The Domina Club

Chloe woke slowly, taking a moment to gather her surroundings. She lay on a bed, resting her head between Miss Freya's legs. The last thing she remembered was drifting off, resting on Miss Freya's chest. Miss Freya must have requested that Chloe be moved to her own room.

Chloe tried moving her arms and felt the cuffs around her wrists were secured to the top corners of Miss Freya's large, four-poster bed. Miss Freya's legs rested on top of Chloe's arms, and Chloe discovered that her legs were secured to the corners at the foot of the bed. Both the cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been tied to the corners with rope pulled tautly, giving her no slack to allow any movement. Unless Chloe held her head up, she had no choice but to rest on Miss Freya's pussy.

To Chloe's surprise, she felt rested, though she was experiencing a minor hangover from the drinks she had the night before. The memory of how delicate she had felt after being denied over and over last night made her shiver though remembering how Miss Freya soothed her after gave her comfort. Even now, there was a dull, throbbing ache between Sophie's legs. A desperation to receive stimulation in some way.

Miss Freya started to stir from her slumber, and Chloe gently traced her tongue through Miss Freya's slit. She wasn't entirely sure why she had done it, but Chloe suspected it had something to do with her desperation to be touched. She made slow, deliberate movements, tracing her tongue up the opening and lightly flicking Miss Freya's clit.

"Mmmm."

Miss Freya moaned as she gradually woke as Chloe delved her tongue deeper inside before returning her attention to Miss Freya's clit. Inspired to do more by Miss Freya's reaction, Chloe looked up from where her head rested on Miss Freya and saw her smile. She felt Miss Freya's hand rest on her head, holding her in place as Chloe worked her tongue. Every twitch of pleasure, every gasp, Chloe felt up close, and it encouraged her. The moans became more frequent as she got close, and Miss Freya's legs began to shake as she sucked and licked her clit. Miss Freya gripped hold a fistful of Chloe's hair and cursed as her back arched. It was the first time Chloe had made another woman orgasm, and she felt pride in a job well done.

"Good loser bitch."

Miss Freya patted Chloe on the head in a somewhat condescending manner; however, Chloe still took it as the compliment it was intended to be.

"You did well on your first day Chloe. It may not seem it with the way you're being treated, but all of us in the club, myself included, highly respect you for going through with this and sticking to the rules as you have so far."

Chloe nodded. It had nearly been twenty-four hours since she'd spoken last. That was probably a first for her. On Miss Freya's request, Chloe opened the windows and drew the curtains to allow the light in. It looked like it would be another beautiful day, and Chloe was surprised to realise it was barely six in the morning. After the events of the night before, she thought she'd be asleep until at least midday.

"Follow me, Chloe. It's time to get ready for breakfast before the others wake."

Miss Freya led Chloe down the stairs and through the kitchen, which was already bustling with activity. A selection of Miss Freya's house slaves was preparing breakfast wearing only a see-through apron and a tall pair of high heels. Each of them had nipple clamps attached and duct tape over their mouths with a comical set of luscious lips crudely drawn on with a red or pink marker pen.

"I have a head slave who prepares the rest of my slaves when I am not there."

Miss Freya explained as if reading Chloe's mind. She left the kitchen through another set of doors to the breakfast area. There were small round tables situated around the room with the breakfast bar at the entry. This room seemed much less formal than the dining area, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that opened up to allow access to the garden let light flood inside the room.

Miss Freya told Chloe to climb onto the table, and she guided her legs so that she was kneeling with her knees spread apart. Using a length of rope, Miss Freya bound Chloe's ankles to her thighs. There was a plastic bag on the table that Miss Freya reached inside that must have been prepared for her by her head slave. She retrieved a handful of clothespegs and placed a few on Chloe's pussy lips.

Chloe winced in pain; she wasn't used to being on the receiving end of pain and never considered herself a masochist. Still, she didn't want to look like a pathetic crybaby, which is exactly the words she would use when taunting one of her submissives during a pain session. Miss Freya then used duct tape to stick the clothespegs to the inside of her thigh, stretching her vulva and exposing herself completely.

The sound of movement upstairs meant that the guests were waking up, and Miss Freya hurried as she pegged on little cards with the guests' names and their placements for the tables. Finishing off, Miss Freya replaced the ring gag in Chloe's mouth and retrieved a tube of extra-strength numbing cream from the bag. Using surgical gloves, she applied the cream onto Chloe's clit and the surrounding area.

"The cream needs a minute to activate. Once that minute has passed, you will start playing with yourself. You will not stop playing with yourself until I say so, and you are not allowed to bring yourself to climax. I have eyes watching you at all times. Understood?"

Chloe nodded her head. Once the minute had elapsed, Chloe sucked on her fingers to make them wet before rubbing her clit with her fingers. The numbing cream was incredibly effective; Chloe could barely feel the sensation from the stroking. All she felt was just the faintest tingle.

"Oh look, we have a slut display."

Chloe recognised that voice. She looked up and saw Miss Lizzy and a couple of other guests laughing at her as they approached. Defiantly, Chloe stared down Miss Lizzy, ensuring she didn't once go against what Miss Freya told her to do.

"Doesn't she look thirsty?"

Miss Freya took the opportunity to spit in Chloe's mouth again, and the two women with her followed her lead. Chloe couldn't help but notice that Miss Freya seemed to have it out for her. No one else had been quite as bad towards her. Chloe thought it would get easier to deal with being spat on after it happened many times the day before; it still felt just as humiliating and disgusting.

Three pairs of hands groped her body as they found the cards with their names on them. The two women with Miss Lizzy found their cards first, and they unpegged them. Miss Lizzy found her card seconds after, but she took it a step further and tugged on the clothespeg until it slipped off Chloe's skin painfully. As Chloe cried out, Miss Lizzy replaced the clothespins without the cards back on Chloe's body: two on the inside of her thighs, and one on her lower lip. Miss Lizzy leaned in so that she was barely an inch away from Chloe's face and, she pulled on the nipple clamps at the same time.

"Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with you this week, loser bitch."

Miss Lizzy spat in open mouth and then walked away to her table. During the whole encounter, Chloe had somehow continued massaging her clit as she was instructed to do. The sensation, still barely more than a tingle, thanks to the numbing cream, somehow ached for more.

The guests approached her and left with their cards, though thankfully most of them weren't as unforgiving as Miss Lizzy. Some took the opportunity to grope her and play with the clamps. One or two even started finger fucking her mouth and wiping Chloe's drool over her face. Through all this, Chloe continued touching herself, though at this point, it was more out of desperation to try and bring herself to climax. The ache was more than frustrating, and Chloe was trying everything to feel more.

The guests who saw what she was doing laughed, and Miss Lizzy took the opportunity to throw some baked beans with her spoon in Chloe's direction. Some of them hit Chloe, she could feel them cling to her hair at the side of the face. The other guests took Miss Lizzy's lead and started throwing food at Chloe as she sobbed and continued touching herself.

After what seemed liked an eternity, the numbing cream started to wear off. As the feeling returned, Chloe returned to calmly massaging her clit, careful not to push herself over the edge. They had treated her meanly enough already, she couldn't imagine what they would do should she break one of the rules.

After the guests had eaten, Miss Freya released Chloe helping her off the table and steadied her as she found her balance. She gave Chloe a dog bowl and instructed her to go around the room and ask the guests for scraps. Again, Chloe convinced herself that this would all be worthwhile when it was done. This week so far had been the most challenging week that Chloe had ever experienced, and she still had four and a half days after today to get through. She was determined to not let the other dominatrixes break her, even though that was what they were so skilled in doing. It was their livelihood to read people, to find out what turns them on, humiliates them, and bend them to their own will. This group consisted of some of the top dominatrixes in this country, they were very good at what they did.

Finding the courage deep down, Chloe approached the table nearest to her. Asking politely for food proved difficult with the ring gag, and she sounded demented. Of course, the dominatrix on the table took the opportunity to taunt her and ask her to repeat herself. Once Chloe had asked again, she did tip in some scrambled egg and a tiny bit of bacon into the bowl.

Chloe collected scraps of food from the guests before approaching the table she dreaded the most. Waiting her arrival with a grin from ear to ear was Miss Lizzy.

"Of course I can spare some food."

Her tone was mocking and Chloe watched as Miss Lizzy picked up a leftover bit of sausage with her fork, place it in her mouth and chew it a little before spitting it out in the bowl Chloe was holding. Miss Lizzy repeated the same act with leftover bacon and toast before finally spitting in the bowl. The person to her left, I couldn't remember her name, poured in the remainder of her yoghurt with fruit and a little orange juice, mixing the food in the bowl until it was an unappetising mess.

Chloe was directed then to an open space in the middle of the room. She placed the bowl on the floor and was instructed to go on all fours to eat it. The food was cold and didn't mix well. Trying not to gag, Chloe closed her eyes and swallowed the food without focusing too much on the taste.

"That doesn't look like you've finished it all you ungrateful loser. There's still bits on the edge."

Miss Lizzy laughed as Chloe licked the inside of the bowl clean, still forbidden from using her hands. She could feel the food drying around her lips, and some of it had got stuck in the tips of her hair. More food had hit her than she had thought when she was bound on the table touching herself. She was covered.

The other slaves were then allowed access to the room to collect the dirty dishes. Miss Freya approached Chloe and attached a bin liner to the clamps on her nipples. She was instructed to crawl on the floor and collect all the pieces of food that had missed her when it was thrown, or any that had been dropped by the guests.

The guests then had social time to update their social media and reply to any communications they'd received from current and prospective clients. Chloe was ignored as she crawled around picking up the food on the floor. She felt disgusting, and to top that off, the numbing cream had completely worn off and her clit was throbbing desperately to be touched. It didn't help that when she crawled under the tables to collect fallen food, the guests would reach down and touch her, teasing her sensitive clit.

The more food Chloe collected in the bin liner, the heavier it became as she crawled around the room. Her nipples ached from the tugging from the weight of the bag and she was relieved when she was finished.

"Good job loser."

Miss Freya approached Chloe and removed the clamps and the ring gag. Miss Freya's house slaves slide opened the windows to the garden. This area was hidden around the side of the mansion and there was plenty more land around the property. Chloe was told to stand outside whilst Miss Freya turned on the hose attached to the wall and hosed Chloe's body clean. The pressure from the cold water stung her body and Chloe tried protecting her face from the blast. The water was turned off and Miss Freya used a body brush to scrub her body. The rough bristles on the brush caused Chloe to wince in pain as she was roughly cleaned. The hose was turned on once more to rinse her skin, which was now red raw, and then she was left outside to dry and given her phone so she could update her socials and reply to any communications.

Chloe stared at her phone without doing anything for a moment. This was the first opportunity she had been given to relax since she'd arrived here. It was approaching midday and it was warm outside already. Chloe was thankful for that as her skin dried quickly. It could be worse she thought, it could be cold and raining.

Five minutes of controlled breathing exercises helped Chloe relax and recover. She went through her emails finding a few booking requests for the following week to which she replied and updated her calender with the details. There was another email containing an edited picture that was taken and worked on by a photographer friend. It was taken at her studio apartment where she saw her clients. One day she hoped to have a seperate place where she could see her regular clients and offer more to them. Real estate in the city was expensive, so, for now, it was just a dream.

After half an hour spent relaxing in the sun, Chloe felt refreshed and ready for whatever the dominatrixes wanted to throw at her next. She had been invited back inside by Miss Freya. and all the dominatrixes were preparing to shopping and then on to lunch. Chloe was to be given repreive and was instructed to perform a few chores. Miss Freya led her to the large playroom in the mansion.

Inside the playroom, Chloe was surprised to find a couple of Miss Freya's slaves in bondage and on display. Her job to clean the BDSM furniture, the slaves, and the toys. Although Miss Freya wouldn't be at the property, she warned that one of her head slaves will be watching to ensure Chloe didn't break the rules she had been given.

Five minutes after being left alone, Chloe was bored of cleaning. This was the kind of job she considered beneath her, except this week, apparently it wasn't. She left the cleaning for a closer look at the couple of slaves in the room.

The male slave stood encased in a rubber suit that prevented him from moving. The only parts of the rubber suit that had openings were the groin, the behind, and the chest. Even his head was covered with a rubber hood, a ball gag filling his mouth, and a thicker part covering his eyes to ensure he couldn't see. A metal device clamped onto each of his nipples and a threaded rod that could be screwed clockwise or anti-clockwise to stretch his nipples further or release them. His arms were locked in an armbinder, and his butt was plugged with an inflatable butt plug that appeared to vibrate. Sticking out from the suit was the man's impressively large penis. This must have been Miss Freya's bull. He must have been given viagra shortly before being placed in bondage as his erection showed no signs of going away.

Facing the man, close enough that they were nearly touching, was the female slave. There were four posts on the floor of equal height in a row, and the female slave had been positioned as if she was doing the splits resting on these posts. She was plugged with an identical inflatable plug, and her nipples were clamped. This slave was only muzzled, so she could still see, unlike the male slave.

Chloe started with the male slave, wiping down and shining the rubber suit with a cloth. She made sure that she knocked the clamps on his stretched nipples, and delighted in his pain. After being on the receiving end of torment for the past twenty-four hours, Chloe couldn't resist the chance to play with these slaves. In her mind, she wasn't breaking any rules. She wasn't touching herself, and she wasn't speaking. Miss Freya hadn't said anything about touching others.

The slave's cock twitched as Chloe stroked it at an agonisingly slow pace. The female slave watched with hungry eyes, imagining that cock inside her. Chloe wondered just how long they had been kept frustrated like this.

Turning away from the male slave for a moment. Chloe started cleaning the underbust corset that the female slave was wearing. Within seconds, Chloe had turned her attention to the slave's nippes. She was as responsive as the male slave; Chloe could smell her arousal instantly.

Worried she would get in trouble, Chloe continued to clean the room before she returned to the slaves. As long as she did what she had been told, she was sure that they wouldn't punish her further. Miss Freya hadn't forbidden her from touching the slaves, and the temptation was too much to resist. After cleaning for a minute or two, Chloe returned to the slaves, tormenting them and keeping them on edge before getting back to the cleaning. She took extra care to ensure that neither of the slaves were pushed far enough to orgasm. They must have earned their punishment, and Chloe didn't want to do anything but tease them as to not upset Miss Freya too much.

The poor female slave dealt with the teasing worse than the male slave. Her body was shaking, and she was dripping wet. Chloe thought this must have been the first time she had been touched like this in quite a few days, and her body was desperate for more.

The sound of many voices laughing and talking alerted Chloe that Miss Freya and her guests had returned. She hurriedly wiped the slaves clean before heading towards the toy cabinet to continue cleaning the collection of butt plugs.

"Good work loser. I'll let your actions slide this time and not tell the group, but it will cost you later. Don't push your luck again."

Chloe wasn't even aware that Miss Freya had returned to the room. She looked at her sheepishly, knowing she had been caught having fun with the two slaves earlier. For Chloe, it had been worth it. Just the brief chance of letting her sadism out sated her a little.

"Now come with me, we've got to get ready for this evening."

Chloe followed Miss Freya to a large dressing room where all the other dominatrixes were waiting for her. Miss Freya announced that everyone in the club was going to dinner at a fancy restaurant. After that, they were hitting the bars and clubs. One of the clubs hosted a fetish event downstairs later on so they would be finishing their night there.

One of the dominatrixes was holding a bowl of folded pieces of paper. Each piece of paper had written on it a style or look. From vintage, to futuristic. Preppy to geeky. Everyone here had suggested their ideas and had placed their approved suggestions into the bowl. Miss Freya announced that three pieces of paper were to be picked, and my outfits for the evening will be a mix of the selected three styles. Using the extensive selection within this dressing room, the dominatrixes would design three outfits within the theme suitable for the dinner, the club, and then the fetish event.

"Miss Lizzy. You can pick first."

Miss Lizzy giggled in excited anticipation as she reached inside the bowl theatrically, and picked out a piece of paper. Slowly, she unfolded the piece of paper and announced that the first style was a bimbo style. Chloe watched on as the other two styles were picked by two others. The first of the two remaining styles was a kitty style, and the last was a gothic style.