As Good As Guitars Ch. 03

He moves his hand to my shoulder and spins me gently round. I hear him make what sounds like an appreciative noise, and then feel his hand on my stomach. I can't help but tense, which makes them both laugh. Graham unzips my mouth-hole. "What's your name, little sub?"

Olivia moves unobtrusively into my eye-line and nods at me. "Mark... Sir." I'm not sure why I've just called him 'Sir' but it seems to have been the right thing. Olivia smiles, but doesn't say anything.

"You're very bold, little sub. Most wouldn't dare look me in the eye like that."

I don't know what to say to that, and I'm grateful when Olivia answers for me. "That's my fault – you know I like to see someone properly. It took a little practice to train Mark to look at me when he didn't want to."

Graham's manner is casual, as if they're discussing nothing more important than a second-hand car. "Fair enough, I'll not hold it against him. What's his mouth like?"

"I've got no complaints – but then, I have different requirements to you. Try him, if you like?"

For a second I go cold, remembering that Graham's partner is male and wondering exactly what Olivia means. Graham looks back at me. "Open up. Don't worry, I've washed my hands." I do what I'm told and he puts two fingers in my mouth. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do, but I move my mouth and tongue as if his fingers were his cock. I can't bring myself to look at him. To my confusion, I feel my own cock twitch and start to swell, brushing against the thin material of my trousers.

Finally he removes his fingers and zips my mask closed before turning to Olivia and dismissing me. "There's definitely potential. Are you busy tonight? May I buy you a drink later?"

She smiles happily. "That would be lovely. I'll be here for a while yet."

Graham leaves us and Olivia leads me across the room, walking slowly to a collection of tables arranged in front of a low stage. Instead of a cabaret act there are several pieces of furniture. Olivia's voice is quiet in my ear. "Do you know what you're looking at? From left to right, that's a pillory, a St Andrew's cross, and a whipping post."

I look, wide-eyed. A girl is fastened in the pillory, wriggling and squeaking as two men and another woman feel her up from behind. I imagine being helpless like that and my cock twitches again.

"One of the advantages of coming to a club is being able to use specialist equipment, although I've got all of those at home." I feel her hand on my buttocks.

"Just think of the fun I could have with you tied to the whipping post." I swallow. "I could put you on tip-toes, maybe with a parachute and weights on these..." Her voice trails off and her hand slides between my legs, grazing against my balls.

I feel her lips brush against my ear. "You'd find it difficult to keep your balance... I wonder how long you could stand it before you were begging me to let you down?" Inside the mask, I hear myself whimper.

"What should I use on you, do you think? I could start with the flogger – I know how much you like that." My erection is rigid as I imagine it and I can feel my trousers tenting. I want her to stroke me properly, not caring that we're stood in plain view in the middle of the room.

The spell's broken when a woman looks up and sees us. "Olivia! Come and join us – I haven't seen you in ages."

Olivia leads me across to the group and sits down, and I kneel down at her side as expected. At first I think she will introduce me, or that someone will comment on my presence, but no-one seems to notice me. My eye-line is below the tabletop, meaning that I can't see anyone or what's happening on the stage. I try to move slightly but Olivia notices and pulls my leash tight. I don't try again, instead puzzling over her total change of mood.

She's clearly happy to sit and catch up with friends and I'm fast getting bored. I'm also thirsty, but when a waitress comes over Olivia orders iced mineral water for herself and continues to ignore me. I try to follow the conversation but it's full of names I don't know and I keep losing track. My erection has long-since subsided and now I'm tired as well as fed up.

Eventually she makes her excuses and we leave the group. When I stand up I've got pins and needles from having sat so still for so long, but she ignores my slight stumble. She doesn't say a word as we leave the room and go downstairs. For a moment I have the fleeting thought that we're going home, but then I realise that she's heading for the bathroom. To my disgust, she leaves me tied to the door handle outside to wait for her.

Back upstairs, and still silent, Olivia leads me to a different part of the room and another group of people. This time they're sat in low armchairs and I see that there are no tables. Instead, each occupied chair has a sub knelt beside it, with small trays suspended from their mouths. A waitress approaches and takes Olivia's order, and Olivia hands her my leash before sitting down.

The waitress leads me to the bar and I wait while she pours more mineral water over ice and lemon. Then she unzips my mouth-hole and places a solid rubber plug securely so that it sits behind my teeth, holding my mouth open slightly. A metal rod, about three inches long and with a hole in the end, sticks out from the plug. The drinks tray hangs from a longer metal pole with a hook, which she slots into the rod.

There's a mirror behind the bar, showing me that the tray is suspended at chest height. It swings gently, slowing down with the weight of the glass. It only takes me a moment to get used to the movement but the waitress is already serving someone else, uninterested in me.

I return to Olivia and kneel down carefully beside her, but she's turned to talk to the woman opposite her and ignores me. I'm very thirsty now, and I'm sure I can smell the water as it hangs beneath my nose. I'm also as sure as I can be that I've not done anything to upset her, which means that she's being unkind just because she can. I'm very fed up now, but it seems strange that that's what Olivia intends.

This time there's nothing blocking my view, and to pass the time I look at the other people in my narrow field of vision. To my delight, knelt directly opposite me is a petite girl sub – also holding a drinks tray in her mouth, although hers is empty. She's wearing a decorated eye mask, which hides neither her brown eyes nor shiny red bob. Her hands are cuffed together in her lap, partly covering her naked torso, and she's wearing a very short pleated skirt.

I start to cheer up as I imagine chatting to her. She's looking at something else, and the woman I assume is her Domme is still speaking to Olivia, so I ogle happily without fear of being noticed. After a moment she looks up and sees me, but before I can look away she winks deliberately. It's the first time anyone's treated me like a person in at least an hour and I can't help but respond, winking back.

She's obviously better at this than me. Never taking her eyes off me, she sits up straighter, pushing her body towards me slightly. I feel my cock twitch into life as I try to work out how to communicate with her. I look to Olivia on my right, then roll my eyes. She nods slightly, and somehow mimes a yawn. Then she moves her arms just enough that her breasts come into view. She continues moving in fractions, rubbing herself carefully. Her eyes flick to the bulge in my crotch, telling me that she's doing it deliberately to provoke a reaction.

She closes her eyes as if in pleasure and it's all I can do to keep silent. I'm beginning to drool, and it's not easy to swallow with the plug in my mouth. When I try it I feel the tray swaying slightly, but I keep very still and eventually it stops moving.

When I look up at the redhead again she's watching me, and her eyes light up when I meet her gaze. I've forgotten how sorry for myself I'd been feeling ten minutes before – now I just want to flirt with her. I sit up straighter myself, making sure my stomach muscles are taut. I'm not sure if I look daft, but she seems to be enjoying looking at me as much as I'm enjoying looking at her.

She starts rubbing her breasts against her inner arms again. I glance down towards my cock, trying to tell her to see for herself how much she's turning me on. She looks down and than back at me, her eyes wide in mock awe. I hear myself snort as I try to swallow the laugh that bubbles up. She mimes giving a blowjob – I can't tell if she's moving the plug in her mouth or if it's her tongue, but I'm totally distracted by her now, forgetting where I am and why.

Suddenly her expression changes, and at the same time I feel the balance of the tray move. I've inadvertently set up another sway and this time I can't stop it. Although I can't see directly what's happening, I can guess from the redhead's expression. We both wait helplessly until the glass slides off the tray. It hits my knee and bounces, and I'm just able to register that it's plastic before the ice-cold water splashes Olivia's bare back.

I hear her intake of breath, and then she turns around. I can see her anger as she realises what's happened, and I'm bracing myself when the redhead lets out a noise from behind her plug. Her Domme removes the rubber from her mouth as they both look at her.

The Domme is clearly annoyed. "What on earth is going on?"

The redhead speaks fast, as if she's afraid that she won't be allowed to finish her sentence. "I'm so sorry, Mistress Sophie. The accident was entirely my fault. I was impertinent enough to try and distract..." she nods at me. "Please don't punish him for my unacceptable and immature behaviour."

Sophie looks at her. "It's not me you should be apologising to, is it? Olivia's the one with her drink spilled down her back."

She doesn't hesitate. "Mistress Olivia, I'm so very sorry. Please punish me instead."

I kneel quietly, watching what's going on and wondering what Olivia will do. If she really is already annoyed with me... A cold shiver of fear runs up my spine.

Olivia thinks for a second before she answers. "That's a very pretty apology, although I don't quite accept it. You weren't the only one who forgot their place, were you? I'll share the punishment between you both." She is starting to stand up when I hear a voice I recognise.

"Olivia, do let me do it. I've bought you that drink I promised – you stay here and relax." It's Graham.

Both Olivia and Sophie smile up at him, and when he hands Olivia a glass of wine she gives him my leash without a word. He leans down to take the rubber plug out of my mouth and leads both of us away.

I'm expecting to be taken up onto the stage, but instead he leads us to a quiet corner of the room. He unhooks a heavy curtain, letting it fall shut to give us some privacy. All I can see is a waist-high bar like a hitching post. My stomach's knotted – I don't mind being beaten by Olivia, but I don't know Graham.

I feel his hand on my shoulder as he pushes me down to my knees. "Girls first, of course." He turns to her.

"Hands behind your neck, my dear. Elbows apart." She does as she's told, and I can't help looking at her. Her breasts are small and high and I can see a silver hoop in one nipple. I can also see that her skirt is short enough to show the curve of her buttocks when she turns around. Despite everything, I'm getting turned on again.

Graham positions her so that her pelvis is pushed against the hitching post, her feet wide. Then he tells her to lean forward until her back is horizontal. "I'm sure you know the rules. If you lift your head, the stroke doesn't count."

I'm facing them, and I can see everything. Graham unhooks a wooden paddle from his belt and pushes the girl's skirt up and hits her hard and fast ten times, five on each buttock. The noise sounds incredibly loud in the tiny space, but no-one disturbs us.

The redhead squeaks and whimpers from the beginning, but her body doesn't move. Graham makes her stay there for a moment longer before telling her to kneel back down beside me. Her hands are still behind her neck. I can see the marks of the paddle, but she rests her weight on her heels without a murmur.

When Graham looks at me, I know it's my turn. "Come on. You've seen what to do." I get up, clutching my leash handle. I lean against the post carefully, trying to get the position right. Graham adjusts my shoulders slightly, and then without ceremony starts paddling. It's harder than Olivia would hit me and there's no pause between strokes to catch my breath. I don't want to make a noise but I'm more concerned about not moving, and I hear myself grunting with the effort of keeping still.

When I'm kneeling again he stands in front of us, looking down. "It's customary for you both to thank me at this point. Seeing as you," he looks at the redhead, "are so ready with your mouth, you can put it to good use." He's unbuttoning his fly as he speaks and he motions her forward, then looks at me. "And you seem to like to watch everything... I do hope you enjoy watching this."

Graham sinks his cock into her mouth without ceremony, fucking her hard and fast. She doesn't appear to mind, and I can see her moving her mouth and throat to accommodate him. It doesn't take long before it looks as though he'll come, and then to my complete shock, he pulls away from her and shoots his load at my face.

Even if I'd known what was coming I couldn't have turned my head away, and his aim is good. I can feel sticky globules on my eyelids and taste it in my mouth. Both Graham and the girl are panting while I kneel there silently, trying to work out how I feel.

Graham moves first, buttoning himself up. "Well done my dear, that was a very acceptable thank you. You can run along back to Sophie now." She gets up and leaves without so much as glancing in my direction, leaving me alone with Graham for the first time. I try not to react when I see his predatory expression.

"Stand up." I scramble to my feet, grateful to relieve the pressure on my buttocks, but afraid. I can feel semen on my chest, and smell it everywhere.

He walks around me slowly, his voice quiet. "Now then, how are you going to thank me, little sub?" For a second I hope Olivia will wonder why we're taking so long, but I remember her saying that she won't rescue me. I'm on my own.

I swallow. "I'm sorry Sir, but I don't know."

To my surprise I hear him unclipping my arms. "Come with me." He leads me back to the hitching post and places my hands at each end, so that they're about three feet apart. Then he pulls my hips back so that I'm bent over and nudges my feet apart with his own.

I'm sure that he's going bugger me, but he makes no move towards my belt. Instead, I feel his hands on my back. He strokes me, running his fingers up my spine and then down my sides until I shiver. He spends several minutes kneading my shoulders and neck, and I start to relax and enjoy his touch. I'm slightly disappointed when he steps away.

I'm not entirely surprised that I'm getting an erection and I know Graham's noticed when he starts massaging my cock through my trousers. It's not long before I'm fully erect and I'm glad to be wearing the hood as my face is burning with embarrassment. He's fondling me purposefully now, as if intent that I should come. I'm not sure that I want to, but at the same time I can't stop myself from moving against him.

The moment seems to go on forever. All I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears and my ragged breathing, until finally I hear myself let out a long moan as I come, bucking uncontrollably against Graham's hand as he carries on stroking me.

When he steps away I hear him unbuttoning himself again. "That's got me nice and worked up. Come and kneel up in front of me." As he's talking he walks into view, and in a daze I step around the post and do as I'm told. He starts jerking himself off and I brace myself for another face-full. Sure enough, it's not long before he's coming again. This time a spurt lands directly on my lip and I lick it off unthinkingly.

He looks down at me as he tidies himself up, his voice approving. "Not bad, little sub, not bad at all. Shall I take you back to the other room now?"

Now the post-orgasmic glow has worn off I'm dreading going back out there. I can feel the wet patch in my crotch spreading, telling everyone who looks what's just happened – even if they hadn't already noticed the drying semen all over my head and chest.

Graham laughs before I can say anything. "You'd rather not? Can I trust you to stay here quietly instead?"

I try to nod. "Yes Sir, please."

He re-clips my arms behind my back and hooks my leash over one end of the post. It's symbolic rather than actually to prevent me from moving, as we both know that I won't.

"Good boy. You wait here then, and I'll let Olivia know where she can find you." He disappears.

I wait silently, trying to make sense of what's just happened. For all that I've had vague thoughts about Si, I've never had any kind of sexual encounter with a man before. But I can't deny that Graham's attention turned me on, and obviously the handjob did as well. Even the taste of semen wasn't anything like as unpleasant as I'd imagined.

Eventually I hear approaching footsteps and the curtain being pulled aside. Olivia seems to spend a long time looking me over.

"Goodness me. Graham said he'd made a mess, but you really are quite a picture. I'm not sure it would be polite to take you back outside looking like that." She moves out of sight, and then I smell lemon and feel her wiping me down with something damp.

"It's late – it's probably time we headed home." She pauses. "Unless you'd rather spend more time with Graham?"

She's teasing – I think. "No thank you. I've had enough for one night... if that's okay?"

"Alright then. Come on." She unhooks the leash and I stand up. I'm disorientated and simply follow her back to the changing rooms, where, to my surprise, she merely collects our things from the locker. My arms are still uselessly behind my back, and I feel absurd watching her carry the holdall back upstairs to reception.

A clock behind the desk says it's past midnight, making me glad I'm not the one driving us home. Olivia settles into a chair to wait for Sasha, and without thinking about it I sink to my knees beside her. She doesn't say anything, but I see her smile as she strokes my shoulder briefly. I pass the time people-watching, having missed all this on the way in. Some clubbers are leaving, although plenty more are entering the building. In both cases some are in street clothes and some dressed up – there doesn't seem to be a hard and fast dress code.

It's not long before Sasha joins us, taking the bag from Olivia and ushering us into the back of the car. She leans forward to talk to him briefly, then settles back. I'm amused to see that the first thing she does as the privacy screen goes up is kick off her stilettos.

"Ugh. They look great, but I don't know how some women can spend all day in the damned things. I'll undress you in return for a foot rub. Are you thirsty?"

I'm perched precariously forward on my seat to make room for my bound arms. My shoulders are aching, and I wonder if I'd already be in pain if Graham hadn't released me for a short while earlier. A foot rub is a tiny price to pay for freedom.

I work some saliva into my mouth. "I'd love to give you a foot rub. And yes please, I'm very thirsty." It feels strange to be speaking freely after having spent so much of the evening silent.

I still don't have any peripheral vision, but I hear the quiet sound of a mini-fridge and the unmistakeable hiss of gas escaping as Olivia opens a bottle. "Here." She holds it in front of me and guides a straw to my mouth. I gulp the cold water greedily until I'm sucking on air.