This is a continuation of Femdom Fantasy Realised, a story of discovery between Cate and Ben, which I suggest you read first.
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Cate and continued to see each other a couple of times a week, usually for a quiet dinner at home. This was worked around Cate's studies. She had decided to pursue another career. On weekends we often went to the city one day and spent the other day at home. Often Cate studied while I read or watched sport or a movie. On a warmish weekend afternoon we might walk to a local park and lie in the sun for a while before finding a coffee. Cate was always careful to protect her pale skin.
We had sex a couple of times a week, mostly vanilla. On one memorable occasion Cate dressed in vintage underwear without panties. The stockings she wore attached to a lacy garter belt. She wore a gauzy bra, transparent enough to see her erect nipples. She put her hair up and rouged her cheeks. Cate sauntered around in high heels and teased me mercilessly, eventually inviting me to take her from behind over the back of the sofa. We then moved to the floor and Cate rode me until I came, filling her cunt. Feeling a little nasty she moved up, inviting me to clean her up with my tongue. Eating her cunt was a regular part of our sex play. Occasionally she would blow me, but this was rare, and to be honest I preferred worshipping her. We also used quite a number of positions, moving fluidly between them, in a lyrical synchronicity. Our favourite, though we were careful not to overuse it, was cowgirl, Cate used the whole length of my shaft as she wanted and I enjoyed the sight of her puffy lips stretched around my pulsing cock.
One Saturday night Cate felt compelled to order me to the basement. While I waited naked I imagined what might be coming. Our sessions were rare enough that there was usually something new to experience. Cate appeared in my sight line in one of my white business shirts and a pair of flat white slip on shoes. She told me it would be different, that we would take turns choosing the pain activity, and we would both experience it. She started by slipping off the shoes and unbuttoning the shirt to expose her erect nipples clamped. She removed the shirt fully and walked to me. As we kissed deeply she removed one of the clamps, and during a break for air she attached it to my right nipple.
We opened our toybox, and I pointed to the feather duster, our version of the cane. "Three each, I'll take it first."
Then Cate chose the cock and ball harness, and offered the opportunity for me to attach a peg to each of her pussy lips for a short time. I agreed, and my next choice was wax, ten seconds on choice of body part. I chose Cate's stomach, she went for my cock. Finally it was our nylon cat, three of each. Cate tried to whip the wax off my cock, while I gently stroked her cunt with the strands. We then had frenzied sex, before collapsing. While we did this we groaned, cried, and even laughed together. Cate told me it was her way of announcing an equal, strong and loving partnership. We would play femdom games but we were a couple, not a mistress and a slave.
After several months we still had not really announced ourselves to the world. A few key friends knew but we had kept ourselves well hidden at work, hard as that was. One day Amy came up from the factory with some paperwork I needed. While she there she asked me if I wanted to go out with her the following Thursday night. I was going to say no but as I started to speak I caught Cate in the corner of my eye giving a quizzical look. To stall while I worked out what Cate was thinking I asked Amy what she had in mind. She leant over and quietly said that she wanted company to a BDSM club that was having a newbie night and she needed a male to escort her and her friend Trish. Cate obviously heard enough and gave me a subtle nod, and so I agreed to Amy's request. She said she would catch me later with the details. When I caught up with Cate, she told me she trusted me and that I should enjoy myself, but not too much. Cate also told me that I might pick up some things that we could use ourselves.
Amy and I met after work for a drink before we met her friend Trish. We chatted amiably, Amy admitting that after getting to know me a bit she had, very much like Cate, decided to try it on. I told her I was involved, but I was happy to accompany her and see what happened. She admitted that the newbie thing was an excuse to get me to come. She thought she saw something in me that would enjoy going to the club she had been to for the last twelve months. She then admitted Trish was her top. I wanted to know what to expect and she shrugged. "Trish is unpredictable" Amy said. "It could be anything. We have only had this relationship for about three months."
Trish arrived, tallish, blond and curvy. Her breasts were large and her hips wide. She was dressed casually like Amy and me. Amy was shorter and slimmer than Trish, and because she worked manually she was more toned. Trish asked me what I was doing here, and I explained that Amy had asked me to join her to experience the club. Trish told me that was fine but that I needed to participate. We negotiated that I would be involved but that physical contact would be limited.
We walked out to Trish's car and drove a few blocks, parking in a laneway. We walked through a red door into a dark corridor. Through another door we stepped into the club.
There were a matrix of rooms for changing, one for male doms, male subs, female doms and female subs. We split, and went in and put my clothes into a locker. I walked out naked and waited. Amy emerged almost naked, wearing a thick pink collar and transparent pink boy pants. She was barefoot and her hair was tied up in a bun. I was surprised to see her large nipples were pierced with barbells. Amy asked me how I was doing, and I replied that I was fine. I looked forward to seeing what Trish had in mind.
Trish came out and we both instinctively knelt. I realised that some dommes did the leather thing as Trish was in a lace up corset, breasts bulging slightly. She wore a leather thong with studs, and her legs were encased in knee high boots. She was the domme I used to fantasise about before I met Cate, and I must say that I now much preferred the idea of the gentle and subtle relationship I had with Cate. I didn't know Trish, and I was prepared to see what happened, but I also realised that it would probably be one off.
Trish tossed me a simple collar and told me to put it on. She led us into the main room of the club where all sorts of debauchery was occurring. I looked across the room to see a number of slaves tied to crosses on the wall being whipped with a variety of whips and crops. There were punishment benches where some were also being worked over.
We did a quick tour of the punishment benches on the way to the wall of crosses. I mentally noted a male sub being fucked anally while another mistress applied a line of little clamps around and on his nipples. At the next bench a female was blindfolded and fucked while another dom accepted a deep throat blow job. At the final bench another male wearing a metal chastity cage and a butt plug was rimming his mistress while she worked across his chest with a wartenburg wheel.
We arrived at the whipping wall and Trish made me remove Amy's panties. As I did I could see she had a buttplug inserted. On instruction I harnessed her up and then Trish started to work her over, first with a flogger and then a crop. This was quite measured, building a rhythm and working Amy into the scene. Then Trish quoted some infraction and decided the punishment was six with a bullwhip. The strokes were counted out, each leaving a rising stripe. As I helped Amy down I noticed her eyes were slightly glazed, as though she was somewhere else.
We moved into our chamber and Trish secured Amy to the bench facing up. Them she turned to me and noted my raging erection. She told me to spread my legs and close my eyes. I felt her stretching my balls down, and then suddenly something was snapped on. When I opened my eyes I was wearing a ball stretcher. It was a bit tight but not unpleasant.
Trish went to the cupboard on the wall and opened it. Inside were shelves of boxes, all with names on them. She pulled hers out and opened it. From the box came a transformer and some probes, which she then used to work on Amy. Her limits were tested as a probe was inserted into her and Amy touched around her clitoris, charging the whole of her genitals. The buttplug was metal as well, which also became involved. Amy was certainly on edge, and then Trish abruptly packed up.
Trish told us she would return in five minutes. I was instructed to release Amy and remove the buttplug. It was bigger than I thought. Amy told me that she had been having anal sex and wearing plugs for several years. She asked me if I wanted to try it with her one day, to which I politely demurred.
Trish returned leading a male slave with a huge erection. He must have had nine or ten inches.
