A submissives night out

My heartbeat at twice its normal pace, my face flushed and warm, though I was cool in the night air. I stood waiting, as instructed, “Something sexy, revealing and definitely no panties,” I was told five days before meeting my Master. This sent my head reeling with the possibilities. I always knew there was a wild streak in me, but what I was about to do tonight, surpassed even my teenage exploits. I had spent the days dreaming of what I could do, would do, when instructed. Would I say no at any point, just to feel the sting of the lash? Would I use my code word? No one had pushed my limit yet, but I had a feeling this master could make me code.

The time was 10:30; the night chill set my mind to warmer things, the sting of the lash as it landed on my back. I stood outside the house with the porch light illuminating my silhouette under my sheer skirt, the split at the front reaching to the top of my thighs. My boots were knee high and warm. Ample breasts covered only by a bra and tie front jacket, my midriff exposed, were saved from the biting cold by my woollen wrap. A car slowed, I recognised the driver as the suave gentleman that had been in my thoughts for the past five days.

As he got out of his car, I watched him through hooded lids, his stance and his gait, all familiar, yet to be explored more deeply. Reaching me his scent engulfed me; he brought my hand up and kissed the back of it, saying, “You should be honoured tonight, as I will teach you a new level of submission.” The confidence that he exuded made me feel like my cheeks were flushed and I turned away. In a soft voice, so uncharacteristic of me I asked, “Would you like to come in for a drink?”

“Of course my dear, I would be delighted to prolong your pleasure.” His smile reached his eyes, crinkling them and giving him an air of wickedness. “Damn,” I thought, “I was hoping he would refuse the social niceties, say no, and go straight to the club.” Having made the offer, I opened the door and a blast of warm air hit me - my cheeks feeling bright and hot. As soon as I walked into the light, he would see the effect he was having on me and the game would begin in earnest.
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Drinks were poured and we sat in the lounge, partly because of its warmth and partly its low lighting; the less I give away now, the more fun it will be revealing all at the club. I took a chair opposite the couch, needing some space to collect myself. He sat on the table in front of me, ignoring my lead and invading my space; his aroma, sending shivers down my spine, invading me. He turned and placed the drink I handed him on the coffee table.

“I hope you have obeyed my instructions; It’s time to find out.” He rested his hands on the inside of my thighs, about half way up and pushed my legs apart. The split allowed him full access to the area he wished to explore. No barriers, I knew at this point that I would give over control. I did not resist when my legs, splayed before him, quivered slightly. My hands dropped to my sides, and I leaned back in the chair. A finger trailed up the inside of my right thigh, nail gently pressing against the tender flesh, enough to sting, but not enough to leave a welt. As it reached my pussy, my back arched forward and my pelvis followed, opening the wetness to his probing. He spread my aching lips and pinched my clit roughly between two fingers sending a jolt through me, ok, he’s not much for warm up, as my breath filled my lungs. Before I could recover, two thick fingers were plunged inside me and a groan escaped from my belly as I doubled over, the intensity made me contract enough to push the fingers straight out again.
“Very good, you know how to take instruction.” My eyes opened to find him looking at me with approval.
“Do you have toys?” The twinkle in his eye told me I had better come up with something.
“I do – would you like something in particular?”
“I think you should go and get something that can be inserted into your wet pussy, but make sure you can keep it in there. You will be leaving the house with it in and wearing it for a while.” As I stood, his hand landed across my ass, shooting pleasure through my cheeks and into my hole.

I moved quickly into the bedroom and opening the bottom draw of the bedside table, the toys shifted and a flash of silver caught my eye. The balls, of course! no, if I were made to squat, it would be near impossible to keep them in. Rummaging through the draw I couldn’t see any other options - my toys needed new friends. The balls it would have to be! I lifted them out of their case and placed one leg up on the bed, inserting them into my pussy one at a time. The string gently placed to the back of my opening to be out of sight if I was exposed. My turn to get one over him; he will have to wait until later to see what I chose. Just as I was closing the draw, I saw a butt plug that I had bought for a sub. He was a tight ass, so I never had a chance to use it. That might give him a clear message, should I take it? Slipping it out of the draw, without a second thought, I walked through the kitchen and dropped it into my bag - another ace up my sleeve.

Two large silver balls now sat firmly against my innermost lips, one next to the other, pressing gently against the walls of my cave as I walked. I moved past him as he was still on the table and dropped into the chair, crossing my legs in front of him. A resounding thud came from within me and he looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
“I don’t suppose you wish to share what that sound was?”
“No,” the smile escaped from my lips.
“We’ll just have to see then.” He placed his hands on my knees but this time I resisted; I was ready for the pressure. A frown crossed his face; I knew that I had displeased him.
“You will open your legs to me; Now!”
“No,” was my meek reply.
“You know what the consequences are, don’t you.”
“Yes,” the word was just a breath.
“Well I think its time to go, are you ready?”
“Yes,” my voice a little stronger this time, was still not showing confidence.
With that, he stood up and walked out the door, leaving me to scamper behind him.
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The drive was quiet, no chitchat, I knew punishment for my indiscretion at the house would come later. We walked into the club, Master leading, me behind with my head and eyes lowered respectfully. The owner was standing by the door, his gaze settled on me and knew immediately how to play the situation.
“Good evening Sir, pleasure to see you both back again,” the two men shook hands warmly while exchanging niceties. All the while, I stood, with my hands clasped, and head lowered.
“You may speak,” were the only words my Master said to me.
“Good evening Sir, it is my pleasure to be back,” I said to the owner
Placing his finger under my chin, he lifted my head to make eye contact with me.
“You are most welcome. Please go up and enjoy your night.” The accompanying wink told me that he knew exactly what was happening tonight.

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We walked up the stairs and at the top; Master pulled a collar out of his pocket. It was more like a choker necklace than a collar though; I had never seen anything like it. Chrome plated leather, with a large ring attached to the V at the front. He pulled out a key and removed the padlock off the hooks at the back. He motioned me to turn around and his arms came down around my head and shoulders. He opened it and placed it firmly around my neck, the lock clicked. Master’s arms moved away from me and he reached into his pocket to retrieve something else. The weight of the padlock was pulling the collar backwards and placing enough pressure on my throat to make my breathing shallow. The chain lead was a welcome sight. Master hooked it onto the ring at the front, a sort of balance was struck; pull, I breathed comfortably, loose, and I did not. The handle slipped over his hand onto his wrist and grabbing the chain, he yanked me into submission

As I was lead by my collar to the back room, my head down and eyes lowered, all I could see were the rows of tea light candles lining the hallway floor. My heart pounding, we passed many doors. A creaking then the sharp sound of flesh connecting with flesh, a moan of ecstasy, or was that pain? A crack of a whip brought my senses to a peak. My step faltered on its path slightly. A gentle tug on the collar and I was brought back into line. I knew that my earlier indiscretion was about to come back and haunt me. Which tool would he use to punish me and bring me to submission?

We entered the back room of the club and my eyes lifted momentarily, to take in the scene. A large bed stood before me with a stockade built into the bed head, a girl was trapped in it, kneeling, with her bare buttocks protruding. A rather butch woman in uniform, stood off to one side with a long cane switch in her hand. As we passed, I thought I saw a large strap on dildo, protruding from the fly of her pants. This girl was in for a ride. The other corner had a lounge; two couples were sitting watching the girl on the bed and fondling each other. To the left of the couch was the dungeon playroom. The only way to enter was through the large barred gate left slightly ajar; the room filled with equipment, a St. Andrew’s cross, complete with rings and cuffs; a pommel horse, and a shelf of “goodies” like ice, and candles. A few chairs were scattered around the room for people to be able to view the proceedings. I knew I was going to be on show and this excited me.

Having my eyes down cast did not allow me to see detail, though the small amount I was able to glean from my peripheral vision was enticing. Muffled screams and groans of pain, or was that ecstasy? The smell of … what was that smell? - Sex, fear, maybe a hint of patchouli or vanilla, permeated my skin. Master chose a chair to sit in, rather a throne, and ordered me to kneel before him. Dispensing with the clothing on the upper half of my body, he pulled another surprise out of his jacket pocket; I wondered how many more things he had in there?
“Spread your legs when you kneel before me, I wish to have access to you at all times; do not cross your legs in front of me, ever!” My mind had dropped into a trance like state - not knowing, or caring too much who bore witness. He reached down and a glimpse of wood caught my eye before I felt the pinch of his fingers on my clit.
“You are so wet, I don’t know if this will hold. Will you tell me what you have inserted inside you now?” he asked. I guess this was my chance to redeem myself, in for a penny…
“No Sir, it is a surprise.” One corner of my mouth upturned, and an eyebrow rose, almost daring him to use what ever he held.

I felt the pressure increase as he pinched tighter; Master’s other hand reached down to clip the wooden peg to my clit. It took first go and I drew backwards, the pain, so sharp, shocked my system. The chain attached to my collar was yanked forward. My head now inches from his feet.
“Tell me what I wish to know,” his voice soft, but authoritarian. I just shook my head from side to side and said nothing. He tugged the chain upward, assuming full control over my body, my back straightened, head lowered, eyes now closed. The weight of the padlock on the back of my collar began to place pressure on my throat. I swallowed hard against it and it lifted slightly, but not enough for relief. My left nipple ring was pulled out, extending the nipple impossibly, and a peg was clipped, behind the ring on the fleshy areola; my ring sitting out straight, as if reaching for my Master. Once the other peg was placed in the same manner on my right breast, I was asked again,
“Tell me what you have inside you.” This time my face was lifted to look upon his and my insubordination was clearly beginning to frustrate him. He required my full and utter submission; the spirit does not submit that easily.

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It seemed like an eternity had passed, the pain coursing through my body from the core, only just subsiding into a dull ache. In my position, I was not to move. My knees were aching, my feet beginning to go numb from the lack of circulation. Master sat and watched the activities in the dungeon room ignoring me. His were the only desires that mattered. People chatted to him, ignoring my presence. This was fine with me because all my energy was focused on controlling the pain. I did not even listen to the conversations, until I heard Master say,
“…Of course you may take her and she will obey you as she is to obey me. If she gives you any problems feel free to discipline her.” My head began to rise and I remembered that I was not able to look upon the face of my Master, or any, unless ordered to. I could not even remember hearing if it was a woman or a man whom Master had been talking. My chain lead was handed over to the other, and a gentle tug motioned me to stand. My feet had pins and needles that made it difficult to walk. I hoped we did not have to go far. I was led into the dungeon playroom only a few steps away. The long skirt and swagger told me that a female, a Domme, often very sadistic and pain orientated, was leading me. This was my punishment. The pegs had only been the beginning.


As we passed the cross, I noticed someone on it, good I won’t be made to stand. I was lead over to the pommel horse, the collar on my neck was evenly balanced, not tugging me along or placing pressure on my throat. It seemed as if I was walking of my own free will. A hand was placed gently on my breastbone to indicate for me to stop. No words spoken. A man in a leather collar and chaps, cock gated in a 5-ring contraption, knelt before me, and buckled leather cuffs on my ankles, the clips left to dangle. A gentle voice said,
“Place your hands palm down, with arms extended in front of you,” my arms raised immediately. Two more cuffs were buckled to my wrists. The leather was heavy, pins and needles sensation shooting up my legs from the pressure on my ankles.
“Walk forward to the pommel horse,” I moved slowly as if in a dream. The man who had buckled my ankles now leaned forward and clipped the cuffs to the rings at the base of the horse.
“Bend forward and place your arms down the sides of the horse.” Her instructions were followed to the letter. I couldn’t see my master, but I felt sure his eyes were on me at all times. My chin rested on the horse, my long body laying the length of the top. My exposed breasts pressed against the cold vinyl adding pressure to the pegs. The Mistress clipped the cuffs to rings on the side. I caught a glimpse of her dark hair, with a purple streak in the fringe. Her head bent, I couldn’t see her face. She finished attaching me and walked around behind me. My bare back was untouched yet and my ass had only had a light spank from Master before arriving.

“I have been told that you were disobedient to your master. You refuse to tell him what you have inserted inside you. This is against his rules.” Her sultry voice went on.
“It has been decided that I am to punish you fully till you tell me what it is. Do you understand?” I nodded to show my understanding.
“Do you have anything you wish to tell me?” Again an out, but I was too intrigued to see what would happen next.
“When you are asked a direct question you must answer. If you do not you will be whipped. Again I ask you, do you have anything you wish to tell me?”
“No, M’lady” I responded quietly.
“Well then you will be punished until you comply with your Masters’ demand.”

From my position on the pommel horse, I began to wonder if I should have said something about the silver balls earlier. The Domme was walking around me. My wrists and ankles fastened securely. The peg on my clit began to throb. The Domme raised my skirt to expose my behind and rubbed my ass cheeks firmly, squeezing and patting them, each pat getting a little harder until the first smack came down on my right cheek. My breath was held tight in my chest and came rushing out from between gritted teeth with the second smack.

“Do you know the code word?” her sensual voice whispered in my ear.
“Yes M’lady” I replied.
“Well then I will begin with that cheeky ass of yours. You have been a very naughty little girl and deserve to be spanked for your insolence.” Her hand came down six times on each cheek, each one harder than the one before. My insides were quivering; my engorged clit held tight with the peg, I was melting from the inside out.

“She is gaining too much pleasure from this Lady. You might need to use one of your tools.”
“I think you’re right Sir, which do you prefer the markings of?”
“Her cheeks are so deliciously fleshy that the crop leaves a nice impression on them.”

I knew that he had been watching the whole time. I shifted my hips just enough to take the pressure off my sex - immediately a hand came down on my ass and pushed it back into place,
“Did I tell you to move!?”
“No M’lady, it’s just…”
“A simple yes or no will do!” She brought the crop across my cheeks. My head raised and my back arched, pushing my hips further onto the horse, the intensity through my clit was peaking. I did not know if I could hold off much longer.

“It is time we went back to the basics of discipline, do you know how to count?” her question seemed odd to me.
“Yes M’lady.”
“Then begin counting the strokes and remember to thank me.”
“Yes M’lady.”
The first stroke of the crop came down on my ass, and her hand went immediately to soothe the area.
“One, thank you.”
“How should you address me?”
“M’lady?”
“You must always address me in an appropriate manner, do you understand?”
“Yes M’lady, Thank you M’lady.”
“We shall begin again, and if you do not do each one correctly, I will start from the beginning until you get it right, understand?”
“Yes M’lady.”

The crop came again and this time I responded softly,
“One, thank you M’lady”
“Much better, but a little louder so we can all hear you”
This made me wonder, how many people were there? When we began there were only about five or six people milling around. I tried to look up but the next stroke came,
“Two, thank you M’lady”
Then the next one came and my whole body jolted, it was low on my cheeks and ripples of pain shot into my asshole.
“Three, thank you M’lady”
“Louder!”
“Four, thank you M’lady”, my voice a quiver.

The next two strokes came down hard and I flinched on each of them, slightly raising my buttocks off the horse to receive them, in the hope that they would sting less. This was not the case. On the sixth stroke I responded,
“Six, M’lady. Thank you for your tutoring.”
“Did I say I was finished?”
“No M’lady, I just assumed …”
“Well, you know you should never assume. Do you know what I want to hear?”
“Yes M’lady.”
“Are you prepared to tell me yet?”

She bent down to look upon my face, the first time I had seen her eyes; they were so clear and blue. It shocked me from my resolve not to tell her the toy I had inserted in me,
“Yes M’lady” my voice almost a whisper.
“So what is it you have?”
“A set of silver balls which clang together when I walk or move, M’lady.”
“Ahh, this could be fun, would you like me to remove them now and show them to your master?”
“If that is your wish, M’lady”
“How is your clit feeling, have you had enough of the peg yet?”
“Yes M’lady.”
“Well perhaps I will remove them, perhaps I will not.”
“As you wish M’lady.”
“Good, now you understand. You will be untied, let us see if you are disciplined enough to take my orders without the restraints.”

The Domme’s sub appeared and unclipped the hooks from my wrists and ankles, leaving the heavy leather cuffs. M’lady told me to stand and lift my skirt. Slowly I rose from the horse, my head and eyes lowered. I stood before her hitched my skirt to my waist.
“Spread your legs and bend backwards,” her voice soft again. With my back leaning on the pommel horse, I did, as she required. The pressure on my tender ass a welcome reminder that I was hers to do with as she pleased; I only hoped that included release.

She trailed the crop down my naked breasts, across my belly and between my thighs. Her other hand reached down and snatched the peg from my clit; my eyelids fluttered as the blood rushed back to the area, a sigh escaped me.
“You know the rules? You are not to cum until I allow you too.”
“Yes M’lady.”
She twitched the crop between my thighs. I stood with my feet planted and my pelvis forward to receive every stroke. The balls, now saturated, began to slip - I had to squeeze my muscles tightly. To drop them now would mean severe punishment. She stopped the swinging crop just as suddenly as she had begun. I remained standing as ordered. I could see that the room had filled while I was on show - my master now sat a few feet away, hand on chin, smiling his half smile.

M’lady turned to him,
“Sir, do you have any further suggestions?”
“Have her kneel before me.”
I was lead over to my Master, a gentle pressure on my shoulders told me to lower my body. I knelt before him, legs spread, open to whom ever he wished, my skirt still held waist high. M’lady stood behind him, and looked down upon me with pride. I felt like a child brought before her parents.
“You have responded well to the discipline. Now how do you respond to orders when you are not restrained?” He reached forward and grabbed my sex in his fist, squeezing the mound and entering me with his fingers.
“Ahh yes the silver balls. What are we to do with those?”
“Anything you wish Sir.”
“Is there anything else you need to tell me?”
The thought of the butt plug in my bag weighed heavily on my mind,
“Yes Sir.”
I knelt prostrate before my Master his silence chilled me. Had I revealed the toys that I had brought earlier, I knew I could have saved myself a lot of pain and humiliation. The pain, I was not sorry that I had experienced; the humiliation was tempered only by the fact that I was unable to look upon the faces that surrounded us now. M’lady was the first to speak,
“Tell your master what you have had hidden from him. You now understand the consequences of secrecy.”
“Yes M’lady, I shall, if you would look in my bag, you will see the item I have kept hidden.” The revelation of its existence would cause me more shame. Sir reached down and handed my bag to M’lady. Upon opening it, the butt plug, visible only to her, M’lady laughed.
“So you wish to be stretched, to receive your Master in your ass?”
“Yes M’lady.”
“I must say you are a surprise package.” She withdrew the plug and placed it in my mouth,
“This is where you shall wear it for now.” M’lady left us to tie her sub to the Cross.

The latex tasted bitter and powdery on the back of my tongue, making me gag slightly. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Master lifted the chain and I rose to a standing position. He led me to the toilets and told me to pee; he wished to see my stream. I had never had to pee on command before and found it difficult to begin. My naked breasts still wearing the pegs on each nipple, now comfortably numb, were shocked by the cooler air in the toilets. A shudder ran through me, and I was able to comply. My legs were spread wide and Master watched me with his half smile, aware that I would now do anything he wished. My spirit had been broken – my submission was his.

After the toilet, I was taken back to the playroom. The candles flickering as I walked, barefoot and half-naked down the corridor to who knows what. This time he did not enter the dungeon room. He walked over to the stockade bed now empty, and ordered me to kneel on it with my ass facing him. He removed the plug from my mouth,
“Please sir, if I may speak?”
“Go ahead.”
“If you are to place that in between my cheeks, I must tell you that I am so close to orgasm. I have been whipped and teased, and I beg you for release.”
“You may beg for it, but you may not get it. It is for me to decide whether you deserve it and whether you have paid for your earlier deceit.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir” was my meager reply. How could I not obey this man, who had given me pleasure of an untold nature? Before tonight, I had only my fantasies of a scenario like this. To be given to someone and told that you are to submit to them without question. It was something I had dreamed of for so long. The only thing that would make the night complete was release from the longing in my sex.

I knelt on the bed before Master and heard him spit - it ran down between the cheeks of my asshole. The butt plug was wet from my saliva and Master worked the spit around the area for lubrication. The sheer curtains surrounding the bed were pulled aside and a couple stopped in their tracks.
“I think you would do best to find somewhere else for your fornication, unless you wish to watch.” I could hear the sly smile in his voice. The plug was roughly pushed in to my hole; a primal sound from deep within escaped me. They decided to move on. There were still a few people around the room but the curtains provided an enticing silhouette of the events on the bed.

Master lifted the stockade built into the bed head.
“Place your head and hands in here.” I crawled forward and obeyed the instructions immediately. The gate came down on my neck and I felt the tightness in my wrists. Master unbuckled the cuffs I had been wearing.
“How is that? Comfortable I presume?” I was now naked, completely immobilised and trying to hold both a butt plug and two silver balls inside me. My nipples were pegged and I had no idea what was to come next. M’lady re-entered the room.
“How are you finding her demeanor sir? I do hope she has become more affable.”
“Your work has done wonders, she is now a very pliable submissive.” Their exchange sent a shiver of pride through me, knowing that I had pleased my Master.
“So what are your intentions towards her now?”
“Why M’lady, I do so hope that you would join us in this exchange. Do you wish to continue whipping her?”
“Of course Sir.”
“It’s always a pleasure to see you work.”

M’lady had two long tailed floggers attached to each wrist. She stood on the bed behind me.
“These are my dragon’s tails. They provide a warming sting on the back and buttocks.” She began swinging them; the sound of the air rushing made my heartbeat faster. The first lash came down on my back and I pulled away. Master grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me roughly,
“Don’t move and you shall have release.”
How could I not obey, my longing rising to a peak. I was having difficulty holding the balls in I was so wet.
“Please Sir, will you remove the balls? I need them out now.”
“Do you now? We’ll see what M’lady thinks, as she is in a better position to judge.” Lifting his head over the bed head to be heard, he asked
“M’lady do you think she deserves release from the silver balls?”
“Of course, Sir, if that is your wish?” He must have nodded, I felt her hand reach down between my wet lips, fingering around for the string, and the balls were yanked out past my tight muscles.

M’lady began flogging me again, one lash, two lash, three lashes, the stinging lash, warming my back, four lashes, five lashes, the pain descending into my empty cave, six lashes, seven lashes, eight lashes, trying not to orgasm, my ass rising to receive the lashes, nine lashes, ten lashes. My body began to shake with the first signs of orgasm. Master saw my face begin to flush.
“Remember, you are not to have release until I say so.”
“Yes Sir, Thank you sir.”

He turned to M’lady with a bow of his head,
“Thank you M’lady for assisting me to bring this luscious girl to submission.”
“It has been my pleasure Sir.”

By the way they were talking, it seemed that he was going to finish me off on his own; I was so desperate for release now. Master opened the stockade and told me to sit before him. The butt plug pushed against my hole and I squirmed. While he was talking, he absently fingered my extended nipples, twitching the pegs and sending shivers through me.
“You will get dressed and I will see you at the door to the club in five minutes. We are leaving.” My mouth fell open but I responded,
“Yes Sir.”

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