by Becca Van
No one drove up after her. After a few minutes of heart-pounding waiting, the door to the club opened. A tall, muscular man came down the steps. He was as big as Master Tank in height and bulk but he looked like a real bad-ass. This must be Master Mike. God, I’m so glad he’s not my Dom. The aura of power emanating off of him was enough to send any woman running whether they were submissive or not. She pitied any sub he came in contact with.
He opened her door before she could and held out a hand toward her. Emma took his hand and let him help her from her car.
“Hi, Emma, I’m Master Mike. If you ever need anything, honey, just give a yell. Okay?”
She looked over her shoulder at the silent parking lot. I guess he didn’t take the bait. She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. “Thanks,” she said distractedly to Master Mike.
Emma looked up into the lightest blue eyes she had ever seen. A shiver of trepidation washed over her and shivered up her spine. He was frowning at her and those eyes had gone ice cold.
“You’re heading for a spanking, little sub. Don’t think I won’t speak to your Doms,” Master Mike said in a cold, gravelly voice.
Shit! I forgot to address him correctly. Emma lowered her eyes and apologized. “I’m sorry, Master Mike. Please, forgive my lapse?”
“Very pretty, Emma. Now go on and head inside. Master Barry has some papers ready for you to fill out.”
Emma rushed around the front of her car and up the steps, careful not to turn her ankle in the stiletto heels she was wearing. She looked over her shoulder as Master Mike drove her car around the far side of the club. Releasing another deep breath slowly, she stepped over the threshold of the club’s entrance. Now that she was inside she felt more of the tension seep away. It helped to see Charlie’s smiling face as she neared the reception desk in the foyer. There was another petite, blonde-haired woman who had a black eye, standing next to Charlie. Emma knew this had to be Aurora, the woman who had taken a beating from Mitchell because of her. Aurora was talking to some other people, but she smiled in greeting and Master Barry nodded his head to her.
After Charlie and Master Barry explained all the rules, protocols, and policies, Emma filled out the paperwork. She handed the pages back when she was done.
“Give me your shoes, Emma,” Master Barry demanded. “Your Doms want you barefoot.”
She bent down and removed her shoes and then handed them over to Master Barry. He passed them to Aurora, who placed them out of sight under the counter.
“I’m sorry you got hurt because of me, Aurora.” She looked the other woman in the face.
“Don’t be silly. It’s not your fault, honey. You can’t control what assholes will do.”
“Thank you,” Emma sighed as the guilt she felt waned. She was grateful that the receptionist didn’t hold her responsible for getting hurt.
“Okay, let me just clarify what your safe word is, Emma,” Master Barry said as he skirted the end of the reception desk.
“Chief.”
“And why did you pick that word to use?” Barry asked as he and Charlie guided her toward the double doors to the inner sanctum of the BDSM world.
“Umm, I–I…”
“Let me guess. You wanted to piss off your Doms.” Master Barry looked down at her and smiled.
Emma smiled back cheekily. “Yes, Sir, I did.”
“Oh, Emma, I like you already. You and I are going to be great friends.” Charlie laughed.
Master Barry’s face changed from amused to blank in the blink of an eye as he turned toward Charlie. “Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No, Master Barry. Sorry, Master Barry.”
Emma lowered her head to hide the smirk on her face. Charlie hadn’t stopped smiling and she began to shift from foot to foot as Master Barry stared at her. It looked like the voluptuous beauty was turned on by the tone of her husband/Dom’s voice.
Barry turned away from Charlie and opened the doors. As he did, Emma caught Charlie sticking her tongue out at Master Barry and had to bite her own tongue so she wouldn’t burst out laughing.
As she followed Master Barry, she looked around surreptitiously from beneath her eyelashes. It was like she had walked into another world. The last time she had walked through the great room it had been empty. Now the sights and sounds caused her to shiver with nervous excitement. Women cried out in pleasurable pain and climax as their Doms took them through their paces and catered to their needs.
She caught sight of a male sub on the St. Andrew’s Cross, where his female Domme spanked his bare ass with what looked like a paddle of some sort. The dance floor in the middle of the room was nearly full with bodies swaying to the music. There were a lot of subs dressed like her, but there were also some who were totally naked. But from what she could see, no one leered and everyone seemed comfortable with nudity. On the stage off to the other side of the dance floor, a female sub was cuffed to a chain and her ankles were shackled to hooks in the floor. She was spread open for her Dom as he fucked her with a dildo or vibrator.
Charlie halted when Master Barry stopped at the bar on the far side of the room. She looked up to see Masters Gary and Tank watching her as she approached. Master Gary crooked his finger at her making a come here motion, and Emma walked around Charlie until she was standing next to his stool. Master Tank leaned against the bar next to him.
“Yes, Master?”
“Very nice, Emma.” Master Gary snagged her around the waist and pulled her between his spread thighs. “Mike already called and gave us a report. It seems Mitchell won’t be drawn out of hiding that easily.”
“We’ll catch him, darlin’,” Tank assured her. “Maybe not tonight, but soon.”
“Did you have any trouble on your drive?”
“No, Master.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“Are you ready to get started, little sub?” Master Tank asked, drawing her gaze.
“Yes, Master Tank.”
“Such a pretty little sub.” Master Tank straightened and clasped her hand, then began to lead her toward the stage where the sub and Dom were just finishing up. The Dom had placed a blanket around his sub’s body and was carrying her down the steps. Another woman wiped the chains down, cleaning them. Emma stopped walking when Master Tank turned toward her. He stared at her with a blank expression.
“Take your clothes off, Emma.”
Emma wanted to argue that she didn’t feel comfortable being naked in front of so many strange people, but when she looked into Master Tank’s eyes she knew if she opened her mouth she would be in big trouble. Her hands trembled when she reached up to release the first hook from its eye at the top of her corset. By the time she had reached the last one, her legs were shaking. The corset fell from her body, and she caught it before it hit the floor.
“Such pretty breasts you have, Emma. Look at those hard nipples,” Master Gary said from behind her. She could feel heat emanating from his big, hard body and knew if she leaned back, they would touch. “Now remove your skirt.”
Another shudder traveled her spine as she took off her skirt. She was totally naked and felt very vulnerable, but she was also aroused. Her pussy clenched and cream leaked out onto her thighs.
“Looks like I’m just in time,” Master Jack said as he stopped near her side. His heated eyes traversed her body, causing another shiver.
Master Gary walked around her until he was standing next to Master Tank. He was holding something in his hand, but he whipped it behind his back before she could ascertain what it was. “Give me your hands, Emma.”
She held her hands out toward him and he had her wrists cuffed before she could blink.
“Such an obedient little sub. You’re doing great, baby.” Master Gary hooked the cuffs together in front of her and then grabbed hold of the short chain between her wrists. He led her up the steps of the stage. Masters Tank and Jack followed.
He halted when she was standing beneath the chain, and he r
aised her arms above her head.
Moments later, Emma was restrained by her wrist and ankles. She was surrounded by her three Doms, and although she felt safe, she was aware of all the other eyes on her naked body. Her nipples elongated even more and her clit throbbed with need.
Master Gary walked around behind her and ran his hands over every inch of her body. His hands caressed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “You like being on display, don’t you, sub?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m glad you didn’t lie to me, Emma. I would have known if you had lied to me. Your body lets me know what you’re feeling.” Master Gary ran his fingers through her wet pussy and down her damp inner thighs. “I’m going to cover your eyes, Emma. That way you can’t be distracted by the people watching and your senses will be heightened.”
That was the only warning Emma got. Cloth covered her eyes and then she was totally blind. A large, muscular arm wrapped around her midsection and then one of them licked over her lips. She inhaled deeply and knew it was Master Tank in front of her. Emma gasped and then moaned as Master Tank kissed her hungrily. By the time he drew away, Emma was so aroused she was close to climaxing.
A sharp slap landed on her ass, drawing her back from the brink. Each time the hand connected with her ass cheeks, the sting radiated out and into her pussy. With each smack the force of the slaps escalated and Emma thought she may have to use one of her safe words. If she said the word yellow then they would stop and she could gain control over her impending orgasm, but if she did she would only earn more punishment. Just as she was about to speak, someone’s warm lips sucked one of her nipples into their mouth. She sobbed as the stinging pain to her ass morphed into pleasure. Another mouth sucked her on her other nipple, and Emma cried out as shivers of adrenaline and arousal permeated her body. Her mind was confused, and she didn’t know at first if she was feeling pain or pleasure. Then she realized that she was feeling both, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain. A whimper of frustration escaped her mouth when the smacks to her ass stopped and the two men at her breasts released her nipples with a pop.
Just one more smack. Please? One more smack will send me over the edge.
Emma felt a breeze, which told her that her men were moving. She wanted to be able to see what they were doing but then wondered if she would be able to let go if her eyes weren’t covered. No, she didn’t think so. Master Gary had known that she would feel more comfortable with her eyes covered.
How does he read me so well? Even I didn’t know that until just now.
The air in front of her stirred again, and something soft was rubbed over her body. She inhaled and knew by the lemony scent that Master Jack was at her front. He rubbed whatever he had in his hand over her neck, shoulders, breasts, and down her belly. Emma arched her hips forward and then gasped when a hard slap landed over the middle of her ass.
“Don’t move again, sub,” Master Gary ordered in a deep voice.
Emma held still but it was a lot harder than she imagined. Her instincts were to arch up and rub her needy body against Master Jack. She sighed when the soft thing caressed her pussy lips and moved between her legs, but she bit her tongue to keep in her growl of frustration when it was removed.
A light flick landed on her thigh. Emma felt the impact in several places, and her pussy clenched with the desire to be filled. She had no idea what Master Jack was using on her, but it felt so good. The taps came at her faster and harder. Master Jack covered her body from her breasts down to her inner thighs. Her breasts were so swollen and her nipples so achy that she needed their hands on her to relieve their sensitivity. Her clit throbbed and her pussy leaked out her juices in what felt like a continuous stream. She wanted one of her men to fuck her hard and fast until she screamed with orgasm, but they were in control and wouldn’t give her any relief until they were ready.
Emma didn’t know how much more she could take. She was on the verge of an orgasm so big it was scary, but Master Jack wouldn’t hit her where she needed him to.
“Please, Master?”
“Please what, little sub?” Master Jack asked in a breathless voice.
“Please, can I come, Master Jack?”
“Just a bit longer, sub. What are your safe words, Emma?”
“Yellow and chief, Master Jack.”
“Good girl, sweetie.”
Master Jack’s praise gave her the strength to endure for him. She wanted to please him and make him proud of her. Why she needed to do that she wasn’t quite certain, but at that moment it became almost imperative.
As each tendril flicked against her skin, more and more endorphins released into her bloodstream until Emma felt like she was floating on a cloud. She was only aware of Master Jack as he played her body. And then more hands touched her. Master Gary moved in close to her back, his jeans slightly abrasive against her hot ass, and Master Tank moved in at her side until he, too, was touching her. Large, warm hands cupped and lifted her breasts. Fingers pinched one nipple while the other was encased in a warm, wet mouth and suckled hard. The thing hitting her moved down her front, lower and lower until it was tapping against her mound.
“Come for me, Emma,” Master Jack demanded in a raspy voice.
The thing hit right between her legs, catching her engorged, achy clit. Emma was only vaguely aware of throwing her head back and bumping it against Master Gary’s chest as she screamed with pleasure. Her pussy clamped and released, forcing fluid out onto her thighs. Another tap landed on her clit and Emma cried out as her body was swept away in a maelstrom of rapture. The climax was so great that her knees buckled, and she shook and shuddered with nirvana. Never in her life had she experienced such ecstasy.
The trembling finally slowed, and she became aware of firm arms holding her up so she wouldn’t hurt her arms and wrists. Then someone’s hands were at her wrists and ankles as she was released from the restraints.
They massaged her shoulder joints as her arms were slowly lowered down next to her sides. Something soft and warm was wrapped around her body, and then someone removed the blindfold. Emma kept her eyes closed as she basked in satiation, not wanting to face the stark light of reality just yet. She was lifted up into strong arms and carried. The gentle rocking motion was soothing, and she rested her head on Master Tank’s shoulder. The movement stopped, and then she was embraced in heat and comfort as Master Tank cuddled her on his lap.
Masters Jack and Gary were sitting on either side of her, running their hands up and down her arms and legs as Master Tank soothed her. Emma felt loved and cherished, and she wanted to continue to bask in their attention. But slowly the noises of the club began to penetrate her foggy mind and she remembered why she was here.
When she opened her eyes, her men were watching her intently. She took a quick glance around and saw that they were sitting in one of the semi-secluded seating areas. Master Jack clasped her hand, raised it to his mouth, and kissed the back of it. “How are you feeling, sweetie?”
“I–I…” Emma sighed because she couldn’t think enough to answer.
“That good, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Master Gary handed her an open bottle of water. “Drink, Emma. You need to keep hydrated.”
Emma took the bottle and drank deeply. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until the first sip. Before she knew it, half the water was gone.
“That’s my girl.” Master Tank kissed the top of her head and rubbed his cheek over her hair.
“Now that you’ve experienced your first real foray into BDSM, what do you think, Emma?” Master Gary took the bottled water from her hand and placed it on the small table in front of the sofa.
“I want to try more.” She answered without hesitation.
“We’re glad you liked it, baby. Don’t you worry, there is so much more we have yet to show you. Do you want to stay and watch for a while, or would you like to go home?”
“Can we stay for a bit?”
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�Sure we can, darlin’. If you have any questions about what you see, just ask, okay?” Master Tank squeezed her waist.
“Okay, Master.”
Emma watched as subs walked behind their Doms. One poor woman had a collar around her throat with a leash attached to it. The Dom was leading her along, but she was crawling along on her hands and knees. She felt sorry for the poor woman and hoped she never pissed her men off enough to make her do that. Emma was just about to ask why a Dom would treat her sub that way when a ruckus across the other side of the room caught her attention. Masters Gary and Jack immediately rose to their feet and headed toward the commotion.
“Will you be all right here by yourself for a moment, darlin’? It looks like they could use my help.” Master Tank lifted her onto the cushion beside him.
“I’ll be fine, Master.”
He turned and gave her a stern look. “Don’t move from that spot, little sub.”
“I won’t, Master Tank. I promise.”
“Such a good little sub.” Master Tank stroked her hair and then hurried over to the other side of the room.
Emma couldn’t really see what was happening, but from the tall, angry man yelling, it didn’t look good. She settled back into the corner of the sofa and looked about while she waited for her men to come back for her.
A noise behind the tall screen off to her right caused her to turn her head. A man she had never seen before leered at her. Emma recoiled. He leaned forward, reaching for her, and the light shone off his bald head. Wait, I have seen him before! She recognized him from the club on her first day here. She’d even spoken to him face-to-face at the house when he delivered some papers for Gary. Before she could figure out why he was here, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to an awkward angle. Emma drew breath to yell for help but a white cloth covered her mouth and nose. She gasped in fear. A sickly sweet smell assailed her nostrils, and she began to feel light-headed. Her vision blurred, and she felt her body slumping toward the ground. The cloth was removed from her face, and then arms lifted her up. She was being carried toward an emergency exit door nearby.
