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Kit stood in front of the brownstone building, looking up at the entrancedoor with trepidation. She had been standing outside for more than fifteenminutes, gathering the nerve to ring the door bell.
She glanced down at the scrap of newspaper she had seen in the morning news.
Are you missing something in your life?
For a life changing experience
Contact Melanie
312 Stone Street
Discreet inquiries only
Kit really didn't know why the ad had attracted her. As a successful model,she had much of what most women envied: fame, fortune and extremely good looks.Her short, blonde hair gave her an almost boyish look but her body from theneck down disproved that notion quickly. A firm 36C with narrow waist and beautifullong legs, Kit was much in demand by such agencies that handled Victoria'sSecret, Neiman Marcus, Nordstrom, and Abercrombie & Fitch. She had beenincluded in last year's issue of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue andhad received so much fan mail that the agency had hired a half dozen peopleto respond with copies of her autographed picture.
Still she felt unfulfilled. Her current significant other, Ray, was kind andgenerous but a rather unexciting lover. Despite their frequent love-making,Kit yearned for the type of orgasm she read about in romantic novels: the mind-blowing,scream producing sensations that signaled the maximum orgasmic achievement.
She returned the scrap of paper to her purse and smoothed her short, blackwool skirt. Running her fingers through her short hair, she climbed the stepsto the brownstone and rang the door bell.
After a short pause, the door opened and Kit was faced with an attractiveyoung brunette dressed in a white T-shirt, running shorts and sandals.
?Hi! Can I help you??
?Uh. . .yes. . .I'm here in response to the ad in this morning paper. My nameis Kit Mu. . .?
?Whoa! No last names, please! At least until we have a chance to talk further.Come on in. My husband is busy right now, but you and I can visit. My nameis Melanie. Come this way, Kit.?
Kit followed the attractive woman through a short hallway into a large livingarea, charmingly furnished with soft, comfortable chairs and couches. A smallfire burned in a fireplace and Melanie chose a seat next to it, indicatingthat Kit should take the one facing her on the other side.
?I'm pleased that you responded to our advertisement, Kit. We don't oftenresort to that means to secure new members but we've recently sustained a dropin membership and my husband, Dax, felt that it was worth a try.?
?Membership?? Kit replied. ?I wasn't aware that this was a club. What do youdo here??
?Before I get into that, Kit, tell me a little bit about yourself. What wereyou looking for when you decided to respond to our advertisement??
?Well, I'm not really sure. I have a very successful business life and mypersonal life . . .well, it lacks a little something. I hoped that you mightprovide me with an experience that would enhance that aspect of my being.?
?How do you feel about bondage? Torture? The sadistic/masochistic lifestyle??
?Wow! I don't know! Of course, I've fantasized from time to time, but I'venever experienced anything like that! Is that what you do??
?In a manner of speaking. We have a small organization that meets once eachmonth where our members engage in various role-playing situations that involvethose aspects that I have mentioned. We call ourselves the Sanctuary. The groupis roughly divided 50-50 between men and women and their ages run from themiddle twenties to 55. Our membership is confidential and we take great painsto keep it that way. It includes professionals, top business executives andartists. May I ask what you do for a living? .?
?I'm a model.?
?I could have guessed that,? Melanie smiled. ?You may want to consider thepossibility that participating in our sessions could possibly interfere withyour profession. While we make certain that nothing that happens can permanentlyinjure anyone, some of our members do carry the marks of their involvementfor several days after our meetings.?
?Could I attend one of your meetings??
?Only if you decide to become a member. As I said, we take great pains tomake sure that our membership remains completely confidential. We have an initiationfee of $3,000. and our monthly dues are $500.?
?That's a lot of money!? Kit exclaimed.
?Yes, the initiation fee is high on purpose. A few of our new initiates havesecond thoughts after their first meeting and the fee is to encourage themnot to quit. After they have attended several of our sessions, we find thatthey become more than willing partakers.?
?I'd like to think it over, if I may.?
?Of course, we would want you to be certain before you submitted your application.Our next meeting is the weekend after next. If you decide that you would liketo join, your initiation would take place at that time.?
?Gosh, you're giving me goose bumps!? Kit exclaimed.
?I don't want to scare you, Kit, but you really need to think seriously aboutthis.?
?I will. And, thank you for your time.?
?Not at all. I'm delighted to have met you.?
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Kit agonized over her visit with Melanie all week, blowing hot and cold overthe prospect of joining the club. The weekend with Ray helped make up her mind.
After a candlelight dinner, Ray returned with Kit to her apartment and beganto hug and kiss her. The wine Kit had consumed at dinner had really gottenher in the proper frame of mind and she found herself responding vigorouslyto Ray's attention. Quickly they were in bed with each other and Ray mountedher without hesitation. With a few quick strokes he spilled his seed insideher and rolled over, breathing heavily.
Tears formed in Kit's eyes as she turned away from Ray, frustrated by hislack of concern for her pleasure. When Ray got up and left thirty minutes later,Kit was resolved to call Melanie the next day.
?Melanie?? Its Kit. I've thought it over and I would like to join the club.Can I bring my check to your next meeting??
?That would be fine, Kit. I'm glad you decided to join us. I believe you willfind the experience unlike anything you've ever felt before.?
?I'm sure of that, Melanie! That's why I decided to join.?
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The following weekend seemed to take a month to arrive, but Kit finally foundherself in front of the brownstone Friday evening at 8:00 P.M. Her knock onthe door was responded to by Melanie. Unlike the T-shirt and shorts she hadworn at their first meeting, she was draped in a beautiful white silk gownthat buttoned at her throat and extended all the way to the floor. Sleevelessand slit down the side, it exposed her small but firm breasts when she turnedto let Kit through the door.
?Here's my check,? Kit said. ?I have to tell you; I'm very nervous!?
?As to be expected, Kit. Come on, I'll get you changed!?
Melanie led Kit down the hall toward the back of the brownstone and into asmall dressing area, equipped with steel lockers.
?You can put your clothes in any of these that aren't locked. There shouldbe a gown in there for you to wear. Be sure that that is the only item of clothingyou have on when you are finished. I'll wait for you in the living room wherewe first met. There are some things we need to go over before you join therest of the group.?
Kit opened the locker door and saw a pale blue robe, similar to the one Melaniewas wearing hanging inside. Nervously, she removed her own suit, blouse, braand panties and slipped the robe over her shoulders. The only fastener shefound was at her throat and when she took a step, the gown parted and revealedher naked body. Kit had never been shy about revealing her body when posingfor pictures, but somehow this seemed quite different. She felt a sense ofarousal as she surveyed herself before a full length mirror. Still tan froma recent swimsuit shot in Cancun, Mexico, the pale blue robe accentuated herbody. When she turned sideways, she breathed in sharply as a full view of herbreast could be seen through the large arm-hole.
Breathing deeply, Kit left the dressing area and returned to the living area.She was surprised to find a man seated next to Melanie, dressed in a blacksilk robe just like the one she and Melanie wore. Kit thought he was quitehandsome with blazing blue eyes and dark hair. A pencil thin mustache gracedhis upper lip but he had not succumbed to the popular ?Fu-Man-Chu? look thatso many of today's men wore. He stood when Kit entered the room, smiling andextended his hand.
?Hello, Kit, I'm Melanie's husband, Dax. Welcome to the Sanctuary.?
?Thanks! I think!?
Kit was a little taken back by the size of Dax. Although she stood a tall5'10?, Dax was at least a head taller. His powerful body was evident even coveredby the gown and his muscular arms caused a little internal tremor in Kit. Wordlessly,he motioned for her to sit across from the two of them.
?First, let me get some information from you, Kit. Is there anyone we cancall in case you are unable to, in the faint possibility of an unlikely eventthat would require outside assistance??
?Well, no, not really. I have no family here. My only sister lives in Clevelandand I haven't talked to her in over a year. Is that really necessary? You'rescaring me a bit!?
?No! No! No!? exclaimed Dax. ?This is just a little formality that we askall of our members. You've signed the waiver absolving us of any liabilityso there's no concern there. Some have given us phone numbers of relativesor friends but many have not. It's simply up to you.?
?OK, then, no, I don't have anyone.?
?Alright. Now, have you ever been treated for any sexually transmitted diseases?Have you been tested for HIV??
?No! NO! Golly, no!?
?Good! Now, our meetings generally last until late Sunday afternoons. Willthat pose a problem in any way with you??
?No, I planned to be here the entire weekend. There's nothing to prevent mefrom doing so.?
?Good! Now, finally, we ask our new members to play the role of submissivetheir first time here. Whether you remain that way in future meetings willbe up to you, but we feel like anyone who wishes to be a dominant must be awareof the emotions that a submissive experiences during each session. With thatin mind, we have some additional attire for you to wear.?
Dax stood and Kit saw that he held a small black bag in his hand. When heopened it, he took out several strips of black leather with shiny rings sewninto it.
?Let me have your hands, Kit,? he said as he took one of the leather strapsin his hand. Kit watched patiently as he placed the strap around her rightwrist, locking it tightly with a small lock. The steel rings were on each sideof her wrist. As Kit inspected the first strap, Dax placed the second on herleft wrist.
?Now, for your ankles,? he said, as he knelt at her bare feet. Lifting hergown slightly, he placed a strap around each of her ankles just like he haddone to her wrists. Kit began to feel strangely aroused while she stared downat her two encased ankles.
?I have one more,? Dax remarked, ? but you'll have to unfasten your gown.?
Stunned for a moment, Kit hesitated but then reached up and unclipped thegown at her neck. Melanie reached over her shoulders from her back and pulledthe gown apart, exposing Kit completely. Dax calmly took the last strip ofleather and circled Kit's neck with it until it fit snugly against her flesh.A dog leash was taken from the small black bag and clipped to one of the steelrings that had been mounted in the front of the collar.
?You look marvelous!? Dax exclaimed as he stepped back and stared at Kit. ?Readyto join our group??
?If I don't move soon, I'm going to faint right here,? Kit grinned, pullingthe robe closed and fastening it at her neck. She could feel the leash brushingagainst her breasts and the sensation quickened her breathing. She was sureshe was blushing as a slight tremor ran through her body. Fear of the unknownwas an aphrodisiac that Kit had never experienced before.
?Let's go then!? Melanie exclaimed, grasping Kit by the arm. The two womenfollowed Dax out of the room and down the hallway.
At the end of the hall was a door leading into a large room where as manyas two dozen people were assembled. With drink glasses in their hands, theywere joking and laughing as they visited with each other. All were dressedin gowns of different colors and Kit couldn't help but notice that every oneof them were quite attractive.
?Your attention, people!? Melanie cried. The group hushed and turned towardthe trio curiously.
?This is Kit, our newest member. Please introduce yourselves and make herwelcome. She will be a submissive tonight, of course. Remember your first nightat the club and treat her accordingly.?
Several of the people rushed toward Kit, smiling, and extended their hand.Kit noticed that some of the women and a couple of the men wore leather strapsaround their wrists just as she wore. A woman named Alice seemed particularlyattentive and escorted Kit to the bar where a naked woman was dispensing cocktails.Needing some fortification, Kit ordered Vodka on the rocks and drank it downquickly. The warmth of the alcohol steadied her somewhat and she asked foranother.
?Careful, sweetheart,? Alice advised. ?You don't want to get drunk. That wouldspoil everyone's fun.?
The two drinks seemed to have a calming effect on Kit and she was soon laughingand joking with everyone as if she had been a part of the club for some time.The real purpose of the club seemed to be forgotten as she mixed and mingledwith everyone, just as if she were simply at a cocktail party.
?The dungeon is ready!? Dax announced. ?Whenever you wish, you may proceedwith the meeting.?
Some of the people began to make their way out of the room. One of the menwho Kit had struck up a conversation with came to her and grasp her arm gently.
?Care to join me, Kit??
Kit stared up at his gray eyes and immediately felt overwhelmed. Her kneesgrew weak and her heart began to beat rapidly. This was the point of no returnfor her.
?Alright. . .? she replied.
?Alright, master,? he instructed.
?Yes. Yes! Alright, Master!? Kit involuntarily bowed her head and thoughtabout curtsying but decided that it would be too much too soon.
The man, whom Kit remembered introduced himself as George, reached betweenthe folds of her gown and took the leash that hung from her collar. Smiling,he led her from the room and into the hallway.
The rest of the group were descending a stairway and George led Kit the sameway. At the foot of a long series of winding steps, Kit found herself in aroom larger than the one they had just left. The walls were covered with stoneand imbedded in the stone were rings, chains and other means of restraint.The lighting was indirect and subdued. The room seemed especially warm to Kitand a sheen of perspiration formed on her flesh. Glancing about, she saw severalpieces of equipment that startled her: Pillars, posts, crosses, racks and tablesequipped with leather straps. There was even a medieval rack, complete withturnbuckle at one end. A roaring fire that Kit realized was causing so muchheat was blazing in a pit near the center of the room, casting eerie shadows.The effect was almost hypnotic on Kit and she scarcely realized that Georgewas leading her toward a steel tripod near the fire pit.
As she stood beneath the tripod, she felt her arms lifted high over her head.Looking up, she watched as George attached her wrists to clips hanging fromthe top. Her toes could barely touch the floor when he had finished and shelooked at him in dismay. Calmly, he bent down and spread her legs apart untilhe could fasten the straps around her ankles to the lower part of two legsof the tripod. Upon doing so, Kit's gown opened wide, exposing her naked bodythat glistened in the flickering light.
Anxious, Kit reddened at her sudden nakedness but no one seemed to be concernedwith her besides George. When he reached up to her neck and unclasped her gown,she hung in all of her glory before her new master.
Without speaking, George folded the gown and placed it in a chest next toone of the walls. While he was doing so, Kit saw several of the women beingstrapped to specially built chairs that spread their legs wide apart and liftedtheir bodies up, exposing their sex in a most lewd manner. Most of the groupwere removing their robes and pursuing their agenda without regard to others.
George came back and grasped Kit's head, pulling it forward toward his own.His lips met hers and a deep kiss started her heart to beat rapidly. She couldfeel his naked flesh press against hers and his rock-hard cock pushed againsther thigh. His hand reached down and cupped her left breast, stroking it gentlyand lightly pinching her nipple. Kit was breathing hard now and a little moanescaped her lips as his hand traced softly down her stomach to brush againstthe soft hair of her pubis. Kit wanted him to fuck her so bad, she could screambut she held back nervously.
?You are my slave, Kit,? he whispered softly. ?Before we leave, you will bebegging me to fuck you. You will open your body up to me with whatever orificeI demand. Whenever I command you to do something, you will do it without hesitation.Do you understand??
?Yes. . .?, Kit sighed. She was certain that her pussy was dripping her juiceson the floor beneath her.
?You were to respond ?Yes, Master'?, George replied. ?For that oversight,you must be punished!?
?I'm sorry, Master! Please don't punish me! Fuck me instead!?
?Hush, you little whore! I will decide when and what to do with you! For yourimpertinence, you will receive ten strokes of the whip! After each one, youwill tell me what number it is and thank me. Then you will ask for the nextone to be harder.?
?Oh, God, Master, I can't! Please don't do this! I want to quit! I want togo home!?
?Its too late for that, you little bitch! More of your whining and I willincrease the punishment! Now, don't forget to call out the number! If you don't,we'll start all over again!?
George disappeared behind Kit and she began to tremble in anticipation ofthe pain she knew would soon follow. She could see other men plunging theircocks into restrained women and even one who was fuck the ass of a young manbent over a low bench. The orgy was in full sway but Kit was the only one whowas about to be tortured.
George had selected a long, fiberglass rod that tapered to a point and wasextremely flexible. Pencil thin, the weapon could inflict severe pain but wouldnot damage the flesh permanently. He returned to face Kit who was now tremblinguncontrollably.
?Please,? she whispered. ?Don't whip me! I'll do anything you want if youwon't whip me!?
?You'll do anything I want anyway, my dear. You need a lesson in obedienceto make you a better slave.? George reached up and cupped Kit's breast, lightlypinching her nipple and stroking her stomach with the whip. Kit moaned in acombination of terror and desire. Her nipples grew larger and harder and, toher amazement, her pussy became sopping wet. The entire situation was so bizarre,the eroticism overwhelmed her. Around her an orgy was in full progress andhere she hung, naked, her voluptuous body about to receive ten lashes thatwere certain to render her a screaming, quaking, compliant servant to a manshe had met only hours before.
George gave her a long, lingering kiss that sent shivers through her bodybefore disappearing behind her. Kit tried to brace herself for what she thoughtwas coming.
The whistling sound of the whip swished a fraction of a second before herlower back exploded in pain. Kit gasped as her body surged forward and herbrain tried to absorb the unbearable pain. Nausea swept over her and she swallowedseveral times to keep from throwing up. She shook her head in disbelief, wonderinghow she could ever suffer nine more strokes.
Remembering George's admonition, Kit called out in a croaky voice, ?One! Thankyou, Master! Please make the next stroke harder!?
The second came, landing just below where her butt cheeks joined her thighs.Once again, Kit's body surged forward and began to shake uncontrollably. Acry came from her throat and tears began to stream down her cheeks. She beganto sweat heavily and fought to get her breath.
?Two . . .,? she whispered, ?Thank you, Master. . .Oh, God!. . .Please makethe next one harder. . .?
A long period followed and Kit began to wonder if George had taken pity onher and stopped the punishment. Her breathing returned to normal and the painslowly dissipated. Without warning, the whip sliced again across her butt cheeks,sending her once again in a paroxysm of agony. Unable to control herself, Kitscreamed at the top of her lungs while she shook vainly in hope of lesseningthe burning fire that stoked her body. She began to sob hysterically.
?Oh, God! Please! I can't stand it! You're killing me! Oh, God!?
?Shall I start over, Kit?? the voice behind her asked, softly.
?No! NO! OH, GOD! THREE! THREE! THANK YOU, MASTER! OH, GOD!?
?And??
?Oh, God! Please,(sob) Master(sob), make the next one(sob) harder. . .ohhhh,jesus.?
Through tear-filled eyes, Kit saw Melanie and Dax standing before her. Melanie,naked, save for a small triangle of leather covering her sex that was suspendedby a silver chain around her waist, and Dax, clothed only on a small thong.From the narrow strip at his waist hung a whip.
Several of the other members had stopped what they were doing and had gatheredto watch Kit's torment. Kit fought to control herself, embarrassed that shewas behaving so pathetically.
The whip struck again and once more Kit's body exploded in manifestation ofher anguish.
?AAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!? she screamed. Her body began to buck so hard it threatenedto tear her arms from her shoulders. She tossed her head about hysterically,snot running from her nose. Her tits were flying in all directions but Kitwas only aware of the unbelievable agony coursing through her body.
She tried to speak but only coughing noises came from her throat. Frantic,she tried even harder.
?Fo. . .Fo. . .Four!? she stammered. Was it only the fourth? Surely she hadlost count and George had started over again. ?Tha. . .Thank . .you. . .Master!? Hertongue was not working properly as she tried to mouth the loathsome phrase.Swallowing hard, she groaned. ?Please make the next one harder.?
George paused for a while, allowing Kit to recover a bit. She saw that theentire membership had stopped what they were doing and had gathered to watchher punishment. Two of the men were openly masturbating and several of thewomen were squeezing their breasts and rubbing their nipples with far awaylooks in their eyes. Suddenly, Kit became conscious of a growing sensationwithin her unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The pain becamesomething to seek, not to run from. It was cleansing her from all of the pretensionsshe had accumulated through the years. She had found her niche. She was a slave,open to whatever use anyone wished to make of her. She raised her head andnodded at Melanie, a faint smile on her lips.
When the whip struck her again, she didn't cry out. Instead she grunted fromthe force of the blow and thrust her body forward in a defiant reaction thatwas an erotic display of submission. Her eyes were blazing while sweat drippedfrom her flesh. Proudly, she uttered the words, ?Five! Thank you, Master! Pleasemake the next one harder!?
Instead, George dropped the whip and walked around to face Kit. Wrapping hisarms around her, he kissed her hard and long. Then he said softly, ?You haveperformed admirably, Slave Kit! There is no further need for punishment tonight.You have earned your pleasure!?
George grasped her breasts and began to rub them gently, tweaking her nipplesuntil they became hard as rocks. When he slipped his cock into her wet pussy,Kit immediately had an orgasm. George continued to fuck her while she was hangingby her wrists until both he and Kit groaned in a simultaneous climax.
She was released from the tripod and carried to a table that consisted offour narrow boards, hinged at the middle. Each board held one of her extremitiesand they were quickly fastened so that she couldn't move. Her lower extremitieshung over the edge of the table and her legs were spread wide apart. The womanAlice bent over her and began to suck on one of her nipples while another ofthe men positioned himself between her legs and rammed his thick cock intoher pussy. Sensations like she never knew existed flooded Kit's brain as thetwo worked on her tirelessly.
Her orgasms were coming one after the other. The man between her thighs stiffenedand she could feel his seed filling her pussy. She clamped down on his softeningcock, trying to keep it inside her but he withdrew only to be replaced by another.Kit moaned in delight as her stomach
Rose to meet the new lover. A cock appeared before her eyes and she instinctivelyopened her lips to receive it. The smell of lust filled her nostrils as shesucked and licked at the massive shaft in her mouth while her body rocked fromthe assault on her cunt.
She felt hands grasp her butt cheeks, spreading them apart, and a tongue beganto explore the tiny hole found between them. Kit had never experienced anything like that and the sensations were overpowering. Another orgasm threatenedto rob her of consciousness when hands groped her breasts. More hands strokedher naked flesh, sending sensation after sensation to a brain that was alreadyoverloaded.
Kit was in a delirium of lust. She lost count of the orgasms she experiencedas they became one continuous climax. She felt something warm hit her faceand realized that men were standing around masturbating and shooting theircum on her body. The tongue in her ass had been replaced by a cock and Kit,for the first time, experienced being fucked in all three orifices of her body.She could fee the two cocks rubbing against the thin wall of flesh separatingher pussy from her bowels It was too much. Before Kit passed out from exhaustionshe heard herself shouting, ?FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH, GOD! FUUUUUUUCCCKKKK MEEEEEEE!!!?
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