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Clubs, Contracts and Tribulations
By: Jessica
Friday
It was that period in fall where it was just a bit chilly but not
quite cold yet here in Chicago. I paid the cab driver and got out. I
pulled my jacket tight around my shoulders; it hung down covering most
of my black evening dress. The air was cool on my pantyhose-clad legs as
I walked to the sidewalk looking around for the address my co-worker had
told. We worked in the same office and he was around thirty, with
shoulder length light brown hair. There was something about him that
appealed to my most primal instincts, which brings me here.
After walking down the block a couple times I determine that the
address I am looking for is between two storefronts and a dark alley
lies in between. Feeling a little bit uneasy walking down a dark alley
late at night I almost went back to the street to hail another cab, but
something pushed me on. I begin the walk down the dark alley having a
little trouble walking on the paver bricks that made up the alley
because I don't often wear heels. The walls on the sides of the alley
were covered in graffiti; I couldn't tell if it was done by juveniles or
by trendy shop owners as an artistic statement. As I approach the end
of the alley I see illuminating the far wall at the end of the alley a
picture of a woman in leather and latex wearing a gag of some sort. The
image was being projected up from some hidden source in the bushes
lining the alley. By this time I had a knot in my stomach trying to
figure out what it was exactly my co-worker had invited me to.
My curiosity was too much for the fear I was also experiencing and
I approached the obviously well worn door that was painted completely
black. By this time I can hear the bass of club music spilling from
within the club. I pull on the door and I feel a rush of warm air spill
out blowing my long blonde hair which is pulled back with a banana clip
with strands gingerly lingering in my face. Black light radiates out
making the white design on my purse stand out eerily. After passing
through a short passageway a large balding man with a goatee "greets" me
by asking for I.D. I fumble in my purse for a moment before finding my
wallet, while I scan him over; he is wearing black leather "stomping"
boots, black jeans and a leather vest covering a T-shirt with a rather
profane statement on it. I finally get out my driver's license and hand
it to him so he can see that I am a ripe legal age of 28 years.
The bouncer steps out of my way and I step forward a few steps
surveying my surroundings. The club is absolutely packed with people.
To my left extending the entire length of the club is a bar. After the
bar I can see the restroom signs, which I always must take note of. In
front of me about a dozen feet is the start of a very large dance floor
with a stage at the very back wall. Surrounding the dance floor and
stage are carpeted platforms of various heights that form freeform
seating and tables in appropriate places. There is a DJ booth in the
far corner, and the entire place is extremely dark with the only light
coming from the black lights and various strobe lights on the dance
floor. This is made even more eerie by all the cigarette and smoke
machine smoke filling the entire area.
After getting a grip on the layout I begin to notice the
inhabitants of this strange place. The first thing that strikes me is
I have never seen so many tattoos and piercings before in my life.
Almost everyone here has at least one visible tattoo and piercing. The
clothing is primarily black, but varying drastically in styles. There
are many men in black jeans or pants, with heavy leather jackets. There
are others wearing mesh tops, no tops, tight leather shorts and even
very formal dress clothes with classic style ties. I have to check
myself to make sure I am still breathing on several occasions. The
women's clothes are equally diverse. There is anything from leather
miniskirts, tube tops, fishnets, torn shirts and jeans shorts, all the
way to formal dresses. Almost everything is either dark or black
though, which briefly makes me sigh in relief that I had chosen a black
evening dress and a dark brown jacket. The hair styles are just as
eclectic, with every color of the rainbow accounted for. In addition
all or large areas are often shaved on both men and women.
I am sure I looked out of place as I gawked in awe at the people
around me so I did not notice my co-worker come up behind me. "How are
you doing beautiful?" he says as I gasp in surprise, my hand covering my
mouth.
"Oh my gosh, Steven!" I reply in a shocked manner. "What is this
place?" I question, not concerned with people overhearing as the club is
incredibly loud.
"This is one of my weekend hangouts. It's a Goth/BDSM club," he
answers. "You seem a bit uncomfortable, should we go somewhere else
instead?"
He obviously was at least mildly perceptive noticing my kind of
panicked expression, but truth be told I was very interested in this
place. "No, no… but can you please get me a drink? A gin and tonic please?"
"Certainly." He gives a comforting smile and takes my hand. He
leads me to a carpeted "seat" and I sit, still absorbing the fascinating
surroundings. He walks to the bar as I take in the change in appearance
of my co-worker. I am used to him being in a dress shirt and pants at
work. Yet here he is wearing shiny leather pants and a small armless
vest with nothing underneath exposing his arms and chest. I can't
believe how hot he looks. I cross my legs uncomfortably was I watch his
butt as he leans across the bar to get the drinks.
He returns and I take a sip of my drink, the harshness of the gin
calms my nerves a bit. I take a moment to stare at his face, the
stubble coming in showing he didn't shave that day, it is very sexy. I
suppose he probably doesn't shave on the weekends and just shaves during
the week for work. Entranced by his deep blue eyes staring at me with a
soft smile on his lips I work up the courage to ask him, "So…. what do
you do when you come here?"
He chuckles for a moment with the smile remaining before replying,
"Well I like to come here to enjoy the atmosphere, and find submissives."
"Submissives?" I ask in confusion.
"Yes, women who like to exchange power with me. I am a Dominant,
and I seek submissive women. Mix in a little bondage and discipline
play for fun. It is a great time" he replies, that grin still coating
his face.
My mind churns and I pick some relevant information from some
movies I've seen. "So you like to tie girls up?"
"Well, it is a bit more than that, although that is fun," his smile
gets even wider. "I basically take control of the 'scene' and tell the
submissive what to do."
I take a deep breath in, completely intrigued, "like what would you
tell her to do?"
"Well, if she was a full time submissive I could tell her to do
anything, possibly mundane chores. However it gets more interesting in
the bedroom or in public. I could tell her to masturbate while I watch,
or I could take her to the club and have her dance for me in front of
the crowd" he answers very nonchalantly.
I am not sure if it was obvious to him or not in my hazy state, but
by this time I was completely aroused, I couldn't tell but I am sure my
panties were dampening. After a noticeably pause I manage to spit out
an uneasy, "Oh my."
We continued to chat for a while, had some more drinks and watched
people dance. After an hour or two he takes my hand to get my
attention, I turn and face him.
"So, the fact that you are still here makes me think you have at
least a vague interest, so why don't we do this. Tomorrow night I want
you to wear a tight mini skirt and tube top, no bra. Meet me here at
10pm, there is an event happening and I would like you to be there with
me. Can you do that?" he asks.
I get a lump in my throat and try to swallow for a period of time.
I have always been a 'good girl' and wouldn't normally do that, but,
oh god he has me so worked up. "Okay… I'll be there," I finally
manage to stammer out.
"Good. Let me get you a cab home" he once again takes my hand and
leads me out of the club, back out the dark alley to the street. Once
in the cab and on my way home I let out a deep breath that had been
building up in me for the past couple hours. I stare out the window of
the cab watching the town homes and parks pass by on the way back to my
apartment. All I can think about is him and what would happen tomorrow.
The descriptions of D/s he had espoused had me completely wet to my
extreme surprise. I continued to think about it as I put myself to bed
that night.
Saturday
I arrive at the club in a new miniskirt and tube top that I just
purchased that day, to fill an apparent void in my wardrobe that now
needed to be filled. I feel very embarrassed to be in such a skimpy
outfit as I trot as quickly as I can from the street down the alley. I
am relieved by the fact that the street and alley were empty. I enter
the club. It is much more quiet today and I see Steven near the entrance
wearing a formal black suit.
"Hello my dear" he says very happily. He leans to my ear and
whispers, "This is going to be a bit of a trial by fire introduction to
submission. We are going to walk to the stage. I will sit in one of the
chairs on the stage. You will kneel on the floor to my left with your
hands on your knees. If I ask you to do anything just play along okay?"
"Y-y-yes" I stammer out nervously.
"Good, follow me" he says and leads the way through a mass of
people to the stage. As we approach the stage I notice that the people
are even more extreme tonight than they were yesterday. Once the stage
is in view I can see about 10 chairs on stage, about half of them are
occupied each with I presume a submissive kneeling beside them. I climb
the stairs following him up, noticing the pairs already seated. The
first pair are male, and both extremely attractive. The Dom is very
well dressed and the sub is only wearing a loin cloth, with an enormous
upper body. The second pair is a male Dom and female sub, probably in
their forties. The female sub is a little overweight but both are still
attractive looking. The next pair is a female Domme and a male sub. The
woman is almost Amazonian in size. She is very attractive but an
obviously older woman. The male appears to be little more than a boy.
I'd guess teens but this is a 21 or over club so he must be at least 21.
Steven takes a seat, so I walk past him and kneel to his left
noticing the pair just past us. It is a female Domme and a female sub.
The Domme is almost as Amazonian as the previous Domme and is wearing
a full latex suit with a mask. It is mostly black with white lines
running along the seams. The female sub is a young attractive black
woman. She is naked except for a ring gag in her mouth, piercings and
tattoos gracing her body. Some of the tattoos say some of the most
vulgar things I wouldn't dare repeat.
There is another pair farther down but I didn't get a good look.
Almost all of the subs had collars on and most of the Doms had leashes
tied to them. I look out into the large crowd and suddenly become very
self-conscious so I look down at the stage.
"Greetings Sir Steven, I see you have found yourself a new sub?"
the Domme to my left asks.
"Yes, she is new to the lifestyle, fine of you to notice" he
replies with a smile.
"Of course I have to keep tabs on the competition as they snap up
new subs" she chuckles in response.
"Perhaps some day soon we will have to exchange notes my Lady" he
returns with a bit of characteristic panache. With that the host begins
his address over the loudspeaker. During this conversation I notice the
rest of the seats had been filled.
"I am glad you all could join us tonight" the host begins, "for
those who have not participated before, the rules are very simple. We
will go down all of the pairs, and each one will put on a demonstration.
This can be anything they wish to show how apt their submissive is at
pleasing their Dom. Once everyone has gone, we will go through the
list again and judge by the audience. So make a lot of noise for your
favorite!"
By the end of the explanation I am very intrigued to see what the
others do, but I am even more curious what Steven has for us! My heart
is racing as I watch the first pair go up. The two men go to the middle
of the dance floor, the Dom goes to a chair in the middle of the floor
and sits, while the sub begins one of the most erotically charged dances
I have ever seen. Absolutely stunning! The second pair goes to the
floor and the woman is chained in a large frame spread eagle and whipped
on her most sensitive areas. The rest of them blur together until the
point when it is our turn.
Steven tells me to "Please follow me." I walk down off the stage
and follow him to a pole at the edge of the dance floor. "Stand back to
the pole." He walks behind me, he takes my wrists in his hand and I
hear a noise and something around my wrists. I can only assume it is
handcuffs. "Open your mouth" he commands, I comply as a plastic ball
with straps is inserted into my mouth. He fastens it behind my head
securely, I still can't see him behind me when he says "Spread your
legs," I do so as he attaches a spreader bar to each of my ankles. I
moan surprisingly excited by all this.
He walks out in front of me with that grin still on his face. He
comes in very close to my face and while my attention is distracted he
pulls down my tube top exposing my breasts to the audience. I gasp into
the gag in surprise, he then slips down further and lifts my miniskirt
and pulls my panties down exposing my bush now to the audience! Blood
rushes to my head in embarrassment that I am sure was plainly visible to
the audience. At this point I can't see what he is doing but he is
applying something warm to my mound, and when he pulls out a straight
edge razor I almost faint. He proceeds to shave me bare with it before
presenting my now hairless crotch to the audience. I close my eyes in
complete and utter shame.
As I lean against the pole with my eyes shut he pulls my panties
back up, my miniskirt back down and my tube top back up. He then
removes the gag and removes the spreader bar and handcuffs. I open my
eyes as he leads me once again back to the seat on the stage, and the
attention then focuses on the pair next to us. Kneeling again I notice
the strange feeling of my panties up against my hairless pubic region.
My heart rate starts returning to normal as I realize this was the most
exhilarating feeling I've ever experienced in my life, in spite of…or
perhaps because of…the humiliation.
I am then able to turn my attention to the truly stunning sight
before me. The latex-clad Domme had the black sub in a gas mask with a
tube attached to it which leads to the crotch of the Domme's latex suit.
There is a pump blowing air through it and the black sub is getting very
agitated.
"Mmmm… very good pet," the Domme says, "you may remove the gas mask
and claim your reward." With that the black sub takes off the gas mask,
while the Domme leans back in a chair with her legs spread. The sub
crawls on all fours towards the Domme, removes the tube from her suit,
unzips the crotch region and begins giving her oral sex… right on stage!
I am completely stunned, I watch for a few minutes until the Domme
appears to orgasm, zips back up and leads the black sub back to their
seats next to me.
There are a few more performances after that but seemingly
unremarkable after that one, and not unsurprisingly the audience thought
so to and applauded at an unbelievable volume when it came time to
"vote" for them. After some seemingly silly prizes were given to the
winners, then Steven talks to me, "You did very well, I hope you enjoyed
yourself?" he inquires.
I begin to blush again, "Yes I did. Thank you very much."
"If you are interested in more we can continue next weekend.
Would you like that?" he asks.
Completely enthralled I reply, "Oh yes please let's."
"Okay, then here is what I will do. Tomorrow as it is quite late,
just take a day of rest. Each day at work I will give you a package, it
will contain instructions. If any of the commands within is too much
for you, just tell me. If everything goes well we will have another
outing Friday after work." He looks at me seeing if I am okay with it.
I wipe my brow as my heart is beating and I am sweating, "Yes that
is wonderful."
"Great, then come with me." He leads me out of the club and hails
me another cab like a perfect gentleman. I am weak in the knees on the
way out and can barely contain myself in the cab home.
Monday
Sunday had passed without event except my continuous anticipation
of what would come next. The suspense has me so wound up I can barely
work. Most of the day passes, then at about 4:15pm while I am on the
phone with one of the company's freelance employees Steven wanders by
with the package and his now very expected grin. I restrain myself from
opening it until the end of the day, but as soon as I make it into my
car I rip the brown paper off of it and open it up. A device is
contained within that I don't immediately recognize, but after reading
the note I understand that it is a chastity belt. The instructions read,
"Serenity, I want you to go home, masturbate yourself to orgasm and then
follow the instructions included with the chastity belt to put it on. I
have the key."
Kind of shocked I think to myself, "They still have chastity
belts?" I am just so excited right now I drive straight home, and fiddle
myself to orgasm and after some experimenting I get the belt securely
on. It clicks loudly and I am trapped until Steven decides to let me out.
As I drift to bed that night, my hand rubs over the steel chastity
belt now protecting my… umm… honor.
Tuesday
That morning I decided to go pantiless because none of my panties
would fit over the chastity belt, I just put on some slacks and went to
work. I awaited the next package throughout the day. Finally at a
little before 4pm Steven comes by my desk and whispers in my ear to meet
him in the bathroom. We have a unisex bathroom since it is not a very
large company. I let him go first and wait a few minutes before getting
up and following him to the bathroom. I knock on the door and it opens.
I slip into the room; he closes the door behind me and locks it. I
notice he has not one but two boxes this time.
"Take of your pants" he orders and I slide them down to my ankles.
He bends down inspecting the chastity belt making sure it is locked.
"Very good, hmmm no panties?" he smiles widely before taking a key out
of his pocket and unlocking the belt.
I blush, "Well I didn't have any that would fit over it."
"That is fine," he removes the belt, opens one of the boxes and
places it in it. "You will take both of these and follow the
instructions in the second box. Now get dressed and go back to your desk."
I pull up my slacks, feeling weird with no panties, and he exits
the bathroom. I pick up my two boxes and hurry back to my desk to
finish my work. Definitely don't want to have to work late!
After work lets out I once again rush to my car, and open the
package greedily. In the box are a gold vibrator and the new
instructions which read: "Serenity, You will go home, reshave your
pussy, insert this vibrator and relock the chastity belt. You will not
masturbate. From now on you will refer to me as 'Sir' at work and
'Master' anywhere else."
I take a deep breath, start the car and drive home. I go to the
bathroom, find my Lady Bic and shave the stubble that had formed in the
past days. I take the vibrator out of the box and look it over for a
moment. There is no switch on it just a place for the batteries. I
shrug, find some lube and insert it into me. I then slip the chastity
belt on again and lock it firmly in place with the loud locking sound.
As I daydream about the next day, I enjoy the feeling of the vibrator
deep inside me before I finally drift off to sleep that night.
Wednesday
Today passes slowly as most Wednesdays do, but especially so this
Wednesday, with a dormant vibrator deep within me I am constantly
waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. I even use the
washroom a few times with it still within me, a very strange feeling
indeed….and messy. He was apparently wishing to keep me in suspense that
much longer. Steven waits until about 5 minutes to 5pm before he arrives
with package number 3. "Thank you Sir" I tell him and so very swiftly I
go to my car and tear open the package. Somewhat disappointed all I
find is a map and the instructions which read: "Serenity, Drive to the
location marked on the map, then walk to the highlighted spot. You will
sit on the bench until it stops."
"Curious" I think, "what do you suppose 'it' is?" I start my car
and drive to the location. Then walk a few blocks, realizing I am on
Michigan Avenue, one of the busiest streets in Chicago. I make my way
to a cluster of benches that are where the mark is on the map and I sit
down. I wait a few minutes and begin to get frustrated, "Did I
misunderstand the directions?" when suddenly the vibrator begins
vibrating like crazy.
"Oh dear god" I think to myself, he is going to make me orgasm in
front of random people on the street. "And he made me walk eight blocks
to get here! If I try to leave I am going to be walking down the street
like this… ohhh god!"
The vibrations are causing mini-electric shocks to cascade through
my body, quickly bringing me to the point of orgasm. I have my head
down and am wiggling trying to hide the waves of pleasure that are being
shot through my body. I am sweating and writhing, strained on this
public bench as people walk by giving me strange looks. The orgasms
subside for a bit leaving me in a state of utter humiliation, before
they come back again leaving me in a state of utter bliss. I don't know
how long it went on for but it felt like an hour before it finally
stopped. I let myself calm down not moving from the bench for about 10
minutes before I finally got up weak kneed and walked back to my car.
As I got back into my car I thought about the chastity belt and the
remote controlled vibrator in me, and how much control he has over me at
this particular moment. I realize how much I absolutely love it, and
just want more! I drive back home and lay down to one of the best
sleeps I've had in a long time, thrilled, exhilarated and satisfied!
Thursday
I got to work early on Thursday feeling great already and to my
surprise on my desk when I got there was a package from Steven. It had
a tag on it that said, "Don't wait open it now." I open it up and it
contains a cell phone. I take out the instructions, which read:
"Serenity, I want you to think about your friends, and if any of them
would be interested in the lifestyle you are now enjoying. Go and see
them today, tell them how exciting it has been and how much you are
enjoying it. Give them the cell phone and have them go to the club on
the night listed on the card."
I look at the cell phone and folded within it is a business card
for the club and a date a Friday two weeks from tomorrow. I think to
myself, "This is a strange task, but I guess he wants me to get used to
being more public about it." I thought about it all day while working.
So that evening after work I called up a friend of mine Rebecca.
We aren't that close, but I had heard some things about her that made me
thing she might be into this kind of play. So I dropped by her
apartment, we ordered Chinese take-out and I told her about my
adventures and how much fun I was having. She seemed genuinely
interested so I gave her the cell phone and card. So I hope to see her
at the club in two weeks, it will be blast I am sure!
Friday
When I got to work Friday I once again had a package on my desk
that said to open it now. In the box there was only a key and the note
which read: "Serenity, I've been having a really great time this past
week and hope it will continue. Here is the key to your chastity belt
which you may now unlock. Tonight there is an exclusive event at a
private BDSM club which I would like to attend with you as my sub. The
problem is it is members only and carries a very hefty membership fee.
If you are serious about moving forward in the lifestyle I will cover
your membership fee. However it is a serious commitment not to be taken
lightly. Please take the day to think about it and I will meet you
after work."
I sit back in my chair considering what the note means. I nervously
play with the chastity belt lock in my fingers. I decide to go to the
washroom and remove the chastity belt and vibrator which has been wedged
within for the past several days. I relieve myself for the first time in
days without impediment. I go back to my desk still thinking. I had
gotten so used to the chastity belt and vibrator without them I felt
empty, I missed the control.
By the time the end of the day came around I had decided I would
take the next step. I dawdled a bit at my desk hoping to see Steven but
he did not come by, so I wandered into the hallway. He wasn't there
either and I started to get sad. I began walking out to my car and I
saw him in the parking lot standing in front of a stretched limo. I
walk up to him and he asks, "What have you decided?"
"Yes Master I would like to take the next step in the lifestyle" I
smile warmly at him.
"Very good, please step into the limo and kneel on the floor" he
commanded.
I get in and he follows sitting in the large seat, a glass of
champagne is by his right hand. "Driver, to the address I have given
you and privacy please."
The driver responds, "Yes Sir" as the privacy screen raises and
goes opaque.
"Now strip naked and turn around with your back to me" he orders.
"Yes Master" I obediently reply as I take off all of my clothes
leaving them in a pile. I turn around and kneel facing away from him. I
feel something cool being put around my neck, it is a collar. He
tightens it around my neck and I hear a click of a lock being applied.
It is a silver collar with a D-ring in the front and now a heavy lock in
the back. He grabs a leash which is sitting next to his champagne
glass, reaches forward and attaches the leash to the D-ring. He sips the
champagne.
"Now about this club, it has various rules. Before we enter it I
will go over the basics. First of all it is members-only and there are
two types of members. There are the Dom/mes. Then there are the
subs/slaves. You will be joining as the latter. You will refer to any
Dom/mes at the club as Master or Mistress. You will refer to any
subs/slaves as brother or sister. You will always kneel unless ordered
otherwise in the presence of Masters or Mistresses. You will obey any
command issued by a Master or Mistress unless it countermands one of my
commands. Do you understand?" he gave a very serious look.
"Yes Master, I understand" I answer.
"Good girl." He puts his hand on my head and starts running his
fingers through my hair. It feels so good, but I can't help thinking if
we will actually have sex tonight, I am so horny right now.
We drive for a while, but I can't tell where all the windows are
completely black. When we finally arrive he gets out of the limo,
taking a black briefcase with him and I follow and kneel on the ground
beside him.
"Greetings Sir Steven" a gorgeous brunet Amazonian greets him. "Oh
I see you got your new sub with you, splendid. We will have to get her
processed immediately. Come with me."
We follow her to a private office with a desk which is apparently
hers, a chair opposite the desk and a cushion on the floor. She sits
down at the desk. He puts the briefcase on the desk and opens it before
sitting in the chair. He motions to the cushion so I go and kneel on
it. "Ah, as usual Steven everything seems to be in order." She closes
the briefcase and sets it on the floor behind her desk. She opens a
drawer in her desk and pulls out a stack of papers, sliding them across
the desk to Steven. Steven takes a pen and flips through the pages
making some marks and writing some. He signs on the last page and passes
the papers to me with a clipboard.
"Okay girl, these are the terms of membership to our club. Your
Master Steven here has filled it out and signed vouching for your
membership and I have signed accepting payment for the membership.
Please read through it and make sure it is to your satisfaction. Then
you may sign on the last page to begin your membership" she instructs.
"Yes Mistress" I reply and begin skimming through the text. It is
about 18 pages of legalese. I get through about 10 pages, it goes on
about the rules that Steven had explained but in much greater depth. It
has a no liability clause saying they aren't responsible for any
injuries incurred here. It seems pretty reasonable. I skim further and
get to the end. I look at the price and my heart almost stops. Steven
has paid $10,000 for my membership. I cover my mouth in shock, my heart
beating 100 beats per minute. Not wanting to disappoint him I decided to
sign. I sign my name and hand the stack of papers and clipboard back to
the Mistress.
I look over to Steven and he has that inviting smile on his face.
"Now dear, you will go with Mistress Devilyn to prepare for the event"
he instructs.
"Yes Master" I obediently reply.
"Come with me girl…. This way" she orders. I scramble to keep up as
she leads me to medical room. "Get in the stirrups girl." It is almost
like a gynecological table with straps, I get in and she straps me in.
"Hold still this shouldn't hurt a bit." She presses a button and a
robotic arm swings up and starts shining a beam of light over my skin,
focusing mainly on the pubic region.
"Wha-what is this?" I stammer.
"Just making sure you are hairless for the event" she lets a
somewhat wicked smile across her lips.
"Is it permanent Mistress?" I ask inquisitively.
"It should be, but it isn't perfect yet. It may take several
treatments. But you will be smooth as a baby for the event tonight for
sure." I gasp somewhat in shock. I wasn't expecting anything like that
to be done. I thought to myself, "Well at least it will make my morning
routine easier." She unstraps me from the table, and takes my leash
forcing me to follow her. I walk behind her to what appears to be
backstage with the curtains drawn. I hear a distant hum of a crowd
waiting for an event. There is an X shaped cross in the middle of the
stage, she leads me to it. "Get on girl" she commands, I put myself
against it and she starts strapping me in. I am now spread eagle on the
frame completely naked except for my collar and dangling leash. The
leash is tied behind the cross to a ring. I start to say something but
before I can get even a word out, a ball gag is slipped into my mouth. I
try to protest but in vain.
Very quickly the curtains open to a mass of perhaps 100 people,
probably 30 of them are Dom/mes and the remainder subs. Mistress
Devilyn begins her speech. "Greetings all, I am so pleased so many of
you have come to welcome our newest member slave Serenity. Please give
her and her Master Sir Steven a round of applause!"
I gasp, "wait a minute! How am I the main event? I didn't even
accept until this afternoon!" I think to myself as the thunder of
applause erupts! As I stumble through events in my head trying to
figure things out a slave behind me covers my eyes with a blindfold. I
struggle in my bonds, now immobile, mute and blind.
"We now move on to the initiation of our new slave girl," Mistress
Devilyn touts. I struggle for a few moments more before realizing it is
futile. I feel something cold almost simultaneously being pressed
against my nipples and labia. "On the count of three... One…. Two….
Three!" I feel a searing pain in all those locations, I strain against
the cuffs. "Now for the club rings!" I experience more painful
movements in my private regions, before someone finally removes my
blindfold. I look down and my throbbing nipples and I see two gold
rings dangling from each of them! I screech in horror into the gag! I
can only assume that I am similarly adorned further down. "Everyone
give a round of applause for our brave little slave girl!" Applause
erupts once again! I start getting a little dizzy and lean my head back
a bit; unfortunately there is nothing to lean against.
While I am kind of out of it, a slave takes the opportunity to
switch to a ring gag from the ball gag. I don't react in time and only
get out a muffled squeal. One of the slaves starts lowering the cross to
a horizontal position, and another slides a bench underneath part of it.
"Now little slave girl, you will thank me for your rings" informs
Mistress Devilyn as she climbs on to the bench and crouches over my
face, lifting her skirt exposing her trimmed pussy to me. I look at her
with horror. "Thank me with your tongue girl" she commands, I hesitate
"NOW!" I extend my tongue and start massaging her pussy lips with it
through the ring gag. She moans, leans her head back and thrusts
herself more into my face. I continue to lick all over her slit as it
begins to moisten to my tongue's touch. I work hard on her slit,
perhaps too hard. I want to avoid anymore pain tonight in my throbbing
body.
Mistress Devilyn after several minutes of intense licking begins to
convulse and shake from a thunderous orgasm! I feel her juices dripping
into my open mouth. As her orgasm subsides she slowly lifts herself
from my face and stands, straightening her skirt. "Oh my, Master
Steven, if you ever decide to sell her, please let me know" she sighs
elatedly.
This statement was a bit of a shock, "sell me"? I didn't
understand, but before I even had a chance to process that, Steven
replies, "Well Lady Devilyn if you like her that much, you can have her
if you recoup my expenses."
"What???" I thought in complete utter shock, he is going to sell me
to Mistress Devilyn? What is going on???" I struggle in place but to no
avail.
"Slave Shelby, go fetch Sir Steven's briefcase in my office, and
have Stanly issue him a check for any other minor expenses," Mistress
Devilyn commands, as a slave scurries off, soon to return with Steven's
briefcase and more documents.
They come close to me and they each fill out and sign a document. I
strain to see, but it says: "Deed of Sale… Slave Serenity from Sir
Steven to Lady Devilyn." At this point I am completely dumbfounded; I
don't know what is going on. But moments later, Mistress Devilyn
announces, "It is time to give one more round of applause, not only for
our newest club member but also our newest house Slave Serenity!" The
roar erupts again and I am left in a hazy state of delirium.
After several hours of chatting over champagne, snacks, chatting,
fingers inserted and rings pulled; the people filed out of the hall
leaving me on stage with a couple slaves and Mistress Devilyn. One of
the slaves finally removes my gag and I am able to get some answers.
"Mi-Mistress Devilyn, I don't understand what is going on?" I
struggle to spit out.
"What do you mean my pet? You declared yourself slave to Sir Steven
when you joined the club, and I purchased you from him" she answered
nonchalantly.
"But... but… I didn't do that!" I retort!
Mistress Devilyn fumbles with her papers including the Deed of
Sale, finding the contract and flips to the page where it lists her
status and clearly checked is Slave and not Submissive. "A Slave has no
rights, they are property and that is clearly outlined in pages 12
through 15. A submissive is a participant still with rights."
"But I didn't check slave Mistress" I reply in somewhat of a panic now.
"I am afraid you signed, my pet and thus you are now a slave until
I or someone else decides to give you your freedom. Unfortunately for
you, I am not that kind of a woman. But fret not. You will learn to
enjoy your time here. I guarantee it" she finishes with an enormous grin.
Saturday Two Weeks Later
Mistress Devilyn was right about some things, I do enjoy some
aspects of my slavery to her. She is very strict and controlling and I
am getting what I now realize I had been lacking in that area for so
long. Mistress Devilyn is a lesbian and prior to the events two weeks
ago I had no lesbian or even bisexual interests or tendencies. However
Mistress Devilyn is a skilled slave trainer and after these two short
weeks I have become a skilled pussy licker and even occasionally find
myself thinking about it in idle moments. Maybe she can turn straight
girls as her other slaves tell me.
So here I am back at the club where it all started 3 weeks ago.
There have been some obvious changes. I am kneeling on the stage to the
left of Mistress Devilyn who holds my leash. I have a ring gag in my
mouth which serves to highlight my now pierced tongue. My long blonde
hair is now spiked and blue. My nipples are pierced with a chain
dangling between them. Additionally my navel, clit and 3 pairs of inner
labia and 4 pairs of outer labia are pierced. Padlocks hang through the
outer labia rings closing me off to men in particular. The stage light
reflects off of my glistening oiled and tattooed skin. A "Property of
Mistress Devilyn" with her house logo is placed largely on my right butt
cheek, while a large and gaudy "Licker" tattoo is on my now permanently
hairless pubic mound. "Slave" is tattooed stylistically on my left
breast while a matching "Obedience" is on my right. These are meant to
remind me of my place, so I will never forget. With Mistress Devilyn's
strict hand I surely never will.
I sit kneeling with my legs spread widely and watching all of the
nameless faces move about the club. My stomach clenches as I see not
one, but two people I recognize in the crowd. It is Sir Steven and my
friend Rebecca. They are moving towards the stage. She follows him up
to the stage and along it. He takes the seat to the right of Mistress
Devilyn and Rebecca kneels next to him, between him and Mistress
Devilyn. Clearly she did not recognize me in my new form. If that isn't
bad enough, I hear a conversation that makes my blood freeze.
"Greetings Sir Steven, I see you have found yourself a new sub?"
Mistress Devilyn asks.
"Yes, she is new to the lifestyle, fine of you to notice" he
replies with a smile.
"Of course I have to keep tabs on the competition as they snap up
new subs" she chuckles in response.
"Perhaps some day soon we will have to exchange notes my Lady" he
returns with a bit of characteristic panache.
I had heard this conversation before! Three weeks ago! The
realization strikes me; the latex-clad lady sitting next to us had been
Mistress Devilyn! Not only that, but the conversation was exactly the
same! Had this been a setup all along? Did Sir Steven really have no
interest in me and just seduce me into a life of slavery?
My mind was going a million miles a minute, going through all the
possibilities when I feel a sharp tug on my leash, "Come slave!"
commands Mistress Devilyn. "Lie down on your back on the floor" she
instructs and I obey.
"Yes Mistress" I reply meekly as she folds up my legs into a bar
with places for the ankles and wrists. I am restrained back on the
floor with my legs bent into a squatting position by the bar and my
wrists also in the bar running between my legs. Mistress Devilyn takes
her crop and starts harshly tapping my tattooed and pierced pussy with
it as she crouches over my face. "Lick slave!" I begin orally
worshipping her ass and pussy with my newly pierced tongue as a
realization hits me.
"I am just a slave; there is nothing I can do. I hope she makes
the right decision and does not end up like me." I begin lapping at
Mistress Devilyn with newfound vigor. "I can't save Rebecca but I can
win this contest."
The End?