made2serve
04-14-2009, 04:45 PM
The club
Part one
1
Sitting on an old straight backed chair Marian watched the bound man squirming his way across the cellar floor. In her mind he resembled a maggot as he wormed and wiggled his way across the hard stone floor. He was displaying all the characteristics of a desperate man, and in his fevered brain the open door with its bright welcoming light held out the hope of salvation. But, there was no salvation to be found there, or anywhere else in this establishment. Not for him anyway.
Sipping a glass of wine Marian relaxed as she watched the man crawling towards the light. She wondered who he was, and where he was from. Not that it mattered as he was of little or only minor importance, she had someone else on her mind tonight. And he was just a tiny part in the overall scheme of things.
He was about halfway to the door when he suddenly faltered, and just for a moment she thought he was going to give up, but after only a moment’s rest he was on his way again, drawn to the lighted doorway like a moth to a flame.
As he neared his goal he seemed to get a second wind, and using his feet like a flipper and gaining purchase between the gaps in the stone floor tiles he wriggled and wormed his way nearer salvation. His toes were bleeding, the nails broken and torn. He had been using his toes like inverted claws to force his body forward in his relentless yet futile quest for freedom.
She had bound him very tightly at around his ankles, as well as just above his knees which made his legs useless for anything other than propelling his body forward. She had also tightly bound his wrists behind his back, and again in order to make things just a little more challenging she had tied his elbows together.
That had been over an hour ago. An hour which she had used for nothing more than to very slowly and methodically beat him senseless She had spent that whole first hour just walking around talking to him while she kicked, punched, and whip him.
At one time she had been tempted to use an inflatable gag on him as the knotted chamois leather she’d used to gag him just didn’t seem able to silence his cries. Even with his mouth sucked dry of saliva by the chamois leather he was still managing to scream.
Watching him carefully she leaned forward and took a cigarette from an open packet on the floor, and lighting it and blew a thin plume of smoke towards the open door. The smoke reached the door just as he did, but the smoke escaped.
Even from where she sat his elation at reaching the door was evident. But as the cigarette smoke was sucked out through the open door Marian pressed down on a kind of treadle in front of her chair, and as she an electric motor whirred and the man’s moment of elation just seemed to evaporate. The electric motor was attached to a steel beam that ran overhead from one side of the cellar to the other. And attached to the motors pulley was a length of thin blue nylon rope. Marian had tied the other end around the man’s testicles, and now with just the lightest of touch of her foot? She was reeling him in.
As he thrashed around Marian crossed her legs, more to stop her fingers from wandering than anything else. As he reached where she sat Marian blew another plume of smoke in his direction and lifting her foot smiled.
As he lay moaning before her Marian uncrossed her legs. Leaving one foot resting lightly on the treadle she lifted the other and with a sharp quite vicious little jab dug the polished steel spike of a heel into his breast bone just below his soft, unprotected and very vulnerable throat.
“I could kill you now? - - - But where is the fun in that.”
And almost gently pressed back down on the treadle and bringing the motor whirring back into life. Once again the rope tightened and his testicles stretched. And as he was dragged into the shadows her heel left a thin welt like furrow down the entire length of his body.
His muffled screams became louder as he was lifted slowly into the air by his testicles. Marian lifted him until only his shoulders and feet were touching the ground. And getting to her feet picked up her wine and walked slowly to where he hung. “Well that’s the play session over and I’m off to have a drink with your wife. When I get back we’ll really get down to business and see just how tough you really are. But I think you may have lied when you claimed to be an experienced hard core masochist, but never mind I am sure I can still find some way of amusing myself with you.” just before leaving she ground her cigarette into his stomach and then stood her wine glass on the burn.
“Don’t you drop that while I’m gone?” and she walked noisily away.
2
Behind the black glass screen the man’s wife was speechless. She was there with the other members of the whip and Wellington group. The group had been meeting for a monthly munch for years and held regular fetish parties. To them D/s and BDSM was a kind of secret suburban life that offered them a taste of imagined danger, a chance to dress up, play and be naughty. But every now and then the arranged a little outing too visit one of the country’s many BDSM or dungeon clubs.
On these trips one of them got to pick the venue and everyone clubbed together to buy that member a session with one of the clubs Pro’s. And this had been her husband’s turn to choose. How he had ever heard of this place they had no idea, but within a few minutes of arriving it became obvious to everyone that this was a private some kind of private hardcore S&M club.
Sharon had wanted to leave, but the others seemed mesmerised. They had heard of places like this, but never in their wildest imaginings ever thought they would visit one.
They were met by the host and hostess and taken into the bar area where the host asked which one of them was taking part in the show. Charlie had been all smiles as the hostess summoned two very pretty young black girls and told them to take him to the dressing room and help him get ready.
3
As the lights came on Sharon looked around at all the men and women sitting in the neat rows of red velvet cinema like seats. The door at the back opened and a voice called out, “Bars open, Marian’s taking a forty minute break. Stepping to one side as she passed the man in the doorway she almost cried out. “You can’t leave my Terry hanging like that for forty minutes?”
The man smiled, “I’m not, Marian is. She’s waiting to buy you a drink at the bar, you can ask her to let him down, but she won’t. he was the one who claimed to be an experienced hard core masochist and declined a safe word. Now it’s up to her.
Sharon almost ran from the viewing theatre and pushed her way through the crowd into the bar.
The woman, Marian; was seated alone at a private table and on seeing Sharon indicated she should join her. As she walked towards her Marian poured her a glass of Champaign, but as Sharon reached the table she demanded. “I want you to let my Charlie go.
”And why would I do that?”
“What?
“Why would I do that? Will you take his place? I would be quite happy to have you instead of him. I much prefer women to men” As she spoke she was lighting a cigarette, and in the ensuing silence pushed the packet across the table to Sharon. “I will take that as a no then shall I?”
With a feeling of overwhelming helplessness Sharon sat down opposite Marian. “Then at least please go and let him down.”
“And what will you give me if I do? How will you pay me for showing such mercy, what would you be willing to do for me in return?”
Not knowing what to say and needing time to think Sharon took a cigarette. As she tried to light the cigarette her hands were shaking so badly that Marian reached over and very gently wrapped her long fingers around them and with an almost tender smile held them steady while Sharon lit the cigarette.
“I am teasing you. Don’t worry about your poor Charlie? After everyone left the viewing area someone will have gone in and propped a bar stool under him.” I am a sadist, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid. If I left him hanging by his balls for an hour he would be of no further use to me for the rest of the day.”
Sharon pleaded, “Please just let him go. He didn’t know what he was getting into. He’s always had these stupid fantasies, and in the end he started believing them.”
Marian smiled, “Then perhaps I will cure him. Perhaps after tonight he will realise the folly of telling such lies?”
“Please I just want to take him home”
Once again Marian smiled and reaching out taking Sharon’s hands in hers caressed them gently.
“Do you realise how much pleasure you are giving me right now by pleading with me like this? It is as if I am torturing both of you. In your separate ways you are both giving me the thing I live for?
But your suffering is far more beautiful than his, because too torture someone psychologically is the most exquisite and fulfilling form of torture. I am going to make your husband scream for mercy while you watch. And then I will make him dance like a puppet for all to see. And after everyone else has gone you will come to me in the cellar, and while he hangs by his balls you will get down on your knees and worship me.”
Sharon felt the woman squeeze her hands. “And you will do this because I will only release him after he has watched you use that pretty little tongue of yours to give me an orgasm, or three? And pulling Sharon’s hands towards her she kissed them. Now go and join your friends, I will summon you when I am ready.”
Reaching into her handbag Marian took out a bright red lipstick and a bottle of matching nail polish. “And before you come to me put some of this on and paint your nails. You have beautiful lips and I want to see them, and darken your eyes, or I will darken them for you, now go.”
As she left the table and joined her friends Sharon felt as though she were in a trance. Her friends were eager to know what Marian had said to her, and what she had planned for Charlie. Sharon tried to make something up, but in the end had to excuse herself.
As she stood in the ladies restroom applying the lipstick and painting her nails one of the young girls who had taken Charlie away came in. “I see you’re tonight’s sacrifice?” The girl gave her a sad knowing smile. “I’m Sorry for you but if she hadn’t picked you it would have been one of us? Its part of the price we pay for working here, look.” And to Sharon’s surprise the girl pulled down her top exposing a small firm breast that had been disfigured by three rings of cigarette burns that increased in size around the nipple. “She gives me a new ring every time its my turn.”
Sharon suddenly felt very sick. “But why do you let her do it, just leave, or go to the police.”
The girl laughed. “I know this is your first time here but let me give you some advice. You don’t fuck with these people. When they tell you to come, you come. And you stay until they say you can leave.
For some reason you’ve caught Marian’s eye, and take my word for it you certainly don’t fuck with her. Marians there star performer. And what Marian wants? Marian gets, and that includes who as well. My advice for what it’s worth? Forget your husband; if she wants you whatever she’s has planned for him won’t be pleasant. She might keep him around just to torment you, but she’ll probably have him put to work in one of the clubs somewhere. They always need toilet attendants in the gent’s. If you know what I mean?”
Anyway make sure you wear plenty of lipstick, she likes it thick and creamy. And for Gods sake when you’re using your tongue don’t smudge it. Another thing is always light her cigarettes for her, and always walk at least one pace behind her. And if she tells you to do something do it. Never forget she’s a sexual sadist. She gets off on hurting people. And she doesn’t care who it is .You can be sure she’ll make you torture your husband. so if she tells you to put her cigarette out on his cock? You do it, otherwise she’ll put it out on the next best thing? Which will be your clit?” going to the door the girl turned and smiled. Oh and one last thing. She’ll loan you out a lot, and when she does don’t give the people she lends you to any reason to complain. She’ll hurt you more for making her look bad than anything else. Anyway I’ll be seeing you around.
Part one
1
Sitting on an old straight backed chair Marian watched the bound man squirming his way across the cellar floor. In her mind he resembled a maggot as he wormed and wiggled his way across the hard stone floor. He was displaying all the characteristics of a desperate man, and in his fevered brain the open door with its bright welcoming light held out the hope of salvation. But, there was no salvation to be found there, or anywhere else in this establishment. Not for him anyway.
Sipping a glass of wine Marian relaxed as she watched the man crawling towards the light. She wondered who he was, and where he was from. Not that it mattered as he was of little or only minor importance, she had someone else on her mind tonight. And he was just a tiny part in the overall scheme of things.
He was about halfway to the door when he suddenly faltered, and just for a moment she thought he was going to give up, but after only a moment’s rest he was on his way again, drawn to the lighted doorway like a moth to a flame.
As he neared his goal he seemed to get a second wind, and using his feet like a flipper and gaining purchase between the gaps in the stone floor tiles he wriggled and wormed his way nearer salvation. His toes were bleeding, the nails broken and torn. He had been using his toes like inverted claws to force his body forward in his relentless yet futile quest for freedom.
She had bound him very tightly at around his ankles, as well as just above his knees which made his legs useless for anything other than propelling his body forward. She had also tightly bound his wrists behind his back, and again in order to make things just a little more challenging she had tied his elbows together.
That had been over an hour ago. An hour which she had used for nothing more than to very slowly and methodically beat him senseless She had spent that whole first hour just walking around talking to him while she kicked, punched, and whip him.
At one time she had been tempted to use an inflatable gag on him as the knotted chamois leather she’d used to gag him just didn’t seem able to silence his cries. Even with his mouth sucked dry of saliva by the chamois leather he was still managing to scream.
Watching him carefully she leaned forward and took a cigarette from an open packet on the floor, and lighting it and blew a thin plume of smoke towards the open door. The smoke reached the door just as he did, but the smoke escaped.
Even from where she sat his elation at reaching the door was evident. But as the cigarette smoke was sucked out through the open door Marian pressed down on a kind of treadle in front of her chair, and as she an electric motor whirred and the man’s moment of elation just seemed to evaporate. The electric motor was attached to a steel beam that ran overhead from one side of the cellar to the other. And attached to the motors pulley was a length of thin blue nylon rope. Marian had tied the other end around the man’s testicles, and now with just the lightest of touch of her foot? She was reeling him in.
As he thrashed around Marian crossed her legs, more to stop her fingers from wandering than anything else. As he reached where she sat Marian blew another plume of smoke in his direction and lifting her foot smiled.
As he lay moaning before her Marian uncrossed her legs. Leaving one foot resting lightly on the treadle she lifted the other and with a sharp quite vicious little jab dug the polished steel spike of a heel into his breast bone just below his soft, unprotected and very vulnerable throat.
“I could kill you now? - - - But where is the fun in that.”
And almost gently pressed back down on the treadle and bringing the motor whirring back into life. Once again the rope tightened and his testicles stretched. And as he was dragged into the shadows her heel left a thin welt like furrow down the entire length of his body.
His muffled screams became louder as he was lifted slowly into the air by his testicles. Marian lifted him until only his shoulders and feet were touching the ground. And getting to her feet picked up her wine and walked slowly to where he hung. “Well that’s the play session over and I’m off to have a drink with your wife. When I get back we’ll really get down to business and see just how tough you really are. But I think you may have lied when you claimed to be an experienced hard core masochist, but never mind I am sure I can still find some way of amusing myself with you.” just before leaving she ground her cigarette into his stomach and then stood her wine glass on the burn.
“Don’t you drop that while I’m gone?” and she walked noisily away.
2
Behind the black glass screen the man’s wife was speechless. She was there with the other members of the whip and Wellington group. The group had been meeting for a monthly munch for years and held regular fetish parties. To them D/s and BDSM was a kind of secret suburban life that offered them a taste of imagined danger, a chance to dress up, play and be naughty. But every now and then the arranged a little outing too visit one of the country’s many BDSM or dungeon clubs.
On these trips one of them got to pick the venue and everyone clubbed together to buy that member a session with one of the clubs Pro’s. And this had been her husband’s turn to choose. How he had ever heard of this place they had no idea, but within a few minutes of arriving it became obvious to everyone that this was a private some kind of private hardcore S&M club.
Sharon had wanted to leave, but the others seemed mesmerised. They had heard of places like this, but never in their wildest imaginings ever thought they would visit one.
They were met by the host and hostess and taken into the bar area where the host asked which one of them was taking part in the show. Charlie had been all smiles as the hostess summoned two very pretty young black girls and told them to take him to the dressing room and help him get ready.
3
As the lights came on Sharon looked around at all the men and women sitting in the neat rows of red velvet cinema like seats. The door at the back opened and a voice called out, “Bars open, Marian’s taking a forty minute break. Stepping to one side as she passed the man in the doorway she almost cried out. “You can’t leave my Terry hanging like that for forty minutes?”
The man smiled, “I’m not, Marian is. She’s waiting to buy you a drink at the bar, you can ask her to let him down, but she won’t. he was the one who claimed to be an experienced hard core masochist and declined a safe word. Now it’s up to her.
Sharon almost ran from the viewing theatre and pushed her way through the crowd into the bar.
The woman, Marian; was seated alone at a private table and on seeing Sharon indicated she should join her. As she walked towards her Marian poured her a glass of Champaign, but as Sharon reached the table she demanded. “I want you to let my Charlie go.
”And why would I do that?”
“What?
“Why would I do that? Will you take his place? I would be quite happy to have you instead of him. I much prefer women to men” As she spoke she was lighting a cigarette, and in the ensuing silence pushed the packet across the table to Sharon. “I will take that as a no then shall I?”
With a feeling of overwhelming helplessness Sharon sat down opposite Marian. “Then at least please go and let him down.”
“And what will you give me if I do? How will you pay me for showing such mercy, what would you be willing to do for me in return?”
Not knowing what to say and needing time to think Sharon took a cigarette. As she tried to light the cigarette her hands were shaking so badly that Marian reached over and very gently wrapped her long fingers around them and with an almost tender smile held them steady while Sharon lit the cigarette.
“I am teasing you. Don’t worry about your poor Charlie? After everyone left the viewing area someone will have gone in and propped a bar stool under him.” I am a sadist, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid. If I left him hanging by his balls for an hour he would be of no further use to me for the rest of the day.”
Sharon pleaded, “Please just let him go. He didn’t know what he was getting into. He’s always had these stupid fantasies, and in the end he started believing them.”
Marian smiled, “Then perhaps I will cure him. Perhaps after tonight he will realise the folly of telling such lies?”
“Please I just want to take him home”
Once again Marian smiled and reaching out taking Sharon’s hands in hers caressed them gently.
“Do you realise how much pleasure you are giving me right now by pleading with me like this? It is as if I am torturing both of you. In your separate ways you are both giving me the thing I live for?
But your suffering is far more beautiful than his, because too torture someone psychologically is the most exquisite and fulfilling form of torture. I am going to make your husband scream for mercy while you watch. And then I will make him dance like a puppet for all to see. And after everyone else has gone you will come to me in the cellar, and while he hangs by his balls you will get down on your knees and worship me.”
Sharon felt the woman squeeze her hands. “And you will do this because I will only release him after he has watched you use that pretty little tongue of yours to give me an orgasm, or three? And pulling Sharon’s hands towards her she kissed them. Now go and join your friends, I will summon you when I am ready.”
Reaching into her handbag Marian took out a bright red lipstick and a bottle of matching nail polish. “And before you come to me put some of this on and paint your nails. You have beautiful lips and I want to see them, and darken your eyes, or I will darken them for you, now go.”
As she left the table and joined her friends Sharon felt as though she were in a trance. Her friends were eager to know what Marian had said to her, and what she had planned for Charlie. Sharon tried to make something up, but in the end had to excuse herself.
As she stood in the ladies restroom applying the lipstick and painting her nails one of the young girls who had taken Charlie away came in. “I see you’re tonight’s sacrifice?” The girl gave her a sad knowing smile. “I’m Sorry for you but if she hadn’t picked you it would have been one of us? Its part of the price we pay for working here, look.” And to Sharon’s surprise the girl pulled down her top exposing a small firm breast that had been disfigured by three rings of cigarette burns that increased in size around the nipple. “She gives me a new ring every time its my turn.”
Sharon suddenly felt very sick. “But why do you let her do it, just leave, or go to the police.”
The girl laughed. “I know this is your first time here but let me give you some advice. You don’t fuck with these people. When they tell you to come, you come. And you stay until they say you can leave.
For some reason you’ve caught Marian’s eye, and take my word for it you certainly don’t fuck with her. Marians there star performer. And what Marian wants? Marian gets, and that includes who as well. My advice for what it’s worth? Forget your husband; if she wants you whatever she’s has planned for him won’t be pleasant. She might keep him around just to torment you, but she’ll probably have him put to work in one of the clubs somewhere. They always need toilet attendants in the gent’s. If you know what I mean?”
Anyway make sure you wear plenty of lipstick, she likes it thick and creamy. And for Gods sake when you’re using your tongue don’t smudge it. Another thing is always light her cigarettes for her, and always walk at least one pace behind her. And if she tells you to do something do it. Never forget she’s a sexual sadist. She gets off on hurting people. And she doesn’t care who it is .You can be sure she’ll make you torture your husband. so if she tells you to put her cigarette out on his cock? You do it, otherwise she’ll put it out on the next best thing? Which will be your clit?” going to the door the girl turned and smiled. Oh and one last thing. She’ll loan you out a lot, and when she does don’t give the people she lends you to any reason to complain. She’ll hurt you more for making her look bad than anything else. Anyway I’ll be seeing you around.