Seduced (London Kink Club)

by Kate Allure

  Further, with their masks removed—the figurative, if not the tangible ones—they would truly be able to get to know one another rather than hiding who they were inside, and that prospect filled her with joy.

  “Ms. Candi, you look absolutely stunning. You’re glowing.” Miss Devine indicated to Tori to sit on the divan, and she moved to join her there.

  Tori beamed. “Thank you. I feel transformed. And I’m looking forward to more transforming tonight.” She winked at Miss Devine.

  “I’m glad to hear you say that. We’ve a somewhat unusual request for this evening, and I wanted to check in with you before we proceed.”

  She sat up straighter on the divan. “Really. What is it?”

  “To clarify, it’s not that this is an unusual experience here at Club Exotica. We perform the service a few times a year, but it is unusual to provide it for a guest.”

  “Oh?” Curiosity piqued, she wanted Miss Devine to get to the point.

  “Before we discuss tonight’s fun, I’d like to ask if you would consider officially joining our little band of merry men and women? We have enjoyed having you as a guest, but it’s policy that after a few visits, sponsored guests consider transitioning to full member status.”

  Tori had known this was coming, but realizing she needed to make a decision this soon jolted her. Did she really want to come here regularly, or was it enough that she had found Ian and could play with him in the privacy of their flats? The cost, which she still didn’t know but guessed was exorbitant, provided another obstacle to becoming a member.

  Miss Devine made an “it’s okay” gesture with her hands when Tori hesitated. “You don’t need to make decision tonight. But I want to assure you, as membership committee chair, your application would be approved. It goes without saying that your connections here in the club are impressive, but, also, your own status as a prominent judge, a position I understand you earned from hard work and determination, further recommends you.”

  Miss Devine’s use of the plural in regard to her connections gave her pause, and she had to think for a moment. Of course, Diana was a peer, but Ian must also be included on the list since he, too, carried noble blood.

  “Well, thank you…very much. I am intrigued by this place and will seriously consider it. However, right now I believe someone is waiting for me?”

  “Yes. Let’s not keep him waiting.” This time it was Miss Devine who winked. “I guess you’re wondering about the surprise that has been arranged for this evening’s entertainment?”

  Tori nodded.

  Gesturing for her to remain seated, the house manager rose and walked over to a cabinet.

  Arousal curled low in Tori’s belly, knowing Ian had planned something deliciously wicked to please her. Absentmindedly, she patted her handbag, the collar he’d given her waiting inside.

  Earlier, she had considered putting it on herself, but she wanted to do it right. To kneel down before him, naked and submissive, and let him collar her. But first, she anticipated he’d want a little turnabout’s-fair-play, and she looked forward to it as much as she’d enjoyed playing Dominatrix.

  She now understood she liked it both ways—meting it out and taking her strokes, too. There must be a word for a such a person.

  Suddenly another thought occurred to her. Would he spank her to get even? Her pelvis clenched, her arousal jumping leagues.

  Yep, I want that, too. She stifled a smile.

  Miss Devine returned and sat down. She held a blindfold and a red silk ribbon that matched Tori’s scarlet lingerie that was teasingly revealed through the nearly sheer black negligée. “As I said, this level of play is usually reserved to full members, but given the status of your friend, we are making an exception. Tonight, your sponsor has reserved the Big Game Hunting Suite for an overnight stay. Your private playroom is fully equipped with every type of equipment or toy offered here at Club Exotica.”

  Tori was unable to stop herself from grinning. Images of Ian and her “playing” consumed her mind, and she found it hard to pay attention to the rest of what the house manager said. Tori wanted to try out everything, to do everything. Already her body responded, grew heated, just knowing he was waiting for her.

  “Ms. Candi?”

  “What? Oh, I’m sorry. You were saying?”

  “It’s fine, dear. You’re going to have a lovely time. We’ll make sure of it.” Miss Devine patted her shoulder. “Now, please give me your hands.”

  “What?”

  Miss Devine looked her over, carefully. “You didn’t hear me at all, did you?”

  Sheepishly, Tori shook her head.

  “Please pay attention, because we cannot proceed without your consent.”

  Tori nodded and tried to look alert.

  “Designed to provide a higher level of edge play, the suite is fully soundproof and secure, so you’ll be at the mercy of your lover. Of course, nothing bad has ever happened there, because house rules state membership would be revoked for physically harming a sub or for ignoring a safe word. But the feeling that you’re isolated and alone adds to the titillation. Do you understand?”

  Tori nodded, her excitement escalating.

  “The other part of this unique experience is what we like to call the Slave Parade. This is often requested for events such as collaring ceremonies or when a sub is being given to a new master. Once, it was even used before a marriage proposal.” Miss Devine gestured to Tori’s skimpy red lingerie. “Your outfit, by the way, is perfect. Everyone will love it.”

  Alarm washed through Tori. “Everyone? What is the Slave Parade?”

  “You’re blindfolded and your hands are tied. Then you’re delivered reclining on a litter to your lover, as if you’re a newly purchased slave or a present. I’ll need your verbal consent once William returns to be a witness.”

  “I’ll be carried through the club in front of everyone!” Tori’s voice rose to a high pitch, along with her alarm.

  “That is the usual method, so you aren’t injured trying to walk blindfolded.” Miss Devine smiled again, but this time a faraway look softened her eyes. “It’s erotic. Being carried up high on a chaise on display before all the members. Knowing their eyes are on you, but unable to see who is observing you.”

  Tori’s eyes narrowed at the other woman. “You’ve done it yourself. I can see it on your face.”

  Miss Devine just smiled. “Is there anything you need to do before we begin?”

  “No. I’m ready.”

  Miss Devine pressed a button, and the doorman came in. Following what seemed to be a standard script, she requested Tori’s verbal consent before the witness.

  “Yes, I give my consent to participating as a submissive in the Slave Parade and to being delivered to the Big Game Hunting Suite for a night of slave service.”

  Miss Devine nodded, and William departed. “Now, please hold out your hands.”

  She quickly secured Tori’s wrists together with the silk ties, but when the house manager placed a blindfold over her eyes, Tori’s utter vulnerability about what was to come hit her. Suddenly, she understood why this was considered such a wicked and daring experience. Even though Ian waited for her, it felt a thousand times more scandalous to be delivered to him as a slave unable to see who watched her being paraded by or to see what her “owner” planned to do to her once she arrived.

  It was Tori’s turn to demonstrate that she trusted him. With his many presents, he’d demonstrated his deep desire to be with her, and today he’d given her the ultimate gift, trusting her with complete control over him. A master game player, Ian was now paying her back on a scale surpassing anything she could have imagined.

  She trembled, fissures of fear skittering down her back.

  “Are you cold, Ms. Candi?” Concern tinged Miss Devine’s tone.

  “No. Just excited. And a bit nervous.”

  “I hope you enjoy your special evening with your handsome man. Are you ready now?”

  “Yes, I am.”


  She heard the double doors being opened and the weighted footsteps of big men entering. Something heavy was placed on the floor.

  Miss Devine guided a bound and blindfolded Tori to the litter and helped her to settle into an elegant reclining pose. The cushions felt soft but firm, and she reached out with her bound hands to finger the rich satin.

  “You look perfect,” Miss Devine said encouragingly. “Gentlemen, you may begin.”

  Tori swayed as the litter was lifted—up, up, up—into the air. She sensed it was very high, maybe over the men’s heads. She wondered how many men carried her. The litter tilted slightly, making her tip dangerously, before settling into a more stable position.

  It began to move as the same heavy feet began to walk. They proceeded into the Serengeti, and music filled the air along with the hushed sounds of members conversing.

  Tori stiffened. There might be people already staring at her. But the back-and-forth rocking of the litter as it progressed forward, so incredibly old-world and romantic, soothed her.

  Distantly, a gong sounded, and all talking ceased.

  Was that for her?

  The ringing peal repeated, and the murmuring and shuffling of many patrons grew noisy as the unseen throng closed in around the litter. Bystanders commented about her as if she were a real slave on her way from an auction to her new owner. She became property, a commodity valued only for what benefit she could provide the owner.

  “What a beauty! Now there’s something I’d happily buy,” said a man to her left.

  A nearby woman laughed. “Yes, but you already have me, and I’m all you can handle.”

  Another female voice called out, “I hope you’ve had your sleep, because I know from experience, you’re in for a long night.”

  Laughter and murmurs bubbled all around Tori.

  She sensed they were parading in a circle around the Serengeti, the sounds of more members entering the large space to watch her erotic display making her both more excited and more nervous.

  Murmurs of approval and catcalls followed her like a frothy wake, adding to the sense of spectacle. Deprived of sight, their naughty banter filled the void, becoming almost tangible. It brushed her skin, flowed through her body, and infused her spirit. Combined with the gentle sway of the litter, the highly sensual experience was drugging, relaxing, and arousing at the same time.

  “Slave, blow me a kiss,” urged a man to her right.

  Another asked, “May I touch you? Or buy you?”

  She shook her head, grinning. Giving her voice a sultry lilt, she replied in mock sadness. “I’m sorry, but my owner would never sell me.”

  She smiled graciously in the direction of a man who said, “You are stunning. If you come on the market again, I’ll be first in line.”

  She should be anxious or embarrassed, or at least a little self-conscious, but she wasn’t. The realization both startled and pleased her. Her inner sex goddess had taken over again, and she was having the time of her life.

  A woman teased, “I’d love it if the owner would take the slave to the Animal Training Reserve so we can all watch its ass get spanked.”

  A bawdy chorus of agreement followed, and Tori laughed along with them.

  A masculine voice, she recognized but couldn’t immediately place, crooned, “I’m most pleased to see you’re enjoying the club. If your new lover isn’t enough for you, I’d welcome the chance to entertain you myself. Privately.”

  “Oh, you lucky slave,” squealed a female from the other side. “He doesn’t make that offer—”

  A couple of others joined in to shout, “Ever!”

  It must be the club owner, the one Tori met her first night here. She shivered, remembering the darkly dangerous man. But the new Tori, the brave and urbane femme fatale, couldn’t let his comment go unanswered. She called out in her most sultry voice, “Sorry, Sir, but my man’s never let me down yet. I know him well, so I can say with certainty that…he’ll take me to heights way beyond your capabilities.”

  Raucous laughter filled the hall. She thought, but wasn’t certain, she heard the owner murmur, “Touché.”

  She marveled how expertly the well-trained staff carried her down the stairs. The litter never tipped, even a tiny bit. Her slave parade seemed endless, but it was probably only minutes, and all the while her anticipation and arousal grew, spreading through her body until her entire being, body and soul, became tingly and needy for Ian’s touch.

  Bawdy bonhomie followed her until she was carried into a room that her senses told her was much smaller. The eerie stillness after the rowdy carnival atmosphere changed the aura from merry to mysterious on a heartbeat. She felt a presence waiting for her.

  “Here’s your delivery, Sir.”

  The litter lowered and landed with a slight thump on the floor. Thinking it odd that Ian didn’t say anything, she thanked her deliverymen for the ride.

  “Enjoy your new slave, Sir,” said one, completely ignoring her. Then the door shut.

  Apparently property wasn’t supposed to talk. She swallowed the questions that wanted to bubble out. His silly, bizarre, wondrous game thrilled her.

  It also wracked her nerves. What would happen next?

  Strong, gentle hands guided her up off the litter. While she stood there, he undid the silk ribbons binding her hands. Next, he untied the shoulder bows to her filmy negligée, and it fluttered to the ground around her ankles. All she wore now were her transparent panties and bra.

  A single finger caressed her breast through the lace, and her nipple peaked instantly. Expectation made her lean toward him. He fondled the other one, and she moaned.

  She wanted to ask him what he planned to do to her, but she felt talking would make it pedestrian. Less mysterious. Not wanting to ruin this special moment, she kept her questions to herself, which also ratcheted her titillation ever higher. This was by far the most unique experience of her life. Her pulse pounded—in a good way—and every inch of her exposed flesh tingled with alertness.

  The gentle hands urged her forward. She’d become used to the blindfold covering her eyes while on the litter, but now trying to walk, it overwhelmed her again—surrounding her in blackness in an unfamiliar space.

  He pressed on her lower back, and she took tentative steps in the direction he indicated. After a few feet, he stopped her. A firm pressure on her back guided her down, and she stretched out her hands before her until she met the waiting equipment. Feeling it over—a combination of metal and padded leather—she guessed it was a spanking bench. Brand new, too, based on the strong leather smell.

  Gingerly, she climbed onto it.

  Strong hands adjusted her position, and quickly she found herself restrained face down on the odd piece of furniture. Her wrists were cuffed and secured to armrests and her ankles to footrests. He tightened straps around her thighs and lower back. Within minutes, she could barely move an inch.

  Draped over the bench, her ass high in the air and her thighs forced open, she felt completely exposed. He would be able to touch her body any way he wanted, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. Wildly erotic and wicked, she was at the complete mercy of a man who clearly wanted his revenge games. Excitement fluttered in her belly and her sex clenched, the edgy thrill equal parts anticipation and fear.

  Again she almost broke the silence—but this time to urge him to hurry. Raw, toe-curling lust made her antsy. And crazy. She needed him now!

  Warm hands gently caressed the length of her body. She tingled everywhere he trailed his fingers, from her shoulders and down her back, across her buttocks, and finally down the backs of her thighs and calves.

  She murmured her appreciation. “Mmm.”

  Her silent lover must have liked her response, because he reversed course, tracing his fingers—the lightest feathery touch—back up her legs and along her inner thighs, stopping shy of her twitching sex.

  “Mmm,” she repeated, both lulled and aroused.

  All of sudden, her
knickers were yanked down to her midthighs.

  Smack!

  She lurched, but the tight restraints held her fast. It hadn’t hurt, not that much, but the abrupt change after the oh-so-gentle caress shocked her senses.

  Thwack.

  She jerked and grunted. He’d struck her with a paddle this time, and it did hurt. A lot!

  Thwack. Thwack. Two more in rapid succession.

  She yelped at the sharp bite.

  Safe word?

  They hadn’t set one. She opened her mouth to remind him, but a wildly different sensation stilled her. Something incredibly luscious swept across her skin. The downy softness left a tingling, barely there impression everywhere he brushed her eager flesh. She moaned, wanting more of the intense pleasure.

  “Oh, my. That feels so good,” she said on an exhale, her body melting into a puddle. “Please! I need more.”

  In response to her plea, he grunted. It might have been an aborted chuckle. Ian was having fun.

  But so was she.

  Whack, whack, whack, whack.

  This felt different. Less forceful, but many little simultaneous pricks created an equally devastating sting.

  Was that what a cat-o’-nine-tails felt like?

  He hit her again, and she shrieked. Although even milder, he’d swished it between her spread legs, hitting her sex with multiple little stings.

  Her engorged sex reacted to the new sensation by clenching repeatedly. Her arousal shot higher.

  “Yes. More.” She was quickly sailing beyond sensible thought. Overwhelming sensation flooded her, and the desire for more was the only thing driving her.

  This time he did chuckle, but something about the sound bothered her. It took her a moment to understand why. She’d never really heard Ian laugh before. Their time together had been spent mostly bantering, sparring, or fucking.

  “Please!” she pleaded again.

  Was this his plan? Would he tease and torture her this way but never let her come? Was this his payback after she’d forced him to service her on his knees and then left him engorged and wanting?