by Dee Voyse
Chapter 3
The day had gone by rather quickly, much to Laura’s relief. She found it strange that she had been granted leniency from her house duties, but figured that what she was lacking in work during the day would be made up for in spades that night. She had even been so lucky to be allowed up on the furniture to watch her favorite television show while Martin and Dianne lounged around the house, taking care of odds and ends and, unbeknownst to Laura, setting up for the evening.
“Come upstairs, girl!” shouted Martin from the bedroom up above.
Laura immediately clicked off the TV and scampered up to meet Martin and Dianne. The clock had just struck, indicating that it was half past nine in the evening. She knew that her time was drawing near and was anxious to get ready to leave for the club.
Laura stood in the doorway of the master bedroom and gazed at the sight before her. Martin was clad in a smart black suit and Dianne in a low-cut, backless red dress that hugged her curves so well that Laura was almost drooling at the sight. On the bed was a set of black leather cuffs lined in a dark purple fur, a short leather skirt, a sheer black crop top, and a set of purple lace lingerie. Next to this lay a pair of purple fishnet stockings, and a garter belt to match the underwear and, on the floor, were a pair of daring black patent leather pumps with buckles around the ankles.
“I think it is time that you get ready, darling,” said Martin, his voice dripping with a sound of sweetness that only matched the fantastical breakfast in which they had indulged hours ago.
“Yes, sir,” Laura replied.
“I will help you with your hair and makeup,” said Dianne, walking over to Laura and brushing a lock of hair from her face.
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.” Laura said, excited beyond belief for the little makeover adventure she was about to have at the hands of her mistress.
Dianne always looked like a knockout and Laura wanted nothing more than the ability to mimic her style and talent at dressing elegantly. Her mistress had never offered to beautify her before and this gesture let Laura know that the night was indeed a special one.
Martin winked at Dianne and said, “Well, I think I will let you ladies get to it. Just don’t take too long, now.”
Dianne picked up the pair of flimsy panties and held them in front of Laura’s face, letting them dangle in the air.
“You know these won’t be on for too long, right slut?” she said, with a giggle.
Laura blushed and nodded, replying, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good,” said Dianne, “Put them on.”
she handed the garment to Laura who gestured to the bed and looked at Dianne.
“Yes, girl, you may sit.” said her mistress.
Laura could barely believe what she was being allowed to do. First the couch and now the bed? She smiled to herself, knowing that she truly must have done well to impress her owners and wanted to be sure to maintain this level of service at all times. She slowly pulled the panties over her legs and up to her hips, standing up and looking over at Dianne for approval. Dianne simply smiled and waved her hand, indicating that Laura was to continue.
Next came the brassiere, which pushed her breasts up and created a look of dramatic cleavage that Laura was not used to. She liked the look and feel of it and was glad that her sheer crop top would allow her to show those assets off to strangers at the dungeon. She rolled each stocking up her leg and then hooked the garter belt around her waist and set about attaching each of the four clips to the fishnets. She struggled with her back left one and looked over her shoulder at Dianne for assistance. To Laura’s surprise, Dianne got down on her knees and easily hooked the garter into place. She had never seen her mistress in such a position on the floor and she felt a rush as Dianne’s hand grazed her thighs and playfully snapped the garter strap to “check” it. Laura pulled on the skirt and top and slipped her feet into the heels, buckling the ankle straps and attempting to maintain her balance. Dianne picked up the handcuffs and Laura held out her hands. Her mistress secured each soft cuff into place and then tugged at the ring that lay in the middle of Laura’s collar. She led her slave over to the vanity to sit. Laura looked in the mirror and smiled. It was not the outfit that made her feel beautiful, but rather the extra kindness that she was being shown on such a momentous evening.
With the hand of a skillful artist, Dianne expertly coiffed Laura’s hair and made up her face. When she was finished, Laura almost did not recognize herself in the mirror.
“Beautiful,” Dianne whispered into her ear, “but let’s see if we can’t make that mascara run by the end of the night?”
Laura could only hope to be so lucky.
Chapter 4
The ladies were greeted at the bottom of the steps by a sharply dressed Martin. He offered Dianne his hand and led her out the door, allowing Laura to follow a few paces behind as was protocol in their household.
Laura locked the door behind them and the trio got into the car. The drive was relatively short, but it seemed to take forever to Laura. She did not see the toy bags that Martin had packed in the trunk earlier and wondered just exactly what was going to happen. She had plenty of ideas of what she wanted to do and have done to her, but she knew that this was entirely out of her hands. She had happily surrendered control and trusted her owners with her life. Whatever was to be that night, would be and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
They parked and emerged from the car into a comfortable spring evening. A slight breeze ruffled Laura’s tiny top and her nipples stood at attention behind the lacy shields of her bra. Martin and Dianne began to unload the trunk and Laura finally began to come face-to-face with her fate which was to unfold that night. All she could really see were the birch canes sticking out of the zippered duffle bag, but that was enough to send a chill up her spine. Her ass clenched up out of habit and Martin saw the nervous look in her eyes.
“Don’t you worry, slave. We will take care of you and give you exactly what you deserve. Is that understood?” he said.
Laura looked down at her feet and then back up to Martin.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
Martin handed her the heavy duffel bag and she shuffled through the parking lot behind her master and mistress, tempted to shake the bag like a child on Christmas day to try and find out what her “presents” were.
They walked to the door and a man in a long grey trench coat opened the door for them and ushered them into the lobby where they signed the appropriate waivers and payed cover.
“We’ve been expecting you,” said the girl at the front desk.
Laura wasn’t sure what that meant but Martin and Dianne did. They had arranged everything and the night was already set to go off without a hitch.
They walked into the main room and Laura stared, awe-struck, at the sight of the room that had been arranged with her scene especially in mind. She had been to Club Pain a handful of times prior to that night, but it had never looked as beautiful to her as it did right then. The walls blushed a deep crimson with black moulding and trim. There were lavish candelabras around the corners of the room all lit up and illuminating various pieces of BDSM equipment. Laura looked over at a particular St. Andrew’s Cross and shuddered, remembering the last time she’d been caned in public. She clutched the toy-laden duffle bag tightly and wondered if her bottom was meant to meet a similar fate that night. She looked all around the room until her eyes caught sight of the raised table with a cage underneath it that sat in the dead center of the room. The table was covered in padded leather and the edges were surrounded by bolted in metal rings presumably for rope rigging. Laura looked over at Martin and Dianne who were smiling at the sight of their astounded sub.
Martin nodded at Laura and spoke, “Yes, girl. We will be fucking you right there.”
Laura could already feel herself getting wet with anticipation. She co
uld not wait to have her moment in the spotlight.
Chapter 5
The room was buzzing with people doing their own scenes and socializing out of the way, but the empty table in the center of the room sat untouched, waiting to be graced by Laura’s presence. That was, however, still a ways away for the eager submissive.
“I think you need a little warm up first, girl. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” said Martin.
Laura struggled not to pout and instead ended up nodding silently. Dianne saw this and reached behind Laura’s head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and leaning in close.
“You will be obedient and listen to us. You may have gotten this far, yes, but you still have to earn your fucking, slut.”
Laura’s blood ran cold and she shrunk down to the size of an ant in her mind.
“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered.
“What was that?” growled Martin.
“Yes, ma’am,” Laura said again, significantly louder.
“Good girl,” said Dianne, releasing her grasp on Laura’s hair.
“Take the bag over to that spanking horse,” said Martin, “I want you to sit on it, with your hands behind your head, and then wait for further instruction.”
Laura dutifully walked over to the bench, laid the duffle bag down gently, and climbed atop the bench. She put her cuffed hands behind her head and looked out at the crowded room. Some people’s interest had already been peaked and they were looking over in Laura’s general direction. Others were still content with their occupations and carried on. Laura was breathing heavily, realizing just then how nervous she really was. Her nipples remained rock hard and her pussy was nice and slick. She couldn’t wait to ditch her admittedly beautiful outfit and bare herself in front of all of those people. Martin and Dianne were over at the bar, each grabbing a glass of tonic water over ice. The walked up to their waiting submissive and looked her up and down. They looked at each other and then back at Laura.
“Hmmm... I say we give this little bitch a nice hard spanking,” said Martin, “What do you think, dear?”
“I think she certainly deserves it,” said Dianne, with a smirk.
“Climb off of there for a moment and lose the skirt,” Martin instructed, “And you may put your arms down, of course,” he said with a smile.
She did as she was told and folded the skirt nicely, placing it atop the duffle bag. The chilly air hit her nearly bare bottom and she felt herself shiver.
“Back up. Now. And lie face down,” Martin said.
She did not need to be told any more as she quickly snapped to attention and assumed the position that she had been given. She held on to the leather bench and rested her head to the side. Her ass was almost entirely exposed save for the tiny pair of purple lace panties that she had on. The straps of her garter belt were taut against her thighs and her fishnets and heels looked stunning in the dungeon light. Her crop top fluttered underneath her as she adjusted herself into an optimal position and her tits grazed the elegant leather padding. She could not contain the smile that was forming along her lips and finally gave in and grinned wide as she felt the first strike land on her right ass cheek.
“You are going to count to twenty five. I want to hear ‘thank you, sir and ma’am after each number. Is that understood?” said Martin, grabbing a handful of her ass.
“Yes, sir. Yes, ma’am,” Laura replied.
“Good girl,” said Dianne, running her fingernails up Laura’s bottom.
Each blow landed with a strength that rivaled the gods up above. True to her word, Laura obediently counted each spank and thanked her owners sincerely for every single one. Once they reached twenty five, her owners took turns rubbing her warm, red ass and comforting their slave.
“Well, your ass is pretty warm now,” said Martin, stroking her bruised flesh, “Let’s see what we can do for that pussy, shall we?” he asked.
Chapter 6
Martin attached a leash to Laura’s collar and Dianne set about cleaning up the leather bench quickly and efficiently. Martin tugged on the leash and Laura got down on all fours.
“Let’s go for a little walk, pet,” said Martin, “and we might just get you a treat.”
Dianne and Martin walked their girl around the dungeon, being sure not to interrupt any scenes in progress. They approached a small group of leather-clad, tattooed men and women. Unbeknownst to Laura, Dianne and Martin were familiar with them. To Laura, however, they were a bunch of strangers.
“Who here would like to play with this lovely young lady?” Martin asked the group.
The group looked at each other and then down at Laura. The scenario had all been pre-arranged, but Laura had absolutely no idea. One of the women bent down and pet her on the head.
“She is gorgeous,” said the tall woman, “I would love to have a turn. In fact, I think I might have a little treat that she might like.”
With that, the woman reached into her purse and produced a pair of shiny silver nipple clamps with a chain that hung between both. She looked over at Martin and Dianne who nodded at her and then back to Laura who was nearly cowering with nervousness at the sight of the sadistic stranger. It was true that she did enjoy nipple clamps, but had never before had anyone place them on her other than her master and mistress. The woman looked at Laura and softly caressed her cheek.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. It will only hurt you for as long as we want it to,” she said with a smile.
Laura’s tense body eased up somewhat at the joke and she sucked in a deep breath, trying to relax, as her small top and bra were removed and each clamp was secured to her hard nipples. The woman looked into Laura’s eyes and tugged at the chain, causing Laura to momentarily lose her balance. She then dropped the chain so that it hung between Laura’s breasts, the weight of it pulling on the clamps and making their presence all the more obvious to Laura.
“Are you ready to get fucked, girl? Or do you think you need to be warmed up a little bit more?” asked Dianne.
Before Laura could muster up the words to beg and plead for the fucking she deserved, Martin cut her off.
“Oh, darling, I think she might need a little more than just a spanking and clamps,” said Martin, tugging at the chain that hung between her breasts.
Dianne smiled at Martin and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
“I believe you are correct,” she replied sweetly, “Down on your knees, girl,” she instructed Laura.
Martin held tightly to Laura’s leash while she knelt down on the floor, the chain connecting her clamps swinging to and fro. She sat on her knees, clad in her lace panties and fishnets, high heels scuffing against the dungeon floor, nipples clamped, cuffed, and collar leashed.
Martin motioned to the group of men and women who had been watching the exchange and said, “Shall we adjourn to the center?” with a raise of his eyebrow.
There were affirmative murmurs and Martin handed the leash to Dianne so she could lead their slave over to the beautiful padded leather table that sat right in the middle of the room, unobstructed. Martin went over and picked up his toy bag and brought it over to the table. Laura knelt at Dianne’s feet, awaiting her next order.
The group surrounded the table and Martin approached the kneeling Laura.
“Let’s get you up on that table. I think the crowd would like you to demonstrate your skills before giving you your reward. What do you say?” he said to her.
“Yes, sir. I would be happy to be your slut on display,” she replied with a gleam in her eye.
Chapter 7
Laura climbed up onto the table and lie on her back much to the dismay of her owners. Dianne walked up behind Laura’s head and towered over her.
“What do you think you’re doing, slut?” she said to Laura.
“I’m-I...I don’t know ma’am,” said Laura
, realizing that she had been far too presumptuous.
“I believe we told you to show off, not lie there like a lazy bitch,” said Martin in a harsh tone.
Laura was flabbergasted and truly embarrassed. It was not like her to be so careless, but she was so excited, her body got the better of her.
“Up on all fours now. Don’t make me say it again,” barked Martin.
Laura immediately complied and groaned silently as she felt the weight of the clamps hanging from her increasingly sore nipples.
“Pull your panties down around your legs and spread those ass cheeks for us. We want to give you a little inspection,” said Dianne, grabbing the leash that hung from Laura’s collar and removing it.
Laura repositioned herself, pulled down her panties so that they hung around her thighs, and reached behind her to spread her reddened rear wide for the entire room to see. It was then that she noticed the rest of the room falling silent and all eyes turning to face the spectacle of her on the table.
Martin motioned to the lady who had place the clamps on Laura earlier and she walked around the table to face Laura’s backside.
“Such a pretty little ass she’s got there. I wonder what we might be able to fit up there later?” said the lady to Martin and Dianne.
Laura blushed at the thought. An anal insertion in public certainly wasn’t out of the question. She just didn’t expect talk of it so soon.
The lady grabbed Laura’s behind and dug her nails into the supple flesh. She teased Laura’s asshole with one finger and Laura shivered, causing the clamps to jiggle with her body.
