I’m sitting at the bar in the Da Vinci Club, waiting for my first private clients to pick me up. I’m mulling over how I arrived at this point. It’s down to Michael announcing at my last performance for Master and Mistress that I was available for hire! There were many offers over the following weeks, which Michael passed on to me, not expecting me to take any of them on. Indeed most of them were unsafe and outlandish, but this one appealed. A group of seven women wanted me to themselves. They each had had part of me during the three performances for Master and Mistress and wanted me to themselves; intriguing!
So I am sitting here braless with a sheer tailored light grey blouse, a tight and short red leather skirt that nearly covers my bum but not quite, and a matching red crotchless thong. There is a good crowd tonight, and I have had several offers already, which I reluctantly turned down.
“Good evening, Sharon. I am Mel.” Mel announces as she sits next to me.
I nearly choke on my drink; I know her. She is a senior director of the NHS at Wellington House; I have met with her several times at regional and national meetings, the last time being only two weeks ago!
“Sorry, I was miles away,” I stumble in reply. “Nice to meet you.” Mel was the contact name I was given. It is not her real name, of course! So far, she does not seem to have recognized me, but then I look very different from my day job!
“We are ready for you now; everybody has arrived, and we are keen to start. We have been looking forward to this.” Mel eagerly announces.
We slide off our stools, and Mel places her hand on my bum to guide me through the lounge and to the stairs, where she lets me lead. I can’t think why? Catching up to me at the top of the stairs, she firmly squeezes my bum and pushes me toward the Van Gogh suite.
The six other women greet me as we enter the suite. They offer quite a variety; one looks quite elderly, seventy or so, thin, with a face lined by too much sun. Two of them are like peas in a pod, attractive and slim but with a twenty-year age difference; mother and daughter? or sisters? The other three are all forty-ish, fuller-figured but not fat. Mel, I know, is in her mid-fifties. All are dressed, or undressed, in bras and knickers, including Mel.
No names are given, but pleasantries are passed as they surround me. Gently they begin exploring my body, hands touching and stroking every part of me. This is not the frantic groping experienced when men explore; it is more of a loving touch, feeling as they would like to be felt themselves.
Before I realized what was happening, I was naked before them, my clothes so easily removed by experienced hands. The same hands guided me to the large bed in the center of the room. Laying me gently down on my back, stretching my arms above me, and securing them. They lift my bum off the bed and place a cushion or wedge beneath it, raising it six inches higher. Now pulling my legs apart till they are nearly straight, my pussy opens in concert, then securing them to the side of the bed. All this, and I have barely felt anything. A strap is placed across my stomach, and a hood covers my head, blinding me and adding to my excitement. Both the hood and strap are affixed to the bed. Delicious thoughts run through my mind upon realizing that I cannot move at all, not even nod or shake my head.
Hours seem to pass, but it is only minutes before I feel my arms and legs being caressed. So gentle, so soft it must be some fluffy mitt they are using. Simultaneously they move along my arms and legs, down or up my sides, over my stomach. Avoiding the apparent targets, ignoring my breasts and pussy. Skirting around them, teasing and pleasuring my skin. It feels like whispers blowing over my body, gently teasing, relaxing, and lulling me into a hypnotic state. Pleasure has never been so gently applied!
I am awoken from my reveries when gnarly fingers enter my open maw, gently sliding their roughness inside me. Yes, I am wet, and they enter me easily. Two fingers slide in and out, then three. Pleasuring me, only then do I realize that the caressing has stopped. A more direct pleasure is now enthralling me.
Oh! That surprised me as both nipples were bitten hard simultaneously, making me gasp in pain and shock, bringing me back into the real world. They continue nibbling, sucking, and licking at them, making them hard and sensitive. Another mouth joins in the fun, attaching itself to my clitoris, licking gently and bringing it to arousal before biting and nibbling. The gnarly fingers slide in and out of me, touching my G-spot as they slide over it—pleasure at every touch.
The caressing starts again along my legs, arms, and stomach. Every part of me is being used; every part of me is being pleasured. My breathing is heavy and labored my whole body is tense in anticipation. It stops; every sensation is taken away simultaneously, leaving me writhing against my bonds, groaning with pleasure and disappointment. I am waiting urgently for what comes next.
Nothing. An age passes; I can hear muted chatter but cannot make anything out.
The bed moves, and I sense someone crawling from the bottom to approach my gaping hole. Covered breasts slide over my stomach up to my breasts, and I can feel something solid pressing against my pussy entrance. My pussy is pouting, eagerly trying to entice it inside. The tip passes my lips; this is big and stretches me wide as it is slowly pushed deep into me. It’s not quite painful, but it’s not far from it. It sits inside me, letting me grow accustomed to the size before moving up and down my slippery canal. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker. They are pounding me like they are going to cum at any second. They don’t, but I do. I was straining hard at my bonds and releasing a guttural moan as I orgasmed for the first time. The pounding continues; of course, she can go on forever. She prolongs and reignites my orgasm, turning me into a quivering wreck and ending suddenly by withdrawing and moving off me in one easy movement, leaving me gasping for breath and shaking in pleasure.
Someone kneels over my face; I can smell aroused pussy hovering over my mouth, but I can’t reach it. My head is too well restrained. She is not, lowering herself and sucking my pussy lips into her mouth, chewing and stretching them. Releasing them to slide her tongue along my open slit, around the outer edges, and poking into the gaping center. Teasingly swiping across my nub before assaulting my lips and hole, then back to my nub. She is licking around it, nipping it between her lips, pulling at it and making it peak from under its hood, biting at it and bringing moans of pain and pleasure from me. I cannot escape; I wouldn’t if I could. I do not always like my clitoris played with, but tonight is a good night, and she brings me to the edge of orgasm. Damn, she moves back to my hole, licking around it, poking into it as far as she can with her tongue. Teasing and tormenting, she knows exactly what she is doing. She sits back up, lowering her silk-clad pussy onto my mouth. I do what I can to her, licking over her moist panties along her closed slit.
Jerking in surprise as a vibrator is applied to my clitoris; if I could have moved, I am sure I would have thrown the pussy on my face onto the floor. It is intense, and then my nipples have clamps attached to them. I forget about the pussy on my face, gasping and clenching my mouth in pain and pleasure. The clitoral stimulation stops, and pain takes its place as a clamp is attached to my engorged nub. These clamps must be on chains as all three get pulled upward together, increasing the pain. Vibrations touch my hole as a vibrating dildo is inserted into me, sliding gently, searching for and finding my G-spot. They know they have seen it as I gave a little jerk of my pubic mound. They slowly slide it inside me, arousing and igniting my inner pleasure center while pulling and releasing at the clamps on my nub and nipples. My body fights against pain and pleasure until it reaches that time when the pain becomes a pleasure, and I succumb to the inevitable orgasm that wracks through my body. The bonds bite harshly into my skin, and my neck aches with the effort to move against the irresistible pleasure pulsing around my body.
Please stop, but I cannot get the words out; my brain is no longer connected to my body. My body wants more; my brain doesn’t. As ever, my body wins. They continue playing with my G-spot while releasing the clamps from my other bits. The pain of release gives another edge to the continuing pleasure consuming me.
It’s over, and the dildo is removed. My body twitches as it recovers, a straw is pushed into my mouth, and I suck greedily at the cooling liquid. Cooling clothes wipe the sweat from my body, a pleasure in itself. My restraints are not removed.
More muttering as I am left alone to cool off, waiting nervously for what will come.
A voluptuous body crushes over me, a dildo pressing along my stomach. The body is mashed into mine, bare breasts engulfing my orbs, which are small in comparison. Raising her hips, she positions the dildo at my entrance and plunges into me with gusto, mashing her body against and into mine. I wish I could suck on her breasts; they feel so good pressing against mine. Dildos are not quite as good as real cock. They are not as flexible and rub more harshly along my canal. Positioning and getting the right angle are essential to give the same pleasure. She knows this and positions herself and her dildo to perfection. Quickly bringing my already aroused and willing body to orgasm, which she controls with minor alterations to her movements—keeping me at boiling point for an age before leaving and letting someone else pleasure me. What are they getting out of this? I suddenly think, dismissing the thought quickly as an enormous dildo and equally large breasts invade my body.
This girl feels relatively young. Her breasts, though large, are firm too, her more enormous dildo making up for lack of experience in getting the position right. Well, if you don’t have experience, get a big one! I like a wide girth, the stretching adds something for me, and I am soon straining against the bonds as she plunders my pussy. Pushing me over the edge once more. She continues plowing into me; youth has its advantages, stamina being one! Ravaging my pussy, threatening to make it sore, which someone must have thought of, as I feel a hand reach between us and slather lube around and into my pussy. She does not flinch or slow her movement, increasing her pace as the lube takes effect. I can feel it splashing and squelching between us as she brings me once more to my peak.
She moves off me, allowing another woman on top. This must be the older one; she feels skinny and has saggy tits, which feel rough against mine. Her dildo vibrates! She may be older, but she knows how to pleasure a woman, her angle is excellent, and she lets the vibrations do their work—leaving the dildo to play against my G-spot rather than continually sliding over it. I am panting and gasping for breath; I have lost count of how many orgasms or dildos I have had. She gives me another one, then leaves me.
I scream in pain and surprise or would have if my mouth was not so dry, as my breasts are whipped hard. Pain sears through them and again. The whips are multi-stranded, hitting over much of my breasts at each stroke. More strokes follow, catching my nipples and making them flare in agony. Stroke after stroke. Then they stop. The bed moves as someone seems to be standing above my head.
Pain strikes through my pussy as the same whip strikes at it, each strand catching and tearing at a different part. Each strike painfully aroused my body. Taking turns now; breasts then pussy being whipped raw. Three people are inflicting pain for my pleasure. Michael’s mantra and training let me endure. Sucking in a deep lungful of air, I calm myself and let my body take pleasure from the pain.
After the whipping stops, a dildo enters my sore and ravaged maw. This feels different; it is not very large and feels to have spines or bristles on it. It rotates! An odd feeling that soon becomes overwhelming as the rotating spines slide and slap over my G-spot. Typical in-and-out motions give you respite from pleasure, but this rotation does not. Continuously my G-spot is rubbed and aroused with no peace as the spines spin inside me. Vibrators are placed and held against my nipples and my nub. There is no respite, and all my pleasure centers are being attacked. My body is torn asunder by a continuous torrent of pleasure as an orgasm rips through it. The pleasure turns to pain, and back to pleasure, then pain in a cycle of torment until … nothing.
My arms and legs lie straight, and my face is free from confinement. Gentle hands rub feeling back into my aching muscles. My face is being washed, removing my sweat-encrusted makeup. No! I think as I finally realize where I am. It’s too late; the real me is revealed, and as I open my eyes, I see Mel staring at me.
Everybody was kind and complimentary, congratulating me on lasting as long as I did. Checking that I was alright and asking if I could come again.
Seeing me glancing at the array of ‘toys,’ the older lady picks up the whip to show me. It’s, as I thought, multi-stranded leather with knots in each strand about two to three inches apart. No wonder it hurt so much! Looking down at my still-naked chest, its results are clear to see. Nasty red welts crisscross my breasts; I assume my pubic area looks the same. Strangely my body starts tingling in desire, wanting more and pulling myself together with a start, realizing that it is a slippery slope from enjoying pain to needing pain. Handing the whip back to the old lady, she gives me the rotating dildo.
“This is what finally got you. It’s undeniable fun,” she grins.
The spines, or paddles, are between one and two inches long and flat. Like a paddle, so constantly able to stimulate the G-spot. Turning it on, its speed surprises me.
“It’s adjustable,” another woman says, prompting me to play with the settings. I need one of these!
“Enough playing. We have to be out before midnight. Come on girls, get dressed and tidy up.” commands Mel.
They help me get dressed, which doesn’t take long, and I prepare to leave them when Mel approaches me.
“Wait at the bar for me, will you?” she pleads.
I nod in assent and say goodbye to them all.
Fifteen minutes later, Mel sits next to me at the bar, which is quite deserted now.
She looks earnestly at me.
“Can I trust you not to say anything about this?” she nervously asks.
“That works both ways,” I reply.
The look of surprise on her face is a picture.
“Oh, yes, of course. I never thought, well, I didn’t think at all. Sorry that was presumptuous of me,” and she visibly relaxed.
We got a drink each and sat in the lounge; it’s much more comfortable and private. We nervously chatted about trivia for a few minutes before relaxing enough to ask the obvious questions. Mel explained that she is bi-sexual and prefers women, but with her family background and the times she grew up, we all know the story. Discovering clubs like this gave her a whole new life, although keeping it secret had been burdensome, so she was shaken by recognizing me. No one at any of the clubs she frequents knows each other outside the clubs, including the group tonight.
She was enthralled by my story of how I got into my current role, whore or prostitute, whichever you prefer, and amazed that I managed to fit in so much ‘work’ and do my day job.
As we said our goodbyes, Mel whispered, “Do be careful you are mentioned frequently in Wellington House; you are destined for bigger things.”
Thinking about Mel’s words, I nearly left the club without my coat. It was only Michael calling to me that stopped me.
“I think you had better get your coat, right?” he grinned. “This is for you, too; I thought you might like it.”
He handed me an SD card.
I looked questioningly.
“It’s the recording of your activities tonight. We record all private rooms for safety reasons; keep it to yourself. The ordinary punters don’t know.” he winked. “Oh, and the quality isn’t that good.”
Ken will be pleased!
