The club's darkness is constrained to the corners, tables, lounges, and areas where members can watch from the shadows. The lighting spotlights the stages, beds, and places where participants showcase various carnal art forms. The air has the lingering smell of pleasure, purified air, and members' perfumes and colognes. Music pumping from the DJ booth is a pounding mix of instrumental, dark dance music. The electro basslines reverberate in the chest and poorly cover the sounds of scattered hedonism. It is difficult not to feel overwhelmed by the assault on the senses.
There he sits, calm, halfway in a spotlight and the shadows. His posture is relaxed, and his slouch in his chair hides his frame's lithe strength. It does not hide his considerable height as his legs stretch wide. His large hands rest on top of his muscular thighs that strain the ductile quality of the material of his dark gray dress pants. His fitted white dress shirt is not too tight; his build does not carry useless muscle. His sleeves are rolled up just above his elbows, and healthy veins decorate his forearms, indicating he is far from lazy.
The table beside his chair is empty save for his nearly finished whiskey. The emptiness is not an invitation to join him. Instead, the imbalance of space projects a standoffish power in the busy club. Everyone present is either a member or a vetted visitor, yet he pushes most away from him as if they were total outsiders. Those members closest to his table island are benefactors of his trust. His posture and set-up at his table are an alluring demonstration of dominance.
The spotlight adjacent to him illuminates a stage. The light centers on a dark stained wooden post. Halfway up the length of the post is a thick block angled to support the chest of a body. Large dowels, just the right size to be gripped by hands, are on opposite sides of each other and adjacent sides to the chest rest. A large hole is bored through the top of the post, and the edges along the hole are worn smooth with the friction of chains rubbing against the wood. Metal rings are anchored directly into the floor a few feet from the wooden post. The setup creates a lot of curiosity in the room as club members inspect the dungeonesque stockade.
Patrons quietly converse in small groups as they attempt to figure out the geometry and ergonomics for the victim lucky enough to be confined to the apparatus. Many occupy the couches and tables just off in the shadow surrounding the stage and stockade. It is clear that they are camping to hopefully see the breeding post put to use. Perhaps it will be tonight.
His voice is firm and demands attention, yet he is not loud or boisterous. His baritone register is strong, matching his physical command.
"I am selfish.
"This is your fantasy, but I am doing this for my pleasure. Tonight is the night you will be used on the breeding post. I will savor the viewing of your pain. I will bask in the euphoria created with you, in you, of you.
"You will be my good girl for all to see, all to touch, all to fuck..."
He gestures toward all the eyes that congregate around his table and the stage. The members talk and flirt amongst each other, and some even play with their partners and friends out in the open. They all keep a side-eye on his table to see what he will do next. The four members at the closest table to him sit patiently, openly listening to his words as they cut through the background music pulsing through the darkness.
"I see you wore the outfit I instructed you to wear. Good girl. I like your long, strong legs in those white thigh-high stay-up stockings. They contrast quite well with those black patent leather stilettos. I also enjoy the way that your very short and slutty schoolgirl uniform skirt exposes your flesh at the top of your thighs and the bottom of your naughty ass cheeks.
"It looks like I chose just the right size white shirt; those buttons are struggling to hold together, and your cleavage is spilling out just as I want. Such a naughty-looking vixen, indeed. I am pleased. If you look at the eyes upon you, clearly, the growing audience is pleased as well.
A half-smile appears on his lips, half hidden by a well-trimmed mustache and goatee. His dark eyes burn intently upon his prey as he studies every detail.
"Don't just stand there; come sit on my lap. Let me tell you what is about to happen to my good little fuck toy.
His hand reaches out as a guide to his now open thigh and lap.
"You see the table next to us? They have been given instructions on how I want my good little slut handled. The instructions set is detailed. I hand-selected each person to tend to you to appease your sense of desire.
"The two gentlemen closest to the stockade will assist in preparing you for presentation. The tall man with dark hair, ripped muscles, and a well-groomed beard? Yes, that one-- he is no refined man. He will forcibly remove you from my lap on my command and drag you up under the lights and onto the contraption, where he will chain your wrists through the hole in the top of the post.
"The taller blonde gentleman with the big cock bulge in his pants will secure your ankles to the floor anchor points. Why did I assign this task to him? It is simply an expression of my command; a 6-foot, 6-inch man forced to stoop at your feet to do as I ask indeed sets a tone, does it not? The anchor points will spread your legs wide, forcing your knees inward at an awkward angle. You will look like a baby deer, off balance, trying to learn to walk. There is no graceful or comfortable way to position yourself.
"Once you are secured, Kitten, I will inspect your positioning from here. Upon my approval of the job to secure you, I will signal the AV guys to start the video from the elevated Security booth behind us. I will set my two gentlemen helpers to the task of stripping you down. They will be rough.
"They will rip buttons from your blouse and tear away any material that resists. Your beautiful breasts will press against the chest support on the post. The wood will be rough against your nipples. You will have to use your arms and hands to lift your body away to remedy the discomfort, allowing the incredible view of your natural breasts to hang free to swing at the whim of those taking you.
"They will leave your stockings on. But your skirt will be cut from your waist. You better have followed my instructions and ensured that you are waxed bare before arriving tonight. If not, it will be an extra intense night for you. Everyone in the room will watch as you are stripped down, undignified, and tied to the post. The blonde will then affix a ball gag into your mouth; he will ensure that it is a tight fit and adequately seated so that you can only exhale slobbering gasps for the entire club's pleasure.
"I can feel you already growing excited, Kitten. I can feel the warmth and dampness of your anticipation soaking into my thigh. Good girl, and we haven't even discussed the fun parts yet!"
His hands explore his prize before continuing, "Do you see the redhead with those enticing curves? She is so fucking sexy! Those hips are so wide, matched only by that big beautiful ass. And her legs! So much strength. You should see her naked.
"In fact, you will shortly. You will see how her gorgeous milfy figure is just perfect for you, her natural tummy with its attractive pooch, and her gorgeous giant breasts complemented with those light pink nipples that would be almost invisible if it were not for how sensitive and reactive they are. And that smile..."
His cock visibly lurches and strains against the thin material of his pants, clearly agitated by his descriptions of his accomplices.
