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We didn't have to wait long for Ann's first visit to the Club. She had slyly decided to tell me only a handful of days ahead of time--I think it was Tuesday for her coming Saturday visit.
For her first visit, as a level zero slut, I was to be denied the excitement and instant gratification of a live feed. Ann was to show me the video herself at a time of her choosing or at the club's instruction.
Ann did not have to put too much time into preparation. She was sure to wear form-fitting jeans, as instructed. She did her hair and make up differently from usual, as allowed for entry-level sluts. Her hair was much curlier. Her eye makeup was still tasteful, just different. Her perfume was light and classy. She gave me a light peck on the lips--a hint of my possible deprivation to come--and with a small and a wink was off in an uber. (She didn't want the stress of driving either direction, and she was headed to a far off neighborhood.)
My wait was long and tantalizing! Ann left home at 9pm. I couldn't help but look at the clock every few minutes. I tried losing myself in a movie--didn't work. I tried losing myself in a video game--didn't work. A long showe helped a little. Then a long walk. Finally I decided just to lie down and close my eyes, and by some miracle I did drift to sleep at what must have been well past midnight.
At about 3am I woke up when I heard keys in the door. Ann was disheveled but absolutely glowing. Of course all her make-up was gone. Her clothes were on but askew. She was jumping with energy and couldn't wait to start telling me about her evening. But first she gave me a big hug and a kiss. It was a hot kiss but I have to admit she tasted terrible! I couldn't even place what she tasted of for sure. Maybe a combination of cigarettes, weed, and big-black-ass? At least that's what popped into my mind, knowing what would have been expected of her!
Ann playfully pushed me back a few steps and gave me a gentle shove until I was seated on our couch. She straddled me amorously, caressing my head, neck, shoulders.
"Notice anything, Honey?" she purred. "What do you notice as you look me over?"
Her make-up was gone, I admitted. There were several obvious hickeys. Definitely mentioned those. Yes, I mentioned that her taste was "sexy but musky"--as I was feeling brave, myself. Then the stunner, "Um, honey. I'm surprised about this one thing. There seems to be a big wet spot at your groin. Golly, is that just from you being wet and turned on?" I asked.
"Well, Dear. Would you like me to tell you what happened, more or less? It did *not* go exactly as 'The Rules' would have predicted and prescribed!" she purred. I nodded wide-eyed.
"Well, it was a very swank, large penthouse duplex apartment, as I had expected. Nicely decorated. Modern. Dimly lit. The bouncer recognized me before I even said my name. 'Ann,' he said. 'Good. We're glad you're here. I'm tonight's greeter, slut. I mean no disrespect, but you need to get used to being called a slut, and so I greet all the new sluts this way.' And he beamed proudly at me. 'Also, you need to get used to this type of thing....' and he pulled me aggressively into him and started to kiss me, immediately working with his tongue as he grabbed my ass to boot. He was a handsome fellow, and I found it very arousing!! Shall I tell you more? Just nod--by the way--you don't need to speak unless I'm asking for something other than a yes/no answer, got that?" I nodded. My attention glued on her every word, as I swear I could feel heat emanating from her crotch and thighs on my lap!
"After a nice long smooch, the greeter let me go," Ann continued. "He said, 'My name is James, by the way... I see you are surprised to learn my name. Well, first of all, us Masters met this week and decided to change up The Rules.' Then James proceeded to tell me how they had decided to be more welcoming and friendlier, and more oriented towards making The Club right away an ecstatic experience for new sluts. 'You see,' he told me, 'We finally had a couple of the more mean-spirited Masters move out of town or retire, and our core group that remains is really much more into pleasing our sluts.' He smiled at me. 'We still intend to be quite dominant, but our core group now is much more turned on to the idea of giving our sluts pleasure beyond anything that you have ever dreamed of. Does that sound good to you, Slut Ann?' And I'll tell you, John, I could practically feel my pussy soaking through my panties as I listened to James. What a turn on!"
Ann stroked my neck, gave me a deep french kiss, did a quick check on my incredibly stiff woody before continuing.
"John then presented me with an initial agreement on a clipboard. 'However, Ann,' he told me, you may see that we want you to sign for perhaps a little more than you may have been expecting tonight. Have a seat on that little couch over there and take your time seeing if you could be comfortable with what we propose for you, would you?' I nodded and had a seat, exactly as instructed, and here's what the clipboard had to say, Darling!"
Ann handed me a copy of what she had signed. It was an official-looking form, even! Here's what it said:
Rules of The Black Masters Club for New Sluts
