As Amanda arrived at the old warehouse, she pulled her BMW upto the garage door and blew her horn twice. The person watching behind the camera responded by opening the bay door allowing her to drive into the garage. She pulled her car into a free spot and turned off her engine. As she always did she responded to a couple of last minute texts before she turned off her phone.
Normally she would be glued to her phone and computer, but the club rules strictly did not allow any electronic devices beyond the garage. Naturally Amanda didn't like it but accepted it to be a member of the club.
Stepping out of her freshly detailed car she glanced at her reflection in the window. Amanda pulled down the hem of her blue latex mini dress so that it was just above her crotch and her tiny tight ass. She also adjusted the low cut front of her dress to show the curves of her firm small breasts. Next Amanda shook her head back and forth a few times to fluff up her short-cropped blond hair. Polishing a slight smudge on her blue five-inch heeled pumps she looked over her well-toned legs. Finally she looked over her entire petite yet very athletic body one last time. "Thirty-one years old and still perfect," she said to herself, before she turned and walked up the stairs.
The stairs led her to the second floor, which was known as the 'gathering room.' All the windows in this room were boarded shut to conceal what happens inside the club. However the 'gathering room' was a stark contrast to the outside of the dilapidated old warehouse. The room was brightly lighted with a freshly polished hard wood floor. Strategically arranged around the room were various antique chairs and lounges where the members could relax. Finally on the walls were very tasteful paintings, some dating back to the mid and early nineteenth century.
Looking around Amanda saw that most if not all the twenty-four members were already there. She noticed her best friend Paula with her husband Brent, and walked over to join them.
Amanda and Paula had been close friends and lovers since college. Even after Paula was married to Brent they would invite Amanda over to join them in bed. In fact they were the ones, who told Amada about the 'Warehouse Club' and later sponsored her membership.
Greeting both of her friends with a warm embrace and a more than just friendly kiss, Amanda began chatting with the two of them.
Moments later an elegant woman in her late thirties stepped into the room. She wore a tight black spandex evening dress that perfectly accented her curvy but not chunky frame. Her large 36D breasts were straining to explode out of the clingy dress designed to hold them in. Her hair was a soft brunette color, which she kept loose to flow freely onto her shoulders. The woman's name was Beth but everyone referred to her as Mistress because she owned the warehouse and founded the 'Warehouse Club.'
"Welcome everyone to the July meeting of the Warehouse Club," she began, "As you all know the one thing that all binds us is our love of BDSM. Most if not all of our members are both dominant and sadistic, and enjoy inflicting pain for our sexual arousal and sadistic pleasure." She took a sip from her champagne glass then continued; "Normally we are fortunate to have one or two submissives, who are willing to serve as our masochistic victims so we can indulge ourselves. However from time to time we are not able find a submissive to fulfill our needs for the night, so we have to choose someone from among our members. Unfortunately tonight is one of those nights."
The woman motioned towards a tray filled with plastic shot glasses and asked the man next to the tray to take a glass and pass it down so that everyone can have one. As the tray was passed around Amanda took a glass then gave another one to both Paula and Brent before the tray was passed further. "Each of these shot glasses has harmless juice," Mistress explained, "However one of these glasses also has a very mild muscle relaxant and will cause that person to be powerless for a few moments and fall to floor. That will be our victim for this evening."
Everyone including Beth drank down their shot glass. As Amanda drank down her glass, she didn't taste anything odd and she thought she was safe. She like everyone else was looking around to see who would fall to the floor.
Moment's later Amanda lost the grip on the shot glass she was holding. As it fell to the floor, she felt her body growing weak. "Fuck no," Amanda whimpered as she collapsed onto the floor. Her friend Paula gasped when Amanda collapsed while the other guests cheered and applauded.
Amanda lay helpless on the floor and unable to move as two men carried her away. "She will gain her strength back in less than an hour," Mistress assured the members, " In the meantime relax and mingle while we get our little pain bitch ready."
Amanda desperately wanted to struggle and get free but couldn't move, as she was carried up to the next floor to 'playroom.' Once upstairs the men stripped off her clothes and locked leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Next they attached her wrist cuffs to a spreader bar that was suspended by a cable hanging from the ceiling. Amanda was then winched upwards by her wrists. Just then Beth came up still wearing her latex evening dress although this time she was also wearing a latex hood over her head.
Mistress caressed Amanda's face as the young woman hung with her feet a few inches from the floor. "You know the rules," Beth said still caressing the her face, "If we don't have a submissive one will be chosen randomly from the membership. We all agreed to that. Besides it is just for the night; a mere eight hours then you are free again."
Amanda strained her neck muscles to acknowledge the older woman. "If it is any consolation," Mistress said as she began caressing Amanda's firm breasts, " I wish it was someone else hanging here instead of you. I love how viscous you are with a whip."
Without any further word Mistress left with the men, leaving Amanda hanging alone in the large room. She had been in the 'playroom' countless times before abusing people who were secured in the exact spot she was. However she never dreamed that she would be the victim. She looked around the room to see the various torture devices she had used many times and wondered what it will feel like when the others use them on her.
The windows were boarded shut and well insulated for sound. There was also no clock on the walls so she had no idea how long she had been left hanging there. As she got movement back in her limbs she realized it would soon be time. She began struggling as her strength returned.
Eventually she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and began fighting her bonds in desperation. The sight of Amanda struggling to get free made the members sadistically laugh at her situation.
Amanda had a reputation as an extremely strict and sadistic domme. In fact the harsh way she treated the submissives was part of the reason why the club had such a hard time recruiting more. So the other members were excited and thrilled to see how this tough businesswoman held up to the same torture she enjoyed inflicting on others.
When her friends began coming upstairs they were all dressed in various leather and latex as they usually were. Amanda quickly recognized Brent wearing latex shorts with leather boots and leather hood. His arm was around Paula, who was wearing her pink latex catsuit with matching latex hood and pink leather boots. The two were kissing casually as they walked towards her..
As some of the members selected whips and floggers from the wall, Amanda twisted nervously in her bonds but she refused to beg for mercy like many of the submissives that suffered under her.
The blond victim could only watch as two men wearing shorts and leather hoods, secured her ankle cuffs obscenely wide apart to anchors imbedded into the floor. Above her Amanda could her a motor start, which pulled up the cable attached to her wrist cuffs. Soon she could feel her body being pulled tighter and tighter until she could barely move.
Paula and Brent walked upto her and Paula whispered, "No matter what we do to you remember that we love you."
Her best friend then firmly grabbed some of Amanda's hair and spit on her face. Brent grabbed Amanda's face forcing her jaws open and spit into her mouth. Without warning Amanda was struck from behind by a bullwhip that wrapped itself around her body and slapped her left breast hard. In response, she bit her lip determined to be tough and not be broken. She was resolved to be tougher than the others she herself often whipped.
A moment later another whip cracked across her right thigh and dug into her opposite thigh. Amanda was struggling wildly from the pain but fought the urge to scream.
A painful rain of whips lashed over her helpless petite body for countless minutes. As the pain increased with each strike, Amanda desperately tried to keep her dignity and not scream or beg. Until finally one of the whips found it's way to her tender hairless crotch. Although it was not a hard strike her pussy had always been very sensitive and that forced Amanda to begin screaming in pain. When she finally started screaming everyone cheered in delight.
After a very brief rest, the whipping resumed across Amanda's entire body. Her arms, legs, breasts, ass, back, stomach and of course pussy were all fair targets. The young blonde strained and struggled desperately to the enjoyment of her tormentors.
Her friends were relentless as they whipped her. Amanda's struggling and screaming only fueled their desire to make her suffer more. "Please, no more," Amanda pleaded, "I promise anything if you just stop."
Amanda's mind was a total blur as she struggled and screamed in agony for what seemed like hours. Since everyone who struck her wore masks, she had no clue who was whipping her, but she was certain everyone including her best friend Paula was beating her.
At one point Paula stood in front of her holding a dragon tail whip. Amanda watched in horror as her best friend aimed directly between her thighs at her exposed pussy. The heavy leather strap smacked hard at her vulnerable sex. In fact the tip of the strap even penetrated her folds and struck her clit. Amanda howled in agony. She fought wildly but her bonds held her in place. While Amada was still screaming Paula pressed her lips to Amanda and gave her a deep erotic kiss while Amanda continued screaming.
Moments later another whip struck between her thighs and lashed her pussy lips again. The pain was overwhelming as she continued to scream into her friend's mouth. After twenty more sharp blows directly at her crotch, the members continued to whip the rest of her body.
Finally the whipping stopped. Amanda was left hanging by her wrists sobbing and panting heavily trying to catch her breath. Glancing around she could see her tormentors either relaxing or fucking She also noticed a small group who were obviously discussing how they should abuse her next.
Suddenly Amanda felt fingers reaching between her thighs and part her folds. By now her pussy was extremely sore and sensitive. Amanda screamed in pain from the very slight touch."Her pussy is soaking wet," Paula reported to everyone, "This bitch isn't a sadist, she is a little pain slut."
Her friends laughed and cheered upon hearing it, as Paula began massaging Amanda's clit. Although her clit was in total distress, it was more sensitive than in her entire life. It wasn't long until Amanda began moaning from pain mixed with the approach of pleasure. She was obviously getting closer to a very powerful orgasm. She and Paula had slept together many times, which gave Paula intimate knowledge of Amanda. Unfortunately for her Paula stopped just before she could cum. "NOOOOOOO!'" Amanda screamed in frustration, "Don't fucking stop!"
Paula let her friend calm down before she began teasing her clit again. When Amanda was trembling in her bonds and getting close again, Paula slowed her teasing and said, "Admit that you are really a submissive. Admit that you are a painslut."
