The Club

The Club

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Genre: Erotica

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Submitted: September 18, 2016

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We arrived at the club, our curiosity growing like Alice in her Wonderland. The soft floral scents mixed with ethereal lighting to make our new residence appear otherworldly. 

We found a quiet corner to curl up together and watch the parade of voyeurs flock together. The hubbub of noise and colour intensified as we lingered together. Dining on each other's lips as we supped sweet beverages,  the heady mix of ardour, alcohol and soft drugs heightening our senses as we adjusted to our new environs. The hubbub of noise and colour intensified as we lingered together in our own private fiefdom. 

Finding our courage, we slipped out of our cocktail dresses and join the main party. Scarlett's red tresses were complimented by a push-up bra, polka dot knickers and boots. My sheer bodysuit was all I wore, preferring my body to react to the environment as naturally as possible. The frisson of the cold floor as I walked in barefoot heightened my anticipation. 

I could feel the pulse in her hand quicken as we pushed through the half-naked crowd, the sounds and smell of sex filling the air as we glided past the open play area.  Her pace intensified as we made our way into the bdsm room, already crowded with an audience. 

A few groups of people were sitting and watching, a busy bar in the corner with couples drinking to steel their nerve. People turned and stared at us as we entered, femme-femme couples still a rarity even in this open-minded arena. 

I was introduced to the inner circle, eyes on the floor as her fingers ran through my hair. A deep Hispanic voice interjected the introductions, and told us we were the most anticipated of the evening. I curtsied as best as I could, my eyes never raising. 

Being the main event, we enjoyed preferential treatment for a while with free cocktails and no shortage of small talk as we waited. While I remained silent and obedient, Scarlet answered every question about me, occasionally pinching me a little to demonstrate my loyalty. 

My eyes flickers across to the spanking bench in the corner. Coyly I enquired "What’s that?”  in that innocent little voice that pushes all of the Dom-buttons. 

She led me over to the bench and patted the lower part of it, helping me kneel on it. I heard the sound of chairs being scraped on the floor as people's attentions turned to us. I lent forward, bracing myself for the start of my punishment. In this position my back was arched and the mesh of the bodysuit give my derriere a tiny hint of modesty. My face buried in my hands, well hidden by my wavy blonde hair. 

My back was to the room but I could feel eyes on me as the sound of flesh on flesh rang out across the room. I squirmed as the first crack of her hand hit me, my toes curling in anticipation. 

After the initial spanking had ceased, Scarlet lent forward and brushed my hair from my face “Does this feel good?” She reassured me. I squeaked a reply. 

“If you keep squirming like that I’m going to turn you around and look at all of the people who are watching.” My breath caught in my mouth

She continued her assault, spreading out the impact of the spanking on each cheek, a combination of lust, pain and desire like a direct nerve into my stomach. 

My bum felt bright pink and warm to the touch now, and Scarlet told me to be a good girl and take a look behind her at the gathered crowd. When I peeked, there were significantly more people in the room now watching us, some of them fucking, some of them just smiling and taking it in.

I begged for more and she obliged, and soon the warmth of her spanking was replaced by the cold of ice as Scarlet rubbed it over the red welts on my behind. I arched my back as the ice dripped between my legs. Slowly, she slipped the sliver of ice inside my sex. As the petit-mort hit me I bit my lip to remain silent, drawing blood. 

Her next few smacks felt extra harsh due to the combination of wet hands and my increased sensitivity. "Such a good girl", she cooed in my ear. 

She slowly dried me with a towel, and I started to moan as she lingered over my sex. The coarseness of the material mixed with the need for her touch drove me to a loud orgasm, Scarlet whispering more words of encouragement as I shivered under her ministrations. 

I sucked the towel dry after, as she told me how proud of me she was. 

It was the first time I’d ever been dominated in front of a crowd. 

It wasn't to be my last 


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