For the context of this story see, 'Initiation at the BDSM Club'.
With the Corona Virus going around the public events at the BDSM Club are postponed until this is over. Cindy's initiation probably won't happen until September or October at the earliest. Since it is a private Club the Master Suites are still being used by individuals and couples. Dr. Liz read the stories about our lives leading us to the Club and thinks it might be good for me to keep writing stories since everyone is staying home and looking for alternate entertainment. She gave me some videos of past Club events to use for the next story. I can only use first names and I cannot name the town we live in. That's fair. It won't be as good as the previous ones that we have firsthand participation in, but I think there are some really wild ones. Dr. Liz said, that if my stories average over 4.5 stars she will get me access to thousands of videos in the Club archives. After you read these stories, rate them with 5 stars. Everything at the Club is videoed, except encounters in the Master Suites when members elect to turn off the cameras.
Dr. Liz read my stories and advised me that I need to learn the different, whips, floggers, crops, and paddles and use the proper terms in my stories. Since I owe her 100's of lashes from my initiation she is going to use me for some members to learn whipping and flogging. That may be an interesting first hand story. Dr. Liz also told me that every time I thought ladies squirted it was not necessarily the case. She said she and Dr. Emily will educate me in that realm as well. She did say I have a real gift for making women orgasm and squirt. Dr. Liz is having me teach a class using the mouth, lips, and tongue to bring ladies to squirting orgasms. IT HAS BEEN REALLY FUN SO FAR!
Cindy had just moved to our town and bought a house and was going to run a new corporate office for her company here. Her job was terminated, due to the virus, before she ever opened the new office. They offered her the old job back but she already bought a house and really likes it here. She is a genius when it comes to computers and data, so I hired her as my executive vice president. I own the company and need to turn the day to day functions over to another. Cindy now is basically second in command at the company.
Even during the lock downs and stay at home orders this business continues to grow. The BDSM Club has continued to grow as well. We are just not having the open initiations and large events at the Club until this virus passes. I have several videos from the Club that Dr. Liz gave me to use in stories but a strange thing happened last week in my office.
I had seen a couple of my female employees at the Club recently and both said they had been introduced by Cindy. My personal secretary has access to my daily planner and I explained the Club to her after she inquired about the Club entries every Friday evening. She has become a member and her initiation will be in the fall as well. Our relationship has always been professional and she is the most competent and efficient secretary I have ever had. She is an absolutely wonderful lady and still single. If I was not married, I would have pursued a relationship with her long ago to see if we had any chemistry.
On to last week at the office. I usually have appointments up until 2:00 P.M. on Friday afternoon but noticed when I arrived at 8:00 A.M. that morning that I had no appointments after 11:00 A.M. I asked my secretary to book me a tee time at a local course just before that last appointment. After the client left my office, I asked my secretary when my tee time was and she dodged the question. I went to a shop down the street, that is still just doing the pickup but has not reopened the dinning room yet, and got lunch for everyone in the offices.
After we ate, I again asked my secretary about my tee time, and she said, "Mr. P. you are not playing golf this afternoon. You have one appointment that I did not put on your planner." I asked who I was seeing at 1:00 P.M. and my office door swung open and in walked Dr. Liz with Pam in tow. I noticed Pam had on the collar that said 'Slave', not the usual 'Mistress Collar'. Dr. Liz lead Pam by a leash into the corner and pulled off her coat. My wife had on nothing but a satin bra, satin garters and stockings and matching satin panties. Dr. Liz sat Pam in a chair and quickly handcuffed her hands and feet to the chair. I could see Pam's panties were already soaked. Before I could even speak Cindy came into my office and locked the door.
Cindy said, "I can't wait to see this."
With that Dr. Liz walked over and said, "Dave where is your collar?"
I said, "Dr. Liz I always were my ankle collar to work," and lifted up my pants to prove it.
"That saved you 100 lashes," Dr. Liz said, grinning. "Go over and raise your secretary's skirt and tell me what color her panties are."