"Have you been a good boy, or a bad boy?" Her throaty voice in his ear gave him an immediate erection.
He was naked, blindfolded and handcuffed to the chair he was sitting in, and he could hardly wait for what was next.
Last week had been his first time to the Pain Game – a BDSM club one of his drunken co-workers had babbled about a few weeks ago. They had gone out after work, and after a couple of rounds, Kevin had loosened up and started chatting. He was mostly-happily married, but his wife was only into regular, "vanilla" sex. The craziest thing she'd ever done with him was admit she had a vibrator, and let him use it on her.
He had done some on-line searching, and found a place call The Pain Game. It was a pay-to-play BDSM club. He had gone once, watched an encounter, and was planning on going back.
James was in the same boat. He loved his wife, but she considered it really racy to wear a red bra. She would never engage in anything kinky. When they watched "50 Shades of Gray" all she did was complain about how "weird and freaky" the characters were. He had barely made it to the bathroom before coming after the scene with the riding crop.
So, he'd gone online, and asked a few of his friends about places to go "explore other sides of his personality."
Everyone had a different internal definition as to what that meant, apparently, since he'd gotten a couple of suggestions for the strip club, one for a hash crash, and one for an adult paint-ball league. But luckily drunk Kevin mentioned the Pain Game, and James knew he had to try it.
There were various levels of engagement that someone could experience... starting at just watching, to participating as either the Dominant or the Submissive, all the way up to Controller – where you were in charge of a couple's actions, giving them instructions like a movie director.
Everyone's first time in the club was limited to watching.
Last week, James had watched. He watched as the Subordinate walked into the room, stripped his clothes off, and sat in the chair. Then he watched as Mistress Sonja walked in the room, resplendent in vinyl and chains. High heel stiletto boots. Elbow length gloves. Corset waist-cincher. Triple-layer chain belt. Full, heavy breasts swinging free. She slapped a set of handcuffs onto one of his wrists, and connected the other side around the leg of the chair. Same routine for the other side. Finally, she leaned down, her full glorious breasts in his face, and she said something to him. James couldn't hear what she said, but he watched the sub nod up and down. Mistress Sonja half-smiled, and slapped him hard across the face. Then she pulled her index finger up, flipping his chin, and grabbed a black, silky eye-fold. She wrapped it around his eyes – tight. He winced a little as she secured the knot, and then she slapped him again with her vinyl clad hand.
Oh god, how he wished he was that sub. His erection was about to escape his pants as he watched the show in front of him.
He watched her methodical torture of him. Nipple clamps placed. Slaps across his face. Disturbingly aggressive jerking on his cock. Smashing his toes with her boots. He watched her hold the Sub's face in her vinyl clad hands, and then her gentle kiss onto his mouth, while she aggressively smashed her groin against his. He watched the Sub jerk and convulse under her expert touch.
He couldn't wait to be next.
The next week, James was at the club. He had some idea of what he would be up against, because of what he saw the week before... but this whole scene was way beyond anything he had done before.
He walked into the room, knowing there will be others watching. He didn't care. He needed to be punished by Mistress Sonja.
He sat naked in the chair, and waited for her to enter the room. As she stomped in, wearing her stilettos, his cock jerked in the air, beyond his volition. Without any hesitation, she slapped a pair of handcuffs on his right wrist and then shackled him to the chair leg. She quickly repeated the process with his left hand. With her breasts full in his face, Mistress Sonja laughed throatily and said "Get a good look, Sub. You won't see these again..." and with that, she tied an eye mask over his face.
His breath hitched as the knot pulled tight against the back of his head.
She asked... 'Have you been a good boy, or a bad boy?"
