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The club resounded with music, the low lighting allowing Emma to watch the other club goers dancing. The girls' short skirts swished, revealing skimpy underwear and even no underwear. It thrilled her to no end when she was lucky enough to catch a girl bending down, her hips swaying off to the music as she knowingly or unknowingly showed off her ample ass and thighs. It was one of the reasons she chose to hang back and sip on her vodka and tonic over spending the entire night dancing.
Emma was a voyeur, and she would admit that, which is why this club was one of her favorite spots. Aside from the girls with the short skirts, there was a large stage adjoined to the back wall of the club. During the night, different events and shows would go on in the background of the dancing. Large crosses were sometimes center stage, with girls or boys being stripped, tied to the wood and flogged, spanked, or whatever the Dominatrix's fancied at the moment. Other nights, willing participants allowed themselves to be locked into pillories and flogged or fucked until they couldn't take it anymore. There were nights where the club goers would simply be tied together and abused, and other nights even still they were chained to the stage and whipped.
Of course, Emma enjoyed all of these, but there were a few things she happened to enjoy more than the others. One of her favorites was a device that she didn't get to see very often; it was a sawhorse with leather pads for the sub's knees and elbows. When it, and the girl, was on display, Emma couldn't get enough of it. Tonight, luckily, was one of those nights.
A pretty little brunette with long, straight hair was currently being tied down to the sawhorse. Her hot pink petticoat was peeled off and tossed to the back of the stage, her black boyshort underwear coming next. The dominatrixes, Cerise and made a comment about how wet she was and the other, Bailey, ran her middle finger across her moist slit.
Emma found herself skirting the dance floor to get a better look. Several of the other patrons had their eyes fixed on the girl as her black bustier was unzipped and discarded. Her breasts were perky, topped with pert rosy nipples. Her ass was curvy and pale, disappearing into long shapely legs that were currently dangling off the floor in high heels.
Cerise rolled out a cart of tools, ranging from dildos and paddles to flogs and vibrators. She took one of the flat paddles in hand, and from what Emma could tell, it looked like it was covered in velvet or fake fur. In one swift movement she brushed the soft material against the brunette's ass and followed it with a hard spank. Emma felt a heat start to grow between her legs and her heart start to pound in her chest. She could even hear the noise it made at contact over the music. She took a long drink of her cocktail, feeling her cheeks start to fill with warmth and her head start to buzz pleasantly.
Emma watched the duo of dommes spank the brunette until her ass was red, dripped hot candle wax down her back, and pumped her hard with a vibrator until she came -- rather loudly. It wasn't until her body had finished shaking with the last tremors of her orgasm that she was unbuckled from the sawhorse and allowed to get dressed. She hurried off the stage on slightly shaky legs with a rather large smile on her face.
She finished the drink in her hand, the familiar warm feeling encompassing her entire body, her pussy burning hot at this point. She turned to watch the girls dancing again when she felt a hand grab her arm. She hardly had time to blink before she stumbled up onto the stage. One of the dominatrixes had pulled her from the crowd during the lull.
"I see you in here every week," Cerise whispered, cherry painted lips dangerously close to Emma's ear. "And I see how much you enjoy watching all of the other little sluts get abused. So now it's your turn."
Emma tried to protest but the buzz of alcohol made it hard. She just swallowed hard and nodded as she felt the other woman's hands press on her back. She watched silently with wide eyes as her clothes were stripped from her body. Black fishnet shirt, the purple bra, her short pleated skirt. She heard a smug laugh from Cerise upon discovering that Emma indeed not only had no underwear on, but that her thighs were wet from her slick pussy.
