Killian and his two slaves enter Club Messalina. New comes to New Orleans, they had just emigrated from Germany. Killian was a tall blond Scandinavian, his top slave Gabrielle was a dark haired full breasted Italian, who held the leash of the bottom slave, an Asian named Ting.
They approached the desk where a white clothed African American sat.
"I am Killian," he announced to her. "I am expected."
The Cajun woman nodded, "Welcome to the Club, Master Killian. I have been instructed to give you an overview of the club and the rules."
She took out a case which had different arm bands.
"Black for Masters or Mistresses." She handed him a black one.
"Red for Switches: Switches may dom each other, submissive or slaves.
Green for submissive, Submissives may be dominated by other Masters or Switches, but it is their choice."
Killian snorted, "Submissive are really slaves."
The hostess chose to ignore his comment. "Blue is for slaves. Slaves can be dominated by anyone. No permanent injury is allowed and if the Slave's dom can stop a session."
Killian took a red and a Blue and said, "My dears let have some fun."
"Tina start crawling." Gabrielle instructed.
The Asian went to the floor and kept her eyes down
"There is an empty post," Killian pointed out.
He grabbed Ting and tied her hand with her ass exposed.
"Gabrielle suck my cock," as he began whipping Ting.
Killian relished the giving of pain to his slut. Despite what the Cajun cunt said, there was no difference between a submissive and slave. Gabrielle was a slave too, but she knew how Dom when it suited him.
Ting's body was good and hot with several whip marks.
"Gabrielle up."
"Yes Master."
"Make out with Ting."
The Italian grabbed her the Asian's bottom and began kissing her while slapping her tits.
"Good slut."
A loud cheer broke through the room. He saw a group of people going over. Curiosity piqued he followed. There was an ethereal woman is a unique position. She had her arms outstretched with a wooden boards tie around her forearms. Her lower body was in a t position.
Her master had lit four candles on each board and carried a single tail
He motioned to the Cajun. "Matisse if you would start the vibrator on Casia."
"Ready?"
Casia nodded.
The Master began whipping knocking of each candle. The woman's balance and control were incredible as none of the other candles fell. The crowd including Killian clapped loudly.
"Bravo James," Matisse complimented them.
"The credit goes to Casia," he replied. As he removed the boards.
"True," Matisse knelt. "If Casia can do without you, I would like to be your sex toy for a while."
