Lisa is whipped then enjoyed at the Club
I am grateful to an anonymous email correspondent who allowed me to use her real life experience as input to enhance this story.
There was a prolonged round of applause with a couple of whistles and hoots to indicate approval after John's introduction of Lisa to the Club. Lisa, standing naked beside him, but with her face hidden within her hood, was shaking with shock. What in the hell have I done, to get into this, she thought. He continued.... "... our married submissive who we are now going to discipline and pleasure tonight ..." She had nearly had an orgasm just listening to John introducing her to the members of the Club! God she needed pleasuring. She hadn't had sexually gratification for the last five weeks because of the denial that Mac and John had imposed on her.
Then another thought. Where is Paul? Surely her husband hadn't left. He should be on the stage here close to her. But John had introduced Mac as her husband, and he, acting in that capacity, had agreed to her subjugation at the hands of 'the members'. But she felt safe with Mac. He had introduced her to this erotic life of submission. He was her master. He actually had more right to be in charge of her than her real husband.
These thoughts encouraged the greatest sexual arousal she had ever felt. She couldn't prevent it, with the crippling fear, her body shook uncontrollably. She had often dreamed of being a submissive and of being subject to a gang bang. She knew that this fantasy was soon to happen. The sexual denial of the last few weeks meant that she was now at the top of her maximum arousal. She felt the wetness, then the gentle trickle down her leg. She shook in anticipation conscious of her nudity in front of these people she couldn't see because of the hood..
Mac was shortly by her side. "Now settle down. The fun starts now," he whispered to her as he undid her leg constraints.
"So you are my husband for the evening?" She shuddered as she asked.
"Yes, you are completely in my hands tonight."
"Good, I am glad." She replied. Mac turned to her. He pushed his tongue through the hole in the hood close to her mouth while he grasped her naked left breast firmly. 'God, that felt good,' she thought. His tongue entered her mouth as she heard some hoots of delight from some of the onlookers. Mac extracted himself, undid her hands and placed the leash on her collar.
"Now girl, to business. Remember the words of command, Lisa?" he asked her.
"Yes, Husband," she told him, smiling to herself under the hood. The fantasy was about to become real.
"OK. Now we go walk about. Hands and toes, Lisa. They are all watching."
Because of the hood Lisa was blind as Mac led her round the room on her hands and toes. Every now and then he would stop as she felt strangers' hands touching her. Then, "Up," he commanded. She sat back on her heels raising her upper torso as high as possible as she had been taught. Her back was straight and her breasts stood proud. "Stay still" he told her as he left her. A hand took hold of a nipple. It twisted. Then a hand smacked her rump. Then again and again. She felt the hot flush of passion enter her loins. The hand on her chest slapped her breast. Or perhaps it was another hand. She couldn't see. Then again. She wasn't sure how many hands were on her but she felt the deep warmth of passion in her loins.
A pair of hands were on her shoulders massaging her neck. "You have lovely breasts," a man's voice told her.
"Thank you sir," she whispered welcoming the contact.
"Breast out," the same voice commanded. She pushed up higher still so her breasts jutted out further. The hand was rough on her breast. It slapped her. She was breathing deeply. 'Where is Mac?' she thought. "Have your breasts experienced the whip?" the voice asked.
"Only a small whip sir," Lisa shuddered as she replied. The hand touched a nipple and gave it a twist.
"Later I will take great pleasure in whipping them." The voice whispered in her ear.
'Oh, my God,' she thought. She wished that she could see him. She felt the wetness oozing from her pussy. Her nipples were almost alive, and she was conscious that they were conspicuous to all.
A softer hand was now on the other breast. A woman's? "I am sorry about my husband," a second voice said. "He gets carried away." A succession of hands mauled her for the next ten minutes.
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I watched as my lovely wife was led by Mac around the room. The tall man was manhandling her breasts and was speaking to her, but I couldn't hear. My heart missed a beat when I saw her push her chest out further as if in invitation. A woman, perhaps his partner, joined him. Then a second woman had bent down to Lisa's head in the hood and said something. Another man was beside her fondling her buttocks. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest.
I was completely captivated as I watched my wife being touched and handled by the members. My erection was solid in my trousers and I ached for relief.
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"Your are so lovely," Another woman whispered in her ear.
"I am going to fuck her good." A man exclaimed.
"And so will I," the woman replied amidst some laughter.
Lisa was squirming with so much attention. She had never in her life felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so overexcited at what was to follow. She knew that she was going to be beaten, and knew that she would be be pleasuring the people who were now feeling her. She had never felt like this, but she desperately welcomed the anticipation and the thrill. But more than anything she needed relief. She needed cock.
She assumed that it was Mac who tugged on her lead. She got back on her hands and toes as she followed the tug. As she was 'walking' a paddle hit her bottom. Then again and again. Mac walked her around the room as several hands felt her. Her back, her bottom, her breasts, which were now hanging down below her. Then it was a hand smacking her bottom. "Submissive position," ordered Mac. She immediately got on her knees, bowed her head to the floor and raised her bottom high as she had been previously instructed at her home by Mac.
She felt the paddle rest on her bottom. She squirmed as she tried to please them by pushing her backside out. Then it struck. Again and again she was hit. A warm feeling spread across her buttocks into her stomach. She had been trained to take the paddle. Her vagina was positively weeping now.
A man spoke. "May I please have access to her breasts?"
'God they were so polite', she thought. Not a single rude word to her or about her. The paddling stopped.
"Of course," said Mac. "Up," She got up on her haunches. She proudly pushed her breasts out to give a prominent display of her orbs once again.
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I was standing in the corner watching as the members approach my wife.
Someone held her elbows tight behind her. Her breasts jutted out even further. The man put a clamp on each nipple. I could see that the pain was excruciating, but I knew that she would want to take it. Mac was behind her. His arms came around and his hands lifted each breast. He was going to caress her, I thought. But his hands stayed under the breasts pushing them up. The other man hit them none too gently with his hands.
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Then a strap hit them. Lisa screamed involuntarily. The strap hit her breasts again. This was a bit more challenging but still not as bad as when John had done the same thing a few weeks previously. Someone else was strapping her bottom at the same time. The first man stopped, took a nipple clamp between a couple of fingers and twisted it. God, now that did hurt she thought. But it was good. She felt the welling up in her loins. Wow. She shrieked loudly and exploded in a torrent. But there was nothing to stop her juices flowing. God she wanted to be fucked. Really fucked; and hard. 'Please someone fuck me,' she thought. 'Where is my husband?'
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I saw her shiver then moan loudly. I knew that she was having an orgasm. My cock was straining within my trousers. I wished that I could take her now. But I knew that others would be pleasuring themselves with her before I would be allowed near her. Suddenly I came in my trousers.
For the next hour my wife was subjected to various forms of spankings and caresses in both the 'up' and 'submit' positions. For the most part she seemed to enjoy it, but when I saw a woman penetrate her bottom with a finger with no lubrication Lisa squealed like a pig. Mac was by her side and I heard him politely asking the woman to go easy on her. "Why not come back at nine o'clock," he told her.
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She had her bottom up to the audience when she felt the closeness of someone next to her hooded face. A man spoke: "I am going to whip you so hard later." She squirmed. "Please," she mewed. But she knew that his words had excited her. Although she had orgasmed once she felt the shiver of fear as her juices rose again. God, she was actually looking forward to it. Then he was gone. She recognised John's voice next to her as he told her that she was doing well. He told her to kneel up. Several people had remarked on her, he told her. He touched her breast.
John slapped her bottom with his hand as he spoke quietly into her ear: "Take your punishment well, girl. It is almost time."
'Oh, my God.' She thought. A woman asked Mac if she could have access to her pussy. Lisa writhed in ecstasy as the woman had licked the folds of her labia. At the same time she was being gently whipped again on her back with the strap and then suddenly, as the woman stimulated Lisa's clitoris with her tongue, the strap hit her bottom and she had another explosive orgasm.
There was suddenly a clink as someone struck the side of a glass. There was silence in the room. "It's eight o'clock," announced John. Lisa gave a start as she remembered what John had said in his introduction. "Time for your punishment, Lisa.," Mac told her.
Mac led her by the lead up the steps on to the stage again. She heard two people talking:
