Club Sound is an exclusive, privately owned BDSM dungeon in Seattle. When Danny was accepted as a member, a minor formality since she was the submissive of a Club Master and part-time employee, she received a map and description of playrooms among other documents.
While sitting naked in bed one morning, perusing the layout of the four-story dungeon, Danny noticed a remote corner of the open play area, labeled: Time-out Corner. With a sly grin, because she was pretty sure what it meant, she asked Gus if he'd ever been in Time-out.
"No, because I was never a submissive. However, when I was a kinkster employee I'd participate in the punishment of subs who had been naughty, whether actual or perceived. If a sub gets a bit petulant, they can be punished by being sent to the Time-out Corner. Some subs want to be sent to Time-out to enact the fantasy of being punished as a school child. Many female subs like to wear a school uniform plaid mini-skirt and dress shirt or tight blazer."
"Sounds intriguing. What are the rules for the scene, Master?" Danny said, feeling a tingle in her sex as it melted in moist heat that coated her pussy.
Her hand wandered to Gus' member to tease it. During their discussion, as it hardened and oozed, she delicately spread his pre-cum around the head and down the shaft.
"There's a special table that's covered in soft, padded leather. There are restraint points on two legs of the table and the opposite corners. The table can be raised or lowered to comfortably fit the size of the subject to be punished. The whole table with the subject can be raised or lowered to present the nether regions for suitable punishment. The Bad Sub is shackled and splayed out on the table so that their genitals and mouth are available for use by anyone who wants to participate in the scene. There's a tight spotlight that shines on the table so other members on the open floor know there's a subject being punished. Next to the table, there's a stand with a small whiteboard where the Master or Mistress writes why their sub is being punished. Sort of a metaphor for a dunce cap. The Dom or Domme determines how long the sub is to be punished, but it can't exceed thirty minutes. Also, they may bring implements to provide corporal punishment: paddles, floggers, whips and the like.
"A participant in punishment, let's call him a client, can fuck the Bad Sub anywhere they like. They can spank the subject with their hand while fucking them in the pussy or ass and they can ask the subjects owner to apply corporal punishment using one of the implements before they fuck the subject. If the Master or Mistress knows the client's capability, they may hand the implement to them, letting them whip the subject. But each client is only allowed one strike, since the subject may be used by many clients in a half hour. Whipping is not the object in this scene. It's only used to heighten the sexual experience.
"The final degradation is that any male may stop by and spill his seed on the subject, female or male."
"So both male and female subs are punished."
"Sure. A Domme might punish her male sub by allowing men to fuck him in the ass and mouth, and women may sit below his cock and jerk him off or blow him. Corporal punishment for men is usually mandatory by the Domme. Never witnessed one who didn't."
Danny's eyes were dancing with excitement. She had a big grin as her imagination ran wild. Since she'd gotten so aroused that it coated her thighs, Gus went down on her and ate her to a screaming orgasm, then fucked her missionary, taking his time, since she'd already come. Afterward, they lay tangled in each other, necking and petting.
Of course, Gus knew what Danny was thinking.
"I assume this means you want to go to Time-out the next time we're at the Club?"
"Affirmative, Sir," Danny replied, sporting a Cheshire Cat grin.
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"Good evening Master Kirk and Mademoiselle Lissa."
The brawny, impeccably dressed bouncers opened the door for Gus and Danny. They no longer had to even flash their credentials now that they were frequenting the Club often. Once inside, Gus took Danny's long coat and handed it to the coat room attendant. Danny was buzzing and her naked beauty was radiant, standing only in her heels, nipple clamps connected by a chain, and slave collar. Gus didn't tie her wrists together anymore, since she automatically clasped her hands behind her back after adjusting her Master's bow tie on his formal attire.
