The Sub Supper Club

You are going to be brought to a formal get together for initiation into the Sub Supper Club. You don't know when or where it will be, you only know the membership is by invite only, and you will have less than 24 hours notice.

The invitation arrives certified so you have to read and sign acceptance before courtier leaves with your signature. Your instructions will be set forth with exacting details, with notice that any divergence from instruction will result in revocation on the invitation. The rules state that you must be at a high level of arousal at all times until the night of the initiation. You are instructed that you may not have any sexual contact with anyone or masturbate, and that you must wear a dress with no panties while out in public. The last line states that you can and will be covertly watched to ensure the strictest adherence to the rules you signed.

After 7 days of constant arousal from the anticipation of the unknown, and 7 days of no orgasmic release... a courtier shows up as you are leaving work that requires your signature on the 24 hour notice. It still does not state time or place, just that a limousine will be sent to pick you up at the convenience of the SSC. As soon as you sign and the courtier turns to walk away... you hear movement behind. As you turn to discover the source of the sound, a ball gag is put in your mouth and buckled tightly around your head, as quick as it happens you see a group of four large men in tuxedos and a woman in a formal gown all wearing masquerade masks beside you. You try to contest and pull away, but two of the men are on both sides of you holding your arms very firmly... almost on the edge of pain. The woman walks up, places one of her gloved hands on each side of your face and kisses you very erotically, slowly and softly.

As she pulls slowly away she has a wicked smile on her face. Her gaze piercing into your eyes, she slides her hand under the hem of you dress, up you inner thigh... and easily inserts a finger of her right hand inside you. As her finger is slowly pushing in and out of you, her left hand reaches up and grabs your hair at the base of your skull. She expertly starts rubbing your clit with her thumb, almost bringing you to the point of orgasm. She then suddenly pulls her finger out of you and places it in your mouth. Encouraging you to suck your juices off her finger. she laughs an evil laugh while Starring you in the eyes. She then leans in and kisses you in a feverish but control lust. She smiles and tells you to relax... you signed up for this. You notice a small SSC on her mask right under her right eye. Right before a black hood is pulled over your head, you catch a glimpse of a black stretch limousines stopping behind her...

Once the hood is securely attached to your head, you are led towards the limousine. You hear the door open and you are guided to your designated seat. As the car starts to move forward you are acutely aware that there is more than the 5 people that you met on the street.

You definitely know the two men that were holding your arms are still beside you, but as of yet still haven't spoken. From your position in the middle of the back bench seat, you can hear lots of whispers coming from in front of you. Just random words... muffled sounds... shifting of clothes on the seats in front of you. You strain to hear conversations, but still just just occasional words... suddenly your dress is lifted over your lap... and the top is pulled down... wrapped at your middle like a blanket. Your breasts and pussy are now on full display for who ever is in the limousine. How ever many people that may be?

It is then that you realize the interior of the vehicle is much cooler than the outside temperature on the street you just left. You hear the sound of cell phone cameras making exposures... the distinct noise that comes with an exposure. Then another... and another... it's almost like an echo that continues indefinitely. You are covered by a black hood but you can tell the flash of cameras... and the light that shines from a video camera in a dark place is making spot lights on you.

You struggle to make out conversations. You hear the sound of a zipper being unzipped... followed by some ohs... some ahs... and some mmms... in the midst of the shuffling of bodies. You think you hear 5 more zippers being undone, but you can't be sure? You try to lean forward, but the human restraints on either side pull you back into the soft leather seat. You can hear the sounds of pleasure... kissing... slurping... licking... sucking... to the front of you.

The liquid sounds of body fluids... and the wet smell of sex... start to fill the interior of the limousine. You try shifting in your seat, try closing your thighs and rub them together, but again... your human restraints stop you and force your legs apart. You hear muffled giggles...and hungry grunts of approval... as sex permeates the car like a fog.

Noise canceling headphones are suddenly placed over your ears. Now not only can you not see anything, but now you can't hear anything... nothing... you float in pitch black silence. Only the feel of the seat and the strong hands holding you back and holding your legs spread open... gives you any real grounding to this surreal reality unfolding around you.

As suddenly as the headphones went on... they are taken off as the car stops. The strangely comforting voice of the mysterious woman in the formal gown now appears directly in front of you. In a taunting voice she asks if you enjoyed the ride? She lifts the front of the hood... just enough to expose your mouth. You can feel her hot breath on your face as she removes the gag. As she leans in closer... you can smell sex on her lips. She kisses you gently at first but then urgently. You can taste another woman on her tongue... mixed with some unknown mans cum. She mockingly informs you that the stunt you pulled by trying to rub you thighs together for a little relief... almost awarded you a revocation of the invite, but seeing how wet you are... she alone would grant you the smallest of leniency for this one, and last transgression. Another failure to follow the letter of the law of the invite would result in being abandoned on the side of the road... naked. She lowers the hood a reattaches it's restraint, as to ensure no accidental removal... until the appointed time. The headphones are not reapplied as the two men lead you out of the car into a well light entry way.

Your dress is still around your waist... as you are led up a walk way, then into a stair case. All the while you hear more whispers... and more camera exposure sounds. As you walk you feel countless hands on your breasts, pussy and ass... from all sides... some caressing... some squeezing... some pinching, some flicking your nipples... rubbing your clit. Some unknown person standing in front of you to try to halt you progression... as their fingers explore the inside of your pussy... the two men on either side still pulling you along... barely slowed by the unknown hands that are trying to get in your every orifice. Your nipples are rock hard and pointing out... as soft lips... and scratchy beards are licking your nipples... fingers violate your ass and pussy at same time... but all the adorations stop as abruptly as they started.

After being lead up the stairs... You hear a large lock release, and sense a heavy door swing open. You are instructed to enter... and wait. The large door closes and latches... and you hear the large lock reengage. You are alone... mostly naked.

You are standing alone in an unknown place. Your mind racing, thinking about where you are... where you've been... how many people have seen you... how many pictures, how many videos... where they sent the images... who has seen them? How many sets of eyes... how many men... how many women... how many of each have had their hands on you... and in you? You desperately want to take your hood off, but the woman's warning echos in your head... she only, her alone... kept you from receiving a revocation of the invite. Thoughts of Her Divine fingers and thumb... that expertly brought you to the edge... gloriously teetering on the edge of a much needed orgasm... a full bodied orgasm... starting at your toes and rising like a warm tropical wave on a beach... that never was allowed to crash onto the shore.

After what seemed like an eternity of replaying the evenings events in your head, you hear a voice. A very calming... reassuring voice, suddenly slip out of the darkness. It almost startles you because you thought you were alone in the room. The voice greets you warmly, congratulates you on the rare privilege of your invitation to be initiated into the Sub Supper Club. The voice introduces himself as only the master. He praises you on your almost perfect ability to follow the smallest direction to a T, in spite of your unfortunate momentary lapse of good judgement during that... how does he put it, during that unscripted, pitiful attempt at self gratification in the limousine. He pauses for a moment... as the words echo in your head... as he is seemingly mulling over his last statement... alas he says, we shall let bygones be bygones.

The Master the gives you a brief, paraphrased history of the SSC. As he is elaborating on the rules... and the etiquette of the SSC, as he is walking up to you... he's voice is almost hypnotic... he begins to enlighten you about the initiation... as he circles around you. In doing such, you barely realize that the whole time he has been untangling the mess of a dress that has been tangled around your waist for the better part of an hour or two... you truly don't know and have lost track of time. It becomes apparent once your clothes fall in a pile a your feet. He commands you to step forward out of your clothes and informs you to kneel. He then informs you that for you to pass to the next stage of the initiation, he must deem you worthy of the honor.

He commands you to close your eyes, then he removes your hood. He demands you keep your eyes shut, and opening them will result in a revocation of invite. He explains that you must pleasure him in every way he commands. He stops his circling of you and is standing right in front of you. He commands you to open your mouth... you feel his half rigid cock on your bottom lip, but tells you do not move. He rubs the head of his penis around your mouth... as if he is applying lipstick to you... his precum is being smeared around you lips. His cum tastes sweet... and has the consistency of nectar. He commands you to worship his cock with your mouth, but you must not use hands. As you lick and suck the head, he starts pumping your face like he is fucking your pussy.

He then elaborates more about the supper club. It is called the SSC, because it is, at its heart... a formal dinner, and you, and the other subs are the after dinner entertainment. He grabs the back of your head and fucks your mouth... uses your mouth, like someone who is only concerned with his own gratification. He praises your skills as a talented cock sucker, and soon you will receive a mouthful of his appreciation. He pulls your head back hard by your hair and pulls his dick from your mouth. He commands you to get on all fours with your ass up in the air. He walks around behind you and commands you spread your ass cheeks. He spits on your asshole and with a slow deliberate thrust... he is balls deep in your ass.

He continues to slowly fuck your asshole, the whole time continuing the history lesson. Like formal suppers, this initiation will have seven courses... and this, is the appetizer. His cock seems to grow immensely... and get even harder. He informs you he is close to giving you his approval and appreciation. His breathing becomes louder and more labored. Every thrust feels like it's splitting you.

He steadily increases the speed of his thrusts and is now mercilessly fucking your ass. He informs you he is going going to cum in your mouth and he commands you to turn around, open your mouth and stick you tongue out. As soon as you spin around, his first blast goes straight into your mouth... second and third up your left nostril and covers your left eye.., the forth shot lands in your mouth again, as the fifth and sixth shots cover your face.

He commands you to swallow his blessing, and accept his nomination to proceed to the next stage. He informs you that he is taking his leave, but will see you again soon. He states the you are to remain in this position until he leaves, when you hear the door close behind him, you my get up.

You sense that the master is moving away from you... but feel he is taking his leave in the wrong direction. You, in your best recollection, think that you are now facing the heavy door and solid latch that you entered through, but the master moves away from you towards your rear... past your well fucked, sore and gaping asshole. It sounds as though he is walking away from you in a large open room... you hear his footsteps echo distantly... fading out. You then hear another heavy door, and equally heavy latch unbolt and swing open. Voices and distant, hushed movements whisper through the now open door way... and then are silenced again with the closing of the door. Tomb like quietness engulfs the room. You wait a minute or two, straining to hear any movement... long enough to ensure master is gone before opening your eyes.

You realize that you are alone, and timidly open your eyes. Your vision is blurred from being in the hood for the better part of 3 hours, let alone having the hood removed but also from the masters cum that is still covering your left eye...forcing you to squint through your blurry vision... you look around and realize you are alone. You wipe the remains of his cum off you face and then lick your fingers clean... savoring the taste, and eagerly anticipating more. Upon further inspection of the room, you see it is a long narrow room with a heavy door in front of you and behind you. On the right side of the room is a toilet, sink and a shower... on the left side of the room is a little stand, with what appears to be a sheer, almost see through robe. You go to the shower and find a note that says 'Remember, no MASTURBATION... we WILL be watching'. You ponder that last statement and quickly survey the room. It is then you notice four cameras, their blinking lights shining in the corners of the room.

You shower quickly, washing off the the lingering remains of sweat, sex and various bodily fluids... yours, the masters and what ever else was on the hands that groped you. You feel the need to scrub every inch of your body to prepare for the 7 courses that have yet to be revealed. You walk to the robe and find a note that says... 'Prepare your mind and body for the upcoming feast... the Master'.

As you slip the robe on over your head and down your body you realize, that this isn't just sheer... it is completely seethrough! You walk to the far door... as you approach it, you can hear noise that you equate to the noise coming from a small auditorium. Lots of hushed voices that get louder as you reach for the door latch... your nipples stiffen and you become increasing wet in anticipation... as you start to lift the latch... and the door swings open...