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The gateway to another world lay behind the door of the limo. I dipped my head and entered the dark interior, sitting on plush leather and feeling like a kid at the grown ups table. The door closed quietly and I was transported into her world. I felt her fingers before I heard her voice, soft elegant things that I had thought about all day sliding over my heated thigh. She took my hand in her own and squeeze lightly.
“Lovely to see you again, Jenny.”
“Thank you Ma’am.” I managed with a shaky voice. She nodded in approval and the rest of the trip was spent in the company of my own erratic heart beat and my manic thoughts. She watched me the whole time with a smile. I felt small and intimidated beside her.
The car pulled up in a dark alley, with a long line of people standing in twos and threes against the wall. A cool breeze lifted the heat of a California summer and whipped around my shockingly short skirt as the driver opened the door and held his hand out for me. I gripped his tightly, unsure if my knees would hold me. Every one standing along the wall turned to look, a few of them whispering. I hated being self conscious and this skirt was too short. My hands tried to pull it down but Monique was soon standing behind me after elegantly alighting from the car, and placed both my hands in one of hers. Every face turned towards her and the conversations filtered out till there was silence. They were as transfixed by her as I was.
Tucking me behind her, she smiled to the two giant men at the door. They unclipped the velvet rope and ushered us passed the long line.
“Good Evening, Monique, good to see you again.” Said the tallest one and she gave him an utterly beautiful smile in reply.
The inside of the club was completely the opposite of the exterior. The dark ally became a trendy, white on white platform, with mirrors bouncing images back and forth and thumping music blasting out of every corner. This was not what I imagined a “Dungeon” to look like. There were air kisses all around her, people levitating to her side, but she held my hands in hers still, bringing my body up close and I happy to be there. These people were confident, going places people and I was out of my element.
Another velvet rope opened magically for her, this time by a tall girl in a black corset and little else. Her breasts where pushed up and spilled over the edge of the tightly wrapped leather. Below was a scant g-string and skyscraper heels. Her make up was eclectic and emphasized her pixie face. Green eyes shone in the middle of purple glitter and black extension lashes with sparkles on the ends. Brilliant red hair was spiked upwards and outwards, allowing a complete view of her face.
Her posture straightened as Monique approached, and her soft blush made her all the more pretty. Her fingers fumbled with the clip of the rope, pulling it aside while Monique leaned in closer, whispering in her ear. One of her divine fingers ran down the girl’s throat, stopping at the cleft of her uplifted breasts. I could not hear what was being said but the girl was obviously flustered and gushed her thanks.
“Oh yes, Ma’am, it would be such an honor-.” The rest was lost in a succulent kiss that I thought would have the pixie on the floor. She stumbled back when her mouth was released, her eyes on fire.
We descended the stairs and the day light atmosphere of the nightclub above became the dark obscure night of a dungeon. The music seeped into the background as we descended, becoming a faint throb that became the heartbeat of the dim space. My eyes had to adjust to the darkness. While upstairs held a mass of people dancing to the beat, downstairs was less populated and far more intimate. There was no dance floor, instead the large raised dais held the kinds of things that could be found in my dreams. I jumped when a woman screamed sharply, the sound settling into a deep moan. I searched the darkness and made out the outline of a woman bend over a bench with the hand of a man descending onto her flesh. Another scream broke the intimacy and a few people applauded when her moans became earnest pleas.
Various areas were made into tight nocks with comfortable sofas and ottomans pulled into conversation pits. I was led to one close to the dais where people were deep in animated conversations. Settled deep into a sofa, so close to her, the side of my body was obscured with hers. I looked around nervously and was thankful to be mostly ignored other than by a few women and men scattered on the floor in various states of undress, one completely naked.
Monique was as popular as ever. People left their own conversations to gather around her, others moving from across the room to seek her out. She accepted everyone with a smile, making them feel special in some small way. Eventually the worshiping fell to a minimum and she leaned close so I could feel her breath on my ear and shivered.
“Relax little one, you are my guest tonight and I insist you enjoy yourself.” I smiled and tried to do as she advised as a glass of campaign was placed in my hand.
“To us,” she toasted. “And to getting to know each other.” I tilted my glass to hers, drawn into her eyes and everything she meant by that statement. I felt the soft touch of her lips on mine and the deeper pull of her tongue that beckoned me in. I was captured in her kiss and felt the passion brew from my toes upwards, swirling in giant circles. Her lips were soft and tasted of intoxicating campaign and berries. They slid from my lips and traced along my cheek to suck on the flesh of my ear, making me tingle from more than the wine. My eyes opened in surprise when she spoke the words.
“We shall fuck soon, my sweet.” I believed her. I tried to breathe normally but it was impossible. From the corner of my eyes I saw people looking, some of them lustfully and others with a hint of jealously. One set of dark eyes in particular were burning into mine. He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt that was perfectly ironed, and tight leather pants that where cut around his genitals, leaving a large cage protruding. I couldn’t help but stare. I’d read about cock cages but I’d never seen one in the flesh. Or on the flesh for that matter. I thought I heard him moan when her hand lightly turned my face back to her mouth and his face went out of view and out of mind. I couldn’t think of anything other than what her mouth did to me. Her tongue eased between my lips and took over. I was trembling hard when she pulled her mouth from mine and turned to talk to the woman on the other side.
I spent the next hour with my mouth in a perpetual O. Men and women, couples in various combinations and groups moved to the dais and engaged in acts that made me aroused and uncomfortable. The deep churning in my stomach was frustrating. I watched a woman pierce a young girls nipples in various ways, using needles that made me feel a little woozy. There were numerous floggings and whippings, and beatings, each more powerful than the next. One squirming pleading woman was strapped to a bench, leaving her hind quarters bare for all to slap just the once with any impellent and any intensity they wished. She did not seem thrilled at the idea but a large ball gag was forced into her mouth before she could complain too much.
A line formed quickly and various floggers, belts and canes were gathered. The only blessing the woman was given was that she couldn’t know how long that line was. The first man stroked his hand over her quivering dark flanks and without hesitation brought a sharp cane down to mark it with a thick welt. Her head rose up and from my view at the side I could see the agony on her face. The obvious scream came out as a gurgle. The man whom I assumed to be her owner soothed her hair and thanked him. Another and then another took their turn at her backside till it was littered with marks. She had not the energy to raise her head any more, and even the grunts had silenced. Only the quivering of her thighs told me she was conscious. I lost count of the strokes but the last one was particularly harsh.
She was released and fell to the floor with a rousing applause filling the room. I washed fascinated as she crawled to his feet and lavished them with kisses before he dragged her to the sofa opposite, pushing her to his feet where she stayed silent with the gag obscenely pushing her lips wide.
“Would you like that, darling?” Monique caressed my thigh.
‘I- I don’t know, Ma’am.” She smiled and kissed the side of my face softly.
The campaign flowed and I was feeling more than a little tipsy when she leaned close to the men and women on the floor, curling her finger towards one of them. The eyes of the man that had stared at me before lit up and he was instantly on his hands and knees crawling with dexterity to her feet. He kissed the leather of her boot in devotion before she gripped the thick chain around his neck and pulled him close, lapping a long wet trail of her tongue down his face.
“Sulking boy?” her voice was smoky.
“No Mistress, no,” he stuttered.
“Jenny,” she turned to me and smiled, “I would like you to meet my boy, Kevin.” She stroked her fingers through his hair and he moaned.
“Hello, Kevin.” I wasn’t sure what else to say. He was forbidden to speak with her finger pressed against his lips.
“You look thirsty, boy.”
“Yes Ma’am I am” He bobbed his head in excitement, his cheeks flushing.
“Then you should drink.” I thought he would bubble over in excitement as she uncrossed her legs, but to his disappointment she stood, sliding her fingers under the heavy chain once again and dragged him along the floor, his legs unable to move quickly enough. Almost tossing him, he landed at the foot of a woman opposite and he hid his distaste poorly. The woman was much older than Monique but had an equally powerful presence about her. She looked at Kevin as if he were a piece of fish she planning to fillet. His eyes implored Monique but she was already gone, returning to gather me in her arms.
“Come my darling, let me show you around.” I walked past Kevin just as his face was being pressed between the slightly sagging thighs of the older woman. She was not fazed at all and continued her conversation while tapping his bare backside with a crop for encouragement.
“Don’t let him slack off, Debra.” Said Monique over her shoulder.
“I shall not dear,” and wacked his ass extra hard to prove it. He grunted with a full mouth while I set off on my tour of the dungeon.
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