by Eileen Green
Jake noticed they were twins, their bodies exactly alike, as were their faces. He had to wonder what they would have done to deserve their fate tonight.
“That’s our head DM,” the club owner explained. “None of our members know who he is which makes it more ominous on our insubordinate subs such as the twins there. The not knowing sometimes can be the worse than the discipline. But the twins there keep trying to top from the bottom with the Doms here, so we finally had to make an example of them.”
The two men that helped untie the twins helped the women down from the stage and escorted them over to one of the seating areas. One of the men pulled the tie on the curtains there to give the women some privacy as they provided aftercare.
As Jake was moving his attention back to their own escort, he heard several club members nearby ask lowly but appreciatively, “Who are they?”
A knot formed in Jake’s gut as he continued turning and spotted their women walking toward them. He felt his friends turn also, deep intakes of breaths and underlying cuss words intermingling together. Andrew grasped his forearm for support.
All the women were beautiful, their dress, or undress, varying in degree, but Jake’s eyes landed on one woman in particular. The one who held his heart and soul.
Gwen wore a black corset that squeezed her waist inward and lifted her ample breasts up and over the cups built into the garment. From where he stood, he could see the tops of her nipples as they played hide and seek with the material as she walked. On her hips she wore a mini-skirt which barely covered the tops of her thighs. He thought for certain if she turned around and bent over she would be showing her wares to everyone.
Jealousy was a fleeting thought as he gazed upon her. Lyndee was wearing something that showed off her beautiful breasts but her three men weren’t bothered by it at all. Jake know Gwen was his and Andrew’s so he wasn’t afraid she would wander. Being the Doms that they were, he knew he and Andrew had to protect her while she was not just here at the club, but wherever they went.
Making a beeline for her, he reached her a second before Andrew did and gathered her in his arms. Feeling her nearly bare breasts smash against his own skin was comforting. Leaning down he whispered, “God, you are so beautiful. I am so tempted to take you to one of the private rooms and fuck you right now.”
Andrew snuggled up on the other side of her. His own whispered voice made her shiver. “Did you see how all the people here were looking at you, baby girl? You’re magnificent.”
A tremor ran through her body as she looked up between the two. “Thank you. I hope you aren’t upset that I’m showing too much. Lyndee said it looked good.”
“The question is, my honeybee, are you comfortable?” Jake asked, his lips nuzzling her ear and hair.
The slight shrug of her shoulder caused him to know she was battling herself. “I’m not sure. I mean,” she quietly said before looking up at him. “I’m not used to wearing so little. I thought you would like it, but not sure if you wanted my…well…my tits on display.”
“Baby, you know we would never make you wear something that is uncomfortable for you to wear. If you don’t want to wear this outfit, you can always change. It’ll be all right.” Andrew’s voice shook with his statement, from fear she would or from his excitement, Jake wasn’t sure.
He could practically see the wheels turning in her head as Gwen thought for a few moments. Jake could hear James, Kevin, and Dave were talking to Anita soothingly as he and Andrew had been with Gwen. Siobhan seemed a bit more comfortable in her green teddy and thong.
Jake was thankful that even though the other women were showing off parts of their bodies for their own men, he felt nothing for any of them. Only one woman made him hard and she was engulfed in his arms with his friend on the other side of her.
“I’m good,” Gwen said confidently, thrusting her shoulders back. The movement caused her breasts to thrust out also and bounce in their little cups. Jake groaned.
“Good.” Andrew pulled slightly away from her so he could look down into her face. “Now, we know you are here to work, but we want you to have a good time also. We also know we have only discussed a little bit of the BDSM world with you, so if there is something here that you want to try, let us know.”
“Yes,” Alex began, as he must have heard what Andrew had said. “Don’t hesitate to ask questions and if you want to try something, let me know.”
The women kept their heads lowered as the man spoke, which pleased Jake. Gwen was acting like the submissive she was destined to be.
The tour began as Alex took them from station to station, explaining how each one worked and the pleasure or pain that could be derived from them. Everyone listened intently. Anita and Gwen took notes on notepads they carried. No cameras were allowed in the dungeon while the members were there, so the next day when they returned, the women could take all the pictures they wanted and then match them up to their notes.
Jake and Andrew watched Gwen carefully to see what caught her interest. Of course, with her, they didn’t exactly have to watch. They could smell her arousal when she saw something she liked. The hard ridge in his leathers was getting harder with each step, but he had to license himself to be patient.
The station that seemed to catch Gwen’s eye the most was the medical station. There was a gynecological table set up with stirrups. I wouldn’t mind playing doctor with her.
Tonight, there was a male sub strapped down, his legs up in the metal devices, spreading him open for all to see. His mistress had a metal probe in the man’s butt with an electrical cord attached. The tall thin woman in a black leather corset without bra cups and black high heel shoes, held a small black box where the cord was attached. There were dials on it. It was a Tens machine. Jake knew that chiropractors and masseuses used them for muscle therapy.
The sub was laying still on the table, his eyes closed as if he was asleep. His mistress stroked his foot lightly before moving further and stroking his naked hard cock several times before moving her hand to the device. Turning a knob, Jake could see the man’s cock throb and his ass rise from the table slightly, a groan escaping him. The woman turned the knob further and the man’s pelvic region seemed to seize up as he cried out.
“Quiet!” Mistress snapped. “Do you want everyone to think you are a sissy?”
“No, Mistress.” The sub’s voice quivered as he answered her. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Relaxed again, the man waited. It wasn’t long before his mistress again turned the knob and the man’s body shook again and his hips thrust upward. He moaned his pain but otherwise remained quiet as per ordered. His legs quivered as the electrical shocks ran through him until his mistress had mercy on him and turned the device off. Jake had to commend the man and his restraint.
Again, waiting a few moments, the mistress turned the knob, this time turning it higher than before. The man’s whole body shook with the current as his ass tried to swallow the probe that had been placed there. Mistress set the controls down on the side of the table and closed her hand around the man’s hardened penis. Slowly at first, she began to stroke him. Jake knew with the electricity going through him and her handling him, the poor man wasn’t going to last. It was perhaps a minute later that the man raised his hips, his only contact with the table being the stirrups and his shoulders and he begged, “Mistress, may I please come? Please, Mistress!”
“Yes, slave. Do it!” she demanded of him, giving him his freedom.
The last word barely left her mouth as he began to shoot his load on his stomach and chest. A feral cry erupted from him as his ejaculation seemed to go on and on.
Finally, the woman turned off the control device and began to speak soothingly to her charge. The sub’s body spasmed a few more times in post-orgasmic bliss before he finally stilled. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.” His voice was weak but laced with admiration and adoration. Satisfaction lay there also.
Glancing down at Gwen, he saw her chest heaving
with her breaths as a rosy tinge had kissed her face, neck, and chest. Taking his gaze up to meet Andrew’s, they both knew their woman was totally turned on by the scene before her. She was a voyeur. A smile spread across both their faces.
Moving on, they passed St. Andrew’s crosses, spanking benches, suspension boxes, and other stations. Watching Gwen, Jake could see the questions piling up in her brain. When they came to one station that had just a table in it with a woman lying on it in a Lycra body bag and people standing around touching the woman, Gwen finally spoke. “What are they doing to her? Why is she in a bag?”
Alex was right behind them, so when his baritone voice spoke, Jake practically jumped. “The woman is afraid of others seeing her here. Her master has opted to put her in a situation where others can touch her body all over and she can’t see them. It causes her to give over her insecurities but also ease her into this world.”
Gwen sighed loudly at the man’s explanation. Jake could see her nipples beading and smell her sweet aroma. Perhaps they would put her in the bag later tonight, but he wasn’t certain about others touching her.
Once they moved through the dungeon, they went and had a drink at the bar. Jake was surprised when Lyndee knelt next to her three men on the floor while Angela and Running Wolf both knelt down beside Lawrence’s legs. He could tell Connor was a bit nervous with his sister being near. At least what she was wearing completely covered all of her assets so as not to cause an overwhelming uncomfortable situation between the siblings.
Gwen, who watched the three subs kneel, looked at Jake and Andrew questionably. Since they hadn’t quite gotten around to discussing how they wanted her to serve them, he just pulled her into his lap and let her legs sit across Andrew’s. She slipped her arm around his shoulder to hold on. Siobhan ended up the same way across Ray and Brian, while Tina sat next to her husband. Anita was held by all three of her men.
The men each had a beer while the women had water. The lights in here were making it warm.
“On Friday and Saturday nights, we have a live DJ and we put out a dance floor. The members enjoy that.” Alex took a sip of his beer. “Any questions?”
“What happens on the stage?” Gwen asked before taking a drink of water.
“Various things. I’m not sure if you saw what was going on as you were coming from the changing rooms?” Alex asked but the women shook their heads. “Well, there are public floggings or whippings that sometimes need to be done. Public meaning the members. We have slave auctions twice a year to raise money for charity. Collarings take place there. Weddings and bonding ceremonies are held there also.”
“Where does the money go from the auctions?” Gwen asked, trying to write with one hand.
“Usually to a women’s shelter. We protect our women, ma’am.” The Dom looked at Gwen, his expression one of admiration rather than lust.
“Do you conduct the weddings and the bonding things?” Gwen asked, hesitating on the last word as if she forgot the word she was looking for.
“Ceremonies? Yes, I do. I am an ordained minister. I had problems getting a minister to come here for the first couple of weddings we had here, so, I thought what the heck. Now, we’re a one stop shop, you could say.”
“Who conducts the public floggings?”
“It depends on who the offender is,” Alex said as he glanced at the stage. “As with tonight’s flogging, the two subs are unclaimed, so the DM had the privilege of conducting it. If the sub belongs to someone, their Dom or Mistress can conduct it, or, they can request a DM to do it. It just depends on the situation.”
Gwen continued with her questions, which seemed to roll out of her as if a button had been pushed. After she was satisfied and out of questions, they made their way to the observation deck for the theme rooms, which were under the main room.
Twenty theme rooms, ten on each side, sat back to back, but with a corridor running down the back of them. The observation deck ran over the corridor and along each side were windows that were angle down with a view to each room. The occupants of the rooms could blacken the windows if they wished for privacy, but there were cameras which ran continuously in each room for safety. The corridor below them was for security should an emergency come up and they needed to access the room quickly and privately.
There were a variety of different rooms for a range of tastes. Jake didn’t even know how he would have gone about deciding on a theme.
After seeing these, they were given carte blanche to enjoy the rest of the evening. He was anxious to play, but they did have to consider it had been a long day of flying and driving and then the long evening. He kept checking to make sure Gwen wasn’t tiring too easily.
Reentering the dungeon, Jake and Andrew snuggled up to Gwen. Her skin was warm and inviting as was her stone-hard nipples and her pungent woman’s aroma. Smiling down at her, Jake asked sexily, “What did you find interesting tonight? What would you want to try?”
* * * *
The questions actually surprised Gwen. That they would ask her put her at a disadvantage. Didn’t a Dom make the decision for his subs? Wasn’t it that the sub didn’t have a say in such things? She was a bit confused.
“I’m not sure,” she answered demurely. “Can we just watch for a little bit longer?”
Hugging her to him as he winked at Jake, Andrew answered lowly, “Of course, baby. Whatever you want to do.”
Jake steered them toward one of the St. Andrew’s crosses where Trey was busy strapping in Lyndee. The petite blonde’s backside was to the group that was gathering around to view the flogging of the beauty. Murmurs of anticipation ran through the small audience. Apparently, from what Jake could gather from snippets here and there, the foursome was something to watch.
Gwen snuggled between both he and Andrew, her body slightly trembling. Her chest was rising and falling quickly as she took in short breaths. “Breathe slowly, sweetheart,” Jake said calmly. “You’re going to hyperventilate.”
He watched as she tried to do as he said. Tight budded nipples could be seen at the top of the cups of her corset, which still surprised him that she would so openly show off her body. But he was so proud of her.
Activity at the cross brought his attention back to it. Austin was pulling Lyndee’s teddy up over her head and then tucked the sides around the front of her to keep it out of the way. Once he finished, he pulled her face around and kissed her hungrily. After speaking a few words to her, he stepped back and took his place off to the side.
Trey stood off to her other side, while Storm stood behind her by about seven feet. Instead of holding a flogger, which Jake had heard Lyndee liked, her man was holding a six foot bull whip, coiled up. Stepping forward, he pressed his body up against Lyndee’s, said some words to her before kissing her neck, and then moving back far enough back to be able to work.
Uncoiling the whip, Storm turned to the side and flicked a couple of practice shots at a couple solo cups standing ready for him, the popping sound echoing in the massive room. Striking both of them precisely brought even more murmurs from the crowd. When he was ready, he turned back toward Lyndee. His voice boomed when he asked, “What is your safe word, darlin’?”
“Red, sir,” she answered strongly and confidently.
“Are you ready?” Storm asked.
“Yes, sir.”
Storm raised his arm, took a step forward and let the long braided leather strip fly. The tip popped loudly as it left one small red mark on Lyndee’s left butt cheek. She flinched slightly but remained silent, as did the enraptured crowd. Activity at other stations came to a halt as the expertise of Storm continued. Repeating the action nine more times, Lyndee was left with ten red spots on her quivering ass. Not one of the strikes had penetrated the skin, which was a testament to Storm’s dedicated practice with the whip and the trust and patience of Lyndee.
Austin and Trey both rushed to Lyndee’s sides and pulled her teddy back down over her body before removing her arms and legs from their stra
ps. Austin rose, kissing his woman briefly before turning and accepting a blanket from Angela, who had stepped up to help if needed. Trey kissed the woman as Austin wrapped the materiel around her and then lifted her in his arms. The three men made their way over to one of the seating areas and pulled the curtains for privacy to provide the appropriate aftercare.
Looking down at Gwen, Jake found her flushed and back to breathing hard. Not sure what to make of it, he used his hand to lift her chin up to gaze into her eyes. What he saw there surprised him, for it wasn’t fear. Excitement shone in her aquamarine eyes as her breasts rose and fell with her shallow breaths. Glancing over at Andrew, Jake found he was watching as intently.
Meeting Gwen’s gaze again, Jake smiled. “Did you like that, honeybee?”
Lowering her eyes, she nibbled her bottom lip for a few seconds before speaking. “Yes, sir.”
“Did it get you all wet and excited?” Andrew asked behind her, his hand coming around and caressing the closest breast to him.
“Yes, sir.” She shivered.
“Would you like to take a try at it, but with a flogger instead of a whip?” Jake asked. He knew she knew what a flogger was as they had shown her one at the house one evening.
Their woman shifted on her legs as if she was rubbing her thighs together. The flush grew brighter before she looked up and looked into his eyes. “Yes, sir.”
Hesitation was out of the question. Jake grasped her hand and stepped over to the St. Andrew’s cross. He didn’t have to look to know Andrew was right behind him. He also knew the crowd that had started to dissipate had gathered again to observe what was to come.
