Glancing at my watch, I noted that it was time for the club to open. However, I was unconcerned about arriving on time. I was more interested in making an entrance, and my cock stiffened at the thought of what kinky fun awaited me that night.
Not that everyone would see me, since most of the submissives would know better than to look. The ones who did, well, I couldn’t be bothered with them. I was in the market for a new slave because Jenny, who had served me until recently, had been transferred out of town for her job. I was hoping to find a girl who was already well trained, because I didn’t have time to waste. Fortunately, a mistress I knew named Ms. Margaret said she had just the girl for me. She was bringing her to the party that night, and I was excited to meet her, although I never would have admitted it.
My cell phone rang, alerting me that the town car I’d hired was waiting outside. Quickly, I threw on leather pants, motorcycle boots and a tight black t shirt. An hour had now passed since the first revelers would have arrived, so I knew I’d timed my entrance perfectly.
A half hour later, my driver dropped me off at the club’s front door and pulled around the corner to wait. I went inside, taking note of the “closed for private party” sign and the purple curtain blocking the view of inside from passersby. As I parted the heavy velvet barrier and entered the club, I was inundated by the throbbing bass of techno music and the heat coming off a roomful of dancing, writhing bodies. Even with all that activity, people still stopped what they were doing to turn their attention to me.
I nodded at some dommes I knew, and they each acknowledged my greeting and quickly returned to their business. One was spanking a young man who was wearing nothing but black gym shorts that were pulled down below his asscheeks and a leather collar with a leash hanging from it, and I could see by the bulge in the front of his tiny garment how pleased he was by his current state. Another mistress, Sheri, was lounging in a chair and sipping a martini a sight that wouldn’t be worth mentioning except for the fact that her footstool was a nearly naked submissive. He was so excited to be in that position that his entire body was quivering, so Sheri reached down to give him a swat as a reminder to keep still so her drink didn’t spill.
My attention was soon drawn to the corner of the room, where there stood a St. Andrew’s cross. It was fashioned from four pieces of wood: two were crossed in the classic X shape, and two more braced them at the top and bottom. A number of metal hooks were screwed into the planks so that naughty slaves could be bound to it in a variety of positions. Currently, a young blonde woman was fettered in a spread eagle pose, her arms high in the air and her legs spread wide, with straps at her wrists and ankles. She wasn’t facing the cross with her back and buttocks exposed for whipping instead, her back was to it so that she faced the room.
She was definitely a sight to behold, wearing nothing but lacy undergarments, thigh high stockings and a bra with cups that were pulled beneath her breasts. Next to her stood a man I didn’t know, and he grinned proudly as he ran the tip of a riding crop across her heaving chest. Her body quaked each time the stiff leather keeper trailed over her rigid nipples, and her panties were visibly damp, belying her arousal. Intrigued, I moved closer, and when her master noticed me, he invited me to join in their scene.
I couldn’t resist, especially since it looked like Ms. Margaret and her charge hadn’t arrived yet. He offered me his crop, but I declined it so that he could continue doing his thing while I did mine. I glanced toward her pussy and he nodded, giving me the go ahead to do with her as I wished. Meanwhile, the young slave’s body had gone tense in expectation of this new wrinkle. And although no one had spoken, I could tell from her expression that she was okay with whatever we were about to do. I also assumed that she had a safeword, which she would use if things got too intense. However, I wasn’t planning on testing her I was just looking for some light play to occupy myself until Margaret arrived. I started by moving closer and running my fingertips along the front of the girl’s juice soaked panties. She quivered, so I did it again, and this time I heard her breath catch. I looked up and saw that her master had resumed running the crop across her tits, and the double onslaught on her pussy and her nipples quickly had her trembling.
I glanced at her face, and it was clear that she was struggling to hold back a moan. Wanting to see how she comported herself if pushed to the point of no return, I slid my fingers under her thong and began stroking her moist flesh directly. She tensed and then writhed against me, so I parted her labia and began flicking at her engorged clit. Then, when I pressed down on her throbbing button, I heard the unmistakable sound of a gasp that had escaped too quickly.
Just as quickly, I pulled my fingers away to leave her teetering on the brink of orgasm. For the next minute or so, I teased her by lightly stroking her puffy outer lips. When she’d relaxed, I once again zeroed in on her clit. This time, she jerked against her tethers, which shook the wooden structure to which she was bound, and her master swatted one breast with the crop, reminding her to maintain her composure.
Seeing the red mark the leather left on her flesh sent a rush of excitement to my groin. My cock stiffened, and images of pulling it out and fucking the nubile woman flooded my mind. However, I knew that would be out of bounds. I considered suggesting that we find someplace private to continue our scene, but it looked like he had no intention of taking her down off the cross any time soon, leaving me to wonder what she’d done to get herself in that position.
With an erection throbbing in my pants, I resumed my taunting game of stroking her slippery flesh and rigid button only to pull away whenever I thought she was nearing climax. Her honey poured into my hand, so periodically I would stiffen a finger, slide it into her and fuck her with it for a few seconds. I felt her muscles clenching around me as she struggled to ignore the demands of her own pussy, and yet she managed to hang in there, awaiting her master’s permission. But he was still attending to her nipples, seemingly unconcerned with her needs, and she soon looked so desperate that I almost felt sorry for her.
I was wondering how long the girl could hold out when the man put down his crop and said, “I’ll take it from here.” In deference to his ownership, I pulled my fingers from her cunt, took a few steps back and watched as he crouched beside her. He pulled aside the crotch of her panties as he reached around her, took hold of an asscheek and pressed his face against her pussy. Then, from the sucking sounds that followed, I knew he was giving her a good tongue lashing.
She responded immediately, and I couldn’t avert my eyes as her body was wracked by tremors of ecstasy. Now the cross really shook, and I worried it might topple, but it and she remained standing as her master pleasured her.
Although she was cuffed, she wasn’t completely immobile her breasts heaved, and her head whipped back and forth, and the only thing keeping her upright were her bindings. When she finally came, her body stiffened for a moment before going limp. I was extremely impressed. Somehow, without the aid of a ball gag, she’d managed to maintain her silence. I have to admit I felt a moment of jealousy at this other master’s possession of such a well trained slave even as he unfastened the straps at her wrists and ankles and then helped her down from the cross, she kept her eyes trained on the floor. Finally, he acknowledged me with one last nod before leading her toward the back of the club, where I guessed they were going to find a private room where she could more thoroughly return his orgasmic favors.
As I watched them walk away, I contemplated seeing if they were up for a threesome my dick was still hard, and I would have loved for the girl to suck it dry. Instead, I chose to see what else was going on at the party. I scanned the room, and the first thing that caught my attention was a nearby shibari demonstration. That seemed worth further investigation, so I watched as a Rubenesque woman had her ample breasts bound with lengths of rope. The cords, which were wound around her in an intricate pattern, were then used to bind her arms to her sides. Finally, more rope was crisscrossed between her legs to press against her pussy, which caused her to tip back her head and release a moan.
A photographer was taking pictures, which I hoped would end up on the club’s web site. In the meantime, I continued to drink in the scene as it unfolded. Once the woman was completely bound, various partygoers, some of whom were satisfied with merely admiring the elaborate knotwork, approached her. Others, however, accepted her master’s invitation and took advantage of her bondage to stroke her exposed flesh.
My appreciation of this submissive beauty was interrupted by the sound of a woman clearing her throat. I turned, and Ms. Margaret purred, “Quite a sight, isn’t she?” I agreed as I checked out the ravishing dominatrice, who was quite a sight herself. She was wearing a latex catsuit, and the shiny black and crimson material clung to her statuesque frame. Black boots were laced up over her calves, and I was certain she’d be shooing away more than a few foot and shoe fetishists who’d be begging her for a lick.
Margaret wasn’t alone. She held the ends of two leashes in her left hand, and each led to a collar that was secured around the neck of a slave, one female and the other male. I guessed that one of them was to be mine, most likely the girl, but since they were both really attractive, I considered asking for the boy for a change of pace. Then I saw how his mistress looked at him, like one would look at a favorite pet, and I reconsidered.
I set my sights on the girl, who also cut a boyish figure with her small, firm breasts, slender hips and short black hair slicked back from her forehead. Her PVC bra and miniskirt displayed a lithe, athletic frame, and I could already imagine the feel of her muscles rippling under my fingers. Her face was sweet, and though I couldn’t have told you the color of her eyes, I could see that they were framed by long, dark lashes which fluttered when her mistress addressed her.
“David will be your master for tonight,” Margaret said as she handed me the slave’s leash. “And maybe, if you please him, you will be his permanently.” The girl, whose name was Beth, said nothing as I took hold of her lead, and though I knew that this explanation was part of the scene that we were playing, I was pleased by her easy compliance.
I’d suddenly had enough of the party and was more interested in taking Beth home to try her out. So I took my leave of Ms. Margaret, who wished me luck before sending her boy toy to the bar to fetch her a drink. Then I led my new charge through the throngs of bodies, which were now more naked and sweaty than they had been when I’d arrived. I have to admit that it was difficult to walk away from that scene, but I had more important matters to handle, such as a raging hard on that was going to require serious attention before long.
I called for my town car, and it pulled up in front of the club in minutes. I held the door open for Beth, and she climbed in we both knew that was the last thing I would be doing for her that night. From then on, she would be seeing to my needs, not the other way around. As we drove to my place, I asked her a few questions about herself, her preferred type of play and her hard limits, which she answered in as few words as possible, letting me know that she enjoyed service work both mundane chores and being of sexual service to her master. That last comment made my dick twitch, and when I told her how beautiful I found her, she blushed prettily and chanced a look at me with lust filled eyes. So far, it looked like she would work out, but I knew that the real test wouldn’t come until I got her into my bed.
We arrived at my place and entered the foyer, where I detached the leash from her collar and set it aside. I didn’t think we would need it any more that night, but it could double as a whip, so I wanted to keep it handy. I hoped that I wouldn’t need to use it, though the thought of striping Beth’s pale skin red was awfully tempting.
My fingers twitched as I walked away from the strop and instead gave her a quick tour of the house, which ended in the master bedroom. From there we went into the bathroom, where I told Beth to draw me a bath. She did so without question, following my instructions to the letter. When it was ready and I began to strip, she murmured, “May I, master?” and took over when I told her she could. She started by pulling my t shirt off over my head, and then she reached for my belt buckle, but hesitated. When she looked up at me through those long, dark lashes, I nodded my assent, and she continued. It excited me to see her fingers trembling as she pulled the leather through the silver loop.
Next she popped open my fly before tugging the waistband of my pants down over my hips. My hard cock sprang up, and Beth looked at me again, waiting to be told what to do. I had more than a few ideas, but first I wanted to clean up I smelled like smoke from the club, and the odor of the slave on the St. Andrew’s cross still lingered on my fingers.
I got in the tub and handed Beth a washcloth, which she used to rinse me off after lathering my body with soap. Leaning back in the warm water, I luxuriated in her touch, which gradually grew more confident. But then she got too bold and wrapped her cloth covered hand around my dick. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her as I voiced my displeasure.
“Not until I say so!” I barked, and her eyes dropped, as did her hand when I let go of it. I considered punishing her, but my cock, which was now so hard that it ached, had other opinions about what I should do with her. It was time to get out of the bath. I stood up, and she handed me a towel without being asked, earning back a few points in her favor.
We went to the bedroom, where I sat on the edge of my king size mattress and commanded Beth to kneel before me. She did, but not close enough, so I spread my legs and told her to crawl forward. When she was between my thighs, I looked down and watched the rise and fall of her breasts for a moment, and it seemed like the rate of her breathing was increasing at the thought of sexually serving me. Eventually, I reached for her head, and she opened her mouth as I urged her toward me.
“Suck me,” I demanded, and I drew in a deep breath as her lips touched my crown. Then she wrapped them around it, and the feeling of her moist tongue on my flesh was so heavenly that I couldn’t repress a low moan. Encouraged, she inched down my shaft, shifting her body when necessary to accommodate me deep in her throat. Finally, she raised her head to drag her lips back up my length, and my cock twitched from the intense massage that it was receiving.
Suddenly I knew that a blowjob wasn’t going to be enough. I had to have her and right away. I yanked myself from her mouth, and she looked up at me with big eyes, fearful that she’d displeased me. However, it was just the opposite, so I joined her on the floor and repositioned her on all fours.
She obeyed without question, never uttering a word as I moved behind her and yanked up her miniscule skirt. As I’d predicted, she wasn’t wearing any panties, which gave me easy access to her cunt, so I lined up my knob with her moist pink center and began pressing it inside. Beth’s entryway opened easily to my invasion, and the way her skin stretched around my prick elicited another moan from deep in my throat. She responded by starting to turn around to take a look, but then stopped herself just in time and instead raised her ass higher in invitation.
When my balls were pressed against her ass, I grabbed her hips and pulled my prick back out until only the head was lodged in her cunt. Then I thrust right back into her with as much force as I could muster, which made a smacking sound when our bodies crashed together. I did it again and heard Beth moan excitedly, so I landed a sharp slap on one creamy white buttock to remind her that a slave doesn’t come without permission. She tightened her fists and bore down against the carpet as I recommenced fucking her tight little pussy like my life depended on it.
From the juices coating my plunging dick, I could tell she enjoyed this as much as I did. She stayed still, accepting my thrusts as I drove us closer to the brink, without giving her permission for release. I did this to test her endurance and obedience as much as to increase my own pleasure, and she managed to hang in there, even when my shaft started pulsing. My balls opened a split second later, and I tipped back my head and roared as my cock spurted into her.
Beth was quaking, so I knew she was having a hard time holding on. I told her to look at me, and I saw that her cheeks were flushed. Her hair now hung down over her face with a few strands pasted by sweat to her temples. Since my cock was still hard, I decided I might as well prolong my orgasm by letting her sex milk me dry.
Reaching between her quivering thighs, I slid a finger between her labia and whispered, “Come for me.” I pressed down on her clitoris with the tips of two fingers, and her legs snapped shut around my hand. Although she didn’t make a sound, I knew that she was coming because fresh juices seeped from her pussy as her inner muscles spasmed sharply. Eventually, her entire body started shaking, so I snaked my other arm around her to hold her close as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
When we were once again breathing normally, I relaxed my hold and slid my softening dick from Beth’s cunt. “Mmm,” she moaned in a dreamy, happy voice. I reached over and pinched one of her nipples, which turned her slow moan into a gasp of arousal, which was followed by a lazy smile. She didn’t need to say anything more for me to know that she’d enjoyed herself. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, my tongue plunging into her mouth, but I backed away when she tried to kiss me in return. When she didn’t reach for me, realizing that I was still in control, I was more than satisfied that she was the type of girl I’d been longing for.
I got up and put on pajama bottoms but required that she sleep naked, so she would be readily available if I woke up and wanted her again. Then I climbed into bed with my new charge curled up beside me, and I drifted off to sleep, satisfied that I had found the perfect slave.