Author's Note: Chronologically this story takes place before the events in the Jacqueline and Victoria stories posted here at literotica. It introduces friends of those two. So, I apologise for confronting you with a lot of (probably) new characters and some background stories, but I wanted to get Jacqy and Tory out of the one-on-one cocoon in which the other stories make them out to be stuck.
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Victoria, Jacqueline and their friends were sitting at a low couch table in 'The Warehouse'. The nightclub belonged to Patricia and Elena, old friends who had fulfilled one of their dreams with the cross of a normal nightclub on the ground floor and an exclusive lifestyle club on the upper levels, complete with a big common room with play niches and the marble statue of a bound woman that had been a gift from Jacqueline and Victoria. There also were a couple of smaller rooms for private parties, theme rooms, and all the equipment for discipline and bondage imaginable.
The six women observed a play scene taking place on a small dais in the main room of the scene portion of the club, with waning interest. It was supposed to show a Victorian scene of Domestic Discipline but all of it was fake, the clothes, the mannerisms, the acting, and most obviously of all the spanking.
The man's costume was passable, but the upper part of the woman's dress had only a flimsy corset instead of the tightly laced whale bones ones the upper class at the time had been wearing. The skirt part didn't have nearly enough layers and instead of knickers the woman was wearing almost modern panties. The most positive thing one could say of the female performer was that she at least knew how to walk in the also not very Victorian six-inch high-heels.
Their conversation, the husband berating the wife for an unnamed wrong and the wife apologising in a fearful voice, was stilted where it should have been formal and the vocabulary they used sounded more like they had gone fishing in Shakespeare's collected works than what one would be liable to read in a Victorian novel, erotic or not. That of course could also be attributed to the basically non-existent acting skills of both performers.
None of that, however, would have been a reason to no longer follow the events on the small stage; no, it was the spanking that did it.
For everyone with eyes to see there was no denying that the earlier slaps on the woman's admittedly ample buttocks had been too light to account for the colour change in her nether cheeks. In fact, they only had begun to glow red when he had caressed them after the hand-spanking which left only one logical conclusion: he had put some kind of make-up on her skin to let them appear red. For a public as knowledgeable as the one at 'The Warehouse' it was an almost laughable attempt. It even might have been funny had the performers not added insult to injury by having coated the cane with some kind of colour to better imitate cane marks.
As it was the six friends had turned their attention from the dais back to their table when a waiter with snugly fitting leather shorts and an oiled, finely muscled chest had deposited their next round of drinks. Marge took a sip from her root beer and absently caressed the back of Abby's neck who was sitting next to her on a cushioned, oversized chair.
"Jacqy, how are your lock-picking skills?" She finally asked.
"I haven't had any reason to use them in some time, Marge. Why? Lost the keys to Abby's chastity belt?" Jacqueline answered.
"Let's see, shall we?
Marge nudged the mini skirt Abby was wearing aside and revealed the neatly trimmed dark triangle between her slightly spread legs for all to see.
"Hmm, no chastity belt, this time."
She let her fingers glide over the inside of Abby's upper right thigh. Abby spread her legs a bit wider in invitation.
Jacqueline smiled at their easy and relaxed manner, a sign that everything was still alright between them after Marge's lapse into alcohol and domestic violence a few months ago. She also wished that she had made Victoria wear something as easily accessible as a skirt instead of the skin tight leather pants on which she had insisted.
Marge explored Abby's folds and Abby elicited a soft moan. If it was for real or only to give their friends a show was anybody's guess. In any case it was enough to incite AJ who was sitting in Sandra's lap to open a few more buttons of the silk blouse the tall doctor was wearing to gain access to her lace clad breasts and tease them. Sandra pressed her chest out for more contact and whispered, "Please, Mistress, more."
"You're all wet, baby," Marge said after she had held her glistening index finger in front of Abby's mouth to be cleaned. "Is the show over there so arousing?"
Abby took her time cleaning the digit before she answered, "It's more your presence, Master, and the vibrating butt plug you have me wear. Could you please dial it up another notch?"
"Are you sure that this is what you want, little one?"
"Please, Master."
Marge smiled. She put one arm around Abby's shoulders. She then reached into the pocket of her slacks and removed a remote control she put on the table, but didn't yet change the setting. She looked expectantly at Abby whose blue eyes answered with a plea.
"Please, Master, just a tiny bit. I promise I'll be good then and won't ask for anything else that evening, please."
Marge took the remote and pushed it to the maximum. Abby stifled a sharp shriek with her hand over her mouth, her eyes widened and her hips and buttocks rose involuntarily from her seat. Marge held her and let the tension rise before she allowed her to come and stopped the vibrations completely. Abby still rode her orgasm, oblivious to the partly amused, partly admiring, partly envious looks of their friends and possibly a few other patrons seated at neighbouring tables.
After she had calmed down a bit, Abby stretched and put a soft kiss on Marge's cheek, "Thank you, Master, for allowing me to come. I love you."
"You're welcome, little one, and you can thank me later when we're home. For now, look at those hedonists," Marge said and gestured towards Jacqueline and Victoria.
Victoria who had been sitting on Jacqueline's lap was now straddling her Mistress. They were locked in a passionate kiss. Jacqy had captured Tory's hands behind her back and held them tight with one of her own. Her other hand had found it's way under Tory's knitted, formfitting top and made her pert nipples stand up proudly. Had they not both been wearing leather trousers, lesser material would have been soaked through with their juices.
Sandra whistled softly at the sight of their friends who were oblivious to anyone else. AJ pinched her right nipple to make her change her focus and Sandra immediately found her Mistress' eyes, smiled and tried to sneak her hand under AJ's skirt.
"Freeze, Missy. What do you think you're doing? What did I tell you before coming here?" AJ asked.
