The Club

Nancy was frustrated. A feeling she had a lot lately. With her particular tastes in the bedroom it was so difficult to find a suitable partner that was up to the task. So many made bold claims from behind their computer screens but the real life encounters were always lacking. She just wanted someone to push her onto the bed, hold her down and take her like a man then call her a filthy whore and command her to clean up the mess she had made of his manhood. Was that too much to ask? There was such a fine line between a man willing to take control in the bedroom and an abusive one that she often felt scared to even try to find a partner.

She had confided her troubles to a fellow submissive online who let her know about a club for submissives and dominants. It wasn't in the yellow pages but it was legal. All participants were pre-screened with a medical and psychological examination and dominants were vetted by experts in the field and given additional training when needed. Psychologists, doctors and police were present at all times in an observation room in case intervention was needed. Beyond the entrance fee nothing else was required and all the toys, gadgets and attire were available if you didn't wish to bring your own.

Nancy was hesitant at first but the more her friend told her the more she wanted to go. So tonight she had decided to take the plunge and see what all the hype was about. She arrived early so she could get all her pre-screening done before the main intake ceremony of the evening, which happened at 9 pm every night according to her friend. It seemed like the easiest way to find a partner at the club and she was certainly in need of one.

After registering she was sent through the screening protocols and deemed fit to participate. Someone led her on a tour of the facilities and explained the rules. If she was selected by a dominant from the ceremony they would meet in a room to discuss boundaries, set up a safe word and sign a document detailing it all, so that the scene could be monitored effectively. The dominant would then take her to a room he had set up to his preferences and they could enjoy each other's company as long as they wished.

At the end of the tour Nancy was brought to the change room for the female submissives where she could get ready and then wait to be called out for the selection ceremony. Nancy found an outfit to wear and slipped it on. She counted 5 other female submissives currently waiting in the room. She wondered if that was a lot or not. It certainly seemed like a lot to her. She wondered how many dominants would be present and was hopeful that she would be picked.

"First time?" a beautiful brunette with a cocky grin asked Nancy as Nancy bounced her knee impatiently.

"That obvious huh?" she asked.

"The newbies are always so antsy. I can usually spot them a mile away."

"Well it is my first time here yes but certainly not my first time as a submissive," Nancy smiled.

"You'll love it. The Doms are great. They really train them well. I never leave unsatisfied," the brunette winked.

"Sounds like I will get my money's worth," Nancy replied.

"I'm sure you will and I'm sure you will be back too. We all come back eventually."

"Glad to hear it. I'm Nancy by the way."

"Oh, we generally don't use our real names here hunny. You know to keep things discreet. But I'm Anna since you are offering."

"I'm sorry. I hadn't thought of that. I guess it would be a bit embarrassing if the wrong people knew you frequented this place."

"It's best to think of a stage name of sorts now in case your Dom asks you for one. Of course you are welcome to use your real name if you wish."

"I'll come up with one. Thank you for the suggestion."

"Anytime. If you have any questions feel free to ask. And have fun out there," Anna said winking again.

Nancy contemplated what she would give as a name if asked and waited around for the call.

A man knocked twice and said gleefully, "Showtime ladies."

Anna led the pack and Nancy and the others lined up behind her at the door. The door swung open and a man in a shiny purple suit with black lapels and a black top hat cracked a whip high in the air with a flourish and then beamed at them excitedly.

"Follow me if you would," he beamed.

They walked down a short hallway and waited by a large red curtain like you would see at a theatre. Nancy could only assume they truly were backstage.

The curtain opened a little and the man in the suit led the ladies through the opening and onto a well lit stage. It seemed to be a large amphitheatre but Nancy couldn't see more than the first row with the bright lights beating down on her.

The man in the suit lined them up in a row facing the seating in the centre of the stage then bellowed, "Kneel slaves."

The women all knelt down. Nancy looked around nervously and saw Anna sitting calmly with her hands palm down on her lap. Nancy decided to do the same and took a few deep breaths to calm herself. The waiting seemed to take forever as she tried to look out into the crowd. She soon gave up and stared at her hands. Shortly she heard footsteps to her right and her head swivelled to get a look. A man was coming from backstage, long, dark, wavy hair glistening as it twisted in the light. He was fairly tall and leanly muscled wearing only black leather pants, black boots and fingerless black leather gloves. She couldn't help but watch his chest muscles ripple as he walked towards the line of submissives.

He caught her gaze and she quickly returned her gaze to her hands remembering her place. Her cheeks flushed red knowing she had been caught staring.

The man in the purple suit boomed over the sound system, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to this evenings selection ceremony. Tonight we have 6 female submissives and 3 eager male dominants in search of their perfect partners. Our first dominant to make a selection will be none other than Mr. Noir. Known for his unusual tastes and occasionally not picking a partner at all he is a sight to see in action when his partners allow it, which I most certainly hope will be the case this evening. Please take your time examining this evenings offerings and good luck submissives in gaining this man's favour."

Mr. Noir bowed to the man in the purple suit and sauntered towards the line of submissives. Anna was the first in the line. Mr. Noir looked down on her fondly and ran the back of his left hand gently down her right cheek with a sense of familiarity. She brushed her face against his hand like a cat looking for attention and he grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back, staring deep into her eyes. He gently kissed her forehead, released her hair and moved on to the next submissive. He barely slowed as he walked past her and the next in line.

Nancy's heart was racing in her chest as she stole glances at his progress.

"3 down and two more to go," she thought.

At the fourth in line Mr. Noir was tilting his head this way and that inspecting his offering. He circled her twice and on the second pass gently lifted her hair and breathed its scent deeply. He bent down and whispered something in her ear. She whispered something back. He nodded, straightened himself and moved on to the woman next to Nancy.

Nancy felt butterflies rising in her stomach and did her best to still her quivering hands. She was nervous he would pass her by and even more nervous she would be chosen and this would all be real.

Mr. Noir stood in front of the fifth in line and eyed her inquisitively. Nancy couldn't help but turn her gaze towards his tight pants and his well outlined package. She stared at it hungrily until she heard a gentle 'tsk, tsk, tsk' and looked up to see he was teasingly scolding her. Her whole face grew crimson and she looked back down at her hands.

Mr. Noir inspected Nancy's neighbour for another minute before bending down and whispering in her ear. Her neighbour whispered a reply, grabbed his left hand and kissed it. He stroked her hair before moving on and stopping square in front of Nancy.

She was still terribly ashamed and had her eyes glued to her hands which were still palm down on her thighs. She could feel his gaze on her and her breath caught in her throat. He placed a finger beneath her chin and gently guided her gaze towards his eyes.

"You are a rather naughty slave aren't you?" he whispered and winked.

"Yes master," she replied ruefully.

"Well I believe your insolence should be punished. Don't you?" he said with a smile.

"Yes master," she agreed tensely.

"Stand up," he commanded extending a hand to her.

She grabbed ahold of it and stood in front of him feeling quite exposed.

He leaned in towards her breathing deeply and whispered in her right ear, "Turn around and face the back of the stage my sweet."

Nancy complied feeling a shiver run down her spine.

He came up behind her and whispered once more, "I need you to bend over for me and hold very still. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes master," she replied.

She did as he asked and her lingerie slid up and her thong rode up between her cheeks leaving her round ass fully exposed to the audience.

Mr. Noir addressed the audience with a booming voice, "This slave has been eyeing me greedily since I came on the stage and will therefore be punished. She will receive 3 hard spanks. One for each greedy gaze."

Nancy closed her eyes and steadied herself waiting for the inevitable. Mr. Noir stepped to Nancy's left side leaving her in full view of the audience. He gently ran his right hand over her left ass cheek before giving it a good hard smack. The audience cheered and hooted. Mr. Noir repeated the procedure with her right cheek and the audience roared as Nancy gasped and steadied herself. Finally he brought down one last hard smack across the centre of her ass. She exhaled the breath she had been holding and waited for further instructions.

He placed his right hand in the centre of her back and knelt down to whisper in her ear.

"You did very well my sweet. Would you be willing to be on display for our entire session? I do enjoy it so much more with an audience."

"Yes master," she replied without hesitation.

"Are you certain? The papers have not been signed but this is rather non negotiable for me and the main reason I have such trouble finding a partner most nights."

"I'm certain. If I'm being brutally honest I find it quite thrilling to be on display anonymously like this."

"What name will you use my pet?"

"Ruby. Call me Ruby," she smiled.

Mr. Noir stood and took hold of her left hand, guiding her into a standing position and twirled her to face the audience.

"For this evening I have chosen Ruby to serve me. She has agreed to be recorded so any interested parties may watch us later this evening if they so choose."

"Come now my sweet," Mr. Noir beckoned to Ruby. "The fun is about to begin."

~

Ruby was waiting impatiently in the room Mr. Noir had chosen. After going through all the paperwork he had sent Ruby ahead to undress and wait for him while he attended to something. She had tried looking around the room to see where the cameras were located, but they were well hidden. She was actually glad of that. An obvious camera would have been quite distracting for her and she wanted to lose herself to Ruby this night. She didn't need Nancy's insecurities getting in the way. She felt unsure of what to do with herself as she paced around the room. She briefly tried sitting on the edge of the bed and kneeling by the door expectantly but nothing felt right. It seemed like hours had passed although she was sure it had been no more than 15 minutes.

Out of boredom Ruby sat on the floor by the bed facing away from the door with her eyes closed. She decided she would sing to pass the time:

"The time has come to shed your fears,

To free yourself of doubt and tears.

To open up your heart and soul,

Allow another to take control.

You'll bask in their strength and loving gaze,

They'll steady you for the coming days.

They'll show you things you've never known,

They will not stop until you've grown.

For a master does more than use a slave,

There is always a part that he must save.

So give yourself to him my dear,

You must let go of all your fear."

Mr. Noir clapped from the doorway and Ruby nearly jumped out of her skin. She scurried as quickly as she could on her hands and knees to his side and looked up at him.

"That was lovely," he smiled. "Who wrote it?"

"I did, sir," she replied.

"A writer and a beautiful submissive. What other secrets are you hiding?" he grinned.

"I'm sure you will find them," she smiled back.

"I know the night is young but I am already glad that I picked you," he smiled down at her.

"I'm glad you picked me too."

"Stand up for me," he urged.

She took his hand and stood up.

"Turn around and bend over. I want to see how red those cheeks are my precious Ruby."

She did so obediently. He ran his fingers gently across her soft flesh smiling at the red imprints of his large hands on her pale skin. He stepped up behind her pressing his body against hers and wrapped his arms around her waist. He lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed. She gasped as her feet left the ground and she leaned into him for support. He set her on her feet next to the bed and spun her around to face him. He gazed into her eyes longingly for a moment then pushed her backwards onto the bed. He crawled up onto the bed crouching over her and pinned her wrists above her head. She was getting very aroused as he leaned down and kissed the side of her neck and her collarbone. He laid a trail of kisses down her stomach and one on each thigh.

He removed his pants, lifted both her legs and rested them on his shoulders and entered her swiftly. She sighed and stared at him hungrily. He leaned into her entering her deeper and she moaned with pleasure. He pulled back and entered her slowly two more times watching her facial expressions eagerly before pulling away and placing a finger on her lips. She greedily sucked it locking her gaze on his.

"We've got a long night ahead of us dear Ruby. We will have to pace ourselves. Stand up for me."

She obeyed him eagerly.

"Follow me," he beckoned.

He led her to a nearby wall with handcuffs dangling above her head.

"Face the wall and put your hands above your head."

She did as she was told.

Mr. Noir tenderly tightened the handcuffs on her right wrist then did the same with her left then kissed each of her shoulders and ran a finger gently up her spine. She sighed and arched her back.

Mr. Noir picked up a black rubber whip and brushed it softly across Ruby's back.

She sighed and closed her eyes.

"Do you like that slave?"

"Yes master. Very much."

"Good," he smiled before striking her flesh firmly with the whip.

The sound drove Ruby mad with lust and her skin tingled where each small tassel had landed. He drove the whip down again and again across her back and buttocks. She arched her back and sighed with each strike. He paused briefly and she leaned her head against the wall a moment to rest.

"Not getting tired yet are we slave?"

"No master," she smiled straightening herself.

"Turn around for me."

She did so, the chains above her head twisting as she did. She smiled at Mr. Noir and waited impatiently for him to make his next move. He walked over to a table near the door and opened a small canister that was there. He pulled out an ice cube and came back towards her. She stared at the ice cube with anticipation. He approached her slowly and kissed her deeply.

"Take the pleasure with the pain my sweet," he smiled.

He pressed the ice cube against her right nipple and she gasped at the cold. He ran it around in small circles a few times before switching to her left nipple. She bit her lip gently and watched the ice cube move across her skin. He glided the ice cube down her stomach and touched it briefly to her clitoris. She gasped again pulling away involuntarily.

"Be still, slave."

"Yes master."

He held the ice cube against her clitoris for a moment and she tried her hardest not to wriggle. Water began to melt and trickle down her thighs in tiny lines. He took the ice cube and set it on the ground next to him. He gently licked up the water from her thighs and gave her clitoris a single tantalizing caress. She sighed deeply longing for him to touch her more.

Mr. Noir stood up and walked back over to the table by the door. He pulled a small tablet out of a drawer and went to sit casually on the bed. She stared at him curiously.

"What are you doing master?" she asked.

"Well you see there was a reason I was gone so long other than grabbing some fresh ice. Our lovely viewers nearby are now going to vote on what we'll be doing to you next. I trust you are ok with that?" he eyed her with a smirk.

"Of course, master. You lead and I will follow."

Mr. Noir tapped the screen a few times then sat back and stared at Ruby.

"And now we wait my dear. I've given them a few minutes to decide. Whatever shall we do to pass the time."

"Whatever you wish master," she smiled.

"Why don't you sing me another song?"

"Oh," Ruby blushed. "I don't know. I just kind of made the last one up."

"Then make up another," he smirked watching her shift uncomfortably.

"What would you like it to be about?"

"Whatever strikes you in this moment. I'm not particular."

"Ok. I mean yes master." she said forgetting herself.

She was letting her fears get the best of her. She mustn't let the mask of Ruby slip lest she fall apart.

"When the whip,

Strikes my skin,

How much trouble,

I am in.

For I long,

For that touch.

Yet I ask,

Not for much.

Touch me here,

Touch me there.

With what?

I do not care.

But do not leave,

Me all alone.

Once you've gotten,

Me to moan.

Yes for now,

I crave release.

I must sate,

This hungry beast.

So whip me now,

If you please.

But I beg you,

Do not tease."

She finished her song with a smile and eyed him coyly.

"That was exquisite," he said appreciatively.

He glanced over at the tablet briefly then said, "It appears the audience agrees as well. I think you will be quite happy with this surprise."

He tapped out a brief message on the tablet and then stared at Ruby with a devilish grin.

"Your surprise will be here shortly."

A few minutes later there was a gentle knock at the door and Mr. Noir strode across the room and opened it.

"Come in," he urged.

He turned to Ruby and said, "You see my dear one of our honoured guests also craves for your release and he will give it. And then you will give his."

She looked hungrily at the new man and replied, "As you wish master."

Mr. Noir whispered something in the man's ear then nodded to him. Mr. Noir sat on the bed to watch and the man approached Ruby and bowed.

"This man has been tormenting you for an hour, my dear. You must be terribly hungry."

"I am sir. Will you help me?" she said coyly.

"With pleasure my dear."

The man suckled at her breasts then deftly slipped a finger between her pussy lips and stroked her clitoris. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes briefly. He stroked her a while longer until her clitoris was completely swollen then turned his head to Mr. Noir and nodded. Mr. Noir stood and slipped in behind Ruby, pressing himself against her back. He brushed her hair to the side and nibbled on her ear. She gasped and sighed and their guest got down on his knees and attacked her swollen clit with his tongue. Ruby moaned and clenched her fists pulling against her bonds. Mr. Noir wrapped his fingers gently around Ruby's throat and pinched her nipples.