Dominion Chapter 5 A Foundation of Bones
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My Club Dominion Fantasy
By Brenda Heels
Part I
My fantasy...
It's my first visit to Club Dominion. I have checked into a hotel for
the evening, so I will have a place to dress. I have decided to dress
elegantly tonight, instead of sleazily, because I am not sure if I want
to be the submissive slut that I know I can be. I have shaved my body
from the neck down, so my lingerie will tingle every part of me. A
black lace bra, which gets padded to a D cup and matching hi-cut black
lace panties start things off. I love stockings instead of pantyhose
and some sheer black stockings slide over my hairless legs. I grab a
black full slip, slide it on and then get started on my makeup.
With the black dress, I opt for reds as my color for the evening. I
paint my fingernails with a bright red polish, two coats, of course and
a layer of topcoat so they don't get chipped while I am playing. I have
some nice eye shadows, shades of mauve and pink and some mauve blusher.
Self-curling mascara and eyeliner complete the look. Oh, yeah and a
bright red lipstick which I put in my purse with some powder and other
touch ups.
I have picked out a black lace dress, which falls, below my knees. I
slip it on and put on my black strappy sandals. I put on my long auburn
wig, straighten it, style it and head on out the door. The hotel lobby
is quiet, but the few people around all stare at me as I walk out to my
car. When you are 6' tall and weigh in around 275 and are in a dress,
you get attention no matter what. I'm pretty sure I was getting checked
out by at least one pair of eyes!
I head to the club and purchase my ticket and go on in. I head for the
nearest drink because I am extremely nervous! What, no beer? Oh, well.
Water will suffice. I begin to walk around the club, careful not to
make too much eye contact. As I examine all the different implements of
bondage and torture, I can imagine myself tied/strapped/wrapped/bound
to/with all of them. By this time my mind is reeling!
I see Mistress Josephine at her throne and go toward to pay my
respects. I keep my eyes down in a gesture of respect and give her my
best curtsey. Mistress J is very nice and then asks: "Well Brenda, you
came all the way here, where would you like to start?"
"Mistress, I would like to spend the evening bound and gagged in many
different ways, spanked occasionally and whatever else you can think
of. My only limits are: please nothing that will leave marks!"
With that, you order me to my knees and order me to worship your very
sexy high heels. I have never done this before, but I kiss and lick
them with zeal. While I am prostrate before you, someone begins to put
leather straps about my wrists and ankles. My wrists are hooked
together behind my back, so my worshiping becomes a bit more difficult.
After you have had enough of my tongue and lips on your feet, I am
helped up and led away to the nearest bondage frame. A ball gag is
pressed into my mouth and buckled behind my head. My ankles are secured
to the frame and then my wrists are released long enough to bind them
to the frame as well. At this time, I am bound facing forward. Many of
the guests come over and introduce themselves, comment on my dress,
give me a little pat, or whatever and then go on their way.
After about a half-hour or so, someone comes over and releases me long
enough to turn me around and bind me to the frame again, this time
facing the frame. Sure enough, the spanking begins! I don't know how
many have come by and given me a swat, because I lose count with all of
the incredible sensations back there. I am sure it was more than one
person, because I can feel different sizes of hands and different
levels of power behind the impacts. Someone breaks out the floggers and
it begins to get painful. I like a little pain, but it can be
exhausting after a while.
After the flogging stops, I am released, but only long enough to be led
to another piece of furniture and bent over it. My wrists and ankles
are secured to the bottom of this refugee from a track meet and I am
used as a table for a while. People come by and rest their arms on my
back, set a drink down on me while they chat, etc. I love watching the
legs and heels of the women as they walk by.... well, let's just say
all of the people that walk by! I know that I'm not the only guy in a
dress around here. And the legs and heels are just as great regardless
of who owns them. Every now and then, someone will give me another
spanking since my butt is just hanging out in the air.
Someone gets bored of me in that position and hauls me off to another
part of the dungeon. Ropes come out and I am tightly bound, standing in
the niche, secured to the anchor points there. I say standing, because
there is NO WAY I can do anything else. At least I can watch all the
other activity! And it is exciting to say the least. I am not the only
game in town for sure. As if to sense my enjoyment, Mistress Josephine
herself suggests that I be blindfolded for a while. Dang! Why did I
have to mention that tidbit in that e-mail??
After wiggling in my ropes for a while, a lovely young lady removes my
blindfold and begins to undo the rope work. She removes my blindfold
and gag and informs me that I had better take a refreshment and potty
break. My next ordeal may last a bit longer...
Part II
I think "longer" may be one of the great understatements of the
century, but more on that later. I take a break and there is a moment
of confusion on which restroom to use, but other than that, I have a
nice relaxing moment to take in the view and chat further with some of
the others. Trish the toy takes me on the full tour of the dungeon and
relates some of her more interesting experiences with the Mistress
Josephine. After looking through all the nooks and crannies of the
fabulous club dominion, we return to the main arena.
Almost as soon as we enter the room, two very lovely ladies approach
me. They lead me over to the suspension rack and attach my ankle straps
to a spreader bar. They then remove my dress and slip and leave me
standing there in my stockings, panties, bra and high heels. Whoops,
nope, there went the bra. Good thing I shaved, or I would be one hairy
broad standing there in my stockings...
They next attach my wrist straps to the top of the suspension rack, a
cable to the spreader bar and hoist my legs up over my head! This
leaves me in a very vulnerable position and then they decide to add the
ball gag and blindfold again. Well now what? I feel hands caressing my
body, carefully avoiding anything near my "naughty bits". The
sensations are driving me wild and I begin thrashing about. A heavy
slap to my backside quiets me down a bit.
The next sensations I feel are hands (lips?) on my nipples pinching
them to arousal. Not much of a challenge at this point, but once they
are erect, nipple clamps are placed on them at the base. Now I know why
they gagged me. The scream would have been deafening otherwise. It's
not that I don't like nipple clamps, lord I have a few of my own. These
were the heavy-duty kind and I wasn't expecting that kind of force!
Wow! The pain begins to subside a bit and I'm sure the brief tears have
dragged some mascara with them.
Meanwhile, the hands have stopped, but I still hear people milling
about, talking about my predicament and what they might do to me if
they had their way. Some of the ideas are a little frightening, but all
of them exciting. I wish I could participate more, but the club has
rules during public hours! No hanky panky for me!
The voices slowly fade out of range and I can hear activity all over
the dungeon. Moaning, gagged of course, can be heard along with the
smacks of hand and paddle, the rattling of chains, the slap of a
flogger and the crack of a whip. I have never been so excited before!
Time passes and occasionally, someone will slip by and adjust the
clamps so I don't get tissue damage and if I thought they hurt going
on, coming off and on again was excruciating! My arms are on fire by
this time, holding my weight up off the floor and after an
indeterminate amount of time, someone finally lowers my legs to the
floor to support my body.
That's the only relief I get at this time. A small weight is attached
to the nipple clamps and that was something I didn't really need with
my nipples already very tender. Be careful what you wish for! That dang
e-mail again. Soon a flogger comes out of nowhere! Whack! Most are
aimed at my panty-covered ass, but some of them land on my back, my
thighs, etc.
A paddle and then a hand with some sort of glove on it soon replace the
flogger. The hand is the best sensation, because they periodically
caress my back and thighs and ass in-between slaps. I'm not sure how
long the flogging and spanking went on, but as suddenly as it began, it
ended. Apparently my shoulders had gotten enough rest, because my
ankles were again hoisted skyward.
The nipple clamps were removed and when I finally quit screaming into
the gag, it did feel much better. As the sensation died down, I
realized it had gotten a LOT quieter. I could hear some rustling about
and the occasional close of a door, but in general, the buzz of earlier
was gone. A voice right by my head startles me out of my quiet.
"Brenda dear?" It is Mistress Josephine herself! "I hope you didn't
have plans after the party. We are closing for the night and going on
home. Sleep well!"
I begin yelling into the gag, "No, please don't leave me!!" but all
that comes out is a muffled "Ooom oompf!"
I struggle, but to no avail. I am here until someone turns me loose! I
try to relax and find a position where my arms won't hurt quite so
badly. There isn't one.
I hear Mistress Josephine's high heels clicking away from me and out
the door, Trish hot on her heels. The door closes and locks.
I hung there for several minutes, when my ears start to play tricks on
me. Is someone still here? I moan an inquisitive noise from my gagged
mouth. There is no response. There it is again! A swish of material, an
occasional click, noises! Is it the air conditioning? The building
settling? The crack of a riding crop on the back of my thighs, right
above the line of my stockings makes me jump in flesh as well as
spirit.
"You didn't think we'd leave you without a proper initiation, did you
Brenda?" It was the Mistress!
I could hear a little giggle as she spoke, so I knew she wasn't alone.
I felt my ankles dropping and hands on me removing me from my ordeal in
the air. My night was not over yet. The gag and blindfold are left on
and the hands guide me to that classic piece of gymnastic equipment
from earlier in the evening. The spreader bar makes another appearance
and fastened to my ankles keeping my legs spread wide. I am positioned
over the pommel horse and secured to the lower extremities.
I feel the waist of my panties being pulled down. Uh, oh. I hadn't
quite counted on this... Sure enough, I experience the sensation of
cool smooth lubricant being applied to my rear. That damn e-mail!! I
had mentioned a fantasy about penetration and it was apparently about
to come true. I plead into the gag, but that just gets me a stinging
swat to my ass cheeks. Maybe it will just be a dildo. I don't think I
am ready for a real guy in there.
Ooo! Ahh! It feels like latex, cool and smooth like the lubricant. I
begin to relax and enjoy a bit. Mmmmmm that is nice. Moments later, it
pulls out for a second and then plunges in again. Only this time it's
not latex. Whether it's Trish being rewarded for good behavior, or one
of the other guys, I can't tell. It's not like I can do much about it.
Besides, it does feel good. I feel the ball gag being unbuckled and my
aching jaws work the kinks out between moans of pleasure. Dang it's
hard not to enjoy this. Suddenly something warm and tubular is touching
my cheek.
When in Rome, after all. I give it my best effort, trying to do what I
would like and I am rewarded with a sticky surprise a few minutes
later. The member behind me finishes as well and withdraws.
I have never been in quite this kind of predicament before (and not
sure if I want to go that way again...). I hear people gathering and
leaving again and am ready for a nap! I ask politely if the Mistress
will release me for the evening.
"Why Brenda, have you had enough?"
"Yes Mistress, I have had enough." I say.
Trish begins to release me from the gymnastic equipment. "Well, I hope
you had a good time." Mistress says. "We certainly enjoyed you. Will
you come back next month? I have a special task for you if you would
like."
As I wobble to my feet, exhausted from my very unusual ordeal, I cannot
believe the words leaving my lips: "Yes Mistress!"
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