “Picking straws is so boring, this idea sounds much more fun, and if you do get picked you can always get your own back another time.”
“Well, I suppose you’re right. OK then, we’re up for it. Do your worst! No cheating though!” I said with a laugh. The three of us retired to the bar to order drinks before sitting at a table. From there saw the Dungeon Master going around the tables and couples standing around the club, obviously pointing us out. We even heard a few of the replies to his question when he was talking to people at tables near us, which came out at 3 votes for Mary, 2 for me and 2 for Maureen. He was being quite fair, just explaining the situation and asking for votes, not biasing his introduction in any way towards any one of us. We all talked about it excitedly now, completely different to the atmosphere in the car, probably as a combination of the turn of events and the use of a little alcohol. After half an hour or so and a second round of drinks the Dungeon Master returned to us to give us the result of his poll.
“Maureen is to be your slave for the evening. Please ask if there is anything I can do to help your enjoyment of the evening. Almost everyone in the club is interested in seeing what you will do with her so I’ll be happy to reserve any of the equipment for you.”
“Well, Mary and I will have to have a little chat and discuss our ideas and see how they match up first, so we’ll get back to you in a little while if that’s OK,” I said, “but in the meantime I have an idea to start us off that will give us a chance to do that.”
I took out a sheet of card and a thick marker from my bag and wrote ‘I am slave maureen and my body will be used to entertain you tonight. My safe word is “Red Dress”. Please ignore my cries of pain and pleas for mercy. You may get to know me by asking to inspect any part of my body, but you may not touch. Thank you for taking the time to read my sign’ as the others at our table watched avidly.
“Now, off you go Maureen and show that to everyone in the club. Make certain that you don’t miss anyone out as you will be punished if you do!” I said. “You can leave your bag here with us.”
“Wow, that’s a really great idea,” said the Dungeon Master. “I’ll have to leave you to it now though as I see a few people have started going downstairs to use the facilities. I’ll keep an eye on her for you while she’s down there, and I’ll be looking forward to seeing you all down there later.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will!” said Mary, with a glint in her eye, as he left us. “Now then, one of my ideas is to see what the slave has in their bag and try to figure out what they intended and turn the tables on them!”
“Devilishly ingenious!” I said, and picked up Maureen’s bag and started to empty it onto the table in front of us. Maureen had only got as far as the next table, where she was showing her sign to a couple dressed in the gothic style, and she noticed what we were doing and looked as if she was about to complain.
“Don’t even think about it slave,” I said. “You’re our slave for the night now, so you just carry on with what you’re doing and ignore us, or it will be the worse for you!” She looked a little peeved, but moved on to the next couple. Mary and I continued looking through her bag, ignoring the obvious personal items such as a towel, shower jel and make up. The main items of interest were a rather nasty looking little whip, some thin rope, and a ping pong bat. Mary slapped herself across the thigh with the whip and jumped in surprise.
“Owch! That really hurts!” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe she was really planning to use that on me!”
“Or this rope!” I added, winding it tightly round my arm. “It’s horribly course, nothing like the soft stuff we normally use. She obviously has rather different tastes, but I’m sure we can indulge her, perhaps in ways she wasn’t really expecting. I don’t think it really tells us all that much about what she was planning, apart from that it would have been somewhat more painful than we are used to!”
We then discreetly showed each other the contents of our own bags and discussed our ideas, ensuring that Maureen got no hint of what we were up to. At one point we stopped to watch as a man made her show him her tits. A few minutes later another made her lift her dress and pull her knickers down so he could see her pussy, then she was finished on the ground floor and went up stairs. There could not have been many people up there as she soon came down and went to the basement where the dungeon is. We later found out the Dungeon Master made her show her arsehole to a woman who was bound to a whipping stool and being paddled. The woman claimed she was unable to see Maureen’s arsehole and made her crouch down lower and lower, spreading her arse cheeks as wide as possible, showing her no compassion at all. Maureen told us she felt quite betrayed that her fellow submissive had gone along with the Dungeon Master in that way. By the time she returned to us we had finished our discussion, and our drinks, and were ready to use her for our own pleasure.
“Have you shown your sign to everyone in the club slave,” I asked her, and she replied in the affirmative. I knew she was lying, although unintentionally. “Would you like a drink before we begin?” I asked, and she said that she would. I went to the bar and ordered three vodka ice’s, one in a bowl, a request they had no difficulty fulfilling. I put Maureen’s bowl on the floor and she looked at me in puzzlement.
“You are a lying bitch. You told me you had shown your sign to everyone in the club, but that wasn’t true, was it?” She started to protest, but I cut her off. “You might have shown it to all the customers, but you didn’t show it to the bar or door staff. If you insist on acting like a lying bitch, then we will treat you as one. Down on your hands and knees and drink your drink like the bitch you are!”
Maureen did as I wished and Mary buckled a dog collar she had brought around her neck and then clipped a leather lead to it. This was her idea and she pushed Maureen's head down to the bowl, telling her to drink up like a good dog.
“Bitch,” I corrected her. I ran a hand up her thigh under her skirt, feeling her stocking tops, suspenders and lacy knickers, before sliding a finger into them to see if she was wet. She was.
“You’re wet Mary. It’s turning you on having power over this bitch isn’t it? I bet you’re thinking of all the tricks she’s going to perform for us later, aren’t you?”
“Oh God, yes. I could never really get into being dominant with you because you have such forceful personality and made me be so submissive to you from the start. It’s different with her though because I don’t really know her and she’s never been really dominant with me, so I find it quite easy to think of her as being below me. I’m sure I’m really going to enjoy using my slave for the night, and I don’t think I'll have a problem giving her the hard time I think she needs. Now, hurry up and drink Bitch, so we can get on with the fun.” She gave Maureen a solid whack on the haunches with the ping pong bat to back up her demand. Maureen responded by noisily slurping up her vodka drink. We continued ours at a more leisurely pace and made Maureen lay down on the floor and wait for us after she finished hers.
Once we were done we all went upstairs, Maureen still on her lead and crawling. A couple of men followed us upstairs, only to be disapointed when they found we were only going to the changing room. We put all our stuff in lockers, leaving just the equipment we would need in one bag, and then went back downstairs. The Dungeon Master was standing at the entrance to his domain and I asked him if I could have the perch brought up to the dancefloor. On DV8 nights there is no dancing and the floor is used for public display and humiliation. The perch is a heavily modified, wide based stool. While the Dungeon Master went to get it I told Maureen to get her arse up in the air and pulled her dress up to expose her knickers. Taking a pair of scissors I pulled her pants away from in her and bunched them to allow me to cut 2 holes in them, one over her cunt and the other over her arsehole, before smoothing her dress back down. The Dungeon Master placed the perch beside us and Maureen’s eyes opened wide in shock at he sight of it. A 7” long smooth dildo rises vertically from the centre of the seat and two metal wings with cuffs attatched protrude from the sides. Taking some lubricant Mary slathered it over the dildo and then silently invited Maureen to take her position. Getting up, she carefully climbed onto the steps of the perch and lifted the back of her dress over the dildo. The Dungeon Master and I supported her by her arms as she gently settled down onto the massive anal invader, gasping and grunting in pain as she went, then finally in relief as it passed her anal ring and she settled fully down on it. Pushing her dress up her thighs Mary and I pulled her thighs wide and secured her into the cuffs just below the knees. The dress draped down between her thighs, just covering her pussy from the watching crowd. I looked over at the bar area and almost every eye was on us. Mary cuffed her hands behind her.
“Who want’s to see more of this slut?” I asked the crowd, and was pleased by the roars of approval. Maureen looked absolutely mortified. “Show them how good her tits look then Mary.”
Mary took hold of the sides of the ‘V’ neck of Maureen’s dress and ripped it apart, right down to her navel. The crowd cheered, and I sensed that they had not had a show quite like this for some time. Maureen’s large tits spilled out between the sides of the ripped open dress, barely confined by a fairly inadequate bra. I moved round behind her and cupped her breasts, lifting and jiggling them for the crowd. She managed to grab hold of my balls and fondle them, which was nice, then squeezed them hard, which wasn’t. It didn’t really hurt that badly but I hammed it up anyway, going down faster, and more theatrically than a Spanish striker in the 18 yard box. The crowd erupted with glee, calling her all sorts of names and suggesting punishments they thought she should be given. Picking myself up I put on my sternest and most serious face and told her exactly how much she was going to regret her rash act of defiance. Taking Mary’s surgical scissors from the bag I snipped through the centre of Maureen’s bra and also the straps, before ripping it off her, allowing her heavy globes to fall free.
“Pinch her nipples ‘till she begs you to stop!” I told Mary, and she did. I got some of Maureen’s coarse rope and began to bind her tits while watching Mary pinching and twisting her nipples with ever increasing force. I put loops of rope around each of Maureen’s breasts and then tied it off tightly, making them stand out like two little footballs stuck on her chest. Tears started to roll down her cheeks and she was gritting her teeth against the pain Mary was causing her. I put my hand down the front of the remains of her dress and felt her slit. She was very wet. I pushed two fingers deep inside her, pulled them out immediately, and gave her clit a good rub, making her gasp with pleasure, before showing my wet and glistening hand to the crowd.
“It seems our friend Maureen is a bit of a pain slut,” I said. “Now clean your slime off me you whore, and don’t even consider biting me or I’ll get Mary to do that to your clit instead of your nipples!” I put the fingers to her mouth and she sucked them in and licked them clean. Mary seemed to have decided that she had had enough and took the scissors and sliced up the arms of Maureen’s dress until she was able to drop it entirely from the top of her body, leaving the tattered remains draped around her waist.
I have to admit I stood back to admire Maureen. We had created a very erotic tableau in the centre of the dancefloor. The combination of having her wrists cuffed behind her back and the straight and solid pole inside her made Maureen sit up very straight, looking quite proud and haughty, her spherical breasts standing out proudly on her chest. The dress draped around her thighs gave her a somewhat classical look and I found myself wishing that I had a camera to record the scene, and of course that photography was allowed in the club, which, of course, it is not! I stayed to the side to allow Mary her fun, as we’d agreed previously. She went behind Maureen and began gently stroking her breasts whilst whispering in her ear. I knew she was telling Maureen that she was going to totally expose her to the crowd and make her orgasm in public. Maureen went red with embarrassment and hung her head to the side in shame, as if trying to blot out the crowd. I saw that she had closed her eyes as well and decided that I would have to step in shortly to rectify the situation, but not immediately. Meanwhile Mary was continuing her exploration of Maureen’s body, one hand on her breasts, the other carressing her body before finally finding it’s way down under the remains of the dress to her pussy. Soon Maureen was unable to resist the feelings Mary was causing her and we could all see her physical response, even if she was blotting out ours. I waited a little longer till she was obviously seriously turned on and breathing heavily before stepping forward with the small whip we had found in Maureen’s bag.
“Open your eyes and look at the crowd Maureen. They don’t want to be ignored. They want you to see how much they are enjoying watching you!”
She shook her head and continued looking down at the floor to her side as I expected and I instantly slashed the whip across her belly. It wasn’t hard or painful and didn’t mark her at all, but the shock was electric and she stared goggle eyed at me, and then the crowd. Then she seemed to realise it hadn’t really hurt and that everyone was staring at her and looked away again. I hit her a fair bit harder this time, and right across the top of her tits. Repeating my instructions, I kept my whip arm up as a warning for Maureen not to look away from her audience again. By now her tits were colouring up nicely, not so much from the whip, but from the tight rope binding, but her face was not far behind them! She was obviously mortally embarrassed and it took quite a while for Mary’s ministrations to get her back to the level of erotic pleasure that she had been enjoying before my interuption. Several times I had to wave the whip around a bit to keep Maureen’s eye on the crowd but eventually she was obviously getting close to coming. I helped Mary increase her degradation by slowly pulling the remains of the dress away from her, to the delight of the baying crowd. Then I snipped the sides of her panties and allowed them to fall away from her. Next we made her rise on the stool to show everyone the dildo that she was impaled on. Her knee restraints stopped her from raising more than a few inches, but it was enough for everyone to see what she was sitting on, and for me to cut the remains of her panties away from around it. We made Maureen slide up and down on the dildo a few times, but it was obviously very difficult. I pushed her back down again and Mary held her sex lips open wide to display her properly to the watching throng. Then she fucked her hard with the fingers of one hand, while massaging her clit hard with the other. The crowd roared it’s approval and then finally burst into a huge round of applause as Maureen exploded into a fabulous and noisy orgasm. It was one of the more spectacular orgasms I had ever had the pleasure of witnessing, and I couldn’t help wondering if Mary or myself would have got so much out of the torture we had designed for Maureen.

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