My Voyage of Submission Ch. 16

I knew Björn had a bit of Dominant in him, carefully tucked away, well hidden before now, but starting to peek out now he was off the ship and not in charge.

We obviously attracted quite a substantial amount of notice in the restaurant. Waiters and waitresses both gave our table lots of attention. Our glasses were barely half empty before someone came by to fill them. Other restaurant patrons seemed to need to detour slightly to get to the restrooms. Francesca, Belle and I were used to being half naked in public, but Delphine was not. She blushed frequently as people walked by, aware they were looking at her. If not for her experience modeling clothes at her store, I'm sure it would have been worse, but she'd never be as bare there as she was now, and not tucked into the cozy confines of her job, but out for the night in public. If she ever stood between a person and a light source; well, I'm sure you can imagine what it would look like.

Despite her fear and trepidation, her nipples were hard as nails, poking proudly against the filmy material of her dress. I'm sure if someone touched her pussy, they'd find their finger inundated with her lubricating fluids. I kept smiling at her, trying to keep her distracted. When we left, Lynn had Delphine wait there by the door as Master paid the bill, so people entering and leaving would get a good look at her. She clutched a small handbag in front of her sex, but it did nothing to hide either her lovely breasts, or the fact she had no underwear. Heads swiveled as they walked by, almost doing circles so they could see the back.

"Edgar, keep the women safe. I'm sending the limo with you. Get everyone out if you have to."

"I will, Joshua, don't worry about a thing."

As we drove to Cries and Whispers, Dominique was almost as edgy as Delphine. This was also her first time in a BDSM club in any capacity and she was going as a Dominant, which she'd never previously played at, despite the example of her mother. Michelle was cool, calm and collected. She'd been a Dominant for years and although this club was new to her, similar clubs were not. She felt she'd fit right in, and probably would.

On the drive, I reminded everyone to call me Helen tonight. I reassured Delphine that she had this and she'd gone through a whole day of stuff exactly like what she could expect tonight. Enjoy the fucking and use sub space to get through any punishments she suffered. She nodded nervously. At the club, we paid the entrance fee, learned our safe words for the night was Avocat, the French word for Avocado. We got them to announce 100 Euros to anyone who took my survey. Everyone was given a simple mask which covered the tops of our faces and were led to a room where people could find us if they wished to receive the money for the survey.

As soon as our Dominants had settled into their seats and our bodyguards had taken up loose positions around us, people started showing up. Those who did show up, saw four scantily clad slaves in the vicinity and frequently took advantage of us as they left, or as they waited for another iPad to become free. All four of us had been fucked five or six times in the first two hours, often by more than one person at a time. On the other hand, no one had attempted to punish us, and I think the presence of the five imposing men standing around might have played a part in it.

I kept an eye on Delphine when I could, but also Michelle, wondering how she felt about her daughter getting fucked six ways to Sunday. Perhaps I could ask her at some point in the next day. I knew she'd treated other women's daughters the way hers was now being treated, but this had to be more personal to her.

Since Lynn and Björn had the surveys handled, Michelle asked Dominique to walk around a bit with us and see what else was happening around the club. Edgar and Jake went with us, staying roughly six or so feet away, far enough people could enjoy us, but close enough to leap into action if it was required. We'd come upon various scenes in different rooms of the club. There were scenes where punishments were being carried out, others where fucking was more prevalent, and some where both were occurring.

We stopped at a St. Andrews cross and watched a young woman take five swats of a paddle from two different people, one man and one woman. Michelle commented on it and said Dominique should learn to punish her temporary slave. When Belle was on the cross, Michelle showed Dominque how to administer the paddle to Belle. then watched closely as Dominique gave Belle an additional five. Another woman came by as Belle was still confined and added five more to her perky buttocks, turning them quite red. A gentleman approached Michelle and asked if he could put me in Belle's place and whack my bottom a few times. Since I hadn't been struck once so far, Michelle had no problem binding me to the cross and waiting for the gentleman to take his strokes. A woman watched him and wished to add five more to my tally.

Another man watched me absorb the paddle and asked if he could use a thin cane on me. I knew it was only five and he couldn't break skin but I hated the cane, so I suggested an alternative.

"Sir, might I make a suggestion to you?" I asked, hoping he understood English so I didn't need Michelle to interpret.

"What would that be?"

"I admit that I'm not particularly fond of the cane, Master, but I'm known for giving excellent blow jobs. If I don't give you the best cock sucking you've ever had, you may give me ten. If it is the best, please don't strike me at all."

"How do you know I wouldn't lie and give you ten strokes with the cane anyway?"

"This is considered a gentlemen's club, isn't it? Do they let non-gentlemen in, sir?"

He laughed. "I don't particularly consider myself to be a gentleman."

"Then this will be the deciding factor, sir. You sit in the chair and if you lift your ass off the chair as you cum, we'll consider it the best you've had. If it remains firmly planted in the chair, it wasn't."

"You've got yourself a deal."

Fifteen minutes later he was trying to drive his cock through the back of my head, arched way off the seat, despite the fact he told someone else to take advantage of my position to fuck my ass.

He patted me on the head as I tucked his cock back in his pants. "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't experienced it."

I smiled and turned and sucked the cock of the man who pulled out of my ass.

Done with that chore, the first fellow asked why I had a Mistress instead of a Master since I sucked cock that well.

Michelle answered, "Because she licks cunt better than anyone I've ever met."

Since Michelle was in her early fifties, one had to assume she'd had more than a few people, men or women, munch her rug. So a woman who'd watched the performance we'd given said, "Really? The best?"

"No question."

Not satisfied with Michelle's word, the woman took the seat the man suddenly vacated so he could watch the next performance. She spread her legs and I was staring at a neatly trimmed patch of fur. Fifteen minutes later, she was arching off the same seat, my head clutched in her hands, smearing my face all over her cunt. This despite the fact another man, with a fairly substantial prick, was now plumbing my depths digging for gold.

"Putain, mon Dieu. C'était incroyable," she gasped.

The man fucking my cunt pulled out without cumming, and moving towards my head, said, "Look at me."

As soon as I looked and saw him stroking his cock, his heavy balls drawn up tight, I knew what was happening. I closed my eyes as he swamped my face with a flood of thick cream, moaning gutturally, like I was the first person he'd fucked since he got to the club. From the copious volume of cum on my face, perhaps I was. The mask was probably ruined, but they didn't appear too expensive. I could feel sperm dripping off my chin. I opened my mouth up so I could capture the last few drops he squeezed out on my tongue.

"Leave my cum on your face."

"Until another Dominant tells me to remove it," I agreed.

Another man was eager to try me, his stiff cock protruding from his pants. Michelle forestalled him.

"I still need to see more of the club. It's my first time here. Perhaps later, if you're still around."

We continued our exploration. In one room, there were fifteen to twenty people engaged in some form of sex, a writhing, squirming, moaning mass of masked humanity, spread out over a padded floor, fingers and tongues and cocks and cunts and asses engaged like the inner mechanisms of a clock. We watched for several minutes while Belle lapped at Dominique's folds until she squealed in pleasure. Belle had a satisfied grin and a face full of cum when she stood, happy she'd not been found wanting as a sex slave.

In another room, we came upon another scene of pleasure and pain. Various Dominants were seated in comfortable chairs being orally attended to, while the slaves attending to them received discipline with paddle, whip, crop or cane, almost like a contest to see who could ignore the pain the best.

Michelle, who'd witnessed me performing that particular trait, invited the man who'd wanted my mouth earlier, and whose cock was still bursting from his trousers to have a seat and I would ease his suffering. He gratefully sat down and I engulfed his cock. While fellating him, a woman lifted the bottom of my dress over my back and smacked my bottom with a paddle. Then a man used his heavy hand. Between them, leaving my bottom burning and red. It hadn't stopped me from continuing to work on my cock. He was getting close, so I slowed down to ratchet him higher. I sensed someone else behind me, preparing to whack my buttocks.

"Espèce de connasse. Mon ami Jean-Paul a été arrêté. Je vais te faire payer."

I didn't have a fucking clue what he said but hearing Jean-Paul's name mentioned made the hair on the back of my head stand up. My bottom exploded in a maelstrom of pain, so sharp, so sudden, so intense, I couldn't breathe and nearly bit the cock in my mouth. Another blow fell, and a third before I could scream out "AVOCAT, AVOCAT."

Another couple sharp, painful blows across my buttocks, then a fast and sudden struggle behind me, another cry of pain as I heard a bone snap, then another. Michelle was beside me, kneeling on the ground, her arm around my shoulders, murmuring, "Mon cherie. You poor thing."

More masculine groaning behind me, obvious pain, Edgar shouting to get everyone out of the club now, bouncers rushing towards us from everywhere. Jake picking me up, wrapping his huge arms under me.

"Tu m'as cassé les bras, salaud."

"Tu lui, as cassé la peau, connard," Michelle screamed.

"Elle a fait arrrêter Jean-Paul Belmonde. C'est mon ami."

"Il l'a mérité, et toi aussi. Il possédait des femmes, les achetait et les traitait comme de la merde. Est-ce que tu fais de même?"

Jake turned and some guy I vaguely recognized, was lying on the floor, whimpering, both arms broken, bone protruding from the skin in one. Three big lads were standing around Edgar who was bowed up like a pit bull, waiting for someone to get close. He was smaller than the three around him, but looked far more dangerous.

Michelle said, "You'd better back off. Dégage. This man broke skin on this woman, and didn't stop when she gave the safe word. How many people will come to your club if this is the type of thing you allow to happen. He got what he deserved. We're leaving now and you can bet I'll tell everyone I know what happened here. Get this fucking piece of trash out of here."

Edgar backed up towards Jake and Michelle, watchful. Henderson and Björn, suddenly beside him. Two of the men picked up the fallen fucker, now unconscious from the pain. They hauled him off, the third still watching Edgar like a hawk. I didn't feel so good myself. I felt like puking.

"Can I go home?" I said.

"Are we going to have trouble leaving?" Edgar said, "because I can have another two dozen ass kickers here in fifteen minutes to tear this place to the ground."

"No," the man said, "Go."

Edgar and Björn led the way out of the club, dozens of people now watching, silent. Jake and I, Michelle, Dominique and Belle following, Henderson covering the rear. Edgar and Björn covered the door until Henderson was out, then followed us. The others were already in the limousine, Leo and the driver outside the vehicle, the driver with a gun alongside his leg. He waited until everyone was inside before getting in the car, and pulling out.

"Shit," Edgar said, "let me see Beth, Jake. Turn her over."

Jake gently flipped me over so I was lying upside down over his lap. He carefully lifted my dress off my ass.

"Aw, fuck! The boss is going to kill me."

"It's not your fault, Edgar. How bad is it?" I asked. It still hurt like hell.

"All five broke skin. Your ass is torn up, Beth. It was my fucking job to protect you and I fucking failed. Henderson, call ahead and let Manuel know what happened. I hope to hell she won't need stitches."

"He hit me three times before I could get a word out of my mouth, before I could even draw breath. How could you know that he'd be different from the other two before him? How could anyone know? I certainly don't blame you. Your retribution was fast and certain."

"What the hell happened?" Björn said.

"I kind of recognized him despite the masks. He was one of the people standing around when Jean-Paul was arrested at Chateau Roissy a couple nights ago. He kept mentioning his name but I couldn't tell what the hell he was saying."

"He said Jean-Paul was a friend and you got him arrested," Michelle said. "I told him Jean-Paul was a bastard who bought women and treated them like shit. You pretty much heard the rest. He bitched about Edgar breaking his arms."

"If I'd had time, I'd have broken both his legs, too. The security got there too damn quick. I hope I crippled him enough he can never strike anyone again."

The car was pretty silent on the ride back to the hotel. Master and Miranda were up waiting with Manuel when Jake carried me into the suite. Master's eyes had thunderclouds swirling in them. The look he gave Edgar could have frozen water. I was carried into Master's bedroom and my dress was removed before I was set on my stomach on the bed. Miranda gasped and Master growled like an animal.

"What the fuck do I pay you for, Edgar?"

"I'm sorry, boss. I'll resign immediately."

"Master, it wasn't Edgar's fault and if he leaves or gets fired, I leave too."

Master roared, "Look at what happened to you while you were under his protection. You too, Michelle. She was your slave tonight."

"I'm sorry, Monsieur. It was so sudden. No one had time to react."

"Master, it wasn't her fault either. It was no one's fault. I was sucking a cock, getting punished as expected in a club of this type. No one else had done any more than anticipated. Edgar was giving enough space so people weren't intimidated by his presence. The last guy was apparently a friend of Jean-Paul Belmonde, and saw him arrested at Chateau Roissy, and saw enough of me to recognize me at Cries and Whispers. He struck me three times so fast I couldn't draw breath to use my safe word, and struck me a fourth and fifth before Edgar could get to him. Probably no more than a second or two from start to finish. No one had reason to suspect he'd go berserk. Edgar broke both of his arms, Master. Bone was sticking out of one of them. The other one looked like it was pulped. Don't blame anyone but the man who did this."

Master knelt beside me and started crying.

"You'll have scars," he sobbed.

"If she does, Master, they'll be very faint," Manuel said. "She doesn't need stitches and they should heal fairly well in the next week. She can probably sit on it the day after tomorrow. It's not as bad as Yasmine suffered, believe me. Someone bring me a fresh clean washcloth with warm water on it so I can wipe the blood off and take a closer look. He couldn't take full swings if it happened as fast as they said it did. Think about it. It probably looks worse than it is because of all the blood they haven't had a chance to wipe off."

Miranda rushed off to get the washcloth while the rest hovered around like mother hens.

"It's not that bad, really," I said. "It barely hurts anymore. I might be sitting on it even sooner than Manuel thinks. Nobody died, the asshole who did this will suffer more than I did and a lot longer. Could you please clear the room and stop looking at me like I'm a broken piece of china. Let Manuel finish doing his job."

They all did clear out, except for Master, Miranda, Manuel, and Edgar and Michelle, who both still felt responsible. Manuel carefully dabbed away the blood, much of it dried during the ride home.

"See, only a couple spots are still oozing blood," Manuel said, "probably only the points of initial impact. It's not as bad as it looked. I'll put some antibacterial, analgesic cream on it, dress the wounds that are still bleeding and give her a couple acetaminophen PM for pain and to help her sleep."

"There you go. I told you it wasn't that bad. You're all worried for nothing. It barely hurts anymore. Edgar, Michelle, give us a kiss and beat it."

It still hurt, but I'd pushed it down. The warmth still there, a lingering throbbing. They both kissed my cheek and left. Manuel spread cream on my buns and put a couple big bandages over the worst of the seeping sores.

"She should probably sleep on her stomach tonight, so she doesn't wipe the cream off her ass, sir," Manuel said.

"Should I tie her down?"

"That shouldn't be necessary, sir. She'll be restless, but she won't really want to lie on her back. I'll leave more of the pills and cream to put on if she wakes up during the night, but no more than two more pills before morning."

"Thank you, Manuel."

"You're welcome, sir. Beth is a tough woman. She'll be okay." He ruffled my hair and left.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Miranda asked.

"It stings some, but that time I took half of your punishment for lying hurt worse. Master, if you're inclined to punish me anytime soon, I'll take my freebie."

He laughed. "I wasn't planning on it, but we'll see."

Miranda and Master lay down on either side of me and snuggled close enough to keep me from moving too much. Master's arm went over my shoulder with Miranda's just below his. I closed my eyes. It took awhile but I went to sleep.

******

When I woke up the next morning, Master was leaning on his arm, watching me. When I opened my eyes, he bent down to kiss me.

"How are you?"

"Suffering less than you, sir, I imagine. I was serious. Don't fire Edgar. I want him protecting me. I trust him to look after me despite what happened last night. He made that man pay."

"I won't fire him. As Manuel said, it was worse than it looked initially. I was so scared when they told me you were hurt. I couldn't bear the thought of it."

"You hurt me almost every day, sir."

"Not like that. Never like that."

"I know, Master. I'm hungry. Can I eat?"

"I'll order some food. What would you like?"

"Three eggs scrambled, two of those big sausages, orange juice, coffee and two slices of dark bread toast."

"I'll put in the order and let Manuel check you over again. Do you want to eat in here?"

"I'm not an invalid. I'll get up. What time is it?" My watch was dead, battery exhausted.

"A little before ten."

"No wonder I'm so hungry."

He called Manuel to check me over while he called room service with my order. Manuel took off my bandages and checked my wounds.

"All the bleeding has stopped, though I'll replace the bandages. Wear something lightweight, no jeans."

"Have you ever seen me wear jeans in all the time you've known me?"

"Well, no."

"Master doesn't like pants, I don't have any with me. I've got a snowsuit now, for Norway, but no pants of any kind. I'm not sure he won't want me cutting holes in the snowsuit for my tits and cunt so he can still get to them any time he wants."