Chloe gazed around the large room surrounding her and, to her dismay; nothing seemed to change the more she stared. Whips, chains, restraints, and toys adorned the walls, circling the stage in front of her. The stage was scattered with a peculiar X-Rack, horse racks, metal examination tables, and made Chloe shiver with want and embarrassment.
As she was looking around, she felt a clip of her collar then a tug. Looking up from her kneeling position by a booth in the club, she saw that master attached a leash to her collar. He tugged her into a standing position, her baby doll sun-dress falling just below her bottom.
Another tug pulled her closer into her master's embrace then he turned her to face away from him
"Kitten, my friends would like to play with you and I am very willing to share. You will address her only as mistress. You will not speak unless asked a specific question, if you are even able to speak." Damien handed off the leash to someone behind Chloe.
The woman dragged Chloe by the leash up to the stage. She was garbed in tight leather low-cut pants. Her skinny torso was wrapped in a strapless black leather corset laced with red. Her long black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail high on her head.
Mistress pulled the stubborn girl up the stairs and threw her against the x-rack. Chloe panicked and before she knew it, her arms were wrenched to the planks and Mistress was working on her legs before she had a chance to take a breath.
"Hello, Chloe. Welcome to your own personal hell. I've heard that you've been naughty." Mistress grabbed Chloe's hair and yanked her back. "Is this true?"
Chloe's breathe became uneven and rapid, she yelped out an answer before succumbing to the pain of a crop across her back. Mistress flogged her again, leaving hot, little, red welts along the length of her spine. Chloe's breathing halted a minute while taking in the roaring swell of each wound.
