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# The Club Part 1 ## Foreword Fucking piece of shit. It's been years! Years of no sex. Most of the time we ignore the unsolvable problem, but every few months we fight over it. Last night was one such time. And here I am, waking up on the couch after a restless night, again. We've been to church, counseling, and sex therapy. We've read books together and separately. I've seen my doctor about possible testosterone issues. I've taken Viagra. I've quit porn and masturbation for years at a time. Nothing helps. Same problem: dead bedroom. A few years ago, she used said to say it was my fault. But in the last year or so, she now accepts some dubious amount of blame. Look, I want to make it clear that I'm not necessarily mad at her, but I am mad at the situation. As a human being, I have a basic human need for intimacy and sex. I want someone to be close to. To know me. Someone that I can know and trust and be trusted by. I want to feel safe with my partner. I want to explore her and be explored by her and know that I am safe. I don't feel that with my wife. I haven't for years. I'm not here to tell you that story, but rather the one which starts today. ## Chapter 1 "First, let me say welcome to our club, Mr. Simms. I am Ms. Jillian and am delighted that you're here. I hope that you enjoy your complimentary session. Now, let's keep today simple. Go ahead and take all your clothes off, please." Jillian and I stood in a sterile examination room. That's not exactly what I had expected out of a place like this. I thought there would be posh bedrooms with room service and silk sheets. The ridiculously high ratings I saw online left me to think that this place might be the world's most exquisitely decorated sex club. Instead, it looked more like a doctor's office exam room. In one corner was a sink and jar of cotton swabs. Behind me was an exam bench. I decided to play along. Maybe today was going to be a medical fetish session. It really didn't matter as long as I got to fuck Jillian. "Okay," I replied, taking off my shirt. As I removed my shoes I took a moment to take in Jillian. She stood a little taller than average for most women, but just about my height. She was wearing a white lab coat that was deliberately too short. Her pantyhose-covered legs seemed to go on forever. I stood back up at glanced at her. She smoothed the long almond colored hair out of her eyes and adjusted her stethoscope. "Your pants too, honey. And your boxers. I want you completely naked," she said, smiling. I removed my jeans to reveal my white briefs. "I surely had you pegged for a boxer man," she remarked conspiratorially. I pulled down my underwear and was now completely naked. Nervousness was now turning my stomach. What was I doing here? I figured we'd be getting physical. Instead, it looked like I'm going to get a physical. And by whom? Was Jillian a doctor? She certainly wasn't my doctor. She stared openly at my cock and smirked. "Okay, hon, have a seat on the bench so I can check you out." As I sat down, she grabbed my wrist with her cold fingers and counted numbers under breath. "Open up and say 'ahhhhhhhh...'" As she looked into my mouth, I got a good look at her face. Jillian looked to be in her late thirties, early forties. It was hard to tell because her makeup was so carefully done. Her well manicured eyebrows furrowed intently as she looked at the back of my throat. "Good," she trailed off. "Okay, that looks good. Now, keep your head pointing at me and look at the ceiling with your eyes." As I do so, I sense a light pointing into eyes. The light flicked off. "Now look at the floor." The light turned back on and off again. "Now look directly into my eyes." Her eyes were beautiful: deep and green. If the eyes are a window to the soul, then Jillian's soul was a kind one. "So far so good, hon," she said. "Let see your penis now." She reached to my lap and gently lifted my penis. She wasn't exactly looking at it, but rather around it. "It's cute," she cheerfully remarked. "I would say that you have a cute penis." I blushed, not liking that too much. The last thing I wanted (or really any guy wants) was for my penis to be called "cute". "Okay, one last thing. I need to prick your finger," she said. She took my hand and with a sudden click, blood beaded up. She drew a little of it onto a slide and put the slide into a small purple device which lit up green. "Perfect. I'm sure you've guessed what we're doing here. We take sexual health very seriously at my club," she said while wrapping a bandaid on my finger. "Go ahead and lay face up on the table Mr. Simms." That made me feel a lot better. I hadn't been sure what to make of all the medical stuff. It wasn't exactly unsexy, but it also wasn't fucking. That was why I was there. I really wanted to fuck, and Jillian was prime fucking material. Why was that? For one, she seemed like a fun girl, and fun is sexy. Also, we'd gotten along really well during the interview earlier today. There seemed to be something between us. Some connection. Maybe we're a match? She unbuttoned the top couple buttons of her lab coat to reveal her slightly above average breasts held tightly within her black lace bra. I was sure that those were another reason. I have always been a sucker for nice tits. "Why Mr. Simms, do I excite you?" she asked playfully as she snapped on blue nitrile gloves. She pumped some lube from a large bottle next to the tongue depressors. "Oh hell yes," I enthusiastically answered. She grinned at me as she grabbed my cock. Her hands were cold at first from the lubricant, but it didn't matter. It felt so good. This isn't exactly what I had in mind, but I didn't care. My cock filled with excitement into her gentle grasp. She looked into my eyes lovingly as she stroked the full length of my shaft. As I started to cum, she quickly scooted in a glass cup to collect my sperm. Setting the cup aside, she wiped down my penis with a cool wet nap then removed her gloves. I was a little embarrassed. That couldn't have been more than a minute. Still, she didn't seem disappointed. She bent down a little to kiss me. I awkwardly lifted my head to kiss her back as she kissed my forehead. We both laughed. "Perfect, perfect. Get yourself dressed, then come to my office so we can discuss payment arrangements. Just exit the room and take a left, then a right. My name's on the door." She placed the collection cup and her other instruments on a cart and wheeled out of the room. ## Chapter 2 "$700 a month is the standard membership rate, Mr. Simms. Most members find it a real bargain. Given the amenities, I should say." Jillian jotted down some notes on her clipboard. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. $700 a month is a lot of money. That's like renting a whole extra apartment. Even if I could afford it, there was absolutely no way I could keep it a secret from my wife. That thought hit home for me. I was trying to keep a secret from my wife. A big secret. Hell, this was worse than cheating. I was openly seeking to have sex with strangers and meet new love interests. Well so what? Fuck her. We've not had sex in years and we haven't even tried. We deserve better. Even so, I was sure I couldn't get away with openly paying the membership dues. "Jillian, I had no idea it was so--" I started. "So much? Yes, it's pretty expensive. This is an expensive operation, Mr. Simms," Jillian stated matter-of-factly. She put on her round glasses and continued, "The facilities, the decor, the booze, the food, the toys, the supplies and equipment. It's all quite expensive, sir." "Well, it's just that I'm positive that I can't possibly pay it," I tell her earnestly. "Your paperwork indicates that you most certainly could pay--oh," she paused to consider her next words. "I think I understand. You mean to say that you can't possibly pay it discreetly," she posited, placing her pen on the desk. I felt just a little ashamed. Was I betraying my wife by being here? Probably. That said, where was she all the time? Ever since the kids moved out, she was never home. She was always at work or reading club or with her friends. Somehow our schedules managed to never intersect. I work all day, she's gone all night. Easy marriage. I looked sheepishly at her and nodded an affirmative. "I see. Well, in that case, we do have a special program. It's not available for everyone, but your profile is a match. Are you interested?" I nodded yes, a wave of relief washing over me. Maybe this would work out after all? "First, you will gain full access to the club. You can come and go as you like. You can participate in as many sessions as you like. Just like a full member." She smirked at me, seeming to size me up. "However, there are some things you'll need to do in order to keep the membership. There are some dietary requirements. Your BMI will need to be at the normal range. The National Institutes of Health has that defined as between 18.5 and 25. "You'll also be required to participate in a minimum of one session per day. The session can be whenever you like. Most of the time, the sessions need not be longer than 30 minutes. Just try to be regular about the time. Maybe consider coming by on your lunch hour. "Finally, you'll be asked to complete certain tasks. Failure to complete the tasks will result in permanent expulsion from the club. To be clear, you will be barred from the premises indefinitely. The special program requires complete cooperation. The only exception is, of course, if you find that you're able to pay the standard membership fee." She paused and cocked her head. "Any questions, Mr. Simms?" I'm not old, but I'm not stupid either. I've been around the block a few times. You should never agree to do something without fully understanding what it is. "What kinds of tasks are we talking about here?" "Voluntary activities to support the club. We always have a need for men with your qualifications," she said licking her upper lip. She almost certainly meant my cock. I was pretty sure she meant that she wanted it, and that she was willing to let me join the club for free just to have access to it. What's a man to do? "I agree." "Wonderful! Mr. Simms, please allow me to be the first to welcome you. I'll submit your paperwork this afternoon." She stands up, prompting me to stand as well. We must be done. "Oh, before I forget: your first task." She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a bottle and tiny purple pill. "You'll need to take one of these at each day. For this first week, that will be the only task you need to complete." "What are these?" "Not knowing is part of the task. I'll disclose, though, that they're nothing illegal or dangerous. Trust me." She smiled and slid the pill and a glass of water to me. ## Chapter 3 I have to admit that the requirement for the purple pills was a little strange. Even so, I felt that the benefits outweighed the risks. Besides, I hadn't noticed any side effects, negative or positive. And so, that first week I fulfilled my membership obligations to the club by taking my pills and showing up for sessions during my lunch breaks. That was certainly easy enough. I hadn't met any other club members because of the strange hours I attended. Jillian had explained that most guests arrived in the evenings. At work one day, Kristen texted me to let me know that she would be spending the night with a friend. This was not uncommon. She seemed to "spend the night with a friend" several nights a week. I never pressed her about which friend or where she was staying. The more often she did this, the more convinced I became that she was staying with another guy. "Staying." That was a lie I kept telling myself. A euphemism. She was sleeping with someone. Someone who was not me. That thought filled me with rage. I could never prove it. She was much too careful. Even if I did, I wasn't sure I could bring myself to confront her about it. Whatever. Fuck that. I decided to take her absence as my cue to visit the club that evening. It was a quiet Tuesday evening, but the parking lot was much more full than when I attended during my lunch breaks. I opened the large oak doors and entered the lobby. It was much darker than usual. Lit sconces, obsidian gray pillars and red carpets left the atmosphere a strange combination of cozy and intimidating. Some men and women dressed in business attire sat on leather sofas and drank wine as they spoke among themselves. Noticing me, a blonde turned to whispered something in her partner's ear. The two discretely giggled to themselves. About that moment, Jillian clomped into the lobby in her wedges. She smiled, greeted me, and took me by my hand, leading me down the hall. The hallway, normally lined with empty rooms on both sides, was occupied today. Passing by them, I heard the sounds of female ecstasy and could smell the sweaty, heavy scent of sex. Arriving at our room, Jillian turned the light on and ushered me in. "I thought you might not show up today and worried that we would be ending your membership," Jillian chided. "Oh, I decided that I'd come by in the evening for my session. That way I could get some of the flavor of the club." "Ah, I see. Very good, hon. Why don't you disrobe and hop up on the bench so that we can get you all taken care of." As I undressed and climbed up onto the exam bench, Jillian snapped on her rubber gloves and lubed up. This was now the fourth or fifth time we'd done this. I was surprised that we hadn't moved on to something else. "Jillian, maybe I can do something for you tonight?" I asked. "'Ms. Jillian', please. I'd like you to start addressing me with 'Ms.' from now on," she said sternly. That was a bit of a turn on for me. The way she said that made me feel so small. I blushed a little, not sure how to respond. The sense of my uncertainty seemed to embolden Jillian. "Um, okay. I'm sorry Ms. Jillian. Is there something that I can do for you tonight?" "No thank you, my dear. We'll address that some other session. Today, I'd like you to get on your hands and knees," she said nodding as I obeyed. "Now, spread your knees just a little. Perfect." Her slimy cold hand started to stroke my cock. She braced her body against my face. I could smell her slight perfume mingled with the fabric and leather in her outfit. "Are you going to cum for me like a good little boy tonight?" she asked me playfully. Her hand going up and down my shaft felt so good. Just like the times before, it started cold, but then became gradually warmer. I wanted desperately to do something in return for her. I considered kissing her tummy, but decided not to. "You men are all alike. Very quiet during sex. Can you tell me that you're enjoying yourself?" "Oh yes, it feels very good." "Good, I'd like you to practice moaning. It'll make it feel better. Go on." "Ohhhhhhh..." I started. As I moaned, I found that she was absolutely correct. Moaning was very hot. The louder and more frequent I got, the better it felt. It also seemed like I was lasting longer than usual. "Now, tell Ms. Jillian that you're ready to cum." "Ms. Jillian, I'm ready to cum," I said, no longer feeling so timid about making noise. To this, she slid a beaker underneath my cock with her other hand and then rubbed my glans. It was all too much. The moaning, her warm body, her slippery hand, and now every bit of my penis felt amazing. I gave in as my body tightened in her grip. "That right, cum for Ms. Jillian." As I came, she slowed down her stroking and squeezed every drop of my cum into the beaker. She pulled it out from underneath me and placed it on the counter. I fell onto exam bench, suddenly sleepy. "Very good, baby. You did well today." She removed her gloves and sat next to me. Her warm hand ran down my back as she kissed my head. "It looks as though you've been taking your pills. Have you noticed any discomfort or anything unusual?" "No. Nothing bad to--" "Wait," she said interrupting me. "You need to remember to address me as Ms. Jillian. If you fail to do so when you address me, there will be consequences. Understand?" "Yes, Ms. Jillian." It wasn't as much of a turn on this time. But I was too satiated to care. "Good. I'm glad your not having trouble with them. Go ahead and get dressed. I'll show you out." ## Chapter 4 Another day, another hand job. It was my lunch break and I was naked again on my hands and knees waiting for Ms. Jillian to rub my cock. "It's been a week, you know," started Ms. Jillian. "Do you know what that means?" "No Ms. Jillian, what does it mean?" "It means, dear, that it's time for a new task," she said. She opened a small black case on the work table in front of me. Inside was a bottle of clear liquid and some syringes. "For the next seven weeks, I'll be administering some injections for you," she said smiling warmly at me. She ran her hand down my back and ass in a soothing gesture. "Don't worry, hon. It's nothing illegal or dangerous." I swallowed the lump in my throat. I'd never liked getting shots, and now it looked as though I was going to be getting shots daily. She seemed to notice my discomfort. "Is that okay with you Mr. Simms? We can always stop here if you like," she said idly filling a syringe with the clear liquid. "It's okay Ms. Jillian. I can handle it." "Aw, what a strong man you are. Okay, we'll just take care of this, then Ms. Jillian will milk you." Milk me? Like a cow? Like a submissive male? I've seen all kinds of strange porn before, and I didn't like where this was going. Despite my reservations, I felt my penis getting hard. "That seemed to turn you on. Do you like being milked, Mr. Simms?" she asked wrapping her cold fingers around my neck. "Yes Ms. Jillian, I like to be milked," I said, not quite believing the words coming out of my mouth. My hardened penis felt heavy and tingly beneath me. "What a good boy. Okay, I'll be just a minute." I smelled the familiar scent of chlorhexidine and then felt an ice cold sensation as she rubbed my right butt cheek. A chill ran down my spine. "Looks like someone has goose fleshies," she giggled. "I should have told you that we like to stick butts for these. Faster results that way. Now, hold still. In three, two.." I felt a slight pinch, and then it was over. "All done, hon. Any discomfort?" "No, Ms. Jillian." "Good. I have a special reward for you before I milk you today." Ms. Jillian pulled down her gray pleated skirt to reveal her pink laced panties. She stepped up onto the stool next to the exam bench, bringing her wet pussy to my face. "I think you know what I want," she said gently guiding my head closer as she lowered her panties. "Focus on my clit, please." Finally, some action. I'd have preferred fucking, but this would do. Maybe one thing would lead to another? She wore a vanilla fragrance, but I could smell her sweet and musky scent underneath. I began gently with my tongue, up and down, causing her to release a small sigh. She guided my head left, then right. I lapped away. Her juices were flowing freely now and my lips and nose were covered with my saliva and her. She tasted better than other women I'd been with and I wondered why. I'd always heard that diet affects these things. I picked up the pace, sucking and running her clitoris over my tongue. She moaned and shook violently as she held my face to her lips. Just as I started to panic from lack of oxygen, she let me go. "Mr. Simms, you're quite good at that," she stated as pulled up her panties and skirt. "Thank you, Ms. Jillian." It was then back to business as usual. She snapped on a pair of blue nitrile gloves and lubed them up. Within about thirty seconds, I was cumming into the beaker. It felt good and all, but I was sad that it was over. I wish it had lasted longer. As I got dressed, she eyed the beaker contents. "You did a good job today, hon. Don't forget to take your pills," she said and kissed me on the cheek. ## Chapter 5 Two weeks had passed. Each day, I took my pills, received my butt injection, and was milked. I'd started noticing some changes. First, there was my sex drive. I just wasn't very horny. I found myself not feeling like going to the daily sessions, but decided I'd better show up to them. The low libido must've been due to all the milkings. Or rather, 'hand jobs'. The word 'milkings' made me a little uncomfortable. It made me feel meek and submissive. Then there was the brain fog. I just couldn't seem to think clearly. My boss told me that my coworkers were complaining about my lack of productivity. I had to admit they were right. I just didn't feel like dealing with any of it. Another oddity was the porn. I couldn't get enough of it. I found myself watching it compulsively most nights after work while the wife was out with her friends. The strange part was that I couldn't get hard. No amount of stroking would do it. One night while masturbating, I was so frustrated that I tried looking up other ways to get off. I found one guide titled "Male Nipple Orgasms". I thought, what the hell, why not? That's when I noticed the strangest thing of all. My nipples. Were they puffier? I was almost certain they were. They were definitely bigger. I found myself pinching them between my fingers. It felt amazing. Before long, my hands were cupping my chest, rubbing and squeezing and pulling. My penis hardened and before long a little dribble of cum oozed out. It was the strangest orgasm I'd ever had. The next day, I noticed people noticing me. Men and women alike seemed to give me a double take. Were they staring at my chest? The first I noticed doing this was Kristen, of all people. I caught her staring at me blankly as I got finished putting my belt on before going to work. I hugged her goodbye and she pushed me off with a disgusted look on her face. "Ew. Don't touch me," she huffed and stomped out of the room. Another day in paradise. Whatever. After my daily session, I told Ms. Jillian about some of my observations. "Aw, it sounds like you're making progress little dear," she cooed. "I think maybe it's time to switch your meds." She handed me another plastic pill bottle. "Go ahead and take one now." I opened the bottle and popped one of its tiny pink pills. Did my brain fog feel a little better? Jillian pat my head. "That's a good boy. You can flush the remaining purple pills. You won't need them anymore. I'll see you tomorrow little boo." ## Chapter 6 I had reached three weeks into my membership when the headaches started. At first they were subtle, but as day after day passed I knew they were getting worse. Were these headaches brought on by Fall allergies? I couldn't recall a previous autumn where I had symptoms like these. I'd always heard that migraines were terrible, but I'd never had them before. Then there was the horniness. Unlike last week, this week I couldn't get enough. I was cumming two or three times a day--a feat I'd not managed since I was a teenager. And, that was in addition to my club sessions. My chest had definitely grown. Tuesday that week, I noticed that my nipples were swollen up and bright red. They felt itchy, but not in a way that scratching would help. Even so, touching them felt amazing. My tired penis would harden up if I just blew at my areolas. I needed to see Ms. Jillian. The thought of her hands caused my nipples to tingle. Noon came and it was time for my lunch break. I hurried to the club and before long was with Ms. Jillian in the exam room. I told her about the strangeness that I'd noticed. "Oh really, sweetie? That's great news. That means you're ready for your next assignment. This week: no cumming." On hands and knees, I looked up at her from the examination bench in shock. "Um, okay," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. "'Ms. Jillian,'" she corrected me sternly. "I've already warned you that there would be consequences for failing to address me properly." Ms. Jillian gave my right butt cheek a hard swat. And again. And again. Then she switched cheeks. As she spanked me, I was determined not to react. It would only encourage her, I thought. But as the spanking kept coming, my ass started to burn. Against my will, I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek. She continued until I started bawling. With that she stopped. My cheeks must have been bright red. She sat down in front of my face and gazed at me affectionately, her anger now gone. "Shh, shh. It's going to be okay," she cooed, mussing my hair. "Don't forget from now on, sweetie." She stroked my face and kissed my forehead. "Now, I'm still going to stroke you today, but no cumming. Also, I have a couple of sexy surprises for you." She wrapped her thumb and index finger around the base of my cock and stroked gently. With her other hand, she caressed and cupped my swollen nipples. "First, I'd like you to spend the night with me for a special session on Friday. I trust this won't be a problem, will it?" I moaned in pleasure as she increased her speed. "No, it shouldn't be a problem Ms. Jillian." "Good boy," she said as she promptly stopped stroking and kissed my head. "Hop up," she said, tapping the floor with her foot. "I have one more sexy little surprise for you." She opened a cabinet and pulled out a pair of pink lace panties. "These are for you, little dear. You're going to wear them until Friday! Aren't they just so cute?" I wasn't really sure how to respond to that. How would I keep this a secret from my wife? I tried to think of some way to get out of it. Before I could respond, she was already pulling my right foot through them. "And, don't they feel so soft and light? Your little friend seems to like the idea of wearing them." I shook my head no. "Ms. Jillian, I can't wear these. What will I tell my wife?" "Hon, you're going to wear them. It's just for a few days. You don't have sex with her anyway, do you?" I blushed. How could she know that? I hadn't said anything about that. "Ah, I see it's true. I suppose these panties won't help you with your intimacy issues. Well, that's not my problem. I'm sure you can keep your dirty little secret for a few days. It's not like you're not already hiding things from her." "But, why do I have to wear them?" I asked. After my spanking, my voice had a whining, whimpering quality to it that simultaneously took my by surprise and annoyed me. "Haven't you figured that out yet, baby doll?" she chided playfully. She seemed to notice and enjoy my self-annoyance. She slid the panties up my legs. She opened a cylindrical pouch in the panties with her finger and slid my hardened penis into it. My purple head poked out the other end of the penis. "The hole in the end is so you can pee. We're not quite done yet. I want you to become unaroused so we can finish putting on your panties." I tried to think about mundane things. The weather, mathematics, work. Before long, I was soft again. "Perfect," she said kneeling down in front of my penis. She quickly pulled the penis tube through another hole in the panties and attached it to something sticky. The end result is that my penis was facing straight down. "There. All done. Let me give you some instructions to help out with bathroom time. First, your penis is being held in a position now such that you'll need to sit to pee. Also, there's a little flap you can unbutton below when you need to make a poopie." She unbuttoned the flap, and tapped my butt hole with her finger. My penis was now hard again, but it was very uncomfortable being held at an awkward angle. She noticed my discomfort. "The pain will help with your assignment to not cum." She pulled me close to her. As her arms wrapped around me, I could feel the warmth of her body. My penis strained in soft prison. "Does this turn you on, hon?" "Yes, Ms. Jillian." "Good," she said, rubbing my sore ass. "You also need to know that the panties are tamper proof. Now that they're on, you won't be able to take them off without them becoming discolored. If it looks like you've been naughty, you'll be dismissed. Understand?" I nodded my head yes as a little whimper escaped my throat. She gave my butt a little squeeze and the session was over. ## Chapter 7 Wednesday and Thursday were really hard. I would carefully shower so as not to get my panties wet, but I had to be quick because my wife was sleeping in the next room. What if she came in while I was showering? I couldn't think of any lie or excuse as to why I was wearing lacy pink panties. During the daytime, the panties caressed my sensitive penis, and I found myself sexualizing almost everyone. I was staring at every butt, gawking at every tit. In the evenings I would watch porn but could do nothing without messing up my pink panties. Instead, I learned that I could touch my nipples and get a little hit of satisfaction. Unfortunately, the headaches were becoming unbearable. I almost called in sick at work on Thursday, but didn't want to raise any alarms with my wife. I was fortunate that she was planning on "spending the weekend with her friends" again and I didn't want to do anything that might disrupt her plans and cause her to consider staying home. What was I thinking? Her plans almost certainly involved sleeping with some man. I was definitely not okay with that. But wasn't I cheating too? I tried not to think about any of it too much: If Kristen had to stay home last minute, my cover would be blown. Ms. Jillian would not forgive me blowing her off after her personal invitation. I'd have to suffer through the headaches quietly for now. My daily sessions with Ms. Jillian had taken a strange turn. She would lay me down on the exam table and carefully inspect my panties for bad behavior. Then, she would cut them off with some shears. My penis would instantly pop out at full attention. "There's my little guy!" she would giggle. Then, she would wipe me down with wet naps and leave the room until my erection went away. Finally, she would replace my panties with a fresh pair. "Maybe just a few strokes?" I suggested during one session. "We wouldn't want you to blow your load, would we dear?" she would reply, pouting her lips and wagging her index finger. Then she would send me off with a slap on the ass. What a cunt. I really needed to cum. Fortunately, Friday was almost here. And, my wife was out of town again. It was perfect. Maybe I could finally get a much needed reprieve. It was finally Friday night. The club's lobby had a large crowd of people. This was only the second time I'd been in the evening, and my first Friday night. There seemed to be two types of people in the room. Some wore business wear and semi formal clothing. Others wore fetish clothing. There seemed to be a mix of men and women in both groups. A topless woman with a black collar around her neck and little black bells hanging from her nipples greeted me. "Hello, sir. May I offer you a drink?" "No drinks for him, Kitten," Ms. Jillian interjected. "I need my little one sober tonight." Kitten raised her tiny hand to her mouth and giggled. "Oh, I see," she said as Ms. Jillian gave me a playful peck on the cheek. "Welcome to the club, Mr. Simms. What do you think?" I surveyed the room. Two collared girls in a tight standing cage were making out by the fireplace. There were an assortment of men and women groping them as they kissed each other passionately. A petite dominatrix in a tight leather corset pulled along by leash a tall, muscular man with a large erect cock behind her. In the center of the room was a large banquet table with various hors d'oeurves. It was quite a sight to see, and I didn't know exactly how to respond. "It's unreal," I said dumbly. "Everyone's first time is overwhelming. You'll have time to explore everyone some other time. Tonight, you're coming with me," said Ms. Jillian, winking sensuously. "Take off your clothes. Except your girlie pink panties." I blushed as I removed my jacket, shirt and slacks. Kitten giggled again as she took my garments and placed them in a locker by the door. "Ms. Jillian, may I touch his butt?" asked Kitten. "Of course, Kit. Go ahead. His cock and nipples are mine, though." Kitten wrapped her arms around me from behind as her little fingers caressed my ass and abs. "Mmmm.. I like how he feels Ms. Jillian. You're so lucky." "I know, Kit. Unfortunately, you won't be able to try him out. He's special," winked Ms. Jillian. "Oh, I see Ms. Jillian," said Kitten nodding her cat ears up and down sagely as she eyed my panties. "Be a dear, Kit, and tell Erica and Katie to come by later." "Yes, Ms. Jillian," Kitten said as she curtseyed her too-short skirt and I noticed something shiny and metallic underneath. Before I could identify it, she lowered her skirt and pattered off. Ms. Jillian wrapped her arm around my lower back and led me down the hall. A group of women and at least one guy catcalled at me as we left the room. There were many more sounds coming from the rooms today. Moaning, heavy breathing, wet noises, smacking noises. Every room appeared to be full. We came to the end of the hall to a closed door and stopped. "Go on in," she said, opening the door and smacking my butt playfully. Surprised, I scampered forward into Ms. Jillian's bedroom. It was an expansive sea of purple carpet and red highlights. In the center of the room was an oversized heart-shaped bed with silken red sheets. Bondage gear was everywhere. Two large cages, a table rack, a cross, several hooks hanging down from the ceiling. On one wall were an assortment of dragon tails and floggers. The adjacent corner held several queening chairs, clearly meant for a group session. In awe, I turned to Ms. Jillian. "Are you ready for something kinky?" she asked invitingly. I eagerly nodded my head yes. "Yes, Ms. Jillian." That was what all this was about. Some kind of weird bondage / BSDM thingie. I would play the part of the submissive, I guessed. She walked to the bathroom, the edges of her leather skirt swishing underneath her tight ass. "Come with me, slave." Yep. That was it. I felt a sense of relief knowing that we were probably about to fuck. Inside the bathroom, she knelt in front of me with a pair of scissors. With a little snip, my panties were off. "Your little pee-pee has really shrunk, hasn't it? So pokey and cute," she said. She gave the tip of my penis a playful peck. I looked down. To my horror, it had. I hadn't even noticed. It wasn't just shrinkage, either. My penis had grown fully erect from her kiss, but it was overall shorter in length and smaller in girth. It had to be fifty percent smaller at least. Ms. Jillian looked up and pouted teasingly at me. "I just want to put a little bow on it." With that, she stood up and ran the bath water, dropping in a pink bubble bath bomb. "Get in." I felt vulnerable and weak. My headache had returned and it worse than it had ever been. Had my penis really shrunk? Was it permanent? The thought gave me a chill. I felt so turned on, but I was terrified that I was making irreversible decisions that I would later regret. I resolved that I'd better put a stop to this. "Um, Ms.--" "Now, slave!" she said as she swatted my ass. Uncertain how best to respond right now, I let Ms. Jillian decide for me. I obeyed and quickly lay in the bathtub. Ms. Jillian washed me with a fragrant, pink bar of soap, her tightly held breasts hovering above me. She drained the water and lathered me with shaving cream. Before long every bit of facial and body hair was removed. She even epilated my ass. Then, she rubbed a flowery lotion all over my body and face. My skin was tingling all over. "I have a special treat for you tonight, slave," she said, opening the door back into the bedroom. ## Chapter 8 In the bedroom stood the two collared women from the lobby. "Slave, I'd like to introduce you to Katie and Erica. They also belong to me. They've been members of the club for a year." Katie smirked at me, clearly amused by my hairless body. Erica rubbed her ass and whispered something in her ear. Both girls had red, bushy fox tails hanging behind them and black collars locked around their necks. Like me, they were completely shaven. Their pussies were glistening wet from their earlier lovemaking in the lobby. Katie held a tray draped over by a black sheet. "Assume your milking position, slave." Enthused at the prospect of cumming soon, I got on my hands and knees and stared at the dark gray carpet in front of me. Katie set the tray down in my sight. "Tonight's a special night for you slave. First, let me ask you a question. Do you want to be my little submissive pet just like Katie and Erica?" "Yes, Ms. Jillian." "Good. From now on, I will be your mistress and you will be my slave." I smelled the leather of a cold, thick collar being wrapped around my neck. A chill ran down my spine and my nipples suddenly felt heavy below me. With a click, the collar was locked in place underneath me. Ms. Jillian ran her hand down my back to my ass and pet it reassuringly. "Show my new slave her reward." Katie removed the sheet revealing a mirror with a purple, penis-shaped dildo mounted to it. In the reflection, I saw my eyes widen in horror as it dawned on me what was going to happen next. "Kiss it." I lean forward and brush my lips against the head. "No, kiss it, slave." To my surprise, the young effeminate submissive in the mirror gave the cock a kiss. "Good, now lick it." She then stuck her tongue out and lapped at the head of the penis. "That's a good girl. You'll make an excellent slave. Now, wrap your mouth around it and give it the blow job you wished that I would have given you. I suspect that you're starting to understand now how that will never happen. Aren't you?" She was completely correct, I discovered. The little slave girl in the mirror stared at me wide-eyed and in horror as she sucked at the dildo. I saw Katie sit down next to me to plays with my nipples. Erica giggled, amused at the sight of my fate. To my surprise, the dildo hardened and pulsed in my mouth. I pulled my head back in surprise. It was some kind of realistic sex toy. Erica responded by grabbing my collar and hair and thrusting my face forward. I gagged as the cock touched the back of my throat. At that moment, the dildo spasmed and released a sweet liquid into my mouth. It was warm and sticky and had the flavor and consistency of a cobbler. The liquid kept coming until I choked and gagged on it. My headache seemed to dissipate in response to the liquid. But my horniness increased dramatically. I wanted nothing more than to suck it some more. The surging mental clarity that rushed over me was incredible. Erica lifted my head off the dildo. Purple goop ran down my mouth and chin. I was humiliated, horny, desperate. "Is that better?" asked Ms. Jillian, as she wrapped her fingers around my throat. "Yes, mistress." My dick was now quivering, desperate for attention. I had a feeling that if someone would just touch it, I would explode. "You sucked that cock like you've done it a thousand times before. Girls, come love your mistress." ## Chapter 9 As if she'd been waiting for this moment, Erica hopped up and passionately kissed Ms. Jillian. Our mistress moaned with pleasure and played with Erica's breasts. Katie grabbed me by my collar to Ms. Jillian's waist. She lifted my head under our mistress's skirt cruelly slapped my ass. "Pleasure her, slave," she commanded as she shoved my face into Ms. Jillian's pussy. My tongue found her clit and quickly went to work. Mistress moaned in ecstasy as my tongue circled her sensitive clit. My skin tingled from goose flesh as Katie's warm hand rubbed my naked back. "That's it. You're doing great. Good girl," Katie whispered in my ear as she patted my ass. Above me, I could hear Erica kiss and suckle at Mistress's nipples. A strange sensation came over me. Here I was, being held in place and forced to perform sexual acts. And yet, I felt so safe and secure. I could feel the warmth of Mistress's and Erica's bodies around me. Katie's reassuring words and hands only reinforced my sense of belonging. "Almost there, girlie," Katie whispered. Mistress was panting uncontrollably and grinding her hips into my face. With one final push, Katie cruelly held my face to Mistress. I started to panic from lack of air. Even so, I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I sucked and swirled my tongue around Mistress's clit as she spasmed uncontrollably. She wailed in pleasure and convulsed. Mistress came hard on my face. "So good, girls. Thank you. Join me on the bed." Erica helped Mistress into the bed as Katie attached a medium length chain to my collar and the headboard. I slid under the covers next to my Mistress as Katie and Erica made out next to us. I could feel their warm sweaty bodies and ice cold feet as they made love to each other. Mistress pulled me by my collar to her breasts. I looked longingly at them. They were still damp from Erica's earlier use. "I know you've wanted these for a while. Go on." With a couple of gentle tugs, I found myself sucking her nipples. Mistress stroked my hair cooed me lovingly. "Such a good girl. Go to sleep now." One of the girls spooned me from behind, her breasts touching my back and her wet pussy rubbing against my butt. She reached around me and played with my nipples as I sucked at Mistress's. The lights went out and the hum of a noise generator started. In that moment of warmth and contentedness, I forgot how horny I was. I belonged. I was safe. My dick softened as my consciousness faded. ## Chapter 10 The next morning I awoke in Ms. Jillian's bed wrapped in her red velour blankets. My head was pounding again. The smell of perfume mingled with sex combined with the warm, soft blankets filled my mind with naughty thoughts. I reached over for Ms. Jillian and found she was missing. So were Erica and Katie. They must have woken earlier. The bedside table held some unmentionables and a note which read, "Get dressed and come visit me in my office. No touching, I'll know! - J". The note was clearly referring to the matching set of white lace bra and panties on the table. I rolled my eyes. More role-playing? Last night with the shaving, the breast play, and the cock sucking was more than enough for me. I slid the panties on. It was weird because this was the first time I'd done so by myself. The fragile lace slipping up my smooth, hairless legs was quite arousing. Between that and general morning wood, I had to focus on decreasing my tiny erection before I could put my penis into its sleeve. Then there was the bra. I've never put on a bra before. It took me more than a few minutes to put it on. At first I fumbled trying to hook it behind my back. Then I tried to hook it and slide it one over my head. That was awkward and unsuccessful. Finally, I was able to hook it in front of me, then turn it around in front. I walked over to the full length mirror on the other side of the bed. I couldn't believe my eyes. In front of me stood a young woman in lingerie. Her breasts were mid-sized, her hair shoulder length. Around her neck was a black leather collar and a tiny pink lock. My dick-- cruelly trapped in its downward facing sleeve--immediately hardened at the sight. I needed to cum badly. I decided it would be best to find Ms. Jillian before I ruined my panties. I looked around the room and noticed a door next to the queening chairs labeled "Office". "Well, good morning Mr. Simms," Ms. Jillian greeted me as I entered her office from its back door. "I wanted to check in with you. Are you enjoying your membership?" Still fighting my erection, I carefully considered the question. I was so incredibly horny having not cum in some days. Further, the previous night's activities were fresh on my mind and dry on my face. My need for release had never been so high. "Well, um, yes Ms. Jillian. I am--" I started to stammer. "'Mistress', Mr. Simms," she interrupted. "Excuse me?" I ask. "You will address me as Mistress from now on. That's your assignment for this week and also a rule from now on. Understand, slave?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good," she stated. "Now, you were saying dear?" "I am," I start and pause to carefully consider my words. "Well, um, I guess I'm very horny Mistress. When do you think I'll get to have sex?" Mistress arched her eyebrows and leaned forward to me. "Honey, you will not be fucking anyone. You've been identified as sissy gendered and I'm afraid that fucking is completely off the table for you. Sissies don't fuck. That's standard." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought of last night as fun and games, but Mistress--err, Jillian--seemed sincere. Angry, I shove my chair back and stood up. "That's not fair. I'm a full member, and I thought that I'd get to fuck if I did everything that was asked of me." I was fuming now. No sex at home, and now not even sex here at a "sex" club. "Now, dear, please don't get upset. Have a seat and try to relax." "No, I won't. If I don't get to have sex, I'll quit!" I yelled, stomping my feet. Dressed in lingerie, I felt ridiculous even as I did so. Jillian laughed at me and I blushed. "Honey, remember the terms of your agreement. If you quit you would be failing to completely cooperate. You be barred from the club forever. Period. Besides, last night you seemed to be enjoying yourself. I think you like being a girl." At that, my penis bucked against its lace prison. I considered what she was telling me. No way, I wasn't a sissy. I liked girls. I was enjoying myself the previous night because I thought it would lead to fucking one or more of the gorgeous women who were with me. What straight man would feel otherwise? "I can see you liked that. Do you like being a little girl, honey? Come here," she commanded as she unbuttoned her blouse. I cautiously approached her as she smiles and pats her lap. The feeling of belonging washed over me again as I sat in between her legs and her breasts rubbed against my back. "Do you need a milking, hon?" she asked wrapping her slender hand around my collared neck. "Yes," I admitted, my face turning red from shame. "First you'll need to take your medicine." She pressed a button and spoke into a speaker. "Kit, please come in." The front office door opened and Kitten entered. She was completely nude, aside for a black leather collar and some thigh straps. Hanging between her legs was a metal chastity device. To my surprise, she was a 'he'--or rather, she used to be a 'he': Kitten had no testicles. In her hands was a tray with the familiar purple dildo from last night. She smiled at me, knowingly, as she placed the tray in front of me. Her eyes seemed to be saying, "You're next." The dildo pointed up at me tauntingly. "Go on," instructed Mistress. I gave the cock a timid kiss then gently sucked at it. It didn't seem so strange this time, sucking the cock. It brought back thoughts of the previous night and how submissive I had been. I also remember how good I felt after the cock 'came' in my mouth. That thought spurred me on. Even so, I found I had to work harder this time. My mouth slid up and down the shaft as the cock pulsed inside. I thought to try pleasuring the sensitive spot underneath the head. That usually makes me cum. At that moment, it shot its warm goop into my mouth. Mistress held my head firmly in place as I swallowed it all. Just like last night, my headache dissipated but I was extremely aroused. "Good girl. That wasn't so bad, was it? Time for your reward." She slid a nitrile glove on her left hand and lubed up it up. "Kit, will you remove her panties?" Grabbing some scissors from Mistress's desk, Kitten cut off my tamper proof panties to reveal my engorged, but now petite cock. "I just can't believe how tiny she's become," Mistress stated matter-of- factly. "She's almost as small as you, isn't she Kit?" Kitten's face blushed, but she giggled nonetheless. "Yes, Mistress, she's become very small. I don't think she'd be able to fuck girls anymore, even if she was allowed to." I hung my head in humiliation and gazed sadly my tiny penis. Mistress cleared her throat. "Whose little slut are you?" she asked, her right hand fondling my nipples under my bra. I hesitated a moment. Not sure how to proceed. "You know how to answer, sissy. Admit it," Kitten intoned forcefully. "I'm Mistress's little slut," I concede, both defeated and horny. To this she stroked my penis a couple of times between her thumb and middle finger. "Good girl. Slave, repeat: I love being Mistress's slutty little girl." "I love being Mistress's slutty little girl." She stroked me again. "Continue repeating, sissy." "I love being Mistress's slutty little girl. I love being Mistress's slutty little girl. I love, I--" I break off crying as I cum all over myself. I melt into her firm arms. "Continue," she instructed through hot breath on my ear. "I love being Mistress's slutty little girl." ## Afterword The autumn sun was starting to set when Kristen arrived home on Saturday afternoon. She had come home early from Matthew's place after he had been called to the hospital for an emergency. Being a surgeon, he sometimes had to do that. That's one of the things she loved about him. He saved people's lives. As the garage door opened, she noticed that her husband's car was missing and thought it unusual. He was usually home at this hour on Saturday. Where could he be? He didn't usually go out much, especially on Saturdays. Unlike Matthew, he wasted most of his time doing childish things--TV shows, video games and the like. She never caught him doing it, but she just knew that he masturbated and looked at porn when she was gone. She tried not to think too hard about what kind of porn her husband watched. Given how uninterested he seemed in her, she wouldn't be surprised if he wanked off to gay porn. Gross. Just thinking about it sickened her. Still, she didn't know for sure. She'd tried checking his computer from time-to-time, but it was always locked. Her husband was in IT and she dared not mess with his computer too much. He might have some safeguard for detecting intrusion attempts. She opened the car door and stepped out. As she stood, she could feel Matthew's cum still wet in her panties from their afternoon activities. She went down the driveway to get the mail and noticed a stain on her leggings. Between the stain and her messy panties, she decided she'd better do a 'rushed laundry load' so that her husband wouldn't have an opportunity to notice. There's no way he would miss that if he did the laundry tomorrow. She opened the mailbox. It contained the usual. Some adverts, some bills, and also something unusual: a decorative pink envelope which was addressed to her. The letter face was hand-written with a feminine script and had no return address. Intrigued, she put the junk back in the mailbox and opened the envelope. As she scanned the text, her eyes grew wide and her heart began to pound inside her chest. --- Dear Ms. Simms, I know how unhappy you've been for the last few years. You love your husband, but you find him an unfulfilling man. You desire adventure and boldness, but he settles for comfort of a 9-5 job, video games, and food. Further, he's too timid in bed. He approaches you for sex, but he doesn't build up to it. He doesn't pursue you. Even in the past when you had a sex life with him, you were always the one who had to take the lead. He just wants to get off. You resent him for it. The anger you feel and the hole in your heart has led you to search elsewhere for happiness. Yes. I know all about Matthew. I know how happy he makes you and I also know how guilty you feel for feeling that happiness. What a mess of emotion. I want to help you find some peace. I'd like to ask you to take a risk that might change your life for the better and maybe help you heal some of the scars you've accumulated in your marriage. Will you meet with me for dinner at Chez Catherine downtown at 7:30pm on Thursday? Finally, I know that this letter implies some things that make you uncomfortable. I want to assure you that you are safe. If you don't show up on Thursday, you have my assurance that you will not hear from me again. No questions asked. I hope to see you soon. Ms. Jillian --- Tears ran down Kristen's cheeks as she lowered the letter. She walked up the driveway, her mind full of questions, and her heart full of emotion. End Part 1