Authors: Liz Gavin
They return
to my side and he signals me to follow them. We go down the stairs to the
second floor, pass a series of closed doors. There’s nobody around. Maybe there
isn’t anybody else at the Club tonight. I can’t hear a thing, anyway.
At the end
of the corridor, we pause in front of a closed double door. When Jenny opens it
wide, bright lights and a cacophony of voices, shouts and wails greet us.
“Oh, hell,
I’m fucked up,” I groan and freeze as the huge room comes into sight.
There are
dozens of people, maybe a hundred. I can’t tell who are the clients and who are
the staff. They are dressed in costumes, in leather, in lace, and in plain
clothes. Many are undressed. Some wear masks, some are on leashes moving on
their fours, and others are trussed up. There are people hanging from cuffs
attached to the walls, others from harnesses hanging from the ceiling. People
are being flogged with all kinds of different crops. Others are being paddled.
There are people fucking their brains out in pairs, threesomes and more. And
many are mere spectators, watching the action around them without taking part
in any activity.
“Come, pet.
I won’t tell you twice.”
Sam holds
his hand out to me.
“I know you
can do it. You need to have more faith in yourself.”
His words,
and the sweet tone he uses, give me strength and I place my soft hand in his.
My fingers disappear inside this warm palm as he pulls me flush against his
front. His heat envelopes me, and the panic dissolves into nothing. I relax
against his hard chest and muscular thighs. Sam leans down and brushes my lips.
“That’s my
girl. Now go with Jenny. I’ll be over there.”
He dismisses
me kind of coldly and moves to the other side of the room without glancing
back.
Jenny is
wearing a strapless mini-dress that hugs every dangerous curve of her petite
body. Her perfect butt sways in front of me as we walk through the crowd. I
can’t control my reaction and the liquid lust pools inside my hot pussy coating
the top of my thighs. When we reach a raised platform, in the center of the
room, Jenny signals me to step up. As I pass by her, she grabs my face and
kisses me, deep and hard. My blood rushes through my veins making my ears ring
and drowning all thoughts. The room disappears, and I can’t hear anything
except my heart beating in my throat and the butterflies in my stomach. Until a
loud smacking sound breaks the spell and a hard surface abuses my ass.
“Move. Up
the stage. Now!”
I look down
and see Jenny is holding a wooden paddle and smiling wickedly. Not even her
dimples can soften the effect of that smile.
“Fuck,
I’m in trouble.”
I climb up
as fast as my wobbly legs allow me to move. I look around the room and a new
wave of panic threatens to make me bolt to the door. I had hoped the spectators
would ignore us in favor of other more interesting scenes. I figured the other
people were too busy having fun to pay any attention to me and Jenny. I was
wrong on both counts.
“There’s too
many people. I can’t do this!”
Jenny
answers me by paddling my butt a couple of times and my pussy once. I hiss and
shut up, clenching my teeth. She moves around the platform, circling me slowly,
making a show of examining my body from head to toe. She turns me around,
displaying me to the crowd. She spreads my legs wide, then, bends me until my
hands touch the floor to show them my ass and pussy. They cheer and I want to
die on the spot. I feel I’m on an auction block. Jenny raises the paddle and
runs its ragged wooden side through my skin, scraping it, leaving red marks in
its wake. She quickly hits my butt and sex with the damn thing several times.
The crowd roars their approval. Jenny helps me stand straight again.
My last
hopes are crushed when I notice almost all of the other activities in the room
have seized and the people are moving closer to the platform to watch us. I
hear Jenny’s sweet, lilting voice behind me but she addresses the crowd.
“You all
know Sam is her Dom but he has allowed me to be her Mistress for this little
game he’s planned for our enjoyment tonight.”
Then,
turning to me, she goes on.
“Be a good
pet and you’ll get your reward. Spread your legs and plant your feet firmly on
the floor. Clasp your hands behind your back.”
I do exactly
that and wait for my new Mistress’s orders. I stand perfectly still when Jenny
appears by my side. I’m much taller than the brunette so my downcast eyes get a
breathtaking glimpse inside the little strapless dress. I see her tits
perfectly, even the dark nipples. They are poking the tight material and I run
my tongue over my lips imagining them in my mouth. My thick juices are now
overflowing my cunt. Jenny inhales deeply and I know she smells my reaction to
her because she smiles again, dimples and all. She stands behind me. Her hands
clasp my shoulders, move down my chest, cup my breasts, lift them up, press
down my stomach and find my crotch. She dips the tip of her index inside me and
takes it to her tongue like a chef tasting an exotic dish. That’s so hot I
can’t stifle a purr.
“I like that
sound, cat. With your green eyes and this kind of sound, I’ll call you ‘my
cat’. I don’t want you to speak but I’ll allow you to make noises such as this
and to move. As long as you don’t shy away from me, you’ll be fine.”
I purr again
and she rewards me by cramming my tits together. She plays rough and the crowd
cheers along. It feels like a thousand eyes are piercing my body. There are no
secrets here anymore. I can’t hide my deepest, darkest secrets from the world.
It’s a liberating feeling, actually.
When Jenny
smacks the paddle over my tits, making them jiggle up and down, and the nipples
tighten, I shriek in agony and she laughs. The crowd follows her suit.
“You belong
to me for now. All this is mine,” she releases my tits to grab my sex.
“Y-Y-Yes,
Madam.”
I’m helpless
as I watch her invade me with three fingers, without any preparation. She
stretches me, taps my clit, scrapes my walls and crooks a wicked finger to
press my sweet spot. I close my eyes and can see flashes of light behind my
eyelids. I wail and sob, my body shivers but somehow I manage to stand up. She
moves back to my nipples and rudely pinches them, pumping them until they stand
out.
I look at
her now standing in front of me and can’t help but wonder. Where’s the sweet
Jenny that worshiped my body an hour or so ago? How did her hands get so
demanding and rough? I can’t tell her apart from the other Doms I’ve had
before? When her clear blue gaze stares at me, I’m sure she sees the hurt and
confusion lurking in my dark green eyes. A small wrinkle appears between her
perfect eyebrows, then, vanishes without a trace when she gives me that naughty
smile again. She crushes my mouth and shoves her tongue inside it, kissing me
deeply and hard. She bites my tongue and nibbles my lips. The crowd roots,
loud, she moans against my mouth and whispers just for my ears.
“Never doubt
yourself, gorgeous,” and trusts my hand up her skirt to her mound. She
penetrates her own pussy with my fingers and they get drenched with her
arousal. “This is all you.”
Jenny pulls
my hand out and takes it to my mouth.
“Lick them
dry, slut!”
She turns to
the crowd to bask in their roaring approval and I do exactly as I was told.
Jenny takes
me to a strange looking table in the center of the platform. The hard surface
is short and inclined. She lays me on my stomach. My chin rests on the upper
side and my legs dangle from the lower side.
“Hold on to
the table. Keep your legs close together. Don’t move.”
Jenny covers
me with her body. She moves up and down, grinding me to the hard surface. I feel
her hand between my thighs. She pinches the skin of my inner thigh before
finding my dripping cunt and penetrating me, from behind, with her expert
fingers. She presses my front wall. I hiss and moan. I want to buck my ass
against her crotch but I can’t move. She moves away.
“Spread your
legs as far apart as you can.”
She gets
back to finger-fuck me from behind. My body trembles. My tight pussy grips her
fingers. Without warning, the paddle dives fast and hard, on my butt. Again and
again she spanks my ass in rhythm with her fingers inside my cunt. My skin
burns and I’m sure it turns a bright shade of red. I can tell that because the
crowd goes wild as I wince and try to dance away from the smacks. I forgot I wasn’t
supposed to escape. My body is covered in sweat from fear and exertion.
Jenny’s face
appears in front of me. She grabs my chin and forces me to look at her. For a
few brief seconds, nobody moves. Her other hand reaches under me and pinches my
nipples. Hard. Once, twice, three times.
“Kiss me.”
Jenny barks
the order and I lock my mouth on hers and kiss her like I’m going to swallow
her. The kiss is wet and luscious and sweet, all at once. Her nails keep pinching
my flesh, hard, and the pain mingles with the sweetness of her mouth. I moan,
whimper and gasp. All at once. Breathing is hard. I feast on Jenny’s mouth,
gliding my tongue over the other woman’s, wrestling with her; my teeth pull on
her small lips, her scent makes me dizzy. The whole room bursts out in moans
and cries. Some of the spectators are pleasuring themselves; others are
tackling their nearest neighbor.
“Turn around
and lay on your back.”
Jenny tugs
my head back and kisses me, gently. Her tongue caresses my mouth, the inside of
my lips, the top of my teeth. The prodding tip swirls around my tongue, leaving
me breathless. I can’t take this sweetness any longer.
That’s when
Jenny smacks my clitoris with the paddle. The hard surface connects with the
sensitive nub and sends a bolt through my body, stiffing my muscles. She smacks
again and again, in a fast succession, until my whimpers turn to wails. Tears
roll down my face and the audience gasp with me.
Both pain
and pleasure, in equal parts, course through my body. But the smacking never stops.
The only variation is the occasional smack on my tits. All of a sudden, I
realize the pain is subsiding and only the sweet pleasure remains. It
concentrates in my clit before spreading through my nerves in a slow wave of
wakening. I hang my head down out of the table, exposing my throat. My body
relaxes and starts to slide down the surface when Sam’s hands grab my armpits
and keep me in place. I vaguely register his mouth coming down and kissing me
because my body explodes in a million pieces and wave after wave of sensation
roll over my body. Sweat breaks all over my pores. Jenny replaces the paddle
with her hot mouth on my exposed pussy. She blows cold air, licks my folds and
scatters butterfly kisses over the abused flesh. Sam swallows my shouts with
his lips and tongue.
When we
break the kiss, Jenny turns and walks to Sam. He stands straight and hands
something to her. I can’t make out what it is because Sam’s body is in the way.
I hear different reactions from the crowd. Some people gasp, others snicker and
others break out laughing.
I hear my
Domme’s commanding voice but still can’t see her.
“Bend your
knees and pull your legs up against your body. Hold your thighs with your own
hands. I don’t want to tie you up. You need to show me I can trust you.”
I didn’t
think I could panic any more than I had already done tonight but Jenny is
creative. I am terrified. The position she wants me to assume is too
humiliating. My sex and ass will be on display for the whole crowd that’s
gathered around the little stage. Plus, I won’t be able to move an inch. I
hesitate and my legs tremble when I pull them up and the sweat covering my body
makes it difficult for me to hold them in place but I do my best. The people
around us follow my movements. There’s that sinking feeling in my stomach
again. I take deep breaths to calm the queasy feeling.
Sam helps
Jenny out with whatever she’s putting on. When she turns around to face me I
can’t believe my eyes. A huge, long and mushroom-headed penis is jutting in
front of her dress. My eyes grow round in my face and my mouth drops open. Now,
the whole room is whistling and clapping, cheering Jenny on. I search for Sam’s
eyes but he smiles at me, encouraging me. I see a glint of mockery, too.
With a
smoldering smile splitting her face, Jenny approaches me.
“You look so
surprised! Oh, I remember now! You’ve never been fucked by a woman before.
Well, my sweet cat, there is a first time for everything, isn’t there?”
I see the
rubber cock is glistening. Sam had lubricated it before handing it over to
Jenny. He appears beside the petite brunette.
“You’ve made
me very proud this far, my pet. I loved to see you come and so did the crowd.
Now, this is your last trial. If I like your performance with Jenny, I will
join you both to give you that reward.”
The crowd
goes wild, shouting for Sam to do it now.
“If you
don’t, Sam, I just might go up there myself.”
An old, fat,
and short man bellows, sarcastically, as he drops to his knees and pulls his
partner’s cock inside his mouth and starts blowing the handsome young man. Sam
laughs at the Club’s manager’s remark and returns his attention to me.