The Lion's Den

After a long week at the office, I want to go out for the night, release my stress, and enjoy an evening out. I get home, strip down from my work attire, head for the shower, and get ready for my night out. After a few years of being away from the club, it's time to return to where I can breathe easier and let my hair down. Hmm, I'll wear my hair in a high ponytail. Let those strong men take my mind to a place where only pleasure resides, where dominant men can control me.

I am driving up the hill of lush, green pines dotting the long and winding driveway, full of little, glowing lamps to guide you in--pulling my Black Beauty BMW into the parking lot. After finding a spot to park and closing the convertible top, a slight shiver runs through my body, when I see the massive house on the hilltop.

Grabbing my purse and throwing my keys inside, I slowly walk down the sidewalk to the front door, knocking three times and waiting.

"Password, please," I hear from behind the massive oak door.

"Lioness."

The door opens, and Alex greets me with black pants and no shirt. "It's so good to see you again, Veronica, welcome back to The Lion's Den."

I smile and hand the young man my coat, heading to the main room where the bar is.

I gracefully walk towards the bar in my four-inch-spiked heels to get my usual red wine, just like old times. Feeling eyes on my body instantly, I sit down on one of the stools, cross my toned legs, and request my drink. I had decided to wear my black leather bustier, which makes my 34DD chest spill over the top, along with a leather thong. The stockings hit exactly right under my shapely ass with the garters tight. Of course, I remembered my signature knee-high leather boots.

I am sipping my wine slowly, watching and listening to the beautiful sounds of people moaning, and of whips hitting against flesh. Another shiver runs through me, feeling excitement and a thrill like nothing else but this place can give me.

Off to the side, my eyes meet with Master Sean, and he smirks with that devilish smile and walks toward me. He has broad shoulders and dark-brown, tight hair; he does it with a purpose when he walks. His hand runs up my stocking-clad thigh, sending electricity through me. Leaning in, he kisses my lips and whispers. "It's been a long time, my Princess."

I smile. "Yes, my Luv, it has been a long time." I also return his kiss with a lust-filled lick upon his lips. "You know how busy I have been with my business taking off. My dedication and focus were on that--and being successful."

"Yes, I understand, but you must know you have been missed here."

My lips quirk into a gentle, sexy smile. Master Sean tells me the highlight of this evening will be

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and that he will perform the sexy show. My insides quiver at the thought of watching him do this. He was always the best with ropes; I remember what he did to my body years ago.

"I can't wait to watch you, Master Sean."

Master Sean leans in, grabs my neck, pulls me towards him, and kisses my lips hard. Once his lips touch mine, a spark runs through my body. He pulls his lips from mine and looks into my eyes. "I will come for you later, do you understand."

My breathing stops for a second, and I respond with a nod.

Whispering in my ear, "You will pay for not saying, 'Yes, Master Sean.'"

"Yes, Master Sean."

He smiles and walks away.

My body is quivering; my juices begin to soak my itty-bitty panties. I take a sip of my wine and go towards the stage for the show. The slow, erotic music begins to play in the large area's speakers; the lights dim a bit. Excitement runs through me, to watch this performance again after so long being absent from the lifestyle.

Master Sean and a lovely blonde walk onto the stage; she has nothing on but black spike heels. Master Sean is wearing black leather pants with no shoes nor shirt. I shiver again, watching what is about to unfold before my eyes, my body getting flushed.

He begins with a double-column tie on her wrists--he is so sexy when he does this--and the blonde's face looks like she wants more. He continues with his work, and as the minutes pass, he begins the art of the rope between her labia to give pressure and friction to the clitoris. Moving the rope back up to her tied wrists, he finishes and leads her around the stage; as she walks, you can see the pleasure on her face, and I know she will need a release very soon. And if I know Master Sean, he will tease her with glorious ecstasy. He continues his rope skills; it is such an exciting thrill to watch him, the patience and skill he has with every pull of the rope, tightening it to her perfect body. You can see the lustfulness in her eyes with every rope tug.

At that moment, I felt hands on my forearms from behind, leading down to my fingers, taking away the glass of wine I was still holding, and placing it on the table next to me. Then my hair is pushed out of the way, and lips are placed on my neck, kissing and licking the delicate vein that sends shivers down my already-heated body.

"Hello, Kitten"

I growl when I hear his accent, and respond almost too slowly, "Hello, Master Christian."

"You have been missed around the club; so good to see and feel you against my body again."

"Thank you, my darling," I whisper. "As I told Master Sean, my time and attention were needed elsewhere, and now that my business is booming, I thought it was time to come back."

Christian hums, "I'm sure many men and women will be excited to hear this news."

Christian is tall, dark, and extremely handsome; I nod in agreement with him and look him up and down, wanting to feel his thick shaft glide into my warm mouth. I know he will tell me to get on my knees any second because he knows how I desire to be told and forced. This is not our first dance; it's just been a while. He winks at me and tells me to get on my knees; I do, of course, being the good submissive I am.

"Unzip my pants and pull out my cock, Kitten."

My fingers tremble, and I do as he asks, unzipping slowly and running my nails along his thick shaft. I look into his eyes when my tongue sneaks out to taste his pre-cum dripping from the tip. Taking his cock into my hand, wrapping tightly around his shaft, I slowly outline my lips with the pre-cum leaking from his fat head, and my tongue slowly sneaks out to taste.

He moans for more, when my warm wet lips wrap tightly around his hard cock, pushing deeper; I love to feel his smooth shaft and pulsing veins on my tongue. The moment I get to the root, he hums with pleasure, feeling my saliva coat his hard steel and the warmth that caresses his entire length; he can't help but thrust, wanting to gag me. He grabs my head, digging his fingers into my scalp, and then takes my ponytail and forces me to bob up and down with more vigor.

We both moan, my tongue goes flat, and my teeth graze ever so gently across those pulsing veins, he is thrusting slowly and deep to the back of my throat, making me gag. Drool leaks from my lips, sliding down my chin and dripping onto my heightened breasts.

I can feel his cock getting hard like steel, as it pistons wildly in and out of my mouth. Until the power of his climax is too overwhelming, he begins feeding me all that hot cum I so desire. I swallow quickly, when hot ropes of cum shoot down my throat; looking up into his eyes, and smile through the cock still in my mouth. Slipping it out of my mouth, I lick along the sides of his shaft, watching his cock twitch.

Looking down at me, he growls, "My turn to taste you, Kitten."

I slowly lick and bite along his abs and up his muscled chest, while he guides me to the nearest sofa and pulls my panties to the side of my swollen lips. Straddling my legs over his face, and sink to his warm tongue--he's ready to lick my dripping-wet pussy. My moans get louder, as he flicks his tongue against my hard bud; grabbing a handful of hair, I buck and circle my hips while his tongue slips into my dripping hole, licking my star and back to my pussy. I moan while the warm fever runs through me and begins to ignite a strong and fierce blaze, and my legs start to shake. The lashings I endure now are so fast, devouring my sweet pussy; I'm moaning, growling--ROARING --through the ecstasy when my body convulses, and my breathing is heavier. I know I am close, my legs tremble, and my lower abdomen becomes tighter and tighter.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, right there."

"Cum for me, Kitten. Do it now."

Hot juices come gushing onto his waiting tongue. With my body flushed, I slide down the front of his body. I taste myself on his tongue, as Master Christian takes me into his arms and kisses my swollen lips, running his hand over my hair and caressing my cheek. He tends to me after, like a good Dominant Master does; soothing me even though we did not play hard this time, but this is his nature. He looks me in the eyes, kisses my lips softly, and whispers, "Yes, you have been missed, Kitten."

I giggle, "Thank you, Luv."

He slaps my ass and tells me that the night is still young, and I have so much more pleasure ahead of me. I agree with him, so we stand, and he puts his now half-hard cock back in his pants. I watch with lust still in my eyes, but I know these men have much more to give me.

I lean in and kiss his lips again, whispering to let him know that I'm going to freshen up in the ladies' room, and that I will see him later. I will play with him again soon, as he knows the same.

While walking towards the ladies' room, I wave to some friends and blow them kisses, letting them know that I see them and will talk with them shortly. Such a great start to my night, that I have so needed, for so long. The night is still young, indeed, I think to myself, while freshening up, reapplying my lipstick, and smoothing down my hair.

Walking out, I talk with my friends and catch up, knowing they will have many naughty and lovely stories. Of course, I get tons of kisses on the cheek and hugs; it feels so good to see them again after so long. I tell them I can't believe I have stayed away, but I am back for good, to explore and experience all the adventures and excitement. We all continue chatting for a while, knowing there will be another show, or a Dom training another sub. Or even the unique rooms that you can watch through the glass; those are always exhilarating and intoxicating to watch.

My body trembles, and I tell my friends I will talk with them again soon, and head to the back rooms. I pass several empty spaces and come to one where I see four people inside. One woman and three men are behind the window, all naked and the men playing with the pretty brunette; they are lean and fit, their torsos glistening in sweat; she has the look of ecstasy from being pleasured by those three. One is feeding her his cock, with long, slow strokes in and out of her mouth, her drool leaking from the sides. I see her glazed eyes briefly, before they roll back in her head, as she sits on another cock in her ass. The third and last, she is facing, while he thrusts ravishingly into her dripping pussy.

My body begins to flush while watching this heightened performance. I can see her body start to shake, her legs trembling at the upcoming climax that will hit her hard. With the synchronized rhythm of thrusts inside her ass and pussy, she is barely holding onto the rupture that is beginning to explode inside her glistening, filled holes. The tall, tattooed one repeatedly thrusts his long, hard, stiff shaft down her throat, watching her gag on each thrust that incredibly seems to go deeper. All at once, the screams and growls erupt from their lips, while both in her wet pussy and tight ass, growl deeply and cum hard inside her. Her eyes continue to roll back, and she cums with waves and waves of pleasure. The tattooed one joins the roar, and pulls out of her mouth cumming all over her face and awaiting tongue.

I feel weak in the knees and lean over to grab the edge of the window, to hold myself up. Then I feel strong arms wrapped around my waist, hot lips and tongue on my neck, and a whisper of hot breath.

"It's okay, my Princess, I've got you."

"Master Sean," I hiss between gritted teeth.

"Yes, Princess, I'm right here."

My feet come off the floor, and I'm being carried to another room filled with red and black furniture and a St. Andrew's Cross in the corner. A bed off to the left is where he gently takes me and lays me down.

"Stay here, Princess; I will be right back."

A few moments later, Master Sean and Master Christian reenter the room, wearing bare feet, black leather pants, and no shirt. I sit up and prop my arms by my side, to look at all that defined muscle coming my way. My body responds, and the juices flow like an intense fire. They both stand in front of me, and tell me I'm in for a wild and intoxicating experience; I slowly lick my lips and purr with excitement.

Master Sean grabs my throat; my eyes shoot up to his. Curling his fingers with a tight grip, he eases his hand to my face, clenching hard to force me up and onto my toes, as he lowers his head over my shoulder and kisses the side of my neck with a fierce hunger. I feel him kiss my nape and shiver from the wet, sensual lips touching and tracing my jugular. I extend my head to the side, moaning from his lips and the anticipation.

"In a wait position, my Princess."

I can feel his brute force squeezing my cheeks in, and I ease into the position he commanded. "Yes, sir, Master Sean."

"Good girl," he tells me, running his fingers down my throat to my luscious breasts rising and falling from the exhilarating breathing that has increased in my lungs.

Master Christian has taken my wrists and cuffed each one with a little chain hanging from the soft leather he has buckled. Next, he lightly runs his hands down the sides of my breasts, until he gets to my hips, where my thong panties are sitting high. He grabs the front of them, rips them off swiftly, and I gasp; bringing them to his nose and smelling the essence I have left upon them. Watching him throw them on the couch, returning his dark, lust-filled eyes to mine; he kneels, caressing my toned legs as he goes to my dripping pussy, and kisses right above my pubic bone. Moving ever so slowly, he takes one long lick between my swollen folds, and I begin to growl and moan.

He chuckles, "Master Sean and I have so much pleasure in store for you, Kitten."

All I can think is, "Yes, Master Christian."

"Good girl."

He continues his descent down my legs, buckling cuffs on each ankle. Master Sean is behind me, untying my bustier, and with the release of the tightness, I take a deep breath; feeling goosebumps run up my arms and I shiver. Master Sean is kissing down my shoulders, moving to the small of my back, placing his hand there, and bending me over. Gripping my ass in his strong hands, then slowly rubbing, I suddenly feel a hard SLAP, and I moan again.

I am left with only my thigh-highs and leather boots.

Master Sean growls and slaps my ass again; his rubbing soothes the sting. "You want more, Princess?"

"Yes, sir," I squeak out.

"You remember earlier when I told you that you would pay for not saying, 'Yes, Master Sean.'"

"Yes, I remember, Master Sean."

He slaps my ass and makes me count the ten slaps; my ass is burning, and the sting feels so incredible.

Master Christian is standing now; I hear his zipper being lowered; his cock in hand, stroking up and down, pre-cum glistening on the tip. I am waiting for his command.

"Open up, Kitten," and there it is.

I was opening wide, tongue flat, waiting for the saltiness to hit my tongue. He slides into my warm mouth, and I suck eagerly. Master Sean has a flogger in hand, lightly lashing my ass and my tender folds. I moan from the pleasure of the flogger on my ass and pussy, and a cock in my mouth; my pussy throbs and aches, and I know it is dripping for more. This goes on for a while; my body is burning with the desire to release, just on edge and ready to rage like an inferno.

And then, Master Christian pulls his hard, glistening cock from my mouth.

Master Sean stops flogging my ass, gets on his knees, and licks my dripping wet pussy, moaning when my essence coats his tongue. He teases my holes for a moment, and then stops; I moan when he blows on my slick heat, and he stands.

"Come with us, Veronica."

My head is in subspace now. I obey like the good submissive I always strive to be, and follow; with help from both on each side of me, guiding me to the St. Andrew's Cross, and locking my cuffs into place. I'm floating. A wet tongue tracing my erect nipples, and then there's another flogger whispering through the air and lashing my hips and pussy. A blindfold is placed over my eyes, and my senses have risen another notch. Hands glide over my body, tongues and teeth nipping at my nipples, until there's a tight clamp on each nubbin; I moan with pleasure while the clamp bites into those erect peaks.

I hear a buzzing sound, and then a hand runs up the inside of my thigh, a finger running through my slick, juicy folds, rubbing my hard little bud in circles. More moans escape my lips, but I don't dare say a word--just feeling the glorious sensations running rampant through my body. A tongue licks and traces around my mouth, then a hard peck, and then Master Sean plunges his tongue into my mouth; I seek it out and return the kiss with my swirling tongue. Moaning out in pleasure when the vibrator hits my hard little bud, all I can do is endure the aching. Master Christian is torturing my pussy with the vibrator, not giving me a single ounce of mercy, while Master Sean continues to devour my mouth and pull on the nipple clamps.

My orgasm will not be able to be held back; I know this, and they both know it, too. Master Christian pushes a finger inside me and moves upward, right toward my G-spot. Master Sean runs his hand down my back and drives a finger inside my tight ass; I squeal with a mix of pleasure and pain that courses through me. I am so close to the edge of my orgasm, that I wildly start to rock my hips. My body gets tight, my legs shake, and my stomach quivers.

"Oh...fuck...oh my God... I'm going to cum... Please, Masters, let me cum."

"Cum for us, my beautiful Kitten."

Hearing those words, my eyes roll to the back of my head. I release the most incredible orgasm, my body convulsing for what feels like minutes. With pleasure rocking through me, my body can't get enough, and I cum again hard on top of the first orgasm; it is such intense pleasure. Master Sean growls into my mouth as I cum. Master Christian removes my blindfold and looks deep into my crystal-blue eyes, watching the ecstasy within them.

I'm quickly released from the handcuffs and carried to the bed, the clamps still in place on my nipples. My body is still writhing, with the anticipation of more pleasure.

"Oh, beautiful girl, we are not done with you."

Master Sean lies on the bed and tells me to straddle his face, that he needs to taste me before he slides his cock into my drenched pussy. I do so immediately, lowering myself onto his waiting hot tongue; he sucks me with such force and determination, moving from my clit to my opening, sticking his tongue in so deep. He stops suddenly, and I give a disgruntled sigh.

Master Christian pulls my ass back to him, licks my star, spits, and then licks it again.

I take Master Sean's cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head while feeling the warm sensations from my core.

Master Sean grips my hair and pulls me off his cock with a suctioned POP--I release him. "Sit on my cock, nice and slow, Princess."

I slowly ease down on his cock, and moan when he is deep. I move my hips back and forth, lean over him, and kiss his lips.