A/N: all characters are 18 and above. Abigail is (loosely) based on me. This is based on a fantasy I have and I hope you enjoy it. Any comments are appreciated.
Abigail walked into the club, wearing her red dress that showed off her curves, and ample cleavage. The rest of the patrons were dressed in a similar fashion, in suits and dresses of various styles and colors. It was the dress code for tonight's event stated on the club's website.
She took in the sights. There were many small areas on either side, enclosed by makeshift yet stable walls These rooms were filled with various contraptions and equipment.
In some rooms on the left, there were a couple areas that had a sign that said, "Impact Play" on the front of them. Others had St. Andrew's crosses and similar devices. She looked in awe.
"Hey watch where you are going!", a man said as Abigail's thoughts were interrupted. She saw he was carrying a limp girl, probably his submissive, to an area for aftercare.
"Sorry about that-". Abigail tried to say but they were already gone, and her cheeks flushed a little bit with embarrassment. She eventually found her way to the spanking benches. One of them was occupied by a master and his slave in a scene.
"Whose ass is this?" he asked the submissive, as she was breathing hard. Her ass was already imprinted by his hand and they had been there for about half an hour already. Another slap, then another was delivered on her red cheeks.
"Yours master, this ass is yours." The shy sub managed to say, after getting 2 spanks for not responding right away.
"Good slave," said the master, "now that's enough spanking, it's about time your chest gets some attention." The couple then headed to the crosses.
Abigail was intrigued by what she had seen, and noticed how everyone was either watching a scene or participating in one. She was watching more scenes played out until a voice was heard behind her.
"I see you are quite interested in what we have here, and you seem new." a male voice said.
Abigail turned around and saw the man who had spoken. She offered a smile to him, and he came closer to her, she saw his brown hair, in a very clean haircut.
"Yes, it's my first time at this sort of event, and I'm taking it all in.", she said with a newfound confidence.
"I see, if you would like, you can test out an area. You just need a dominant to participate with. If you are interested in doing a scene with me, I will be around." the man offered her, as he left through the crowd.
Abigail felt her panties grow wetter as she processed what this man had said. She knew at that moment she wanted to play with him. Abigail finally found the man as he was watching another guy being flogged by his mistress.
"I would like to do a scene with you, sir." Abigail said as she felt her arousal rise.
"Thank you for coming to find me. Let's talk for a little while before them. Also, just to go over some basics and safety measures." He replied, as he led her to a quiet area to talk.
After talking about general safety during a scene, as well as her safeword. Also, a nonverbal one in case she was gagged. They soon wrapped up the conversation talking casually to ensure her comfortability.
He asked her one last time if she was sure and she replied yes. She felt her underwear soaking with anticipation
"Oh and during the scenes Abigail, you will refer to me as Master. I may or may not gag you, but you said you are fine with either earlier." He said with a smirk on his face. "I will also call you my slut during play, so if that is ok with you Abigail. Answer me."
"Yes, that is ok with me, sir." She said
The 2 made their way to an empty spanking bench. Abigail was getting a little nervous doing something like this in front of an audience. Nonetheless, she was excited and aroused for what would happen soon.
"On your stomach, slut, now." He ordered her, and saw she obeyed. He grabbed a clean paddle from the wall and tied her hands together so they wouldn't be in the way or hanging loosely at her sides. He pulled up her dress over her ass, and a crowd started to grow before them.
"Beg me to spank your ass, you slut." He said as he felt her growing wetness between her legs through her panties.
"Spank this sluts ass master, please, make it red and mark it." Abigail begged him, as she let out a small moan when he touched her wet cunt.
"Shut it slut." He said as he landed the first hit on her cheeks, and she felt pain. He continued to hit her in that same spot a dozen more times. She wanted to cry from the pain but was moaning from the pleasure.
He switched to his hand and then began to alternate hitting both cheeks. Her moans became louder and he felt she was close to cumming.
"Close your mouth slut, or else I'll make you be quiet and don't you dare cum without my permission." He said, as he lifted her panties and dress back down so she was covered. He then untied her and took her to the after care area. The crowd dispersed, some wanting to try that themselves.
Once at the aftercare area, he held her close for a while and she welcomed his warmth. He told her how much of a good girl she was as he spanked her.
"Thank you, sir." She said with a warm smile. He got up to get them some water, and he returned. She eagerly accepted it, and drank the whole thing in one go.
"Ready for some more Abigail?" He asked her, as she appeared calm and normal.
"Yes, sir I am." She giggled as they walked to the St. Andrew's Crosses. She felt the familiar arousal come back to her cunt.
He took off her dress slowly to ensure it would be together by the end of the night; as her whole body was revealed to him for the first time. He also slowly took her underwear off, teasing her.
He looked at her and glanced up and down before noticing her chest and big breasts. He had noticed before, but now he was seeing them without the dress obscuring that view.
He attached her to the cross, and asked her if the restraints were tight enough. She nodded in response.
He put a blindfold on her, and he heard her breathing become harder. He explored her body and fondled her breasts. Twisting her nipples and playing with them. Abigail was in heaven as she moaned with pure lust.
He pinched her nipples and let go, as she shrieked a little in response.
"Be quiet slut, did I say you could make any noise?", he asked in curiosity, as she nodded left and right. Abigail earned a smack to her breasts.
"When I am talking to you, slut, you answer me.", he gripped her chin when he spoke.
"Yes master, you didn't give me permission to make noise." She finally spoke, trying to be clear.
"Good girl, now to ensure you don't make any more noise." He got a ball gag from the wall and put it in her mouth. Her jaw popping could be heard.
She began to feel more horny, being blindfolded and gagged. He felt her core, and it was dripping. She felt him touch her clit, and she was feeling waves of pleasure.
