Stripped Senseless

by Yvonne Leishman

  “Well I for one would like to take this slowly with you and find out what we have and investigate our sexual tastes together if are you willing?” Am I willing? Is the pope a fucking catholic? You bet your fucking life.

  “Yes I would like, sir if you please, may I steal a kiss from you to seal the deal?” I cannot fucking wait, come on sexy pucker up.

  David leans closer and grabs me by the chin; he tilts my head up to come in line with his mouth. Our mixed breathing has now become laboured and his hard chest is now pressed against my breasts. I can feel that his heart rate has peaked through the roof. It’s a heady feeling.

  He grabs the side of my face with both hands and rubs my cheekbones softly whilst staring into my eyes. Holy shit I may just combust right here if he is not careful, I am already dripping wet for him. Our lips finally meet and it is like the fourth of July going off inside of me. Fuck this dude knows how to kiss. He pushes his tongue against my mouth seeking entry, and I let my lips fall open and grant him access. His tongue is so warm and soft and our tongues entwine beautifully. He grabs me firmly by the hips and I can almost feel his nails digging in painfully. The pain however is overtaken by the high feeling of pleasure. My hands float over his back up into his hair and pull strongly, and I am rewarded with the sexy groan that resonates deep within his throat. We pull back and just stare at each other, fucking each other with our eyes. Something has most definitely passed between us, the look in each other’s face says it all.

  “Tania I must go, I will call you soon.” And with that I get a deep kiss and he disappears into the night once more. Yes I think that had the desired effect but what in the hell has it done to me. Why did David run? Why?

  Chapter 6

  The next day I was on cloud nine, he kissed like he stripped, hard and sensual. There was no doubt now in either of our minds how this was going to go, we were going to fuck and it would be raw and carnal. I am awoken from my daydreaming by the phone ringing once again. Christ it’s like a damn sex line. I look at the screen and see its Helen. Ah Helen wonder what she is phoning for, need I ask?

  “Hello Helen my dear and what can I do for you on this rather beautiful morning?” she is so fishing for goss I can feel it in my bones, ever the lawyer is Helen.

  “Cut the crap love, you know exactly why I am phoning. How did the informal date go with the dark and dangerous David? We are all just dying to get the goss, did you fuck him yet?” Christ trust Helen to get directly to the point.

  “No we haven’t fucked yet but we kissed and god that was fucking insane, I could of orgasmed from that alone. He is just dripping with sex and I was dripping all on my own thinking about it.” This is the actual truth.

  “God what is wrong with you, you have never hesitated to fuck anyone before? Are you a born again virgin and not told us” she chuckles down the phone. Ever the comedian is Helen.

  “Don’t be fucking stupid it was David who bowed out. He actually seemed a bit freaked out after our kiss.” Which is the god’s honest truth I really don’t know how I got that reaction out of him? “Anyway Helen is Catherine there with you? I need to talk to her about something.” I am not telling Helen exactly what I am discussing; she certainly doesn’t need any more ammunition.

  “Yes she is here strangely enough; I will put her on for you babes.” Phew no talk about what I need Catherine for thankfully.

  “Tania honey what do you want to talk about?” God bless Catherine’s submissive personality, the exact reason she has attracted a Dom no doubt.

  “Catherine, I have a bit of a personal question. I have recently been getting interested in the BDSM scene.” I pause so that I can gauge Catherine’s reaction. “Now I know that you have acquired a lovely Dom but I wondered would I be able to tag along to one of the club’s.” This is a big step for me as I have only really dabbled at home with Pierce. However, I know that Catherine loves all that hard-core spanking, pleasure/pain stuff.

  “Wow Tania how long have you been thinking about this? Don’t get me wrong I am totally overjoyed that you want to come with me, but it’s not for the faint of heart.” This I know. Apparently Catherine comes at the drop of the hat especially from having her nipples clamped, apparently it gives the most intense orgasm. I really want to find out how intense it can get.

  “Well for a while. I have been dabbling with Pierce for a while, but as soon as he wanted to breech my ass-hole that was it, end game. I love using handcuffs, spreader bars, being tied up and using different toys but I want to embrace the lifestyle to see if it is something I could do full time.” It fucking fascinates me and the thought of David tying me up turns me on so hard.

  “Well baby you can come along with me tonight if you want, but the only thing is I won’t be able to stay with you as Troy will be dominating me from the word go.” That’s ok I want to see for myself exactly what it is that has my interest piqued.

  “Thanks babes, well I will come round to yours at six and leave from there then.” I am so fucking excited I could jump up and down on the spot.

  “Yes cool honey see you then. Chow.” Yes, yes, yes I cannot fucking wait to get me some pleasure/pain action.

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  Fuck….Fuck how the hell can I have feelings for a girl that I have only just met. I have never felt anything of a connection with any of the girls I have fucked. Christ and I haven’t even fucked her yet, it was only a kiss. What is going to happen when I do finally fuck her? If I do? I wander over to the fridge and pull out a cold beer, Christ I seem to be drinking a lot these days. I have what Chris would call a mindfuck. I don’t do falling in love, yet that kiss rocked me to the core. Not only that, Tania doesn’t seem to be the kind to love back, or is she? This is something I need to work on, obviously.

  I have so much pent up frustration and this morning’s punishing gym workout did nothing for me. I think that the only thing that is going to expel some of this sexual frustration is to head to the BDSM club tonight. I have really been getting into it of late and giving a hard spanking really eases the frustration. I have a huge sexual appetite and usually spend the whole evening at the club.

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  I have been advised by Catherine to wear some fetish clothing as per the clubs strict instructions. I went out to the city earlier and bought a purple latex dress and knee length black rubber boots. In my humble opinion I look fucking ridiculous. I just look like a walking plum, I mean what the fuck? Rules are rules, Christ.

  I hunt out my longest trench coat I have and slip it on; covering what little clothes I do have on. God I feel like a bloody whore away to stand on street corners. I drive on over to Catherine’s and await my fate for this evening of daubacery. I let myself into Catherine’s extravagant house and wait for her to come down from her bedroom.

  I am minding my own business when in walks the tallest and broadest man I have ever seen. Without a shadow of a doubt, you could instantly tell he was dominant. He has black hair, neatly trimmed and his white shirt was sculpted to his bulging muscles. His pants contained a bulge of another kind also. His grey eyes bore holes right through to my soul and if I’m not mistaken he looked rather dangerous.

  “And you are?” His voice boomed at me and had me trembling a little in my eight inch heels.

  “I am Catherine’s friend, Tania. I am following her to the BDSM club in town.” I try to sound matter-of-fact, but it is not happening, he scares the shit out of me. “Can I ask who you are?”

  “I am Master Troy, and that is what you will address me as.” He bellows. Well who the fuck does he think he is. He can dominate Catherine if he likes, but he sure is shit aint doing it to me.

  “Excuse…..” I am interrupted as Catherine now walks into the sitting room covered from her neck to her feet in a latex cat suit. Holy fuck is this what turns the Dom on. The big dominating fuck.

  “Hey babes I didn’t hear you come in, you look amazing by the way you will attract some mighty fine men in there.” Catherine states confidently.r />
  “Well I’m ready to go when you are; I am very excited to see the action in a more sophisticated club.” I’m so fucking amped and wired to the moon, I may just start skipping like a lunatic.

  We head out into what I can only assume is the Dom’s car, a sleek black Mercedes convertible. Catherine and I slip into the back as dark and very dangerous slips in the driver’s seat. We drive the short distance downtown to the club. Both myself and Catherine head in, but then she seems to remember herself and waits for her Dom. That little action I’m sure has probably earned her a punishment. I wave to her indicating that I will be okay from here and head into the world of Pleasure/pain.

  Chapter 7

  I enter the club and feel a huge rush of exhilaration. The music is thumping a loud bass beat and the club is filled with scantily clad women in fetish wear. I approach the bar to get myself a drink to settle the nerves that have now taken residence in my lower stomach.

  The bar-tender is a tall man dressed in a white dress shirt and ripped blue jeans. He also has a foreboding attitude about him. I order a cosmopolitan and settle myself down at the bar. The club really is beautiful, very tastefully decorated, despite the numerous areas that relate to the BDSM world. There are areas specific to fire play, a spanking station, a bondage area with a large four poster bed, I assume for tying up your partner for fucking. There also seems to be a role-play area and a suspension area that has a suspension cage attached to the ceiling of the club.

  Although this is all new to me, it excites me spectacularly. Catherine sits down beside me at the bar and orders herself a cosmopolitan also. Her Dom speaks to the bartender so I assume they know one another, he really does piss me off, constantly eyeing me as if I will lead his Submissive astray.

  “What do you think of the club then? Do you think you could adjust to the scene?” Catherine asks quietly, I assume so her Dom doesn’t hear her, I assume also she doesn’t have permission to speak.

  “Well it certainly is different from what I have been doing at home with Pierce, but if truth be told it is very fascinating. I’m keen to get started, what do you suggest I do first?” I am like a kid at Christmas and cannot wait.

  “Well you could sit over there, by the comfy sofas and wait. I don’t think you will have long to wait until you pique one of the Dom’s attention. Then you will have a partner to try it all out with. Especially if he is one with any amount of experience. Okay I need to go I’m not really meant to be talking without asking permission first.” Catherine mutters. Okay that may be something I will have trouble with, I muse.

  I do as Catherine suggests and sit on the plush red velvet sofa. I sip my drink slowly, I definitely do not want to get tipsy in here, and I need my faculties to remain intact. There is the possibility to get carried away in the moment so I need to keep it together.

  It seems I do not have long to wait until a very tall man, who obviously likes to work out approaches me. He has brown hair styled into a buzz cut and has penetrating brown eyes. Oh my he is actually rather scary looking, definitely the dominating type. He sits beside me and stares me out; I assume trying to establish if I am indeed submissive.

  He strokes my face and runs his hands through my hair; it’s a sensual movement and helps me relax in his presence. Despite the environment, I feel relaxed in his company and he does emanate a softer persona. In the background I can hear several screams of both pain and pleasure, it sends shivers running up and down my spine. I can also hear the loud cracking of whips on flesh combined with the cries of ecstasy. Oh my god I can almost feel my pussy pulsate every time I hear a cry. The delicious moans have my clit throbbing, screaming for a touch, a lick of a warm hard tongue, anything! I have never seen so much sex in one room, ever. I can totally understand how people can become addicted to this kind of lifestyle, at this moment I want to fuck anyone who walks.

  “You okay sugar?” the sexy Dom asks me whilst breathing against my neck, making me hotter by the second.

  “I’m fine thanks, I am just wondering what happens next.” I gulp down a painful amount of air. I am both scared and excited at the same time. I would rather get this all started, I need an orgasm as soon as possible.

  “Well Sugar we can start slowly and build up, but be aware I will be your Dom for tonight and you will address me only as Sir. Now, you need to pick a safe word. This is in case you are in pain above your limits; in this case I will stop immediately.” He states in a highly confident manner, that leaves it crystal clear of his intentions for this evening. God a safe word, like what?

  “Sir, I think I would like my safe word to be Red.” I think this is a very appropriate safe word; I always associate red with stop.

  “Excellent, a very good choice, so what is your name?” oh jeez we haven’t even been introduced, how embarrassing.

  “Tania, Sir.” I state quietly, ashamed I hadn’t introduced myself earlier.

  “Well Tania let us start by you taking off that very fetching dress and getting you naked.” Oh how direct my sexy sir, with pleasure. I have no inhibitions where getting naked are concerned, and hurriedly take every piece of clothing off.

  I reach down to take off my fuck me shoes off, but I am motioned to leave them on by Sir. I stand upright as naked as a baby and notice that within Sir’s trousers something fierce starts to stir. Yes if I am not mistaken his cock is now standing to attention. This makes me feel so wanton, I can feel my pussy start to drip with my honey goodness and I am longing to be touched. I really want to reach down and caress my clit; it feels as though I haven’t been touched in so long. I really need a good fucking. I am so close to shoving two fingers inside myself but I know that Sir will not approve so I await further instructions.

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  I enter the club once again; this place feels like my second home I am so relaxed here; here I can be my inner dominant without prejudice. I am wearing my usual dominant attire, worn blue jeans and nothing on my top half. This seems to get the ladies going and they will act all submissive at my feet in order for me to fuck them any which way I desire.

  I saunter over to the bar and order a vodka and coke from the bartender to get myself warmed up, however this won’t take me long once I find a nice little submissive to flog and fuck. I scan the club area and I notice Tania’s little friend Catherine in the resting area with a rather ominous looking Dom.

  Boy I didn’t expect that from her she seemed so quiet.

  Guess it’s the quiet ones you need to watch. Christ I think I am going to be quite brutal tonight, yes I think there will be quite a few punishment fucks handed out tonight.

  Just as I’m knocking the remainder of my drink back I notice a beautiful brunette sitting in the resting area and going by her profile if I’m not mistaken it looks like Tania.

  I remember seeing Catherine earlier and believe it couldn’t be a coincidence. Just as I am doubting the possibility she turns around and her beautiful eyes are locked with mine. God how fucking beautiful is this woman and her sitting there naked is turning me to solid stone. My cock is pushing against my zipper and if I’m not mistaken I’m harder than ever just seeing her sexy little body again. That naked body of hers and her beautiful tits sitting perfectly, sends every ounce of blood straight to my cock.

  Well fuck this, I am not going to sit around here all night waiting for some other damn Dom to come and take my girl away and fuck her right in front of me.

  I place my glass down very quickly in order to rescue my soon to be woman and give her a rather quick introduction to the world of BDSM. I walk past everyone else in the room, though I am definitely not aware of anything else going on that’s for sure.

  Tania smiles a simply stunning smile and my insides melt. This is my opportunity to suss her out whilst fucking her and hopefully find out the depth of her feelings. I am now face-to-face with Tania, her hair around her face like a halo sending beautiful light around her face. Her eyes piercing holes through me and fuck her body is so carnal, she has stunning curv
es in all the right places. I notice her eyes dart to my crotch and it is apparent she has noticed my cock standing to attention. Yes I am going to enjoy this evening immensely.

  Chapter 8

  I look intently into the eyes of the Adonis of a man standing in front of me once more. My god is it possible for the man to be any more beautiful than he was before; perhaps it is the Dom persona that he has adapted within the club? I don’t know but by god it is turning me on something chronic. Worn jeans and no shirt on is fucking hot. His tattoos are bulging and so very sexy I want to lick them all, although that is not the only thing I am keen to lick tonight.

  “Well Tania do you come here often?” he speaks hoarsely trying to break the ice between us in this strange atmosphere.

  “Well I could ask you the same thing.” I am not sure how I am supposed to address him. I have already gone and got involved with another Dom for the evening I wonder how this is going to go down with David.

  “Well I will ask you to address me as sir and yes I have been known to frequent this club on a few occasions, Tania.” Just as he finishes talking the scary Dom comes back from talking with the owner and eyes both me and David with what looks like contempt.

  “Well excuse me Mister, I do believe you are talking to my submissive and as you can see she is taken for this evening.” Oh crap just as I thought it’s not going to go well with David at all. Will David accept this or will he try and fight for me?

  “I am sorry; however, I truly believe that your submissive will be more suited to me than you. As we both know you are a sadist and I do believe this submissive is not a masochist.” He speaks with such clarity and confidence; it makes him more attractive if that is possible. Yes I do believe I am in trouble.

  “Is that so Tania?” Oh shit I am being addressed now. I need to seriously find my damn tongue and my brain and engage them together now.