Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set

by Lexi Cross

  “Sir, please, I need...” her voice trembled and wavered off as the unbearable heat in her pussy distracted her from her own words.

  “Do you need to cum, darling? Does your pussy need relief?” He was taunting her, in the most delicious way imaginable.

  “Yessss...please...I need it; I need to cum,” she begged breathlessly,

  He looked at her, his eyes changing, darkening further. She waited for the feeling, her desire swelling and bubbling over, she could only take it for so long, and her breaking point was getting close; she felt weak and vulnerable, still in the most desperate need to get relief for her aching clit.

  He grabbed her head, forcefully and pushed his tongue into her mouth, covering her lips with his and kissing her in the deepest, most exquisite way. His hands moved down her body, studying her form in the dim light of the back seat, feeling the tightness of the corset on her already petite frame.

  She had almost forgotten about her own want of an orgasm when the vibration started again; he didn’t let go of her and continued to use his tongue to explore and consume her mouth.

  She was shaking, finding it hard to concentrate on kissing with the rhythmic pulsing in her pussy starting up again.

  “ohhh....please stop, I can’t take this,” she pleaded, trying to ignore the relentless pulsing that was driving her to the egde.

  Helena’s body was betraying her, dancing to the tune he played no matter what her mind said. She had lost all modesty somewhere in the course of the evening, and

  “Cum for me, Helena...”

  He broke contact with her lips only long enough to give the permission she had been seeking for what seemed like an eternity. He moved one hand up her skirt, but rested it on the outside of her panties, the heat from his touch was incredible and she needed to feel more.

  She had been so engrossed in his demands and he pleasure it was only now that she noticed the driver, Crystal, watching through the still-open window which separated the drivers area from the back of the car. She was a little embarrassed about showing such a raw and vulnerable side of herself in front of a perfect stranger, a woman at that, but the idea of it was also more of a turn on than she’d ever thought possible.

  It was too late to stop now, and she pushed her engorged clit and dripping slit closer to his hand, feeling him place his palm firmly over the panty’s crotch. Mindlessly, she bucked and ground her pussy against him, feeling the fullness of the plug inside her, and gave in as a tide of intense heat washed over her.

  The pressure from his hand was all she had needed to be pushed over the edge, and she exploded in a way she had never before, gasping for air as he kissed her and squeezed a little on her pussy, forcing every last bit of welled up desire to spill out of her and drip down his hand. She could smell the dizzying scent of her juices, and his physical hold on her subsided, along with the pulses of the device inside her. She exhaled for the first time in a while, her breath ragged and shaky.

  He looked down at her, with the slightest hint of a smile.

  “You’ve made quite a mess here, sweetheart.” His hand was still slick with her wetness, and the scent was unmistakably one of sex.

  “Clean it off”

  He held his fingers up to her lips, they were absolutely drenched in her scent.

  She had never really tasted her own pussy, but the smell was quite sexy to her and she wanted so much to please him. She hesitated a little, then sucked them into her mouth, tasting the sweet, slightly acrid taste of her own pussy on his thick fingers. She swirled her tongue around his fingers and sucked on them deeply, intending to show off her expertise at sucking, that she hoped he would make use of later.

  He retracted his hands once she had removed all traces of herself with her mouth and began reaching into his pocket. She heard the sound of metal jingling and looked in his hand to see five small locks.

  Aha! There was a purpose to the rings after all, she thought to herself, she hadn’t wanted to ask for fear of looking even more inexperienced than she was in this scene.

  “You have pleased your Master” he smiled as he spoke the words she had ached to hear for most of her adult life.

  A swell of contentment washed over her, the afterglow of her long awaited orgasm mingling with the delirium she felt hearing his words. He was her Master. No, she was his willing slave.

  He motioned for her to put her foot on the seat beside him and readied the locks. Two on each of her shoes, and the final one would be placed on her collar. He leaned close to her and looked clasped her hands firmly between his.

  “Now you shall belong to me, and me alone. Should you wish to return to your normal life you may request it once and only once, at which time I will release you. When we are in public, you are my equal, in fact I will treat you better than an equal. But in private you will be my property; my princess or my whore depending on my wishes. Is this agreeable to you?”

  It was the most she had ever heard him say, and it took her a moment to digest it all. Her mind was spinning, dizzy with both desire for him and fear that she was getting into something so far beyond her usual life.

  She bowed her head a little and nodded.

  “Yes, I accept.”

  He held up the final lock, the most meaningful one of all, that would bind her to him as long as he would keep her. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the forehead, and pushed her hair back to fully expose the steel collar that accentuated her neck so well. She drew a breath and waited for him to lock her up.

  The lock gave a satisfying click as he latched it firmly into place, securing the collar the way it had always meant to be worn. Now she was his property, to do whatever he pleased with, for as long as he would have her.

  “I am going to remove your panties, I have other plans for your holes.”

  Holes? Plural? She wanted to tell him of her distaste for anal sex, but thought the better of it. It was not her choice anymore, she had given up her free will when the final lock had been closed on her collar. She had no keys, and no idea if he had brought them or left them somewhere else, with the intentions of bringing her there.

  She stood as much as the limo would allow and he hiked her skirt up, exposing her stocking tops and pale thighs. His bare hands on her skin brought a rush of pleasure back, and she luxuriated in his powerful grip.

  He slipped his finger under the waistband and gently slid them down a little, the plugs still anchored deep inside her.

  “Take a deep breath and then exhale slowly”

  She did as he asked and felt the plugs shifting for the first time in what seemed like hours. It had only been about 45 minutes, but being double stuffed wasn’t a feeling she had ever known, and the strangeness of being stretched open and filled at the same time was an odd sensation to say the least.

  “Gah, ohhh...” she whimpered as he slowly retracted the plugs, her asshole twitching as the strange device was removed. With a final involuntary moan, she felt the plugs slide out completely and her sphincter relax as the outlandish panties were finally removed.

  He looked at her for a long moment, and she realized she was standing naked from the waist down, save for her shoes and stockings, before a man she had never met before tonight. Moreover, she’d had a violent and crushing orgasm in front of him, induced by him, right in front of a woman who she had also never met. Unaccustomed to such behaviour, she felt a pain of embarrassment in her mind, sharply contrasted by the returning raw desire she could feel coming from somewhere deeper.

  “Look at that, we’re here.”

  He pointed ahead to a large building with no external indication of what was inside. It looked like a warehouse in the middle of an industrial park, the only sign of activity was the large amount of cars, mostly expensive, scattered up and down the surrounding streets. He pulled her skirt back down and smoothed her hair before giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

  “Time for some fun.”

  He smiled wickedly, and she wondered to herself what kind of fun h
e was planning for her.

  By the time they pulled up, there was already a line up of people dressed in a range of costumes she had never thought existed. Sexed up versions of famous fairytale princesses, beautiful Dominas decked out in full leather and latex, gothed out club kids and a few very straight looking people. Probably the freakiest of all, she mused silently, reflecting on her own deep seated desires usually hidden beneath her demure office wardrobe.

  The driver hopped out and opened the door for them, he motioned with his hand for her to step out, and she did so, surveying the crowd of wild, exotic people.

  He took her hand and led her past the lineup, nodding to a very large man---bouncer she assumed---decked out in leather pants and a chest harness, covered almost completely in colorful tattoos. The man nodded back and lifted the rope holding back the long line, and they shuffled through the crowded door of the club as the heavy bass pounded from inside. Helena knew the limo ride was only a prelude to what was to come for the rest of the night. She took a deep breath and prepared to start her new life.

  Obsession

  The club was obscenely loud, overflowing with people already and it was barely 11pm. Helena had never garnered up the nerve to visit the club, but had seen plenty of photos online of the wild parties and bizarre costumes; and so far it was living up to her hopes.

  The main floor was packed; full of costumed kinksters on the dance floor, a formidable group surrounding the bar and three stages with different shows already underway. Beautiful slave girls in topless maid uniforms served drinks, and waited on the Masters and Mistresses hand and foot. It was larger than she’d imagined, two massive wrought iron staircases on either side leading to, she could only assume, the private areas of the club she’d heard quite a bit less about.

  And now, after years of curiosity, she was here. Not just here, but here with Aiden; the man she hoped would be her first true Master. It was their first meeting in person after months of chatting online, and the excitement her first visit to an S+M club was overshadowed only by the fact that he was here with her, and she wore the collar he’d locked onto her during their drive over.

  “This way,” Aiden took her hand, leading her through the sea of people; she’d never seen so many incredible outfits, amazing people and extravagance in one place, it was absolutely overwhelming and she couldn’t believe she was finally here. After a couple of drinks, Aiden suggested they check out some of the stage shows, which Helena had been dying to do ever since seeing photos of the exotic demonstrations.

  “So what do you think of the place so far?” Aiden asked as they approached the stage; it was obvious from the amount of people he seemed to know that he was a regular visitor.

  “It’s incredible, Sir;” she marvelled, “I wish I’d had the nerve to come here a long time ago---although it wouldn’t be the same if I wasn’t here with you.”

  His dark eyes glimmered and he showed the slightest hint of a smile.

  “I’m glad to hear that Helena, I think you’re going to have a very memorable time,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to toy with the lock around her neck, “and I think you are going to make a lovely slave.”

  Slave. She couldn’t remember a time when the idea of being the servant and plaything of a strong, dominant man hadn’t been an obsession of hers, and how long she had waited for any of the foolish men in her life to pick up on it. They never seemed to, but Aiden knew; he understood her deepest desires.

  On stage, a delicate redhead dangled precariously from intricate ropework, completely naked and helpless to avoid her Master’s quick hands as doled out a severe spanking. She looked beautiful, almost serene in her distress, and Helena couldn’t help but imagine what the pretty girl must be feeling; exposed and vulnerable in front of so many people.

  Helena watched, fascinated as the pretty slave girl’s backside turned more crimson with every blow; she could almost feel the sharp licks on her own bottom, and felt herself stir a little with every strike. She’d never had any form of physical punishment, but was finding herself incredibly aroused at the sight of it and watching the girl twist under the careful hand of her Master had Helena wondering what it would be like to be in the same situation, with Aiden spanking her delicate flesh.

  “So what do you think of the show?”

  She realized he was looking at her, and wondered how long she had been staring at the spectacle on stage. Red faced, she looked at him, trying to steady her breathing.

  “It’s...amazing, Sir---thank you for bringing me.”

  Helena tried to maintain a cool exterior, but could feel her heart thumping in her chest as he looked at her, and she knew he could sense her arousal; he could probably smell the juices dripping out of her.

  “I suppose I should give you more of a tour,” Aiden said suddenly, taking her hand, “come with me, I’ll show you more of the place.”

  Helena followed him up the ornate staircase to another floor, much quieter and less crowded than it was downstairs. It looked like the dungeons she had seen in photos with strange benches, tables and harnesses designed for every wicked purpose imaginable. Helena’s mind was racing, looking at the various straps and paddles dangling on the walls, the thought of him using them on her had her skin tingling in anticipation.

  “I saw the way you were watching that girl,” he began “imagining what it would be like to be in her position?”

  He squeezed her ass playfully, turning her away from him to face one of the small, padded benches.

  “I um...yes Sir; but I don’t think I could do it here,” she gasped, “with so many people, I just couldn’t!”

  Helena was flushed with embarrassment, she knew he was going to make her do it, he’d brought her up here for a reason. She hated the feeling of anyone staring at her, and was mortified at the idea, especially if she was to be undressed!

  He put his hands up to her face, locking his eyes with hers; his dark eyes piercing even in the dull light of the room.

  “Of course you can---it’s just me and you.”

  He spoke with such certainty she could almost believe it and the strangers nearby seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them under the dim, flickering light.

  Helena sighed; she was reluctant to be so brazenly displayed, but her desire to please him, to belong to him and obey his wishes outweighed her typical modesty, and she began to relax, closing her eyes to block out the shadowy figures in the background.

  Finally, his hands were on her, running up her waistline to her throat, sending shivers of delight through her body, her heart pounding against the constricting fit of her corset. He unzipped the back of the skintight latex skirt, peeling it slowly from her sweat dampened skin. He’d already taken her panties during the drive over and she could feel the warm air on her pussy, exposed and raw in from of him and a room full of strangers she was trying to forget about.

  “You’ve been looking forward to this moment all night, haven’t you? Perhaps much longer even?”

  “Yes Sir, I...yes.” she admitted quietly, not knowing what else to say. She’d wanted to be spanked since she could remember, and after tonight she couldn’t wait for him to be the first one to do it.

  “Sir? What are you going to do to me?” She asked breathlessly, already suspicious of his intentions.

  “Well Helena, first I’m going to spank this beautiful ass of yours,” he began, gently pushing her forward onto the padded wooden bench, “I want to see how well you take to some light discipline.”

  Her breathing quickened, she had longed to feel his strong hand on her backside since the moment they’d met, her skin felt alive with sensation, waiting eagerly for the discipline she’d craved for so long.

  He fastened her wrists to a set of restraints dangling from the front, forcing her ass to stick up in the air salaciously, begging to be tormented for the very first time.

  “I want you to count each one out...” Aiden instructed, “we’ll see if you can get to ten fo
r now.”

  He walked around her, studying her exquisite figure as she lay draped over the bench, her pale, unblemished derriere a ripe target for his hand.

  The feeling of having her hands restrained was new, strange to her. Helena buried her face in the padding on the bench, unsure of what to expect or when he was going to do it. She tried to focus on the music pounding in the background, preparing herself as much as possible for a feeling she’d never experienced; a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her body.

  The first one came suddenly, a stinging slap to her pristine flesh that caused her milky skin to blush, turning a soft shade of pink where this hand had struck her, awakening her senses in a more cruel and exquisite way than she’d ever thought possible.

  The shock of it startled her, she’d never really been spanked before. Not as a child, as far as she could remember; and never in the bedroom. It hurt more than she expected, and she let out a loud yelp, completely forgetting his instructions.

  “You’d better start counting or we could be here a long time,” Aiden snapped, reinforcing his words with another wicked slap to her right ass cheek; leaving his crimson handprint behind.

  A rush of pleasure surged through her, overwhelming her shyness and snapping her out of the surreal daze she was in.

  “Yes, Sir...One!” she declared, the searing heat on her backside still vivid in her mind. It was different than she’d thought, decidedly more painful but all the more delicious. She gritted her teeth, readying herself for his next assault.

  “Two!”

  The next blow came stronger than the others, a merciless crack across the backs of her thighs that sent a shock of pain up her legs, making her all too aware of the slow hunger beginning to build up in her neglected pussy, exposed for the whole room to see. She was ashamed to think of all the people who could see her so intimately, could perhaps even smell her arousal as clearly as she could.