Teasing the Newlyweds IX:
Erica and Harry Visit a Fetish Club.
From Chapter 8…
Erica’s smile beamed. “I look like a totally fucked slut! I love it! Thank you so much for making me one, Sir!”
I nodded wearily. “You’re welcome, Miss. I need to shower and have a nap. Are you right to look after yourself for a time?”
With geneuine concern, Erica helped me across the hall and into my bedroom. Turning the shower in the en suite on, she adjusted the water temperature and helped me get washed down. Once I was clean, she helped me up on the bed.
“Go shower,” I told her.
“I want to leave your cum on my face for a bit longer, if I may, Sir? It feels so nice!”
Shrugging, I rolled over and fell into a light dozen. The last thing I remember seeing was Erica sitting at Mistress Vicky’s dresser, admiring her cum covered face in the mirror.
Iwoke up about an hour later feeling at least human. Erica was still naked, sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring my dried semen flaking off her face. She smiled at me when I suggested she should shower and dress and replied, “I like how I look. I love that my cunt and arse are still full of your cum, and I have your semen caked all over my body. I assume Harry will come home looking somewhat similar, so I think it’s only fair he sees how well you’ve looked after me.”
Shrugging, I sent her to make a pot of tea. After all, Erica knew her husband far better than I did, and if this was something she wanted him to experience, who was I to stop her?
We sat at the table chatting and getting to know each other until we heard the unmistakable sound of MsV’s Landrover Evoque pulling into our driveway. They came inside and found Erica and me drinking tea at the kitchen table, where Erica was sitting a little gingerly. Erica stood, and the newlyweds greeted each other shyly.
They were both covered in dry cum. It matted their hair and flaked from their faces. Vicky and I exchanged knowing grins before MsV sent Harriet to go and shower. Then, she asked Erica if she had also got clothes for Harry to wear home. When Erica shook her head, MsV sent her over the road to get him some.
“Shower and change your clothes before you come back,” Vicky called after her. Then, MsV said to Anna severely, “Tell Sir what you did!”
Starting to sob, Anna mouthed quietly, “I let men come in my pussy and ass without them wearing protection, Sir.”
I shook my head sadly, “Well, you’re off the menu for six weeks until we can confirm you’re clean,” I told her. “Your punishment is that you will have no sex or orgasms until six weeks have passed and you have a clear STI test.”
“Please no, Sir!” Anna begged. “There’s no way I can go six weeks without cumming!”
Hardening my heart, I replied, “You can and you will! Go and use the shower in our en suite, then start getting dinner ready.”
Erica returned with a change of clothes for her husband, then after we’d thanked them both for a fabulous day, we sent them home.
Anna walked tenatively into the kitchen a few minutes later. She knew she had disappointed us and was fearful we’d reject her. Finding suitable punishments for subs who enjoy pain is challenging. It’s no use spanking, whipping, or caning them Because, you know, yumm!
If their translation is egregious, then withdrawal of affection works well. The only thing a submissive person years for more than your attention is to know they have your affection. However, withdrawing either of these things is a two-edged sword. Use it too often, and the sub will likely look for that affection and attention from someone else. Why would they willingly serve you when they’re not getting what they need?
Vicky and I discussed how to ensure Anna knew we were disappointed with her, but she still held our affection. Our love, actually. We decided that she should wear a leather chatity belt for the next six weeks until her second blood test showed she was clear. But once she had it on, we’d treat her as we always do. Minus the sex, of course.
MsV turned as Anna neared and pointed at the ground before her. Anna knelt in submission position 1 (On her knees, hands palm up on her tights. Shoulders up and back with her breasts pushed out. Her head up, but her eyes on MsV’s feet.
“Before I punish you,” MsV stated calmly. “Is there anything you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry I disappointed you and Master, Mistress,” Anna tremblingly answered, tears welling from her eyes. “This girl deserves punishment and will accept your verdict.”
MsV picked up the Chastity belt and told Anna to stand. She then cinched it above Anna’s hips. Its strap was wide enough to cover most of the space between her tighs and sat over her clip, slit and vulva, along her perineum, over her anus and rejoinedthe wait belt. There was a plastic cup over Anna’s urethra with a hole for her to pee through, but the belt needed to be removed to defeat.
Anna’s growing large as she realized wearing it means there was no possible way she could even play with herself. The thick leather strap effectively prevented any stimulation of her cliporis or anal ring, ensuring she’d remains chaste for the entire six weeks I had demanded. Plus, she’d need to ask to be let out every time she needed to void her bowels, which added to her shame. However, she willingly accepted it and turned so her Mistress could padlock it closed.
Once the padlock snapped shutup shut, MsV instructed Anna to stand. Then we surrounded her and kissed and cuddled her, ensuring she knew she was loved and wanted in our home. Anna wept, saying she was sorry over and over until I said firmly, “That’s enough apologising. From here, other than wearing the belt and not having sex, we will act towards each other as we always have. This transgression is effectively forgiven, with only your punishment for it to be completed.
“Thank you, Sir, Mistress,” Anna whispered. “What would my owners like for dinner?”
“Steak sounds good to me,” Vicky answered.
“Me, too,” I agreed, and life returned to what passed for normal in our household.
Time passed, as it does, and we didn’t get to play for a few weeks. Vicky had her visitor, and then Erica, hers. We didn’t totally abandon our new playthings, though. Harry was expected to dress pretty and present himself at our place no less than an hour after he returned home from work. If he showed any trace of hair below his eyesbrows, MsV sent him home without receiving his sexual reward. If Harry pleased her, MsV would allow him to knee at her feet and masturbate into a tissue. Or, if she were especially pleased, MsV would instruct Anna to blow him.
To help Harry meet his need to submit, Erica had to make him use his tongue and fingers daily to get her off. MsV and I banner them from having cock in vagina sex until we played next. When Erica’s need to be fucked grow too high, I’d make Harry knee under the table, bend his wife over the table above him, and make him watch as my much larger cock ploughed her willing cunt open. After I’d cum, Harry had to lick my cock and his wife’s pussy clean. Harry could then use his hand to give himself relief. By the time the girls were ready to play again, Harry was climbing the walls from unrequited sexual desire.
The Crystal Chateaux in Newstead, Brisbane, is this city’s premier Bdsm club. It typically only holds one or two events a month. There was one the following Saturday that MsV and I planned on taking our new submissives to.
Typically, we’d bring Anna in wearing nothing but nipple clamps and a long coat to hide her nudity. We’d check her coat in as soon as we passed the entry door and lead her to the ‘public share’ area. Then, I’d tie her face up over the half-barrel in the room’s middle. Tying her like this left her mouth, held open by an ‘O’ ring, pussy and ass available to anyone who wished to fuck her. The Chateaux insists on safe play, so we never feared someone would fuck her bareback.
Near the barrel were several whips, floggers, and canes. The patrons were free to use those on her as they saw fit. However, the room has a monitor who ensures nothing gets out of hand. Leaving welts that would fade to bruises is OK. Splitting the skin means immediate banishment from the club. Although, that changed if the sub you’d made bleed was yours.
This time, of course, Anna’s playpen was out of order, so I assigned her to the club’s management to help out where and how they needed it. This means she would probably have to Domme a few of the male patrons. Something she was capable of but hated doing. She was dressed as a slave girl, appropriate given she’d serve all night for no reward.
Erica, her fair skin already marked from where I’d used the cat ‘o’ nine tails whip on her, followed MsV into the club a submissive step behind. Erica was naked except for a long, see-through shift. Her large, soft breasts were tied tightly, and her nipples showed lasciviously through her shift. Erica strutted on 9-inch heeled pumps, the extreme angle forcing her to swing her pump ass seductively.
As MsV took Erica through to the area where we’d Leave her to play, I asked one of the bouncers for a hand. In the rear of MsV’s Evoque, I had Harriet secured inside the box. His ruffle-skirted ass poked lewdly from one end as his ‘O’ ring gag mouthed head hung out the other. Harriet’s penis and gonads were secured by a stainless steel cock cage, ensuring that he had to give pleasure before receiving any.
MsV had done Harriet’s make so she resembled, as closely as Vicky could, one of those blow-up sex dolls. On his forehead, my wife had written ‘slut’ in red lipstick. On his ass, she’d added, ‘Fuckhole for use’. I got Harriet situationed in the room set aside for sexual play and looked to see what MsV had done with Erica.
Vicky had stripped Erica naked and tied her to a wide bench. Erica’s tied tits showed signs of having been recently cropped. Her slender ankles were tied to a spreader bar and the bar to the benchmark’s legs. Erica’s wrists were above her head and also tied to the benchmark’s legs. Erica’s head hung over the top of the benchmark, and a similar ‘O’ ring gag to Harriet’s ensured her mouth was open and available for use. Finally, above Erica’s clip, MsV had drawn an arrow pointing at her cunt and written, ‘Free use slut. Any hole available.’
We left our plays in the area and went to get a drink and socialise with the other dominants. Some had their submissives kneeing at their feet, and some had tied or confined them in one of the play Areas. Subs were often passed around at these events so they could experience play from other dominants.
Sometimes, the dominants’ submissives were of only one type ofGender, and they would swap, say, a female submissive for a male one. Or a cross-dressed male or transgirl for another gender. Most, like us, only played with their own property. I didn’t mind helping a fellow dominant construct a scene for their sub, but I had no interest in having sex with them. After all, I had no idea if they and their sub practiced safe sex or not.
Ms V and I returned to the playroom to check on our subs. We found Harriet with a cock in his ass and another being rammed into his gaping mouth. Drool poured around the cock in his mouth as he grunted with every thrust the man in his ass gave. I was pleased to see both men wore condoms. As we watched, both men climaxed, filling their rubbers with sperm. They pulled out and removed their condoms, dumping them in the bin provided. The men were clearly responsible players because they both headed to the washroom to clean up.
We turned to watch Erica. Erica was moaning around the cock in her mouth as the man in her ass pounded into her for all he was worth. As we watched, the man in Erica’s mouth pulled out, removed the condom, and ejaculated across her tightly tied tits. Doing that was allowed as long as the whiteboard beside her benchmark said it was. Erica’s did. I grinned, seeing at least two other sperm deposits decorating her lush body. I checked, seeing three more condoms in her bin. Erica had served at least four men, possible more. However, by her enthusiastic moaning, she hadn’t received anywhere near enough.
A small queue had formed behind Erica’s benchmark. Being the new girl and plumply attractive means many men wanted to taste her luscious charms. It’s the age-old problem for hosts of these types of events. The number of men wanting to attend far exceeded the number of women. MsV and I were rare in terms of Almost always attending The Chateaux as a couple with an extra female sub–a female sub–a female sub we made available for other dominants to play with.
That’s not to say that women are more or less likely to be dominant or submissive than men. I’m only saying that generally speaking, men are more likely to express their sexuality. If they find being dominated sexually exciting, they will find a way to make that happen. Women, however, tend to be more worried about what others will think if they find out they enjoy being tied up and used like a cheap whore.
After the two men had cum into Erica, two more quickly took their place. The man who chose her mouth amazing me. Initially, I thought there was no way his enormously girled cock would fit through the ‘O’ ring, and then I doubted Erica could swallow even half of it. But not only did the man’s giant cock slip through the ring, it also slide down Erica’s throat without a single gasp or retch from her.
“Wow!” The man extolled. “What a gorgeous, well-trained slut this is!”
“You’re welcome,” MsV said smugly, even though it was I who had taught her to deep-throat.
“MsV,” the man acknowledged. “Your subs are always among the best trained subs here.”
“Where’s your girl?” MsV queried.
The man, whose name I remembered was Brian, who hadn’t stopped pumping Erica’s mouth, grinned and answered, “On her knees behind you.”
We turned to see a pretty transgirl moving along another small line, giving consecutive blowjobs. Although her line was small, Another joined as soon as the man she was sucking had cum.
Brian grinned as he watched his girl working the line, “I don’t suppose you’d like to swap this slut for mine for the week?”
“No,” my wife answered, feigning regret. “Miss Erica isn’t ready for that yet. That’s her husband in the box.”
MsV would have happily played with Brian’s trans-submissive, but she knew that I had no interest in playing with a transgirl, so she graciously refused his request. I’m not against transgirls at all. It’s just that I prefer femmeboys, or feminised men, if you will.
Brian’s eyes widened before he grinnedand responded, “I’ll try her next.”
Meanwhile, the man in Erica’s pussy had orgasmed into his condom, and another took his place. Harriet was double stuffed again, with a cock in his ass and mouth. His moans indicated he wasn’t averse to that at all. MsV and I exchanged glances and smiled. Our latest subs were proving their worth, and we were glad we’d taken them into our sparse stable.
Erica’s seventh, eighth and ninth lovers all added their loads to the cum pooling on her body. Harriet’s face and lower back were smeared with cum, too, and she showed no signs of slowing down. It appeared like Harriet and his wife were competing to see how many cocks they could make blow over their faces or body. Erica held the edge but only because more men would acknowledge their heterosexuality than their bi or homosexuality in a public setting such as this.
Nodding to acknowledge we wanted to explore separately, my wife and I parted. I returned to the bar because I hadn’t seen anyone I wanted to play with. MsV disappeared into the ‘Discipline Room’. Inside, she’d find several subs bound to various apparatus, waiting for someone to use them. I couldn’t see, but I knew she’d select a discipline item that suited her current mood and work her way around the room, punishing the subs she found in that room.
Eventually, she’d find a sub that excited her, and that lucky person would get to taste her dripping pussy and, maybe, fuck her tight cunt. For me, it was more about making connections with the many dominants in the bar. Some of whom would become clients of my stockbroking business. Others might be dominants with whom I’d share my subs. Most would be people I’d exchange polite greetings with but would never allow near any of my submissives.
After making a few new Friends, I left my partially drunk scotch on the bar and returned to the playroom to check on Erica and Harriet. Harriet had two more men in her fuck holes, and her face was a cum-covered disgrace. Erica had been released from her restraints. She currently rode one man cowgirl style, with another stuffed in her ass and another buried balls deep in her mouth. I saw that all three cocks were covered and satisfied, I turned back to Harriet.
It appeared that men who had used him had almost all chosen to cum on his face or lower back. Erica had sperm dripping from her face and body, but Harriet’s face and ass were covered with semen. Lining up with the three-person line waiting to take advantage of Harriet’s ass, I, when it was my turn, pulled a condom on and shoved my thick 7-inch cock into his ass. Then, holding the box to steady myself, I fucked Erica’s husband as hard as I possibly could. As he moaned and accepted my length, I asked, “You doing okay, Harriet?”
“Oh, yes, Master,” Harriet pursued. “I feel so slutty and desirable, and watching Erica serving all those men is so exciting that I need to cum very badly. Will you take my cage off so I can, please?”
I spat, “Slut!” but did as he asked. Then, I rudely shoved my throbbing cock back into his ass, and Harriet climaxed almost immediately, spilling her essence into the box.
“Did this slut just cum from having her ass fucked?” A Domme named Suzanne asked, placing her hand on Harry’s box almost proprietarily. I nodded. “Is she yours?” Suzanne queried.
“Yes.”
“May I use her?”
“Be my guest,”
Erica heard a woman asking to use her husband and my casual acceptance, and she pushed herself away from the two men, using her holes to see what would happen. I watched with interest because although my wife and Anna had used Harry, Erica had yet to see him with a woman from outside our group.
Suzanne rolled her leather miniskirt above her general ass, exposing her monstrous strap-on cock. Oiling it swiftly, she arched an eyebrow at me and asked, “Do you think he can take it?”
I chuckled before answering, “Mistress Suzanne, you and I both know you’re merelyteasing the poor man. You’re way too much of an experienced and caring Domme to hurt someone in a public play area like this purposefully.”
“You’re right, Master John,” she laughed back. “But I do so like to tease. But seriously, though. Do you think he can take a cock this big?”
I heard Erica mutter, “Let me up. I want to see this.” Answering one question: She was OK with her husband playing with another woman.
Suzanne arched her eyebrow again, “Yours, too?” She asked, gesturing towards Erica.
“Husband and wife,” I smugly replied.
“Basstard!” Suzanne spat, grinningly. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve looked for a married submissive couple?”
“Well, hands off my two,” I teased.
“May I see if this slut can take my cock?”
“Of course,” I agreed.
“What are your safe words, little one?” Suzanne asked Harriet.
“Red, if I want you to stop. Orange, if I need you to back off a little.”
“Do you need to use one of those now?”
“No, Ma’am,” Harriet replied softly.
“Your hole has been exceptionally well used, my girl. So it shouldn’t hurt too badly when I pare your boy cunt open,” Suzanne informed him as she slowly pressed her ‘cock’ against Harriet’s sphincter. Suzanne’s 8+ inch fake cock slip surprisingly easily into Harriet’s ass. Suzanne hesitated with about half her cock’s length inside Harriet. “All good?” She queried.
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