Master Takes Susan To A Bdsm Club

The Submission Of Susan

Susan visits the club 'Bound To Please'

Continued from 'Jane, the final day'

This particular Saturday Master called me into the living room and told me to take a chair and sit down. He then proceeded to tell me that this evening I was going to be facing one of my biggest challenges as his submissive but one he thought I would be able to handle. This sounded a little ominous to me and I listened intently as he continued to talk.

"Tonight Susan, I am going to take you to the local BDSM club called 'Bound to Please' or BTP for short. I am going to do this for two reasons. The first is that I am very proud of you and want to show you off. The second is that I want you to experience just a little of the D/S lifestyle outside that you have currently experienced with Tim, Sally and me."

"Will they be coming with us Master?" I ask.

"Not this time. It will be enough just with you. I will need to focus my whole attention on keeping an eye on what's happening with you and I don't want the distraction of those two as well. Perhaps later they may come. "

"What's going to happen to me there Master?" I worriedly ask.

"You will be fine Susan. You will be plugged and wearing your labia lock which in itself will protect you. You may experience some touching and feeling from other Dom's there but that should be all and I will be watching you just in case."

"Master you know I always trust you and if you are with me then I am prepared to take this next step on our journey together."

"Good. I have laid out something I purchased yesterday for you for this occasion. It might look a little complicated but I am sure you will figure it out and I will be up shortly to help you."

Yes Master," I say and then, getting up, go upstairs to our bedroom where I see what I am going to be wearing. It is difficult to explain to you but essentially it appears to be a lot of brown leather straps which crisscross the body in varying ways. One thing is obvious as it is laid out on the bed, it is not a garment to in any way hide the body but rather draw your attention to certain areas of the body.

Removing my clothes I attempt to put them on. Two straps go around my thighs at the very top. They are then connected to a waist strap directly at the front so forming a sort of V to the front of my belly button. I won't go into all the details of this outfit but would tell you that by the time I had finished putting it on, it is drawing attention to my now tightly encased breasts, my backside, and my pussy. All the obvious places I would guess, if you are going to a BDSM club.

Master arrives holding my tail plug, lube and lock.

"Love it, Susan, it is perfect on you and makes you look even more beautiful Come here and let Master fit the lock and your plug."

I walk up to Master and watch him as he pulls my two labia rings together before clipping my vulva closed with the lock. I know from experience that when this lock gets fitted, nothing can get out or in my pussy. The lock does still allow me to pee and it is possible to finger me or rub my clit but nothing else.

"Master, why are you using my puppy plug and not my spanking plug?"

"I want it to be obvious to everyone that you're plugged and the fir tail does that. Now turn around and spread for me."

I do as commanded turning around and spreading my cheeks. The outfit I am wearing has two leather straps which run down between my butt cheeks and my Master has to undo these before I feel the lube around my sphincter and then his finger pushing into me. He lubes me well inside before the tail plug is introduced and is soon inside me. The straps are then re-attached and it is obvious that with their support, the plug is going nowhere.

From my previous stories, you will have worked out that my Master has a special affection for my arsehole. Apart from the times his cock is inside it, I find he is frequently filling it with various toys some more pleasant than others. Occasionally, when I am being disciplined for something I am packed off to work plugged all day in which case I have it inside me for at least eight hours. Some of you may wonder if it hurts. The answer is no, it does not. That said it is very uncomfortable for a different reason. The feeling of it inside me and being forced to sit wearing it, makes me extremely horny and I can't stop myself getting wet. As you can imagine, this is not a good state to be in if you're trying to teach kids at college so I desperately avoid being plugged for work.

The finishing touches to my outfit are my collar with the tag 'Owned by Master Jon' along with a leash that is attached to the collar and allowed to drop down between my breasts. The end of the leash conveniently finishes at the confluence of my two legs. Anybody looking for the end is going to be staring directly at my locked pussy. Master then produces a pair of black high heel shoes that I put on.

"Master, I know we are going to a BDSM club but I can't go out in public like this," I worriedly tell him.

"No, I know. Put your long coat on and then nobody will be able to see what you're wearing but be warned, that's all you're wearing inside the club. I want to show you off!"

"Yes Master," is my only reply.

It takes us about an hour to drive across town to the club and pulling into the parking area, Master turns to me with further instructions.

"OK Susan, this is all going to feel a little intimidating to you but don't worry, I will be keeping an eye on you. There are only two types of people inside, Dominants and Submissives. The submissives will be dressed similarly to yourself or possibly with even less on and the Dom's will be fully dressed. As my submissive, you will be recognised as being owned by me so nobody should take liberties with you. The tail plug and lock will also help in that regard."

"Master, what should I do if a Dom instructs me to do something?" I ask nervously.

"While we are inside, at all times be respectful to the Dominants. If it's within your powers to obey their instruction then do so. This is very important. Some of them have a high opinion of themselves and certainly won't take kindly to insolent or disobedient submissives. This means keeping a lid on your sarcasm too."

Oh boy, Master is making it sound like we are about to walk into the lion's den. I understand Master's desire to show me off but I am not entirely sure I am quite ready for this. Our D/S journey together has been interesting and exciting. I have accepted both my sister Sally and her Master Tim as being part of that journey but I am not sure I am ready to plunge deeper into the world of D/S.

His final words of wisdom to me are "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

With that, we both get out of the car and head to a rather large ornate door and opening it find ourselves in the foyer of BTP. There are two naked females there who relieve us of our coats before hurrying away to hang them somewhere. Master is now standing in his evening suite and I am standing slightly behind him effectively naked except for the few leather straps I am wearing.

My breasts are being lifted and pushed outward by straps running directly under them and around my armpits. Two further straps run directly up each inner thigh effectively creating a V shape that my locked pussy is sitting in. Whilst I cannot see my tail plug I can feel it occasionally swishing across the back of my legs and can feel the two straps that run up my butt crack firmly holding it in place. I am feeling exposed.

Master takes hold of my leash and guides me towards two inner doors which are opened for us by what I assume are two male submissives both naked but sporting complicated cock cages. I can only imagine how painful that could be should they get aroused.

Inside we are met by a young female dressed very similarly to me who indicates we should follow her. Master follows her and I follow Master being led by the leash which Master holds slackly. We pass several occupied tables and at first, I feel extremely self-conscious knowing I am effectively naked and sporting a tail from my behind which would indicate I am anally plugged. That said it doesn't take me long to realise that compared to some, I may be overdressed!

Eventually, we arrive at what must be our table and the young girl pulls out a chair for Master. Opposite is my chair and conscious of my tail, I reach around pulling it to one side as I gingerly sit down on my plug.

"Master," I ask. "Are all these people either submissives or dominants?"

"Well most are, but there are some here that are more into fetish, bondage, slavery etc. I am sure you will be able to work it out across the night. You shouldn't see anything overtly sexual though as there are side rooms where people can play out their fantasies."

"Will we be going into any of those rooms Master?" I worriedly ask.

"Not tonight we wont Susan. Now calm down and enjoy the evening."

I gingerly sit back, legs pressed very firmly together and watch the goings on in a very large room. There is a small band playing and I watch people on the dance floor most of whom are in varying stages of undress. I notice that there is a lot of intimate touching and feeling of both male and female submissives.

Occasionally someone comes up and talks to my Master but I am left mostly alone. There is one occasion when while talking with another male Dom, my Master points at me and the Dom in question reaches over and gently pulls on one of my nipple bars before nodding back at my Master.

The evening draws on before another older Master approaches my Master and they start to have a more in-depth discussion. Eventually, the older man leaves and grasping my leash which is sitting in my lap, Master tells me to stand up and follow him. He leads me across the room to a group of people all chatting together with a woman holding court. I instantly recognised her as Madam Christie, the proprietor of the pony farm we visited earlier in the year.

She turns as we approach greeting my Master, "Oh hello my darling," she says, "How are you?"

Master replies that he is well as is his submissive nodding to me. Madam turns to me "Oh you have brought your darling submissive Susan with you," she says as she eyes me up and down. Grasping the leash out of my Master's hand she pulls me close to her.

"Oh my goodness, just love the rings, darling," she says as her hand goes down between my legs and tugs on the locket keeping my vulva closed.

I am then unceremoniously turned and I feel my tail being gently pulled.

"Oh just love the tail darling," she says, "It really suites you." I am then spun back to face her.

"Thank you, Madam," I bleat out. What else can I say? Rather than any thought being given to the fact that I am standing there practically naked with a butt plug wedged firmly in my arse and not coming out any time soon, she is more interested in how pretty my bloody tail looks. Some of these Doms have a very one-tracked mind.

Master then goes on to explain he needs to leave a few minutes and would Madame kindly look after his submissive while he is gone. Madame is still holding onto my leash and tells Master that it won't be a problem and for him to trot off and do what he needs to do. She then turns back to her group and continues with whatever story she has been telling taking no notice of me other than holding onto my leash.

For my part, I am standing there just behind Madam trying to at least get an idea of what she is saying when suddenly I receive a totally unexpected hard slap to my naked bottom. Totally incensed, completely forgetting where I am, I immediately swivel around and deliver a hard smack straight across the face of my assailant.

There is a sudden dramatic silence all around me and I realise that my nervous reaction has caused me to slap the face of a young Dom probably in his early twenties. While I am still digesting the fact that I have gone and slapped a Dom in the club, my leash snaps taunt and I am pulled close to Madam who is now apologising profusely to the Dom, who sporting a red cheek is looking particularly pissed off.

Soon a large group is forming around us and it is at this point my Master returns. Whilst I know I am in deep trouble I have never been more relieved to see my Master than I am at this point. I watch as the situation is clearly explained to him and see him nodding numerous times while he occasionally glances across at me giving me looks that could make a forest shrivel up and die!

Eventually, the crowd parts and he comes over to me taking the leash from Madam before gently pulling me forward.

"What's going to happen to me Master," I say in a frightened voice.

"You're going to spend half an hour on the cross Susan so you learn a lesson on how to conduct yourself whilst in this club."

He leads me across to a point somewhere in the middle of the room close to the bar where I see a Saint Andrews cross set up. For those of you who don't know what this is, it is essentially a wooden cross stood upright with the facility for a submissive to be anchored with both hands and feet to the points of the cross. She or he is then effectively spread open with no ability to move.

As we get closer I watch as a young submissive girl is being released from the cross. The most glaring point about the girl is her bottom which is a deep shade of red. She turns and faces me with a very sullen face before she is led off and my Master is gently pushing me forward.

He then secures my hands before spreading my feet apart and securing them to the base of the cross. I then feel some of the straps around my bottom being loosened and then falling away.

"Master, what's going to happen to me?" I ask almost petrified.

"You're on the clubs spanking cross Susan. For submissive infractions within the club, this is the punishment. It has been agreed you will stay here for half an hour."

"Will you be spanking me, Master?" I ask hoping he will say yes and that it won't be the man I whacked around the face.

"It doesn't work like that Susan. Any person who wants to can smack you. Doesn't matter who it is or how many they want to give you. The only stipulation is that they can only use their hand. As your Master and owner, I must stay here by your side and supervise. I can stop anyone that is getting carried away but for the next twenty minutes your bottom belongs to the club!"

OMG, this is terrible. My naked bottom is now available to anyone who wants to smack it. I knew I was in trouble the minute I walloped that guy's face but thought it would be Master who would punish me. It now seems that anyone who feels like it can smack me. Strapped as I am to the cross I am not going to be able to avoid any smack.

It gets even worse when Master places a blindfold across my eyes. Now I won't even be able to see who it is smacking me. I then feel my butt cheeks being spread open and my tail plug being unceremoniously removed before a more familiar plug is pushed into me. I then seem to be left alone.

It is not long however before I feel hands smoothing over my bottom and then feel my plug being rotated inside me. These fingers then seem to creep around between my thighs before probing my Vulva opening. I feel my labia rings pulling taunt as the small lock holds me firmly closed so at best it seems just one finger is able to slip partly into me. It seems the finger then gives up its quest to get inside me but then I receive my first hard smack and let out a small shriek, more in surprise than actual pain.

The smacks then begin to rain down across my poor bottom. I have no idea who is spanking me although I can to a degree feel when it's a different hand smacking me. Female hands are easier to tell as they are smaller and the smack is not so intense. Interspersed between the smacks I feel hands groping me and invading my private area. My plug is never actually withdrawn but it is often played with. I now thank goodness I am wearing my lock otherwise I am sure my vulva would be constantly probed and played with.

I am crying now, not just from the smacks which rain down on my bottom at unexpected intervals but also from the invasion of unknown hands across my whole body. Only a very few of the smacks are at an intensity to make me cry out. Most seem to be from people giving me a playful smack as they move to and from the bar area. Probably the worst part of it is not being able to see them and worse, not knowing when the smack will fall.

I have no idea how long I have been strung up and smacked but suddenly feel my blindfold being removed and blink as I open my eyes looking directly at my Master.

"Are you OK Susan?" Master asks.

"Yes Master, I am," I reply. "Can we please go home now Master?" I implore.

He doesn't answer me immediately but unties me from the cross and I gratefully drop my hands before uncontrollably rubbing my bottom to try to get some of the sting out. Whilst I never truly got properly spanked on the cross, there were a few that did seem to put their heart and soul into the smacks they gave me.

"We are not going home yet Susan. The club has punished you for smacking that guy but now you need to receive some discipline from your own Master. You have managed to embarrass me here tonight so I am going to embarrass you.

" I was asked to give a talk on submissive physicality and I said no but I have now changed my mind. I am going to give the talk and you my pretty little submissive are going to be assisting me."

I looked at Master as he clipped my leash back on. I had no idea what the hell submissive physicality meant but I just knew that if my Master said I was going to be assisting him, it was not going to be good.

He leads me towards some fairly impressive open doors. I would occasionally receive a playful smack to my bottom by some unknown individual as I passed but I had learnt a lesson and never reacted to any smacks. If only I had not reacted to that first smack I am sure I would not now be trailing Master to what was going to be another uncomfortable trial.

As we pass through the doors I notice a large number of people seated and a small stage with a podium. I am led to the side steps leading up to the stage and Master then instructs me to remove the leather strap 'dress' I am wearing. I am not going to argue with him and am soon out of the leather 'thing' I have been wearing most of the night and am now stood by Master fully naked.

He then leads me up the steps towards the podium before he indicates I should stand on the small box next to the podium. There is a light shining onto the stage and it is difficult for me to see out into the crowd but I am aware there are quite a few people seated in front of me. I am also totally aware of my nakedness fully lit up by the light and what must be many pairs of eyes staring at me.

My Master steps up to the podium and gives a small cough. The room falls silent.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," he begins. " I have been asked to give a very brief talk of submissive physicality's and my submissive Susan has kindly volunteered to assist me."

I hear a small chuckle from the audience. Clearly, they are going to enjoy this talk most probably at my expense. Master said he was going to embarrass me and I think standing there naked has already achieved that so I am hoping we will soon be off this bloody stage and on our way home.

He then continues."When a person commits to becoming your submissive they are effectively trusting you with ownership of their body. They become your property and within reason, their body becomes yours to do with as you please. Let's look at Susan shall we as an example of what I mean."