Back in the club, Dana tugs my leash and collar relentlessly. Each time I find some illumination, I try to use it to admire the tatt placed upon my wrist; but Dana has other ideas. Its soon obvious that she's leading me about so that I can viewed as her prize, even as the hands seem to find purchase to steal me from her.
I find myself back at the bar with another line of tequila shots before us. The first two go down and I'm again rewarded with a lemon slice. I watch Dana drink her two but then notice that there is still four more on the bar before us.
Already feeling the effects of the earlier shots, I hope that the others are either for Dana or left behind. Dana grins as she catches me eyeing the shots and pushes one to me.
"Drink it."
I lift the shot glass and toss it back. It burns my throat and ignites a fire in my belly and I look for some lemon to dowse the pain. Dana holds one in her fingers but, instead of offering it to me, she brings it causally to her mouth and sucks upon it. Keeping the peel in her teeth, she pushes another shot to me.
Hesitating, Dans scowls at me then jerks the leash towards her. "Drink it."
I toy with the small, heavy glass with my fingers, and slowly raise it to my lips. My nose fills with the aroma and I involuntarily move my hand away from me. Dana's eyes flare and I quickly toss the shot down; and cough, making the liquid burn that much brighter.
Dana pushes another shot glass to me and I shake my head. Her eyes again flare but I make no move to take it. When I don't reach out, I see her nose flare out and miss the punch that hits me square on the jaw. I don't miss the next two as she holds my hair and smashes me right in the face.
The iron tinge in my saliva is chased away by the clear burn of the tequila. The burn that finds the source of the iron flow and burns brighter. The next shot again makes me gag but I hold it down with my eyes tearing up.
Dana drinks the next one, leaving one. She looks at me and I take it, grimly I drink it with my face screwing up as I do. She watches me and takes glee in my predicament before handing me another piece of lemon. I suck it and recover my composure.
A dull throbbing in my head that the liquor doesn't quell begins to grow with the pounding of the music in the club. Dana looks about and takes in the sights as i grip the bar and calm my breathing and the impulse to puke. Amid the gyrating crowd, I see one of the women from the room making her way towards us, as she nears a small mouse of a bruise evident below her left eye.
In the shimmering lights of the club, I now see the twinkling of light off the tiny jewel atop the piercing in her nose. She is dressed now, but barely, with a shapeless abbreviated baby doll gown of a dress. She towers above her normal height on high, clear heels.
She whispers something to Dana and moves in next to me, her fingers entangling with mine. I look to her and ask about her friend. She shrugs, "She's getting another tatt and will be spending the night with them." Then she smiles and looks to Dana, "Besides, she hadn't been properly trained before," then she gingerly touches the swelling under her eye.
Another line of shots appears and Kaylee takes the lead in drinking one, then another. Dana nods and she drinks two more before handing me the last one. With a anguished look on my face, I swallow it under Kaylee's dancing eyes.
Kaylee joins us as we leave the club. Her hand in mine, I can't tell if I'm clinging to it or she to me. In any event, she is with me and in my lap as Dana drives us back to the house. Kaylee asks Dana if she can kiss me and we spend the remainder of the trip exchanging caresses.
Entering the house, I listen intently for sounds or an acknowledgment of our appearance. A creak here or there, but otherwise the place is silent. Dana tugs my leash, Kaylee squeezes my hand, and we make our way inside.
Walking past your room, I glance in but can't see anything in the dark. Dana doesn't allow my eyes to adjust as she jerks me along as she moves down the hall. Dana leads us into a small bare room adjacent to yours and clicks on the light.
Like the room, the light bulb is bare and gives the room a harsh, sharp tone with hard, cheerless edges to everything within it. Kaylee and I both look at the apparatus hanging from the ceiling and the stray straps hanging beside it. Upon the flat surface of the lone table along the wall, lay a variety of whips, paddles, restraints and sex toys of varying sizes and colors.
Dana brings me to the hanging straps and has me stand upon a low box, whereupon she ties one hand, then the other, to them. Once finishes, she kicks the box out and I am suspended with my toes just barely touching the floor under me, swinging a little in my restraints.
Kaylee has stripped and is standing off to the side of Dana looking at me. I take the opportunity to examine her tattoo's and piercings while feeling her eyes taking stock of my body in turn. She smiles and turns to show me the tattoo's on her back, the smallish black sun just below her neck in the center of her upper back, the bright, colorful abstract designs on each shoulder blade and the tribal design that stretches over the small of her back.
Dana has removed her vest but otherwise is still dressed. She picks up a long rawhide whip and snaps it several times to test her control over its length and action. A smile on her face, she moves out of my sight and I take a deep breath and hold it in anticipation.
The expected lash doesn't arrive, instead Dana's hands reach around my waist and unbuckles the belt, letting it fall before unzipping the skirt and yanking it down. Kaylee sees the tail and twists one of her pierced nipples.
Dana leaves my blouse alone and steps back, the clicking of her heels on the wood floor telling me she is several feet back. The whizzing of the whip leaves little warning before it bites into my ass cheeks. A long string of pain in its wake.
Kaylee's eyes widen as the whip whizzes and bites again, this one a little off mark finding only one cheek. Dana corrects her range and aim and I'm crying out as she lashes me again, swinging from the restraints from both the force of her blows and my struggling.
Footsteps and Dana appears in the corner of my eyesight, the whip being curled up in her hand. She lays it on the table and finds a shorter one, but with many tails. Kaylee being nearby, she tests it on her, lashing her across the breast.
Pleased with her reaction, Dana faces me and, reaching out, rips my blouse open and off me before striking one breast then the other with the whip. She uses short rapid motions to cover every inch of the flesh of each breast until they begin to glow with the blush the whip raises. My nipples more and more tender as their erection makes them easy targets.
"Do you like this?"
"Yessss...."
"Good."
Eyes closed, I'm moaning with each strike of the whip, my moans becoming grunts at times as Dana works my breasts. Dana works her way back around me and works on brightening my ass. The sound of her lashes becoming louder in my ears as is my reply to each of their kisses.
A pause as Dana walks back to the table. She picks up two clamps then puts them down and looks back to Kaylee. She reaches out and her finger tips to touch and examine the small bump under her eye.
"Is this tender?"
Kaylee moves her head to give Dana the best advantage in viewing and touching her bruise. Almost caressing her face on the fingers touching her. "Yes, a little."
Dana drops her hand and I see it form a fist. Kaylee notices it too and takes a deep breath. As Dana's upper body turns, I'm struck with the hardness of her nipple as it comes into view before disappearing as she swings her arm and hits Kaylee.
The punch knocks Kaylee to the floor and she rushes back up. Dana's fist already raised again, there's no hesitation as she hits her again. Kaylee is slow to rise this time and Dana pulls her up by the hair; this time to kiss her, their mouths wetly sucking together.
Dana breaks free of Kaylee, "Now I'm going to beat this bitch."
I gasp at the promise and lean my head against my right arm reaching upwards to the ceiling. Dana grabs the clamps as she passes the table and, pinching my left nipple, she stretches it out until I cry out in pain before she clamps it. This draws another moan out of me, which grows louder as she tears at the other nipple and clamps it as well.
"Look at me."
I open my eyes and tilt my head down, my body gently swaying on the restraints. Dana smiles and tells me to watch as she reaches between my legs with one hand, her smile widening as she finds how wet I am. Her fingers part my lips and find the electric, buzzing nub that is my clit.
