John arrived alone. He greeted them and said, “I’m sorry, my wife, Samantha, is out in the lobby finishing up a call. She’ll be in shortly. You must be the lovely Emily. Alexander has told me so much about you. But I can see he failed to fully describe how beautiful you are my dear.”

As John was kissing Emmy’s hand, Samantha arrived at the table. She was, indeed, stunning. John stood to pull out her chair for her while Alexander stood out of courtesy and turned to greet her.

Suddenly Alexander looked as though he had become quite ill.

Samantha looked panic-stricken. “Alexander?” she asked incredulously.

He’d said he’d never met her before, but imagine everyone’s surprise when Alexander asked, “Serena, what the fuck are you doing here?”

There was an awkward silence while Samantha who was, in fact, Serena and Alexander stared incredulously at each other. He had been under the impression that he was meeting with John, who owned an exclusive sex club, and his wife, Samantha.

“I don’t understand,” Alexander said, looking hurt, angry, and confused all at once. “Why are you pretending to be John’s wife? What on earth have you been doing with him at that sex club!”

“Me?” Serena asked incredulously. “Who is this slut masquerading as your wife?”

While John looked more amused than surprised, Emmy decided to be the voice of reason.

“Perhaps we should take this somewhere else?” she asked. “I am sure you would prefer to not make a scene in public.”

“How dare you speak to me, you little whore!” Serena hissed at Emmy.

John realizing, that he needed to take control of the situation, suddenly became stern, “Emily is correct. I’d prefer my reputation not be sullied by a scene in this restaurant. Let’s take this conversation to my place. We can take my car and let our tempers cool on the ride there. Then we can discuss this unusual situation like adults.”

His tone left no room for argument. They all rose from the table, while John motioned for the waiter and made their excuses.

The car ride to John’s was silent, but with tension one could cut with a knife. If looks could kill, Emmy would have been on the ground, bleeding by the time they reached their destination. Alexander’s face still wore the look of shock he’d had when he discovered that Samantha was his sweet, angelic wife Serena.

John’s house was large and elegant. He was clearly a man of great wealth and taste. Emmy found it hard not to gawk as they entered the foyer and moved into the sitting room. The hardwood floors looked freshly polished, while the chandelier gleamed and sparkled. The rich, soft leather of the sofa and matching chairs almost begged for one to sit on them. Decorative pieces of art cleverly placed made it clear that he lacked for nothing.

John found himself delighted by Emily. She was a breath of fresh air. Innocent in some ways, but clearly naughty in others. He enjoyed Serena, or Samantha as she preferred, immensely in bed, but he grew tired of her air of superiority outside the bedroom. He supposed some of that was because her husband put her on a pedestal. He knew she was married, but he really didn’t care. He was happy to fuck her and pretend she was his wife while recruiting new members for his exclusive sex club. He had never married, had never wanted or needed to in his mind. He always had his pick of women to ride his cock and to use as he wished, and all without the burden of trying to keep a woman happy in the day-to-day realm.

The fact that this couple, Alexander and Emily, happened to be Serena’s husband and his pain slut was a bit of a quandary. Mostly because all he could think about at the moment was how delicious this sexy little redhead would look strapped to his spanking bench upstairs. If he could, he would leave the other two to fight it out themselves while he tested Emily’s limits. But, sadly, that would have to wait.

John decided he should start, “So, it would appear that we have a few duplicitous relationships going on here. First of all, I am obviously not married to Samantha because she is actually Serena, Alexander’s wife. Which, of course, means that Emily is not his wife. I imagine she is his submissive pain slut. But, in my mind, the fact that Alexander and Serena have both been pretending to be people they are not is the biggest deception of all. Alex, the doting husband, and father, believes that Serena is pure and innocent, and is totally oblivious to her dark needs, while keeping his own decadent activities a secret. This is, indeed, a bit of a pickle.”

“A bit of a pickle?” Serena repeated, incredulously. “It’s a fucking nightmare!”

Alexander, finally past his hurt and confusion, hurtled into rage and disgust. “How could you pretend to be my pure, faithful, vanilla wife while you fuck John and, God knows, who else at that club?”

“Well, how could you pretend to be my loyal husband while you fuck this slut and likely do all kinds of perverted things to her?” Serena raged. “Do you fuck her, Alex? Or do you just mark her up with a whip and jack off on her tits?”

Emmy sat silent. She wasn’t entirely sure what to say at first. Then a thought popped into her head, and then out of her mouth, “John, what type of dark needs were you referring to?”

“I beg your pardon, my dear, what do you mean?” John replied, knowing full well what she meant, but wanting to see if she could help guide this conversation more calmly.

“Well, you said that Alexander was oblivious to his wife’s dark needs. I am just curious, is she a sub or a domme?” Emmy inquired.

Serena started to answer, but John raised a hand and said, “Now, my darling, she asked me, not you. That’s a very astute question, Emily. Samantha, or rather Serena, is a switch. She is submissive to me but dominant to many of the women in the club.”

Emmy figured she better think fast or risk losing her Alexander. She’d never find someone to give her the release she needed like he did. So, she spoke boldly.

“Since we’ve all lied here and behaved badly, it would be easy for all of us to be hurt and go our separate ways,” she began bravely. “But what if there was a way to salvage all of this?”

Alexander looked hopeful for the first time since before his wife walked into the restaurant. “What do you mean, Emily?”

“I mean, since John was lying about being married, he can hardly not accept us into the club without risking his reputation. You can’t bear the thought of touching Serena the way you touch me. But she also likes to dominate women,” Emmy explained.

“You’re confusing me, you little whore,” Serena said glibly. “What exactly are you suggesting?”

“I’m suggesting that John admit Alexander and me as members, and things continue on as they have been with one minor change,” she continued.

“What change?” Serena asked impatiently.

“That I spend part of my time at the club being submissive to you. Alexander wanted to join so other men could fuck me because he thought he should save his cock for you. But since you fuck John, I guess that really doesn’t matter anymore. So, if my Sir is willing to share me with you, then we all win,” Emmy explained.

John smiled, “I think that is a marvelous suggestion. I have only one requirement. Emily will come upstairs with me now so that I can see what she is capable of handling. The two of you are welcome to come and watch. But Emily is mine for the rest of the evening. If she can convince me that she is the pain slut you say she is, Alexander, then you and Emily can join as platinum members, with complete access to all areas and special events.”

Alexander smiled proudly, “Emily can handle anything, she’s amazing!”

Emmy blushed, feeling pleased until Serena spoke up.

“Well, I’d certainly like to have a turn to cause enough pain to remove that smug smile from her face!” she snarled.

“Serena!” John admonished. “You’d be wise to not go overboard, my dear. For if I see you being excessive with your whip on this girl at any time, I’ll give you double.”

Alexander looked at Serena and said, “I see no reason to disrupt our lives and the lives of our children with our transgressions. I agree with Emily and John. Please, Serena, I love you. I never wanted to hurt you. I just had no idea that you, well, I didn’t know you liked kinky sex.”

Serena sighed heavily. It wasn’t a bad solution, but she wanted to feel like she’d had a say in it. “On one condition,” she said. “Once a month, I’d like to put her on display and have her be submissive to all three of us. I want to show our other members just how much our sweet Emily enjoys being dominated. What better way than to demonstrate how she enjoys the whip from all three of us?”

John looked at Emmy, “What do you say, my dear? Would you be willing to let us use you like that, in front of other platinum members only, in exchange for all that you desire? Then privately, you can continue belonging to Alexander, and Serena will continue being Samantha, belonging to me on nights that they aren’t at home playing the happily married couple with their delightful vanilla sex. We all come away with what we want.”

Before Emmy could answer, Serena barked a command at her, “Strip off your clothes, slut. Let your new Mistress see the marks that your Sir has given you.”

John was about to chastise her for interrupting until he saw how quickly Emily complied. It was remarkable the way Alexander had her trained.

Emmy lowered her head and complied without argument. She stood naked before them, with Serena inspecting her body.

“I’m impressed,” she said wryly. “Just seeing the proof of the pain your Sir has inflicted on your body makes me wet. I wonder, does it make you wet too?”

Serena slid two fingers into Emmy’s exposed pussy. She was drenched. They both moaned, and Alexander’s cock twitched at the sight of his wife touching his whore. John noticed and found himself growing hard as well. Suddenly, he wanted the little redhead’s cunt in the worst way and knew he needed to fuck her before the night was over.

“Serena, why don’t you take Emily upstairs and introduce her to the equipment there, while Alexander and I discuss the business details of their membership. But do not strike her, do you understand?”

Serena suppressed her irritation, “Yes, Sir, I understand.”

Then she turned to Emmy and said, “Let’s get you upstairs and ready for your session.”

After they left the room to go upstairs, John turned to Alexander and said, “I will waive your membership fee if you let me fuck her and use her as my own pain slut here in private sessions once a month.”

Alexander was taken aback; he thought for a moment. On one hand, he didn’t want to appear as though he wasn’t in charge of his own sub, but on the other, he’d like to make sure it was okay with Emily. He didn’t want to subject her to anything she wasn’t in total agreement with. He also didn’t want to see her get hurt. As much as it pained him to admit it to himself, he did care about her feelings. Then a clever way to handle this conundrum came to him.

“I am on board with that; however, it will mean revising the contract that she has signed. I wouldn’t feel right about such an agreement until she consents to the revision,” he explained, hoping that he didn’t come across weak or foolish for wanting to make sure she was on board too.

John, however, was a man who enjoyed rules and respected contracts. “That sounds reasonable,” he said. “But it would appear that she has agreed to the audition as criteria for being admitted. I intend to discover her limit for pain and then I will fuck her.”

Alexander nodded, so John said, “So, shall we go upstairs and see what your slut can handle?”

When they entered the room, both men couldn’t help but be instantly aroused. There was Emily, naked on the bed with clamps on her nipples and Serena holding a wand on her clit.

“Don’t you dare cum, you slut!” Serena commanded. “Your pussy belongs to John tonight and he gets to decide if and when you’re allowed to cum.”

“Thanks for warming her up, my dear, I will take it from here,” John said. “You two are welcome to stay and watch.”

Alexander stayed to make sure John didn’t go too far with Emily, while Serena stayed, hoping that he would.

John ran his fingers along Emily’s skin, so soft and creamy, except for the red marks left by Alexander. He’d done well, John had to admit. She would have new marks by the end of the evening. Then he tugged off each clamp and twisted each nipple hard. He felt his cock grow a little harder when she barely flinched. Serena, or Samantha as he preferred to think of her, was kind of a whiner when it came to nipple play, so he often held back in that area. He’d see how much this slut can handle.

As he slid two fingers into her pussy he was greeted by swollen labia and a hard, little nub of a clit. She had marks across her mound as well. He pictured himself putting more there and was now sporting a full-fledged hard-on.

For the final step of inspection, he took one of the fingers wet with her juices and pushed it into her ass. It was so fucking tight!

“Alexander has agreed to let me test your limits tonight as an audition for membership for the two of you. I imagine you’ll have no trouble at all passing. I’ve invited him and his wife to stay and watch. You don’t have a problem with that do you, Emily?” John said as she squeezed each breast firmly.

“No, Sir,” she said, making sure not to make eye contact.

“Emily is so formal, and I plan to get to know you very well. Is there a pet name your Master uses for you?” John inquired as he rubbed a hand over his cock through his trousers to calm it down a bit. His cock had not ached like this for some time. Samantha submitted to him, but sometimes had trouble quelling her dominant traits. Emily was overtly submissive, and he found it so incredibly sexy.

“My Master calls me Slut. But my real name isn’t Emily, it’s Emmy,” she clarified.

“What a darling name for a darling girl!” John replied. “Why does Alexander call you Emily?”

Emmy looked at Alexander, who nodded, before answering, “He feels that Emmy is a child’s name and he doesn’t fuck children.”

John chuckled, “Well, I suppose that’s reason enough. I shall call you Slut then. That way it’s not confusing for you.” But in the back of his mind, he was already planning out the role play scene where he would call her Emmy and she would call him Daddy.

“Slut, you may call me my Lord. I’m going to blindfold you, but I won’t gag you this time. I may want to use that pretty mouth of yours. Besides, gags cause a lot of drool and I’m not a big fan of that,” he continued.

Serena watched with envy as John selected a paddle, a flogger, and a crop from his collection. She wasn’t sure if she felt jealous because she wished it was her being paddled and flogged, or if it was because she wanted a turn to whip the whore that her husband was using. John knew her well and shot her a look that she interpreted as to be patient. She huffed a little and folded her arms in front of her like a cross child.

Alexander watched the dynamics with fascination. He’d simply never seen this side of his wife and it was incredible to see such passion on her face and fury in her eyes. She always seemed like a fragile doll in bed when he fucked her. How had she managed to hide this part of her from him?

“Before you begin, John, I have a question,” Alexander said, puzzled. “If you spank my wife, how is it that I never see any marks on her when we make love?”

“I only use my hands to spank Samantha. She requested no marks, so I was careful not to make any,” John explained.

Then he looked at her, “But now that the cat is out of the bag, perhaps I can be a little less careful, my pet.”

Alexander wasn’t sure if he saw excitement or fear on her face, but it looked lovely either way. She’d never looked so expressive. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, “I can put marks on you too, if you’d like.”

“I think I’d like to keep the sex between the two of us vanilla, at least for now,” she answered.

He was disappointed but tucked away the fact that she had said for now. That left room for later negotiations.

Their attention was abruptly turned to Emily as John moved her from the bed to his spanking bench.

“Slut, do you need your arms and legs secured? Or are you a good girl and will let your Lord spank you without restraints?” John asked her as he bent her over and into position, her round ass in the air, legs spread to expose her pussy.

“I’m a good girl, my Lord,” Emmy answered. “I will behave for you. I may flinch, but I won’t move out of position.”

“Excellent!” John praised her.

He chose the paddle first. Without a word, he made swift, harsh contact with her ass. True to her word, Emmy flinched, but she didn’t move out of position. He continued paddling her ass, occasionally striking her pussy, for the next few minutes. Emmy’s ass cheeks had a rosy hue when he set the paddle down and picked up the crop.

Crack!

The first swat of the crop hit her labia and caused her to cry out for the first time. But she stayed put and impressed all of them. John alternated small, quick, gentle spanks with full force swats as he made her pussy bright red. His rod was hard as steel as he watched her juices trickle out of her swollen cunt and run down the inside of her left thigh. There was no wondering if she was aroused. She was leaking profusely.

John grinned, “She’s exquisite, Alexander. I can see why you had trouble keeping your cock out of her pussy. She makes a man ache, doesn’t she?”

Alexander felt enormously proud of his slut. “Yes, she certainly does. I tried very hard to save my cock for my wife, but that became more difficult as time went on. Hence the need for membership at your club. She deserves to be fucked hard and deep like she craves.”

John laughed, “You tried to save your cock for your wife, all the while I was giving her mine. Priceless!”

Alexander shot an annoyed glance at Serena, who had the decency to look remorseful at the moment.

“Stand up, Slut!” John said suddenly. “I want to enjoy those gorgeous tits.”

Emmy stood up immediately and put her hands behind her back. Even Serena was impressed at the prompt obedience of the slutty little redhead. She was looking forward to her turn, even if it didn’t come tonight.

John took the flogger this time, and made contact again and again, until her creamy breasts were crimson, just like her ass and her bare mound. She remained composed the entire time, but her eyes shone with tears she refused to let fall.

“You delight me, Slut! Get down on your knees and suck my cock,” John said tersely.

Emmy looked up slightly, “May I use my hands?”

John nodded. She wasted no time with teasing, taking him straight into her mouth and down into her throat. She used her fingers to caress his balls and stimulate his ass. He grabbed her head and fucked her mouth roughly. But he didn’t want to cum in her mouth. He wanted that cunt that he’d been coveting all damn night.

He withdrew from her mouth and ordered her to get on the bed with her tits and head down and her ass in the air.

Then he got on the bed behind her and stuck three fingers in her sopping wet hole. He rubbed her juices on his dick and slid into her, watching her pussy devour his thick rod in one powerful thrust. Fuck, she was tight! Finesse flew out the window as he jack-hammered her cunt till they both came hard, the contractions of her orgasm milking his cock dry.

“Samantha, or should I say, Serena, show your husband how you clean up after your Lord,” John commanded.

Alexander watched as Serena got on the bed and sucked John’s semi-hard penis clean. Then his own cock twitched when she got between Emily’s legs and lapped up John’s cum from her tender pussy.

He dropped his pants, got behind Serena, and entered her. He knew she wouldn’t complain, her pussy was dripping and needed attention. Each thrust into Serena pushed her face into Emily’s crotch and she found herself sucking and biting on the redhead’s swollen clit. Alexander knew he wouldn’t last long, but he wanted to make sure that both women came. Emily arched her back and squirted her juices into Serena’s mouth. Then Alexander picked up the pace until he and Serena came hard together.

John smiled. Alexander and Emily would make wonderful platinum members.

The following Saturday evening, Serena greeted her husband and his pain slut into the club. As promised, Alexander had brought Emily in completely naked except her heels, collar, and leash.

“Keep in mind, these people know me as Samantha. And remember, tonight she is my slut,” Serena purred. “I intend to put her on display in the cage for a while so that all of our members can get a look at her and, if they wish, touch her as well.”

Emmy’s eyes flew open wide. She didn’t know what she had anticipated, but it didn’t occur to her that being on display meant being in a cage. But it was part of the bargain she had struck, the one that enabled her to keep belonging to Alexander and to keep getting the release she could only get through the deliciously decadent pain he inflicted on her most intimate parts.

She got into the cage without a fuss, causing Serena to comment, “Alexander, you’ve outdone yourself with this lovely creature. She’s probably the most obedient sub I’ve ever encountered.”

Alexander beamed with pride, “Thank you, darling. She won’t disappoint you tonight. I promise.” He winked at Emmy and then left to go mingle with the others.

Serena bent down to whisper in Emmy’s ear, “Keep your eyes down like a good little sub and don’t pull away if someone puts their hands through the bars to touch you. Each patron who wishes to be the one to free you from the cage will purchase a raffle ticket. Midway through the evening, I will draw the winning ticket and you will be their prize. I will watch them use you and when they are finished, you will lick my pussy and make me cum. Any questions?”

Emmy shook her head. It all sounded reasonable to her. Of course, she realized she would do almost anything to be able to keep belonging to Alexander. Even crouch in a cage while waiting to see who would win her body like a carnival prize.

For the next two hours, Emmy’s nipples were pinched and pulled, her pussy and ass were probed, and her mouth was used by men looking to get hard. Serena made it clear that no one could cum in the little caged whore until the winner was announced, but that didn’t stop men and women from sampling the confined slut.

During that time, Alexander found himself merely watching the action in the club. There were threesomes and foursomes everywhere he looked as well as role-play activities in the main room. But he didn’t feel like playing. Eventually, he grabbed a drink and took a seat where he could watch his slut be pawed at and discovered seeing her so vulnerable made his dick hard as a fucking rock. He hadn’t purchased a raffle ticket. He was the lucky man who would take her home tonight.

When it was time to announce the winner, Serena thanked all who had participated and wished them all luck. “Tonight’s lucky winner is Dave S. Congratulations Dave! The caged redhead is yours for the next hour. Enjoy her however you like!”

Dave grinned. The first thing he wanted to do was to make her suck his cock through the bars of the cage. The other patrons were pleased to be able to watch and egged him on to fuck her throat deeper. Her talented tongue made quick work of things as she had him cumming in no time. As she swallowed every drop, he asked Serena to unlock the cage so he could enjoy her on a bed for the remainder of his time. Since he’d shot the only load that he would likely be able to, he decided to feast on her tasty little pussy. His fingers played with her pink folds while he nibbled on her clit. He made her cum several times before his hour was up. Emmy thanked him by giving him a deep kiss and whispering that he was very talented in the oral skills department.

“Nicely done,” Serena complimented Emmy. “You seemed to enjoy, and I know Dave sure did. He was here on the platinum level on a guest pass and has decided to upgrade his membership. John will be very pleased.”

Emmy smiled, “I am glad I could help.”

“Now it’s my turn to use you,” Serena grinned. “John and Alexander both want to watch, so we will go to John’s private office upstairs.”

Emmy smiled. Whatever happened here with Serena, she knew that Alexander would be taking her home tonight and would give her what she needed. So, she would do whatever Serena asked like a good girl until it was time to go home with her Sir.