Chapter 112: Krispin

Keeping my mind off the hot cocktail waitress wasn't easy. But the club offered some interesting side attractions and I realized how much I needed this kinky world. It called to the primal Dom inside of me, the one I needed to find again. I managed to stay engrossed in the scene being played in the Tower of London torture room. The Dom knew what he was doing and managed to put on a show for his audience. The screams of his willing subject added nicely to the overall effect.
From the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of red hair and turned toward the woman on whom Damian's eyes were already focused. It took me a split-second to put two and two together.
Lydia led a naked male sub on a leash. He wore a shiny metal cock cage secured tightly around his dick, yet his posture was full of obvious pride. How I mistook Lydia for a sub was now beyond comprehension. Hell, I wasn't even sure if she was a switch for Damian, and my smile reflected the images running through my brain.
"My bad," I chuckled.
"No, she's my bad." Damian's eyes sizzled.
Lydia was the hottest Domme I'd ever seen, and even my pulse jumped as she paused beside us. Her sensuous eyes rested on her husband for a second and then moved to me.
"My subs are off limits to you," she said. "Nothing personal, but each and every one of them is special to me. You have plenty to choose from without playing games with mine. Will that be a problem?"
Suddenly, I realized I did have a problem. The brunette at the bar belonged to Lydia; somehow I was in hot water and hadn't even approached the delectable sub yet.
"Is there room for negotiation?"
"No."
"Then there might be a problem."
"You are my husband's guest, my daughter's favorite new toy, and have a voice to die for. It would be such a shame to dismember your lovely body even if I did leave your vocal cords intact. I believe they're your best quality. Your move."
"Your subs are looking less appealing by the minute." I couldn't help myself and let my eyes travel down her body. She brought the tip of her riding crop to my chin, and pushed. I stared into her eyes and made my voice more prominent. "All but one."
Damian's hand landed not so subtly on my shoulder. "This isn't someplace you want to go."
Lydia looked at me with something like sad understanding, but there was no give in her words. "She's not for you."
"Damn." That one word held finality even if I didn't think I meant it. "Maybe the club isn't where I need to be right now."
"No, I think having limits is exactly where you need to be." Damian's heavy hand left my shoulder.
Lydia gave a slight tug on the leash holding her sub and his dreamy eyes looked into hers. His arms bulged without flexing. He wasn't what most would call good-looking but his heavy muscles made it obvious he worked hard to achieve a bodybuilder's physique. I wondered if Lydia ever had her subs play together and I couldn't help the anger that tightened throughout my body. Not that going up against Hercules was a good idea, but the thought of him playing with the hot waitress made me feel... well, strange was the only word that came to mind.
"About the brunette I requested, Damian," I began.
"Yes?"
"Make it a blonde. I don't need the temptation and red hair has definitely lost its appeal for a while."
We all laughed.
"I think Nicole is here tonight and she'll happily give you proper submissive respect. She has an interesting career and it would be in your best interest to ask about it." Lydia's eyes twinkled and I was glad to be back on her good side.
I only hoped it would last.
***


Angela
The rules of Club El Diablo stated that while on the carousel, a sub was approachable only by their own master or mistress. I was safe and didn't mind the time Mistress worked with her other subs. Being one of her favorites was enough for me to never feel jealousy when her time was spent giving others the gift she gave me; peace, love and respect. We were treasured.
The slow spin stopped several times but not for me. I didn't feel HIS presence and I hoped he had left the club.
When Mistress finally collected me, I was ready. She removed the blindfold and helped me down. When my feet hit the solid floor, she steadied me until my equilibrium returned.
"Thank you, Mistress." I looked down at my feet.
"You will follow me and we will have a scene in one of the private rooms."
"Yes, Mistress."
Her warm breath traveled over my neck and her soft lips kissed my cheek.
We walked to the bar where she requested her bag. My pussy tingled. I loved her toy bag; it held so many wonderful possibilities.
Suddenly, I felt his eyes. Their heat attracted me to his flame, and I could not help but look over.
He stood utterly still. Nicole kneeled at his feet, but every fiber of his being seemed concentrated on me as he blatantly stared without shame or apology. Just the way he looked at me nearly sent me to my knees.
But Nicole was in the place I longed to be, and she would be the one to take care of his needs tonight. Why did the thought piss me off so? She was a friend of mine, and he was nothing to me but trouble.
Mistress took my hand and gave me a not so gentle tug.
"My idea was for you to be worn out so you could sleep tonight," she said. "But I don't mind adding a punishment into our session. I've warned him away from you and I won't be happy if you tempt him to disregard my warning.
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
She didn't release my hand as we walked into a private room. I tried to focus on the coming scene but I wondered if I needed a punishment to help me concentrate.
The room was spacious with little in the way of furniture. It was Mistress's favorite room for whip play and my thighs tightened involuntarily at the thought of her toy bag.
"Come and stand here."
I walked over and took the spot directly under a ring hanging from the ceiling. Mistress placed her bag behind me and took leather cuffs out, securing them to my wrists. She then unsnapped my bra and removed it from my body.
"Lift your arms."
I heard the clips on the ceiling ring fasten to the metal rings on my wrists. She walked to the wall and hit a switch hoisting the ceiling ring higher into the air.
"Spread your legs slightly and keep your feet flat."
My arms extended straight up, feeling only a small amount of pressure. If I went to my tiptoes or pulled my legs in, there would be no pull on my shoulders at all.
She walked behind me and the skim of her hands pulled my panties over my ass and legs.
"Step out." My pussy convulsed with anticipation.
She ruffled through her bag and then I heard the sound of lube being applied to one of her toys. Wetness moistened my pussy and without conscious thought, my mind traveled to the last smoldering look Mr. Righteous sent my way.
"Relax your thigh muscles for me, little bird."
I did as requested and felt the lubed tip of the toy touch my lower lips, but my thoughts kept circling back to Mr. Righteous.
A solid slap on my ass startled me as Mistress pushed the toy completely in.
"I don't think you're entirely with me this evening."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
"Once more and you will be very sorry."
"Yes, Mistress."
Her hand touched the side of my neck and traveled to my breast. Her palm opened and two nipple clamps jingled together.
"I'm giving you more sensory stimuli than usual but I'll remove it if needed. Take a deep breath and let it out."
She attached the first clamp tighter than normal.
"Breathe for me."
I obeyed, and the second one bit into my other nipple. Now my focus was completely on pleasing her.
She walked away and turned down the lighting. I heard the sound of the stereo CD player open and then shut. Hard, pulsing music filled the room. Mistress liked her music angry and filled with profanity. This play session would be rough.
"I'll be using the single tail."
My body tightened in anticipation.
"Not for pain. I don't want you to feel the bite but I do want you to feel. Hold nothing back; scream if you need to and let me know what you want."
"Yes, Mistress."
The first pop sounded to the side of me and the toy between my legs began to moderately vibrate. My pussy involuntarily tightened around the invading force and I moaned.
"That's exactly what I want. Where do you want the whip?"
I didn't need to think about my answer. "My breasts, Mistress."
A few seconds later, the leather wrapped around my back and snaked across both breasts. I inhaled sharply at the sting. The pulsing of the vibrator increased and my body bowed.
"I need to come! Oh God! Please, Mistress!"
Her husky laugh didn't help. "That's exactly what I want pet. Over and over, but each time I want you to let me know. Now, where do you want the whip?"
"The same, Mistress, please."
The leather slackened and slithered across my nipples causing the clamps to momentarily pull. When the whip landed in the same place, I cried out loudly, "Oh Mistress, thank you!"
I felt the whip pull tightly before loosening and it was all I needed to take me into a full-fledged orgasm. My cries were almost as loud as the music.
I felt her hand on my shoulder and then trailing through my hair. Again, her warm breath stirred across my skin as she spoke into my ear. "Do you know who is singing?"
The waves of my orgasm had finally subsided, but as the voice sounded through the room I suddenly knew the answer, and it almost caused me to come again.
"It's Krispin Righteous, Mistress."
"Yes, it is and I want your body to dance to his voice. I want your pussy to throb with the vibrations of his vocal cords, and I want you to imagine being fucked by him. I want to hear every orgasm you're having. I want them loud."
It was torture. It was raw. And these were undeniably the best orgasms I'd ever experienced. So much pain and pleasure, all at the hands of my Mistress, with his throaty voice of pure sex in the background, blending with my cries of ecstasy, until finally I begged her to stop.