Discovering My Other Side

Then he releases the string and he says.

"You can stand up now miss..." he uses my name and I stand up confused. No! It can't be over. Not yet! Turning to face him, he's holding his hand up to help me off the platform. "For a first time that was very good, I think you deserve a reward." My disappointment vanishes, but as I step off the platform, I misjudge the height and stumble. He catches me in his arms against his broad manly chest. I feel immensely comfortable in his arms nearly naked; the only problem is he's wearing too many clothes. He releases me and reluctantly I step back.

Gesturing to a tall seat, padded with red PVC and a high inclined back. I struggle on to it and wait for the next instruction.

"Excuse me." He says and he moves my legs aside so he can open one of the drawers in the base. With me leaning back, I cannot see the contents and notice the drawer conveniently keeps my legs apart. However, at this point, I have no qualms about that. "I promised you a reward..." He hands me something that looks like a knuckle-duster. Made of silicon with hard plastic rings across the knuckles. He holds up something like a key fob and it beeps as he presses a button. The object in my hand starts vibrating and I realise what it is and drag it on to the first three fingers of my hand.

"I want you to touch your breasts." The sensation is strange. The light vibrations transferred through my fingers on to the flesh of my breast. "Stiffen your middle finger." This concentrates the vibration down the single digit. I absolutely must add one of these to my shopping list.

I'm enjoying both the sensations as I play with my breasts. As well as watching his rapt gaze as his eyes follow my fingertip teasing my nipples.

"Is that what you wanted?" He asks. Instead of replying, I let my hand drift south. My fingertips encounter the cloth of the thong, the decorative sequins at the waist, the hidden button stitched inside. However, it's not that button I seek. I let out a sigh of satisfaction as the vibrations pass through the thin cloth directly onto my clit. He looks me in the eye and I can feel the naked heat of his lust.

Pulling my hand back, my fingers delve under the waistband, only to be thwarted by the very device that is providing the pleasure. It's too large to slip inside my thong.

Pulling my finger back to delve under the waistband, but my action was thwarted by the tight cloth and the plastic protuberance on the back of my fingers.

"Would you like assistance?" He holds up a pair of safety scissors. "Keep your hand still." Snipping the thin waistband on both left and right hips. "We go through so much underwear here. Now, pull it free and present it to me." It feels like I'm flossing my bum as I pull the straps free and held it up for him. "We may need to work on your presentation and I never gave you permission to play with your cunt." Normally I object to that word, but right now, it excites me. I'm sitting naked, open legged, showing this stranger every inch of my body, my most intimate places and performing my most intimate pastime. My fingers are stroking both sides of the hood of my clit, and I feel vibrations like electricity passing through it between my fingers.

"It seems you have taken back control? No longer my precious plaything. Imagine doing this in front of a crowded room?" A shudder passes through me at the thought and I close my eyes. "Picture yourself surrounded by a dozen men, each watching you play with your tits and your cunt. Revealing how you like to be sexually stimulated. Knowing each man desires you, lusts for you. Knowing each is hard for you. Their cocks throbbing in their underwear, until they can stand it no longer and pull them out. You can see what your body and actions have provoked. Perhaps you might select one and allow him closer. Reach out and touch it. Run your fingers over the hard hot flesh, take it between your fingers, squeeze it, wank it. Perhaps even kiss or lick it?" My mouth salivates at the idea. "And while you do that the others could return the favour by worshipping at your pussy. To kiss it, lick it. One by one, both the men and the women.

"Or perhaps you'd prefer something more substantial than a tongue or finger?" I nod, opening my eyes. Damn it, he's still dressed, but holding up a modest dildo in one hand and a tube of lube in the other. Impatiently I snatch the dildo and wriggle my bottom to the edge of the seat. I open my legs wide and slip the tip inside. I've no use for lube, given how worked up I am. It's been too long since I'd had something, even as inadequate as the hard plastic cock, inside. I pause with it only halfway in to get accustomed to the sensation again. He moves to perch on the side of the seat, next to me, lifting my leg over his. Opening me wider and causing the dildo to slip deeper inside.

It suddenly dawns on me, his hand on the inside of my knee, is the closest to any form of sexual contact he's made with me. And it's not enough.

"Touch me." I manage in a hoarse whisper. His arm reaches around my shoulder and pulls me to his chest. The fingers from his other hand touch the inside of my knee, tracing slowly upwards. Tickling the sensitive skin of my inner thighs with his fingertips.

Sliding the dildo in and out and working my clit with vibrating fingers, I know it won't be long. I want him to touch me, to take me, but his fingers are moving up my thigh too slowly. The growing waves of pleasure won't wait, and I can feel the peak and...

The orgasm is so intense think I passed out briefly. When I open my eyes I see him standing before me smiling

"You were amazing, my pet." He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead. Right at that moment, I feel a disproportionate feeling of gratitude and a deep desire to be his pet and do everything I can to please him. A tiny part of my regular mind cries out in a muted whisper, a confused denial. "Let me help you." He takes my hand, slips off the vibrator, then reaches between my legs, and removes the dildo, still embedded inside me. As it slips from my lips, I shudder at the sudden empty feeling.

He places the discarded sex toys on the platform and walks to the door.

"Follow me!" Hopping from the seat, I hurry to follow, and it's only as I step into the corridor that I realise I'm naked and have no idea where my clothes are. The idea would normally terrify me but at the moment, I don't care who sees my nudity. He's standing further down the corridor at another open door with light spilling out. As I look through the door, my knees go weak. On one wall is a large red leather 'X', perhaps nine foot high with a leather shackle attached by ropes and pulleys to each arm of the 'X'. It was almost the mirror of the fantasy I've dreamt about for more than a dozen years.

Wrapping his arm around me, drawing me close, I notice the whips and floggers hanging from the other wall.

"Next time we will try you out in this room." Trembling I nod, excitement mixed with a hint of fear is a heady cocktail. He gives me a squeeze, and then swats my bottom. "Now off you go, get yourself cleaned up and see yourself out. I need to tidy up."

I return to the changing room to find a manila envelope on top of my clothes. On the outside is printed the name of the club and a list of contents: membership information, requirements, rules, and a membership form. On the top left is a handwritten note. 'Membership fee provisionally waived'. And in the opposite corner another note. 'Return Tuesday at 7 pm."

Fuck, I'm not sure I can wait that long.