This story is based on reality with a few twists to add spice and juice it up. It contains bondage, Domination, submission, spanking, oral and penetrative sex, mind games, abuse, non-consensual sex, redemption and healing. Nothing loath, my dear readers, but some elements may be beyond what some consider BDSM, and if you do feel this exceeds the boundaries, then you have been warned beforehand. Proceed At Your Own Risk, for silly Anonymous Comments are Crunchy and taste good with Ketchup.
"Can't Swallow Our Pride, Neither Of Us Want To Raise That Flag" - Jordin Sparks, Battlefield
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That evening, Dragon had Charlene dress in a fine halter top and long skirt, Kitty was in a sports bra and sweat pants, and him in his leathers. They all went out for dinner, at the Spot.
Coming in to the parking lot, there were a few cars already there, but it wasn't too busy. Charlene had heard of this place, but had never been, this lifestyle just wasn't her thing. Or at least, it hadn't been her thing, but was maybe a little more interesting now. Kitty knew it well. John had dragged her here every weekend for a public beating and generally a hard fucking by some unknown man or two before going back to his place for his normal quick fuck before she went home.
Dragon could tell Kitty was nervous, so he made sure she was one one arm, and Charlene was on the other. They fronted up to the doors and were greeted by Lorena who gave him a solid kiss on the lips and a warm hug, then did the same to both girls.
"We've come for a meal, Mistress Lorena. And possibly to take in a floor show." Dragon said. Lorena smiled and escorted them into a definitely adults only location in the middle of the warehouse district. Ten thousand square feet, on two levels of adult play, BDSM and alternative lifestyle. The Spot was the place to be if you liked kink. The kitchen was amusing. They had three cooks and multiple serving wenches, of both sexes. All dressed for success in transparent vinyl aprons so nothing was left to the imagination.
Once they were seated, Kitty went off with Charlene, to come back nude and took her place on the floor between their chairs. Lorena came over and sat down once they were settled and they all looked at each other.
"How is your girl doing?" She asked.
"Much better now that she has a new focus. This is her Mistress. She is healing well." Dragon said, indicating Charlene.
"I am glad. May I address her?" Lorena asked, making sure every formality was observed.
At Charlene's nod, Lorena looked directly at Kitty. "John is banned for life, from every event we do. He is not going to ever be here, or be able to enjoy anybody from here. We don't do a ban lightly, Kitty. For what he has done to you, I am sorry. It's not right. We are watching out for you, and as best as we are able, you will be safe as long as you are with us, in this community and family."
"Thank you, Mistress." Kitty said, letting it finally sink in. She knew Lorena, this woman was known throughout the entire city for her sex positive attitude. She had single-handedly started the Spot, then brought so many different people together to make it successful.
"Hello Lorena, Hi Dragon." Trisha said as she came up dressed in one of the vinyl aprons. She was a serving wench for tonight. She smiled, and then put down the tray to come around and looked at Kitty. "May I?"
Yes, Trisha. You may." Dragon said. Trisha got Kitty to stand and carefully gave her a quick examination in the middle of the room. Kitty remembered this was the female nurse from the first night, and with her gentle hands she traced the healing welt and faint scars that still remained.
"You look a lot better than when I first saw you, sweetie." Trisha said as she finished her gentle examination, then allowed Kitty to return to her kneel.
"You stick with him, Kitty. He won't steer you wrong." Trisha said, then picking up the tray, walked off with a wriggle to her step that had all four of them entranced as she went down the staircase.
"I'd best go mingle as well. You all take care, and play safe." Lorena said, and with a kiss for each of them, she was also gone, leaving the three to sit and enjoy the feeling of companionship that permeated the Spot.
They enjoyed a casual meal with burgers and fresh fries, the Spot was not gourmet by any means, but it was all about the scene. As Charlene said later, the idea of being served by a naked wench who was more than willing to go over her lap for a spanking just because, added a whole new element to the meal.
Trisha stayed close to their table throughout the evening, quite flirty and willing to accept a swat from Dragon or a firm smacking across her bare bottom by Charlene as she teased Kitty mercilessly, but always in good taste. The meal passed in relative silence, punctuated by the sounds from other parts of the Spot of subs and Doms going at it with sex play, spanking, flogging, whips and even some electrical play.
"I am a bit nervous, Mistress." Kitty said at one point as she recognized some of the people passing by, although none of the men she recognized did more than a pause before moving on seeing she was flanked by what looked to be two Dominants.
"Why, Kitty?" Charlene asked.
"I remember some of these men. They would use me while Master had me tied in stocks, or over a bench. He enjoyed watching another man take me, it gave him more control and power to enjoy his slave being serviced by another man for his pleasure." Kitty said, eyes downcast.
"Did it feel good?" Charlene asked her, fingers on Kitty's chin so she had to look at her.
"Sometimes, not always. I didn't have a choice though. He was Master." Kitty replied.
Charlene shook her head and looked at Dragon over the top of Kitty's bowed head. He reached over and gently pulled Kitty up so that she sat on his lap, and then he took her chin in his hand and gripping it firmly, made sure she was looking at him directly.
"Do ye recall what the three primary rules of this lifestyle are, lass?" He asked her.
"Obedience, love, and respect?" Kitty replied.
Dragon shook his head. "Safety, Sanity, and Consent. Otherwise known as SSC. No matter what, young lass. If you are no in a safe environment, then it is no right. If what is going on does no feel right, then there in no sanity involved. If you dinna ken specifically agree to every single thing that happens, then there is no consent. As a submissive, or a slave you have the right to have limits and to enforce those limits. No Matter What."
"I'm his slave. His property, my rights are with him, he knows what is best for me." Kitty said by means of protest, even as she felt her own words sounding hollow.
"What ye do is give yourself to a relationship which is deeper than most. A normal relationship is what they call Vanilla. What we do here, is a wee bit spicier, lass. It involves total trust, and total honesty. If ye enjoy being beaten like that, then ye would not have been so shaken that ye called Charlene for help. You know it was beyond yon limits, and ye know that it was not proper. I'm just glad we got to ye before he did permanent damage to your pretty body."
"I feel safe with Charlene, and with you, Dragon. I know that you won't hurt me. I miss it though. I miss the restraint, the loss of control. The feeling of being used. I ... I don't know that I liked it, but part of me seemed to enjoy it." Kitty said, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.
Dragon helped her to her feet and Charlene cuddled her as she cried, Trisha hovering around, not quite sure what to do, but ready if there was anything needed.
"You are safe, Kitty." Trisha said, coming up and quietly putting an arm round the younger girl. "I think you've got yourself into a good place here. Dragon will keep you safe, and it looks like Charlene has a good handle on you as well."
Kitty nodded, very unsure of what to do, but enjoying the feeling of safety and comfort. It didn't last, but then again, nothing ever does.
After Kitty had settled down, then all got up and walked down to the stage and took seats. Kitty kneeling on a mat between their chairs so that Charlene and Dragon both had a stable hand on her shoulder or waist, to keep her in constant contact.
Mistress Lorena came on the stage and the lights dimmed to bring attention to the tableau spread out for them. A busty submissive was secured to a rack and Lorena walked around her, hand casually tracing a line down her body then with a firm slap to her breast, Lorena turned and spoke into a Microphone she had been carrying.
"Welcome to The Spot, subs and Owners. Doms and slaves. We Practice Safe, Sane and Consensual Play here, and tonight we have a treat. This lovely slut is known only as Two. Her Master is an expert with a Single Tail and has asked to demonstrate his skill on our stage. Without further ado, I present to you, Master John and his lash."
A mild round of applause greeted John as he stepped onto the stage, trailing a long whip that must have been fifteen foot overall. He was dressed in black slacks, a crisp white shirt and a bright red bow tie.
He turned and bowed to the crowd, then walked over to his bound slave and whispered in her ear. She nodded and the entire crowd could see the gleam in her eye and the dampness between her legs.
He stepped back and rippled the whip, which slithered across the stage and made a whispering sound. He then snapped it and it rippled even more with a light cracking noise that made Charlene jump and Kitty tensed.
He then snapped the whip properly and they all saw a bright mark appear on Two's left breast as she moaned. The whip had moved faster than they could see, but had just barely touched her, just inside of her nipple. Her response was arousing and erotic.
Another proper snap and another bloom appeared on her right breast, again, just inside of her nipple. Kitty was beginning to tremble slightly, and Charlene was worried, then as she looked at Kitty, saw her nipples were rock hard and she was breathing very heavily. This was arousing the girl something fierce.
Another lash, and a mark appeared just above her mons, a bright bloom of colour that caused Two to arch her back and groan as her body responded to the erotic kiss of the whip.
