Albuquerque, New Mexico is rather nice as cities go. Clean, spread out with desert on one side and mountains on the other. Two major interstates unite all four directions of the
Compass in the center of the city. High tech industries dominate the metro area of the bright Sunbelt City. Overall, I prefer the one horse town that is why I keep a place in the mountains far from the lights.
This is a story of normal folk, no huge mansions or limos. We all have good jobs and are stable in the community. No one is drugged, or forced to participate. A little coercion to do certain things but that adds to the excitement.
Our club started from some swingers who gravitated to certain likes. Precisely bondage, discipline, humiliation and some pain. About 30 members or so.
A quick summary of our organization. The name is just “The Club”. Simply all subs are shared by the members. Not all members have subs so Dominants outnumber subs by a small margin. All members, men and women are checked out with a fine toothed comb. Single members are usually part of threesomes who are members. There are several unattached subs, one male the rest women.
Each sub is required to give a minimum time to be on call or “With the Vibrator” as we say. They must carry a pager and be on call to service any Top at any time. Thus they must be dress, shall we say seductivly or easily accessable. This has become a sort of competition of the Doms; they see how sexy they can dress their slaves when they are on call.
No cell phones allowed, when paged the slave must find a pay phone, acknowledge the page and confirm the arrival time with the member. If they fail to comply with either time limit, the slave is punished during the next group meeting. We manage to have a female on call from at least 8 am until 2am.
Each story will be about a certain member or incident. You will learn more about the group as the story goes on.
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1.Carol, 35, 5’9” great body with short brown hair and hazel eyes. She had been with the club since the begining. Her 15 year old son is off to computer camp and when this happens each year Carol’s Husband/Owner, puts her on 24 hour call. Her husband owns a small computer business that does very well and he employs her for bookwork and such three days a week.
Because they are experienced, during this time her owner refrains from fucking her. He does his bit for the group by having her masturbate in the morning without orgasm.
On this day Rob, her owner had her working in the shop. Carol was dress in a very short skirt; in fact, it barely concealed the tops of her stockings. Her heels were the tallest she could handle. Rob watched her every chance he could, even after all these years. Her firm ass moved with her steps. She wore a tight blouse that buttoned down in the front. It was not see through but she had to remove the buttons far enough down to show her ample cleavage.
On occasion when she dresses like this at the store, the phones sing with the call going out to the area computer geeks. Carol is turned on when the store stays busy with young men gawking at her tits and ass.
Rob and Carol were both behind the counter, he selling and she checking another geek out, when her pager went off. It was clipped to her skirt; she usually had it inside her underwear but today underwear was forbidden. Her hand went to the pull it off to look at it when Rob ordered, “Finish the customers”.
Carol got nervous after the third customer, finally after two more she checked the pager and reached for the telephone. Smiling Rob grabbed her hand and nodded, “In the office”
Glancing at her watch as she ran through the shop, all eyes on her ass, she had two minutes to meet the deadline. Slamming the door she reached for the telephone and quickly dialed the number. Carol was not a painslut; humiliation and bondage were her bags.
The telephone rang and rang, Carol tapped her foot. “ Come on, Come on” she muttered.
With thirty seconds left, he answered. “Yes”
“Is Jake there?” was the code incase another person answered or a wrong number.
“This is he. “ was the answer.
“What is your pleasure, Master?” she said as it was the practice.
She recognized the voice as the newest member Ronald. “Jake” was a code word if the Dom did not answer and the slave did not know who they were contacting;
“Meet me at my house in an hour, park in the driveway and walk around the back to the back door. What are you wearing?” he asked
Carol told him “Remove all but your shoes and stocking then enter the house. Be on your knees and put on your collar” he ordered and hung up.
She was excited, a new adventure, while she fished the Club Directory out of her purse.
Rob came in causing Carol to look up with a smile. “Well cunt!?” he asked, in his dominant role. Carol knew what to do; she dropped to her knees and bowed her head.
“ I have been called by Master Ronald to serve.” She held up the book “ He lives up off of Tramway, sir and I have to be there in less than an hour.”
“Show some respect” he said
Carol bent over and kissed his right foot several times, “ Master may I go serve Master Ronald?”
“GO slut” he said.
Carol rose, grabbed her keys and ran out the back as fast as her spiked heels would let her. She started the car and zipped into traffic. The store was down by the university and if the traffic was bad well the 40 minutes left might be close. It was late in the day and the traffic was just getting heavy. As she drove she reviewed his bio, she had not fucked him at any meeting and he had not called for her before. He had been a member for six or 7 months. 26 years old, 6 foot, collage, working on the Air Force base in some mid level job. Wife, Jan, 22, redhead, 5’5” very submissive.
Carol was getting wet; she could not help it. If the traffic were not so bad, she would have been playing with herself within a few blocks. She crossed Eubank and checked her watch, she would make it.
Carol pulled into the driveway of the adobe style house. She had ten minutes to spare. Taking a deep breath Carol opened the door and stuck her lovely long leg out, it warmed from the hot sun. As she walked to the back and opened the gate, she was relieved that all the houses had high adobe walls around the back yards.
Reaching the back door Carol did not hesitate she stripped her meager clothes off and left them folded on a lawn chair. As instructed she took a couple of steps inside the utility room, closed the door, went to her knees. Pulling out the collar that is standard for the Club she locked it around her neck and assumed the waiting position.
Someone knew how to raise the tension. Ten minutes and still no one, carol the slut’s cunt was oozing juice.
A moment later her waiting ended. The kneeling slave hears a noise, like something was dragged and bells ringing. When the door opened carol dared raise her eyes.
Jan shuffled in.
The redhead entered “so sexy” thought carol. About twelve inches of chained separated her leather cuffed ankles. As carol’s eyes panned up her sister slave she saw a naked cunt like hers, rings hanging from the jan’s cunt lips and a colorfull tatoo on the left side of her mound, “Rob Weller’s private property”
Carol could not control her curiosity she stared at the young girl. She had rings in her nipples that had several ounces of weights hanging form them. Jan’s large tits were pulled to the ground and with each movement, she showed a shot of pain on her pretty face. Her wrists had another 12 inches of thick chain connecting them. Her smooth and soft neck was wrapped with a thick leather collar.
“Master is not home yet, he told me to prepare you.” Said jan in a very subdued voice, almost shy.
Jan bent down and hooked a dog leash to the front of carol’s collar. While she was bent down connecting the leash jan whispered, “there are cameras all over please do as you are told.”
Jan lead carol through the kitchen into the living room. Carol could only stare at the younger woman’s tight ass as she shuffle within the confines of the chains.
In the center of the southwest décor living room was a 4X4 square of padded wood. On one end about half way stood a galvanized pipe sticking up with some clips on top.
Jan lead the slave and halted her next to the low platform. She pointed to the front of the platform and ordered the brunette to get on all fours.” Master wants you here!” she told carol as she gracefully crawled into positions.
Jan bent to adjust the slave’s position and pull her neck to connect her collar to the top of the pipe. Carol felt the weights dangling from the younger slave’s nipple rings, tap her on her forehead. She cringed each time, knowing that with each pull a bolt of pain shot up jan’s tits and sent a shiver down her back. Jan put cuffs on carol’s wrists and ankles then attached them with chains to the platform. Carol was now fixed in a doggy position, open to her momentary Master.
Without another word redhead jan, knelt next to doggy carol and waited. They did not wait long. They heard a car pull up and the front door open and close. Carol could only look at the floor. The rattle of keys on a table and the opening and closing of the refrigerator, then the sudden appearance of boots in her view, gave carol the chills.
What carol did not see is Ronald adjusting two video cameras to catch the action.
She jumped when Ronald ran his fingers through her hair, “ Easy Bitch, you must save your energy.”
He started to caress her neck, then worked his down her back to her ass. Still shivering carol felt, his fingers explore the crack of her ass, and both tight cheeks. As his fingers probed her soaking wet cunt, the horny slut just managed to stay on her knees.His second finger found it is way deep into her hole and his thumb started to slowly rotate her hard clit. Involuntarily she leaned back, as much as her collar would let her and started grinding onto the young Master’s hand.
