Hi!
I'm Monty. I usually float around fantasy, sci-fi and romance. But... I've had this idea come crawling over. So I thought I'd give it a shot and see how it goes. So... Leave a comment, flick me an email, let me know what you think, or if I should continue!
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I'd packed the last of my stuff. It was mum and dad's anniversary tonight. And at twenty-one, it was mine as well... Of a sorts at least.
"Honey? You nearly ready?" Mum called from downstairs.
"Coming!" I called back.
Grabbing my suitcase, I turned and gave myself a final check in the mirror. Long dark brown hair, done up in a ponytail. Brown eyes and just a hint of tan that turns into freckles. I just looked like your normal, everyday college girl. And in most cases I was. I even studied locally, so I could stay close to home. Saved me a bundle on rent and other expenses. It also let me keep up with a few of my more interesting activities. I'd discovered shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I had a taste for some less accepted practices. I didn't indulge often, but my parents' anniversary was a perfect opportunity. I'd been crawling up the walls after exams and I could use the release.
Pulling up the handle, I exited my room and headed downstairs. Mum was waiting with a smile in a fifties style dress. Her dark brown, but speckled grey hair was done up in her classic bun. I just hoped I looked half as good as she did in middle age. She stepped forward and pulled me into a hug.
"I know why you always make plans on our anniversary," she said softly. I just grinned and hugged back, not wanting to correct her. "One day soon, I'm going to make it up to you. I promise."
"It's okay ma," I smiled and stepped back. "You and dad have been so good to me. You don't charge rent, you feed me and you help pay for my studies."
"Anyone in our position should," Dad said, coming up behind me.
I turned and gave him a hug as well. He was fit for his age as well. It set a hard standard for boyfriends to look for. Like mum, his dark brown hair was speckled with grey. But while his age was getting on, his body hadn't caught the message. We'd had more than one plucky eighteen year old sent off with a frown after he'd had to make it abundantly clear he was married and wasn't interested. Truth be told, if he weren't my dad...
"We have the money sweetheart. Any good parent in our position should help. Especially when you decide to forgo the big name colleges and take something within your means. I respect that."
I gave him another squeeze, feeling his muscles through his shirt. "Thanks dad."
"Come on you two. I have to get Harriet to the train station for her girls weekend," Mum chided us.
I pulled away from my dad and shot him a smile. "Enjoy your night daddy."
"You too sweetheart," he smiled back.
Following mum outside, I tossed my suitcase into the boot and climbed into the passenger seat.
"You excited?" Mum asked.
I just grinned, "Yeah mum. I really am."
Ten minutes later, I was watching the train pull up. Mum waved from the parking lot and started to pull away. I waved back, to catch her smile, before boarding the train. What should have been a forty minute ride to the next city, to meet up with my friends, was over in the next five. Just two stops away, I disembarked and started wheeling my suitcase towards the industrial estate. I ignored the few people who were out. Even the ones that leered at me. This part of town was known for two things. The Club, and The Club's security. Half the drunk homeless guys out here were actually watchers who reported back. Most arrivals made it here by train after all. Nobody would want to be associated with this place, if they wanted to stay out of the media. Bringing your car here just wasn't a good idea. On the off chance someone from the media ever showed up, they were pretty quickly mobbed and disturbed by 'homeless' people, they quickly left. I'd seen it happen. About the same time the reporter went live, he was surrounded by twenty guys, asking for change from both him and the crew he brought with him.
They kept it up so long, the reporter was forced to leave, just to make his speech heard over the noise. I'd been part of the celebration when they'd gotten back and gotten dressed properly. I can still feel them dripping from my holes.
Turning down what should be a dark alley, I smiled, knowing I was being recorded and waved at the spot I knew the camera was. A side door clicked as I approached, and I blew a kiss at the camera as I pushed it open. Pulling my suitcase up the step, I closed the door firmly and waited to hear the lock engage, before turning away. I didn't want to be responsible for a security breach. Not here of all places. Heading down the hallway, I found my room and stopped. Opening the top of my suitcase, I fished out my purse and extracted what looked like a second copy of my student ID. Swiping it over a reader mounted on the way, the door popped open. Stepping into the room, I sighed, looking at the large bed. The cuffs were exactly where I left them and I couldn't wait.
Stripping off my blouse and jeans I stretched, naked as the day I was born. I threw my clothes in a cupboard where I'd lock my suitcase later. For now, I opened a side door and went into the bathroom behind. Showering was more a luxury than a necessity. I showered before I arrived, but this shower was built with special infrared cameras that detected my body temperature and adjusted accordingly. It was a luxury I had nowhere else and I took advantage every moment I could justify it. Scrubbing myself down with the unscented soaps, I made sure I was clean enough to eat off. There was always the chance that would happen. I'd be disappointed, but there was a chance.
Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself and took up my hair dryer. It was mostly dry, when the door behind me opened and Samantha walked in. Immediately, I dropped my gaze so I wouldn't look her in the eye accidentally. Without a word, she took the dryer from my hand and picked up a brush. If ever there was a woman I could love, it would be her. But, even as the house mistress, she refused to touch the girls. At least sexually. She was a harsh disciplinarian when we acted out. I stood rock still and enjoyed the feeling of her brushing my hair for the last few minutes. As she switched off the dryer and put it away, I stood still as I was before. But I smiled slightly as I heard the purr in her voice.
"You really are beautiful," Samantha said behind me. "You'll make a perfect slave once we find you the right place."
"Thank you, Mistress."
The sharp sting of her hand meeting my ass made me flinch. But it also made me throb. I'd spoken out, when I should have remained silent.
"You really are a good girl," Samantha chuckled softly. "Now, we've got something special for you tonight. Some fresh blood for The Club is coming in. They've passed the regular tests and it's been indicated you might be a good fit for them."
I bit my lip and trembled slightly. This was a possible adoption. I so badly wanted this, and yet it terrified me beyond belief.
"You'll be hung on the wall. I know it's your favourite," Samantha whispered. "I've put out a special outfit for you. Get dressed and I'll send for Gary to set you up."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said softly.
The sharp smack of her hand on my ass made me hiss in pleasure. I wasn't really in trouble, I knew that. But I liked to brat just that little bit. We all had our needs after all.
Stepping back into the main room, I smiled at the suit laid out on the bed. It was something designed here in the Club. It was made of black leather and would be skin tight. It was made in a few different sizes with adjustment straps in the rear. Slipping my legs in first, I lifted the leather up to my hips. I then had to slide my arms down into the sleeves and shimmy it up to my shoulders. I felt immediately that it had been me that had worn this outfit last time. The adjustments were perfect for me. Pulling it into place, I closed the front and pulled the zip up, closing my perky breasts behind the firm material... Though... Hopefully not for long. I sat on the edge of the bed and slid the leather, high heeled boots on. They covered my toes to just below my knees. The final piece was the mask. We didn't usually wear one as a performing girl. Our clients like to see what they were purchasing. But for new members, we found it best to have us covered. It took some of the pressure off and helped them feel more at home for their first few visits. Some even took a liking to the masks and had us wear them constantly.
Winding my hair into a single strand, I wrapped it around and slid a pin into it to hold it in place. It wasn't quite a bun, but it would allow a soft cushion behind my head when this was said and done. Slipping the mask over my head, I made sure the mouth guard went into position. It was similar to a gag, except instead of it craning my jaw open, it clamped it closed over a plastic plug. It was unlikely, but it was possible to remove this plug from the outside, and an average sized penis could be slid into my mouth, without me being able to complain or prevent such an intrusion... The thought of it made me squirm. The mask made it look like I was completely helpless. But I could still breathe, see and hear perfectly. There were no chances taken here, especially for new members.
A firm knock on the door snapped me to attention. Heading to the door, I pulled it open to see Gary's smiling face. He was our local handyman. Well over six feet tall, almost that wide, bald and covered in scars and tattoos. If someone saw Gary coming, they got agreeable extremely quickly. It was a house secret that he was probably the most gentle guy we'd ever met. He and his husband run a puppy rescue one town over.
"Mmm!" I moaned through the mask and gave the big man a hug.
He chuckled, "Nice to see it's your favourite tonight."
I just nodded, the fraction I could move my head at least. Gary took my hand and led me to a frame on the wall. He pressed a small cylinder into my hand, which I knew contained a panic button. Then he took my hands and pulled them behind my back, tying them together with the straps attached to my suit. When he finished, he picked up the final piece to my outfit, a thick sleeve to push over my arms. With them pushed straight down and pinned together, they rested on my ass. And like the naughty girl I was, I pushed the panic button down the sleeve of my arm. Not having ready access to it, gave me a heightened sense of adventure. It had led to a few scary situations in the past, but knowing I was truly at their mercy made my cum so much harder.
"Turn around," Gary told me.
I turned and I felt the straps being fed through the frame. It was basically a small 't.' My head would be strapped to the top, my shoulders would be pinned in place and my knees would be lifted to my armpits and pinned so I couldn't close my legs. I would be completely at the mercy of whatever client paid for me... And nothing made me cum harder than being used in whatever way they saw fit.
As Gary began tightening the straps, I felt myself being lifted. As my knees came up, I relaxed and thanked my good genes to help with flexibility. Some girls here could only be mounted on a wall for a short time. But I could be up here for hours before my hips began to ache. Part of that was because of the frame and suit. It was reinforced in places to take the weight off my body. I could truly relax here in complete comfort.
"There you go. I hope you have a wonderful evening," Gary said, giving me a small hug.
