[Hello lovers! Fancy chapter six of eleven? Well, since you asked so nicely... voila! --- Enjoy! EG x]
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Polite notice: this, is chapter *six* of an eleven chapter novella.
Personally? I think the chapters are infinitely more enjoyable read in order, but of course I'm not going to police how you enjoy your smut!
Too busy to catch up? Here's where we're at:
Jessica, is training to be a submissive call girl, she's on day four of seven, and her teacher, Mr Swift, has taken her on a field trip to a BDSM club...
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Inside, the club feels decadently rich and luxurious.
The lighting is low and there's soft jazz music coming from speakers all around. With my eyes submissively cast down, I notice the carpet is thick and plush underfoot as I try not to fiddle with the cuffs holding my wrists together.
'Take a look around, Jessica.' Mr Swift says, tilting my chin up and giving me permission to take it all in. My breath instantly catches in my throat.
We're standing on a raised level, with a long bar behind us that looks much like any other one in the city -- well stocked with spirits and mixers and everything else you'd expect. In front of us, the club is unlike anything I've ever seen in my life.
There are three wide steps leading down to a large, open space that in a regular night club, might serve as a dancefloor. Here though, the polished wooden floor is home to maybe twenty round tables, dotted around evenly with several patrons seated at each, chatting, drinking and socialising.
Or kneeling, sucking and worshipping at their Dominant's feet in the case of the submissives.
At one table, two suited men are chatting, each sipping from a crystal Scotch tumbler. They look like perfectly ordinary businessmen until I realise, they're both holding leashes in their free hands, which are attached to collars around the necks of two naked blondes, kneeling at their feet impassively. I watch in fascinated horror as the larger of the two men tugs on his girl's leash and she casts her eyes to him, looking at him with nothing but sheer adoration as he speaks. When he finishes, she crawls on all fours to where the other girl is kneeling. Her master whispers something in her ear and she immediately lies on her back, opening her slim thighs wide as the first girl crawls between them and starts to lick her pussy. The two men pause their conversation to enjoy the show, still sipping their drinks intermittently. I'm shocked to feel my own pussy getting wetter and force myself to look away, feeling suddenly embarrassed by my impromptu voyeurism.
Straight ahead, there's a large bald man with a tiny brunette on all fours at his feet. I narrow my eyes a little, not quite believing what I'm seeing -- the girl is wearing a headband with black velvet cat ears attached and the man is stroking a long furry black tail that's poking out from between her bare ass cheeks -- presumably attached to a plug inside her. What's really bizarre, is she's lapping at a bowl of milk while he strokes her, looking utterly delighted.
When I turn my head, my eyes fall on a different table. A tall, elegant woman in a black velvet evening gown as dark as her hair is in conversation with a man in a grey suit. There's a petite redhead at his feet wearing a white corset with her breasts spilling out over the top. Matching strings of sparkling diamonds hang from golden clamps on her hard nipples. Her arms are tied tightly behind her back and her eyes are closed.
She looks so serene; it takes me a moment to realise the man in grey is sliding a large black dildo in and out of her ass while he's talking.
Averting my eyes again, I see the woman's companion for the first time -- a man in maybe his thirties? Entirely naked, with a thick leather collar around his neck and a ball gag in his mouth that's making him drool down his chin. I try to remember what Mr Swift said about everyone being here of their own free will, but I have no idea how he can be finding enjoyment in that.
I'm distracted by the sound of a loud pleasured moan. Instinctively, I turn my head and see the blonde on her back writhing in delight with the other's face still buried between her legs, clearly making her come, hard, for her master's entertainment.
'Shall we?' Mr Swift's voice at my ear brings me back to earth and I realise he's taken hold of the chain between my wrists and is leading me down the stairs.
He guides me towards the table where the tall woman and the man in the grey suit are sitting, taking the free chair for himself and pointing to a black velvet cushion on the floor next to it.
'Sit, Jessica.' He commands casually and I drop to my knees without even thinking about it. 'Pandora, Vincent, good to see you both again.' With my eyes cast down, I listen to my Master greet the other two Dominants amiably.
'Oliver! What a treat.' The woman replies, 'How have you been?'
'Very well, thank you, I trust you have too?'
'Always darling, always. Vincent was just telling me that you'd be joining us this evening, complete with a new playmate, I believe?' I feel my heart beat faster.
'Crystal mentioned it this morning.' The man in grey replies, by way of explanation. 'She said she was a pretty one, I see she wasn't kidding.' He adds. My cheeks start burning, knowing that he's talking about me.
'Yes, she's very beautiful, and a wonderful student.' Mr Swift replies and pride blooms in my chest. 'Jessica, say hello.' He adds and I lift my head tentatively.
'Hello -- Sir, Ma'am.' I say softly, not entirely sure how to address them. The man and woman both regard me with slightly amused, but not unkind expressions.
'Oh, she's delightful.' Pandora says, 'I do hope you are treating her kindly, Oliver.'
'Of course.' He replies, stroking my hair gently, 'It's only day four, but she's given me no reason not to. Yet.' The last word makes my pulse race a little faster still.
'Excuse me, Sir!' the redhead's voice comes from where she's still kneeling and I realise she's now holding the black dildo in her own hands, which are still bound behind her, and she's steadily working it in and out of her ass.
'Yes, Citrine?' Vincent replies neutrally,
'Sir, apologies for interrupting, but please may I come for you now?' she asks breathlessly
'Yes, you may.' He tells her and she smiles in relief. Her pretty lips part in a sweet moan of pleasure as she starts rocking back and forth on the length in her ass, making the strings of diamonds on her nipples sway, no doubt pinching them harder. I watch, fascinated as she pushes herself over the edge, panting hard with desire.
'Oh, thank you, Sir.' she whispers as her moans subside.
'You're very welcome.' He replies, kissing her lightly then saying 'Stand up.' She does as she's told, getting to her feet elegantly despite her arms still being behind her. Vincent reaches a hand to her bare pussy and slides his fingers inside, retrieving what looks like a silver egg. 'Clean this up and then perhaps you could show Jessica where the little girl's room is.' He says, holding the silver egg in front of Citrine's mouth.
Without hesitation, she wraps her lips around it and proceeds to lick it clean. I'm reminded of when Mr Swift made me lick my juices off his riding crop and I can't help wondering if she tastes as sweet as I do.
'Very good.' Vincent tells her when she's finished, slipping the silver egg into his inside pocket. I almost choke when she adds,
'Shall I clean the dildo for you too, Sir?' he smiles and replies,
'Actually, Mistress Pandora would like to borrow that.' As he takes it from her and hands it to the woman on his right.
'Much obliged, Vincent.' She smiles sweetly, then says 'Present.' In a much harsher tone. The gagged man at her feet obediently gets on all fours and without any warning or preamble, she pushes the entire black rubber length up his ass. He cries out, drooling around his gag, but when she's finished, quickly resumes his position and murmurs what I think equates to
'Thank you, Mistress.' Before hanging his head back down. It's impossible not to notice that his cock is rock hard.
'Jessica.' I turn immediately to look at Mr Smith.
'Yes, Master?'
'Citrine has worked for Crystal for almost a year. I'd like you to go and spend some time with her now, she'll be able to answer many of your questions far better than I would.' He says, smiling as he strokes the exposed heart shaped flesh on my ass. I look to Citrine and she's smiling brightly.
'The little girls' room is this way.' She says, inclining her head.
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The "little girls' room" is the most decadent and luxurious club toilet I've ever been in. There's a line of three wide cubicles on the left, a row of ornate porcelain sinks on the right, and a gorgeous, elaborately embroidered silk chaise-lounge at the far end which Citrine heads for, gesturing for me to sit beside her. I do, grateful for a break from kneeling on the floor.
'So, on a scale of one to ten, how freaked out are you feeling?' Citrine asks me, smiling
'Um, eleven or twelve?' I reply with a shrug and we both giggle.
'Smart girl.' She replies. 'I'm guessing this is your first BDSM club?' I nod, and Citrine continues, 'I'd never been to one before I met Crystal either -- most of the girls she recruits are new to the scene -- she says it's the best that way, easier to keep a clear boundary between you and your submissive alter ego.' I must look completely clueless, because she elaborates, 'If you take the job, Jessica -- you'll need to be able to turn your submissive urges on and off like a tap -- when a client's time is up, you need to be ready to be fully in charge of yourself again, not floating off in subspace.'
'Subspace?' I ask, still baffled. She nods.
'Like the barbie twins -- the two blondes with the city boys?' I blush, nodding at the memory of watching them, 'Those two, are full time subs -- they live the life and love every moment -- their trust in their masters is so deep that they do as they're told, whenever, wherever, without hesitation, because they're obsessed with making them happy and proud.'
