The Club 186

It was a regular Saturday evening in the fall, for me at least. I always headed to the local BDSM club to help a friend out with getting everyone in each night and tonight wouldn't be any different. Wrapped up in the same old long black jacket that hit my shins against the chilly air and a pair of black leather boots, I entered an industrial-looking building that no one would think twice about when passing. Stepping through the door, I let out a breath, a smile breaking out on my soft pink lips as the feeling of being home surrounded me.

I made my way to the changing room, throwing in all my items before stripping off my boots and adding them. My jacket joined them soon after, leaving me in a tiny black halter dress with pink polka dots. My lacy black bra peeked from the deep vee of the dress to lift my large heavy breasts into a deep set of cleavage. The skirt just skimmed the bottom of my cheeks, giving tiny peeks of my matching lacy black thong, my long brown curls fell to my waist caressing my bare back to where the dress began on the curve of my bottom, as I moved towards the counter where everyone got checked in and paid for the night.

There weren't many of us that got there early to set up and get ready for the night, but those of us who did were like family almost. Lots of hugs and smiles as we greeted each other and got setup. Standing behind the register while counting the money was the first time I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My hands froze, my body tensing as my bare toes curled into the mat. A tiny tremor ran through my fingers when a strong urge to run hit me. My breaths were shallow and silent, I made myself turn my head, but there was no one that I could see. I laughed at myself, shaking my arms out. Rolling my head to ease the nerves and tension coasting through my body with the adrenaline spike from nothing more than my silly mind playing tricks on me.

Soon the doors opened and the guests poured into two neat and loud lines. Everyone was chattering and flirting. Vanilla clothing was coming off to reveal sexy little outfits and a lot of bare skin. One of my favorites stepped up and I had to laugh as I moved onto the step stool, leaning across the tall counter to offer him my breasts, his head falling between them to motorboat them in our customary greeting which never failed to make me laugh.

As I stepped back down, I exchanged money and pleasantries with our guests, that feeling hit me again hard enough to make me gasp. It was then, that I saw him: the one known as Wolf. He was a more recent arrival and a DM for the club. He was tall and built like a wolf, all long taunt muscles. Bald, with a nicely groomed salt and pepper goatee. None of that meant a thing, no matter how nice it was to look at, it was his eyes that captured my attention. Those ice blue eyes that could stare, unblinking into your soul and cast judgement in moments that could ignite a need in a girl to want to run or kneel.

I wanted to do both as my heart raced, breath held while trembles raced through my body. My friend behind the counter called my name several times, "Ash!" with a gentle nudge. "Ash!" with a poke in the ribs. "ASH!" with a loud, firm swat on my bottom which finally made me blink and look away from his entrancing gaze. I felt the hard blush hitting my cheeks as I tried to focus on the tasks at hand, bumbling and feeling a fool as he never moved his eyes from me. My hands couldn't stop shaking and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Finally, the last guest was checked in and the double doors closed behind them to contain the noise in the playrooms and he was gone, letting me take my first real breath in what seemed like hours. I had to make my way outside into the cool air to settle my heartbeat and try to soothe my heated flesh since I was supposed to be up on the St Andrews soon and my head was already discombobulated. After several minutes, the coolness of the air brought goosebumps to my skin, sending me back inside. I smiled again as I opened the double doors and stepped through to the playrooms.

People milled about using the various equipment. Moans and whimpers filled the air. A solid ringing thwack of a paddle meeting flesh. Murmured discussions about the displays and all of the things to be tried reached my ears as I dipped and ducked my short frame around everyone to get to the back room. The whip room. The long tall room was my favorite place. It smelled like leather, oils, and sweat. A combination that curled around my heart and stayed there, bringing me a sense of peace.

I ran my eyes around the room looking for Scott, a top who was one of my whip playmates. A grin curved my lips as I caught his eyes, making a whip gesture at him, lifting my brows to see if it was time since no one else was using the cross. His answering grin and nod towards the equipment was all the answer I needed. I bounced towards the dark wooden cross and ignored the urge to run my hands lovingly over the wood, instead my fingers undid the bow at the nape of my neck to let the top of my dress fall to my hips where I wiggled it down over the curves.

I folded the dress and placed it on the shelf behind the cross, then added my bra and panties. Left bare in the crowded room. My hands raked through my long hair, my fingers twisted and turned it into a messy bun on the top of my head to leave my flesh open for the fun that would be had shortly. When I turned, unashamed and comfortable amongst my friends here, my bare body was on full display. Small rosey pink nipples already hardened, bare mound soft and dry for the moment. I watched Scott as he laid out the toys for the night: several floggers of varying lengths and weights, a few crops, a cane, and then my favorites the long twisting braids of the whips curling on the towels he had laid out on the floor.

He finished setting everything out and came to me with two pairs of of metal cuffs lined with thick soft pads. My hands naturally lifted for him to fasten them around my wrists, standing still with a happy hum filling my body as he knelt to fasten the matching pair around my ankles. There had never been anything sexual between us, we were playmates, but that didn't stop me from appreciating his large build, muscle bound chest and abs that ended in the waistband of his kilt. His tall black boots encased his calves and feet with shiny metal buckles that matched the cuffs on my wrists and ankles as he told me to assume the position.

I didn't hesitate, my body was already heating just feeling the cuffs on me, as I turned to face the cross. Lifting my arms above my head towards the clips on the top, spreading my legs so my ankles were near the clips on the bottom. Only inches between us as he stepped forward, towering over me as he clipped my wrists to the wood. His hands sliding over my arms, across my shoulders and down my spine to my waist. I could feel the weight of his stare as he checked to make sure I wasn't hiding any previous marks from our last play session. His hands continued their check around the globes of my bottom, running a palm against my soft nether lips, around my thighs before clipping my ankles to the cross as well.

A fine tremble made its way from the tip of my head all the way down to the juncture of my thighs as he stepped back with a little grunt of approval. He'd cleared me for play and that sound gave my body the right to relax, adrenaline starting to course through my veins. I could hear his boots on the concrete floor, I bowed my head and closed my eyes, my mind focusing on the sounds of his movements through the quiet murmurs of the people in the room. The faintest sound of leather on leather brought a smile to my lips. I was almost always giddy at the beginning, sometimes feisty. Today I just felt like laughing, all light and happy.

He didn't say a word to me, the almost silent swoosh ending in a with a deep thud against the back of my knee, making me giggle out loud. That earned a pause, but he knew me well enough to just chuckle and then it was a flurry of smacks that were blunted by the wide width of the leather straps. He was warming up my flesh, making it swell for him, turning it into a delightful shade of pink. Random giggles burst from me, mixing with soft moans as my body relaxed further under his skillful blows.

My flesh from knees to nape were battered with the heavy blows until it made my giggles stop. Lips parted on a low pant of moans. My insides liquifying more with each stroke of the leather until my mind stopped thinking and began to drift with a low hum of pleasure. Then it all stopped at once, his boots thudding on the floor, sounds of things being moved, picked up, and discard until he returned. From the sounds of his steps, several feet away that made my heart soared, knowing the only thing that was long enough for that amount of space.

Seconds later a sharp stinging bite lit up my shoulder, drawing a long moan from me as that sensation curled through my body to settle between my legs. Then the rapid cracking of the whip started to fill the air. He was merciless and precise with every bite. Pain flaring across my shoulders, down my ribs, across the rise of each cheek. He was making a design, one I wouldn't be able to see until later, but I could feel the intentions. Diagonal bites across each cheek and then silence. I was whimpering, dancing on my toes as the pain sluiced through me, turning my body into a roaring pit of fiery need.

I thought we were done and then there was a loud, crashing snap of the whip, the tip curling between my legs, biting deep into the flesh of one lip moments before it was repeated on the second lip. The blood in my veins pooling into those spots, a harsh cry torn from my lips as tears glazed my eyes. My hips jerked unbidden, my clit throbbing, walls clenching so tightly my ovaries ached from it. There was no hiding my excitement or need from anyone at that point but my mind didn't care. I didn't care. I was floating like a kite through the clouds, released from the prison of my own flesh to languish on a cloud of sensations.

I wasn't seeing the wall in front of me, I didn't hear the sounds around me. I was just gone, drifting in that trance until I felt fingers curling around my chin, tilting my head up. All I could see was Scott's face, frowning down at me, his lips moving without sound and all I could do was beam at him. I felt his large hand cupping my cheek, petting my hair as he continued to watch me. Our eyes locked together until he shook his head. I could feel things snapping around my wrists and ankles and then something warm and fuzzy wrapped around me until I was floating in his arms.

He layed me down on a soft couch and then I could hear my humming, unconciously expressing my pleasure. A straw was pressed to my lips and they automatically drew in a gulp of cold water. That coolness in my overheated body drawing my mind down a bit. Letting me see more clearly, sounds impeding into my mind until I was able to sit and hold the bottle by myself, nursing the water delightedly. Friends came and checked on me until I felt myself almost solidly in my body. It was then I stood and stretched, leaving my clothes on the shelf, padding my way back out to the main room to watch some of the other festivities.

That's when his gaze hit me again though I didn't see him anywhere in front of me. It could have been seconds or minutes later I felt a warm heat nearly touching my back. I could smell the earthy tones of him and delight and nerves sprung alive throughout my body until I just started running and ducking around people, using them as shields and laughing. I thought he'd have more trouble. He was bigger, almost a foot taller than me and yet some how he tackled me before I got completely around a paddling bench in the middle of the room.

I struggled and fought against his steely grasp that held both of my wrists in one of his. My body bucking the welted and raised flesh of my back against his front. My mind was still higher than normal, but I could feel the sinewy strength pouring out of him, the hard length of his cock pushing against his jeans and between my cheeks as I struggled and laughed beneath him. My heels were kicking until he curled his legs down, trapping them beneath his ankles until I was completely at his mercy. Naked, marked, and shivering on the cool concrete of the floor beneath him.

I could feel the stinging pain as he rubbed his body against me, pinning me more firmly to the floor. The welts screaming against the fabric of his shirt and pants making me whimper, a couple of tears falling from my lashes onto the floor. His voice was deep and quiet in my ear, "Stop fighting girl". My body didn't even pretend to resist as I fell soft and compliant under him. I felt his body lifting above me, a whine escaping me at the loss of his weight. Then his rough palms were snagging down my back, caressing the raised flesh, making me tremble and moan.

I could feel every part of his hand as it turned on my swollen ass cheek before slipping between my thighs. Two rough, thick fingers immediately delving into my pussy, stroking my honey slick walls. I was a moaning, mindless mess beneath him as I begged for more. He didn't listen, of course he didn't listen, he was Wolf. He was the one in charge, the one who set the pace, the one who determined when, how, and if I would achieve my release. There was no question of if I would submit to him, his entire being commanded it and I could do nothing but yield and plead into the floor.

He had me stretched so tight beneath his hand and ankles that I couldn't even lift my hips to press back against his fingers. He just took his time, exploring my depth, stroking, finding the spots that made me moan. The spots that made me whimper. The spots that left me gasping and begging until my walls were rolling and gripping around his fingers, my honey filling his palm, sliding to the floor. His body dipped closer and his voice was at my ear once more. "Cum for me pet." Then a split second later his teeth were sinking into my shoulder.

The pain, pleasure, the command in all of it making me shatter in a soul crushing orgasm that made my body jerk in the confines of his hands. Tears running down my cheeks with a hard sob as my body and mind splintered for him. Gushing around his fingers, hips curling up at the sudden release of his fingers that gave me the room to rub against his chest. Not even feeling the sharp bites and aches coating my back as my orgasm slowly wound down around his stroking fingers.

Falling bonelessly onto the floor, lips parted in hard pants, feeling the creamy trail of his fingers against them just before they slipped into my mouth. Suckling my honey from them without thought, my tongue curling and lapping up my sweetness until both of his fingers were clean. As soon as he pulled his fingers from my mouth, I was lifted and carried to a back room where I drifted in my happy afterglow. His hands were moving along my body, making sure he hadn't broken any welts or done any damage. My chin was cupped and lifted, my lips were smashed in a desire-laced kiss that left me breathless.

"After my shift, you will meet me here. Understood?" His voice could do terrible things to my body all on its own and I could only nod my agreement as my teeth sank into my bottom lip. He set me back down on the floor, gave my bottom a swat and walked back out to continue working. I caught a glimpse of the spot where we had been, surrounded by people and my face flamed at the realization of what had happened, my body not caring as it flared with heat. I ducked my head with a little laugh at myself before exiting and making my way back out on the patio. Letting my naked body cool in the air, chatting with some of the others outside as well while in the back of my head, a countdown had begun for the end of the night.