PART ONE

This is only my second story for Lush, those of you familiar with my first one will have an idea about my past life and the path I went down.

This story, however, is a little different and the event here took place when I was twenty-seven years old. By then I had been part of the adult club scene for a few years, and I had experienced many scenarios sexually. I think by this point I had done about five gang bangs and countless three-some with guys. Around this time, I had also enjoyed an eight-man 'Bukkake' session, something I had wanted to try for some time. The video of this is on my profile in a private folder.

The day I want to write about, was surreal, to say the least, and it happened as I had replied by post to an advert on the wall in the club I was a member of. It asked for a young girl willing to be restrained and caned by two older dominants, all photographed and filmed. the advert mentioned that the successful applicant would be paid well for her services. The advert said it would be in a luxury house in an upmarket area of Central London. After thinking about it for a while, the idea appealed to my submissive nature, and I noted down the phone number.

By this time, I had been caned by dominant guys before, usually hard enough to mark my skin, so I knew what to expect.

That evening at home, I plucked up the courage, and called the number for the advert, after for rings my call was answered by a very well-spoken man who told me his name was Stuart. He was forty-eight years old and he sounded quite calm and confident as we spoke. He asked me my name and my age, then went into more detail about what would be required of me if they accepted my application for the session. He went on to say that the other man would be a close friend of his who was forty-six, but he would not tell me his name. He added that they had a friend who would photograph the session and that a video would be created as well.

The fee offered was a four-figure sum, and my eyes widened at hearing this.

Stuart said, that he would like to meet me first, in a public place, so he could assess whether or not he felt I was suitable for what they wanted. We arranged to meet two days later in London, at a bar not far from Oxford Street. Stuart asked me to wear something short and sexy and also requested I wore high heels for the meeting.

Stuart asked me about my experiences with being caned, so I went over everything I had done up to that point. He seemed pleased and told me I sounded perfect for their needs.

We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone, feeling that nervous anticipation I had come to expect from such arrangements at the time.

Two days later the evening arrived for my meeting with the mysterious, Stuart. For the meet, I decided to wear a short, button-fronted summer dress, peach in colour. The dress was very sexy and had a flared hemline, it tapered in tightly at the waist, and was very flattering, its thin shoulder straps had little blue bows stitched into them. For shoes, I chose a pair of light-grey high-heeled sandals, that had high ankle straps. I didn’t bother with a bra, I seldom did in those days, due to my breast size, also the dress had quite a low back so it suited wearing braless.

At first, I put on a white thong, but then removed it as I thought to myself that Stuart might prefer that I was naked under the dress. I often used to not bother with knickers under such dresses in those days anyway, as I loved the feeling of the air against my bare pussy when out in public.

I applied my makeup a little heavier than usual and took time to style my hair, with some loose curls and waves around my shoulders.

I grabbed my handbag and called a cab for the ride into London. It was a fairly warm night as it was late summer that year, so I didn’t bother with a jacket.

During the ride into London, the cab driver made small talk with me, but I couldn’t help but notice his eyes were never far from his rear-view mirror, as no doubt he enjoyed a good view of my legs in the back seat of his taxi.

Eventually, we arrived at the bar, I paid the driver, stepped out, and made my way into the bar.

It was fairly busy inside, with mostly guys in suits, standing around drinking. Many of them looked at me as I entered the bar, and there were a few whistles and whispered comments.

I found Stuart sitting at a table on his own. He had told me what he looked like, but more importantly, that he would be wearing a bright-red shirt, and dark-blue jeans and that he would have a copy of the Times newspaper in front of him. We made our introductions, and he went to buy me a glass of wine after asking me what I wanted to drink.

We made small talk at first, but then he went over in more detail about what he and his friend wanted if he decided to accept my application. Stuart owned a large house in a very exclusive part of Central London, he lived by himself but had a housemaid, who he said would not be there on the night of the upcoming session. He said he had a large special room with a raised floor area, where I would be told to stand naked, wearing only high heels, while he and his friend restrained me using ropes.

He added that my mouth would not be gagged, saying that any cries or screams I did would only heighten the experience for himself and his friend. He told me they were highly experienced and had done this sort of thing before many times to girls for payment.

I listened intently, aware that I was biting my lower lip while he spoke. He saw this and told me not to be frightened and that the two of them knew exactly what they were doing concerning punishing girls like me and that I would also enjoy the experience.

Stuart again mentioned the fee they would be paying me, and I told him that I thought it was very generous. He said that they felt the sum was appropriate for what I was expected to endure while with them.

I asked him how long the session would last, and he said it would be for around two hours, perhaps a little longer.

He then asked me if I had any questions for him, so I asked if he and his friend expected to fuck me. He replied, that it was a possibility and was I ok with that.

I replied, that I understood and was prepared for that anyway.

He asked me if I was on the pill, to which I replied that I was as by that time I had found a birth pill that did not disagree with me. He looked pleased with hearing this and said that if they decided to fuck me, it would be without condoms.

I then asked him if I was allowed a safe word, in case things got too much for me. He replied, that they would much rather I did not use a safe word, but that if it really did become too much then I should say the word ‘red’ and they would both stop everything.

Lastly, I asked him about the photographs and the video, and he replied by saying that he would arrange for me to have a copy of the video, when ready, but the photos would remain the property of himself and his friend. He added that I would be required to sign a contract on the day, to agree to them punishing me and negating my ownership of the photos.

After more drinks, Stuart told me to stand so he could look at my body, in the little dress. He smiled and told me he thought I would be perfect for their requirements and asked me if I was serious about it. I told him I was and asked when the session was to take place. Stuart said it would be a Saturday night in around three weeks, he told me the exact date and I told him I was free on that day so it would be fine.

We then took our drinks and walked towards the back of the bar, where there was a set of double doors, that led to a small backyard. It had a few tables and chairs around, with candles on, so we moved to the furthest one and sat down. Stuart then said he would like me to stand and lift my dress so he could examine my body further, in particular, he wanted to look more closely at my bum.

We waited until the few people that were around us, all eventually went back inside the bar before Stuart told me to stand up and as I did so he lifted my dress around my waist.

‘Oh my, June,’ he said, ‘No panties either, you are a perfect young girl I think.’

‘Thank you, Stuart,’ I replied, ‘I rarely wear them anyway.’

‘As you shouldn’t do,’ he replied.

He ran his hands over my bare bum, the backs of my thighs, and then between my legs, feeling my shaved pussy as well.

He looked up at me, then said, ‘I assume you would be ok about us marking your beautiful body, June?’

I replied, ‘That's fine, Stuart, I know what to expect.’

‘I hope you do, sweetheart,’ he replied, ‘You will be an excellent challenge for my friend and me.’

Stuart then patted my bum, and let my dress fall back down. We sat for a while longer, and he told me that his friend and he would like to cane me hard during the session and that they would be focussing on my bum, but also the backs of my thighs as well.

I asked him, how many cane strokes I was expected to take.

‘We will cane you twenty times, June,’ he replied, ‘Ten strokes each.’

I asked him what they wanted me to wear, and he said, ‘Just a nice pair of high heels, and a coat of some sort, because as soon as you arrive, you will be spending the rest of the evening naked, June.’

He added, ‘I expect you to make your face up as beautifully as you have done today, you’re hair the same please.’

‘I understand, Stuart, of course’ I replied.

After half an hour longer, we made our way back into the bar, and then outside onto the street. Stuart told me my application was accepted and that he and his friend would expect me to arrive at his house in three weeks on the date he had explained.

‘Seven o’clock sharp, please, June,’ he added. We then parted ways, and I made my way home, my head full of thoughts about the night ahead with the mysterious, Stuart and his anonymous friend.

Three weeks later and the Saturday arrived, I got ready around five o’clock, hair and makeup the same as the day Stuart and I had our first meeting. It felt odd, not choosing an outfit to wear, but I did as asked, and one selected a pair of off-white high heels, that had a silvery snakeskin print over them. I chose a pair of silver hoop earrings, then slipped on my knee-length black Mac, grabbed my handbag, and waited for my taxi to arrive.

Walking out to my waiting cab, knowing I was naked under my Mac, felt strange, I felt vulnerable, but erotically so,  as well.

Around an hour later, we arrived at the address, it was in the Mayfair area of London, and the houses were huge. As the taxi drove into the driveway of the address Stuart had given me, I looked out of the cab’s window, to see a large imposing Georgian-style house. It had a huge front door, with columns on either side and looked very expensive.

I paid the driver, gingerly stepped out of the taxi, then walked across the gravel driveway and up the steps to the front door. I rang the bell, my heart now pounding in my chest, my legs shaking a little as I waited. A light came on, and the door opened, to reveal Stuart, looking smartly dressed and sort of half-smiling at me.

He held out his hand, and said, ‘Well hello, June, come in sweetheart, you are most welcome.’

I thanked him and nervously stepped into the house. The hallway was long and impressive, and the house was spotless and smelled clean and fresh. Stuart led me into a large lounge, where I was met by his friend. He took my hand and kissed it then said, ‘Hello, June, well Stuart was not lying about how beautiful you are.’

‘Thank you,’ I replied, ‘I am a little nervous.’

‘That's perfectly understandable,’ he said, ‘you can trust Stuart and me, June, we are both highly experienced at this sort of thing.’

Stuart then added, ‘We are, June, as I told you three weeks ago, you have nothing to worry about, baby girl.’

I was then handed a tall fluted glass of Champagne, and the three of us drank together.

‘That should help calm your nerves for you, June,’ said Stuart.

He then approached me and said, ‘Are you naked under your coat as I asked for?’

Nervously I said,’Erm, yes, I am, Stuart.’

‘Good girl, may I take your coat now then, June,’ he asked.

I placed my glass on a side table, and began undoing my coat, I slipped it off my shoulders, then handed it to Stuart.

‘Oh, June baby,’ said Stuart, ‘Seeing your body properly now, you are stunning.’

His friend said similar to me, and I replied by thanking them both. Stuart then walked towards a cupboard, opened it, and hung my coat inside.

I stood there, completely naked, apart from my off-white high heels, before these two strangers, yet somehow I felt at ease, a strange calmness came over me, and despite them both looking me up and down, I felt a little like a prize for them or something to treasure, perhaps, it was almost surreal. Maybe the house, or the smells or the air about the two men, I could not tell at the time.

After we all talked a little and enjoyed the Champagne, Stuart handed me a white envelope, ‘There is a cheque inside for you, June, and it is for a little more than the fee we agreed upon.’

‘Oh, wow,’ I exclaimed.

Before I could say another word, Stuart added, ’After meeting you in that bar, I decided you were worth a bit more, and you will be worth every penny, I am sure.’

‘Thank you so much,’ I said.

Stuart then said, ‘You will have no worries about the cheque not clearing, I promise you.’

I placed the envelope inside my handbag, Stuart then took my bag and hung it in the same cupboard where my coat was.

Stuart then showed me a printed letter. It was a contract and waiver letter. He told me to read it, then sign at the bottom. I read through the contract, which went over what was expected of me that evening, near the bottom it mentioned me waiving my rights of ownership of the photographs, and the video they would be making of the session.

Using the pen I was given, I signed my name at the bottom, then handed the contrast back to Stuart.

'Good girl, June,' he said, placing the contract in a desk drawer behind him.

The session then began, with Stuart and his anonymous friend, leading me further into the house, where we came upon a large locked door.

‘This is my playroom, June, where we will be caning you, to begin with, then afterward we shall move into the ‘Artwork’ room, for the main part of tonight’s session,’ said Stuart.

I was led inside and the door closed behind me. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took in the decor of the room. It was painted dark red from the walls to the ceiling and had a leather-covered bench dead centre of the room. Around the walls were racks of BDSM, items, canes, floggers, whips, ropes, handcuffs, and various ball gags and bondage paraphernalia. It all looked very professionally done and the range of items was extensive, to say the least.

Stuart and his friend then led me towards the leather-covered bench, I knew I was shaking uncontrollably then, so he said, ‘Don’t be frightened, June, this is what you are here for, baby.’

Once I was at the foot of the bench, they pushed me over it, each of them taking my hands, then pulling my arms out in front of me. I watched nervously as Stuart and his friend tied my wrists to metal rings at each of the far corners of the bench, using ropes that were already in place.

Next, they moved behind me, and did the same with my ankles, trying them to the bottom legs of the bench, my legs apart.

‘We will now cane you, June, ten strokes each on your bum,’ said Stuart. They both then selected a cane each, from the racks on the walls, I took a deep breath, bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and waited.