I'm just into my third year by a few weeks and have something new to look forward to tonight, although it is with a little trepidation.
Alex had asked me a few months ago if I would service this client. They have a particular request, wanting to take me to a BDSM club as their sub! Something Ken and I have played with a bit at home. Ken, of course, was excited by the idea when I discussed it with him. Alex has also checked out the club and assured me it was well-organized and respected. I have spoken to the club manager and have been reassured that there will be no marks left on my body, that they use a safe word system, and that only trained personnel perform.
The only other things I need to know are to call them Master and Mistress and that they will supply all my clothing.
When I knock on their door promptly at seven p.m., I am welcomed into their room with brief introductions and instructed to call them Master or Mistress at all times and to do as instructed without argument.
I agree, "Yes, Master, Mistress."
"Undress quickly," Mistress commands.
Standing naked before them, they walk around me, admiring my body.
"Oh yes, very nice; you will do well, I think!" Master exclaims excitedly.
Mistress hands me a lightweight coat.
"You will not need any clothes where we are going; this is for traveling only; we do not want to get arrested for indecent exposure," she explains with a smirk.
Slipping it on, it feels nicely tailored but small. It only just overlaps at the front and is short, too, barely coming to mid-thigh on me. Feeling down for the fastening, it is soon apparent that there are none.
"Here's the belt; just cinch it at the waist," Master grins as he hands me the belt. No belt loops, either!
Cinching the belt tight makes the bottom of the coat flare, and loosening it lets it slip open. Either I show a lot of my inner thigh, or it falls open, revealing everything. Leg it is then, just as well the car park or possibly Taxi rank is only a few yards from the hotel.
Walking out of the hotel, we go the wrong way. Damn, we are going to the underground station! At this time of night, it is still pretty much peak time, and the trains will be crowded! It's also quite chilly; it is still April!
Carefully, I squeeze through the ticket barriers, gathering glances and stares as so much flesh is being exposed. Standing on the escalator, anyone looking up from below will see my bare nether regions! Walking through the crowded platform is a nightmare! I tightly grip my coat as people jostle and push around me. The train will be even worse.
Mistress tells me to stand when on the train and to cross to the opposite side of the carriage from them.
Boarding the train, squeezing through the tightly packed people, dragging my coat against them, trying vainly to keep it around me. On reaching a space, I turn to face my Master and Mistress. They indicate I should reach up and hold onto the strap hanger. Tentatively, I do; the coat rides higher up my thigh and opens at my chest. Anyone looking down will see my boobs.
The train pulling away makes me lurch forward, and a young man catches me. His hand slips under my coat, pushing it fully open, exposing my left boob to him. He grins and does not attempt to remove his hand as I try to make myself decent again. Mistress and Master grin wolfishly at me.
Slowly, the young man slides his hand down my side and across to my mound. Another pair of hands squeeze my bum from behind and slowly raise my coat until they are kneading bare flesh.
Soon, I was in the center of a scrum of bodies, squashing, squeezing, and probing at my body, hands wandering over and under my coat. Not just men, I realize as I feel a pair of breasts pressing into my back. Trying to fend them off is futile. Being so short, I seem invisible to others in the carriage, or they ignore what is happening.
Someone has found his way to my crotch and is beginning to explore my pussy; then the train jerks around a sharp bend, and we sway and move, and my coat gets pulled wide open. The hand I am trying to protect my modesty with is lifted over my head and clamped to another overhead strap, Exposing my body for all to play with. Nothing is left un-molested, tits, nipples, bum, pussy; everything is tweaked, nipped or probed.
People mutter and curse as they miss their stops, not that they seem to care that much!
At last, Mistress and Master stand up and reach out to pull me to them, receiving complaints from the scrum around me. I quickly cinch the coat back up again as we leave the train. A glance at the station clock reveals the journey has taken forty-five minutes; it seemed much longer.
"Wasn't that fun?" Master enthuses.
"Yes, Master," I dutifully reply. In truth, it was more like humiliation. However, my pussy is wet and throbbing slightly. My body contradicts my mind.
Walking out of the station and to our destination, the stares continued at my attire or lack thereof.
We stop outside a burger bar, and they look at the menu. "This will do," Master says, and we enter.
Master goes to order, and Mistress takes me to the window seating bar.
"Sit on the stool and look out the window," she orders.
As I stretch up to the high stool, I know my pussy is fully exposed to anyone outside. Sitting quickly, I tuck the coat together as far as I can; it still gaps open as high as the belt. My legs are tight together, but anyone looking in the window can see I am naked from my midriff to my shoes. Master and Mistress sit on either side of me, chatting to each other, eating their burgers, and pulling my legs apart whenever someone passes by outside. I have never felt so vulnerable.
We leave the burger bar and walk to the club a few hundred yards further along the road. An impressive Georgian building, 'Da Vinci Club,' discreetly sign written on the large black doors. Members-only, of course.
We enter through the large doors and walk into an equally large hallway; as the master talks to the receptionist, I gawk at the erotic artwork decorating the walls. Roman, Greek, Egyptian, Victorian, and modern-day scenes are depicted in all their gory detail. An equally erotic clock shows it is eight-thirty.
"Good evening, Michael; as promised, one fresh new thing for you to break in. Sharon, you will now be Michael's property for the evening; behave for him as for us," Master commands and walks away.
"Remove your shoes and coat and give them to the girl behind the desk," Michael orders.
I do and am now standing naked before him.
Walking around me, he leans into my ear and whispers, "Safeword is 'Amazon' or circle your fingers like this," he puts his hand in front of me.
"This evening will be painful but endurable. No marks will be left on your body, but you will be tender. Make as much noise as you like; it keeps the audience happy." He grins.
He then attaches a leather belt around my waist with a strap fitting between my breasts and up to a collar, which he places around my neck. Another strap is attached to the belt, which he pulls between my legs and up my back; this is also connected to the collar. The girl from the desk kneels in front of me, stretches my labia apart, and adjusts the strap to run neatly between them. Michael pulls it tight, neatly spreading my pussy and forcing my lips to engulf the invading belt. A lead is also added to the collar. Finally, a leather hood is pulled over my head, covering my eyes and nose. It does have slits, so I can still see.
The outfit is uncomfortably tight, and when Michael tugs on the lead, pulling me behind him, I gasp in surprise and discomfort. The strap between my legs is rubbing painfully against my clitoris. Walking is a nightmare of strangely exquisite pain.
He leads me into a large room, a lounging area with fifty or so people in it. Some are dressed in skimpy, sexy clothing, and some are not dressed at all, mainly the women. The men are generally attired in chinos and T-shirts. Although some do have their cocks out, and a few are topless.
I get paraded around the room.
"Can I squeeze her tits," someone asks.
"Of course," Michael replies.
Gently, at first, this stranger strokes at my globes, then firmly squeezes them before doing the same to my nipples.
"Umm, they feel firm enough; they should hold a good weight," the breast man comments.
A woman asks to do the same; she is much rougher and confirms the opinion on my nipples.
"Michael, can she suck my cock," someone shouted across the room.
Michael laughs and drags me across the room.
"Suck his cock," he commands.
The man is sitting on a chair, his cock standing at attention through his fly. I kneel on the floor, bend forward, and take his cock into my mouth. Bobbing up and down on his cock is tormenting my clitoris to distraction; I have to concentrate to prevent myself from cumming. My pussy juices are flowing freely, and we have not yet got to the main event; well, I do not think we have!
SLAP, SLAP across my bum cheeks makes me rise in shock. I never heard anyone ask to do that!
Michael pulls me to my feet, much to cock man's chagrin.
My bum cheeks tingle as Michael walks me out of the room and up some stairs. The stairs are a real torment for my pussy and clitoris! Then, along a short corridor to some large red doors.
"This is your last chance to change your mind. Once in here, only the safe word will release you. You are expected to at least endure for a while," Michael explains.
I nod my head.
He then zips the hood's eye slits closed. Being blind is disorientating; I have to trust Michael completely.
He leads me through the doors.
"My assistant will take your arm and help guide you," he whispers.
A gentle grip is taken on my right arm. I can hear the buzz of quiet conversation as we walk along. Then, all goes quiet as I am led up three steps.
We walk a few more steps before I get turned around. The strap between my legs is released and removed, much to my relief, and they lay me on a padded surface. Michael and his assistant slid me into the position they wanted, then pulled my arms above my head and secured them. My legs are similarly restrained.
I hear a mechanical cranking noise and feel my legs being spread apart, slowly exposing my nervous sex. It's comfortable at what seems ninety degrees, less so as they get spread further. The spreading stops, and I feel to be torn in half. Nothing happens for a few minutes, and the pain in my hips subsides into numbness. My legs must be stretched out straight to either side of my body, exposing my pussies inner depths as I feel it gaping open.