The Club (closed)

[saedo]

Participation by invite only. PM for details.

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I looked myself over in the mirror and nodded approvingly. Despite the occasional monotony of my weekly workouts, I'd managed to stave off the flab that preyed on so many of my fellows. Though no longer on the pleasant side of 40, I looked almost the same as I had in college.

I donned my outfit. I dressed in black, but then so did everyone. I'm not sure why that color was seen as standard for a sex dungeon, but you hardly saw anything else here. Pretty much the only bright colors were the shades of lipstick on the female participants.

I did avoid the stereotype of glossy black leather or vinyl. I personally didn't care for the squeaking and creaking as you walked. Even moreso, the cleanup on those things was murder. Aside from a broad black leather belt, I kept to comfortable cotton.

The only mandatory piece of attire was the mask. Some participants favored full facial coverings, but most used the less burdensome one that obscured the nose and eyes but left the mouth and jaw uncovered. Since everyone was pursuing sexual kinks here that they couldn't pursue openly in their real lives, anonymity was the absolute rule. In the nearly two years I'd been attending, I'd never once encountered a real name or face.

I privately credited the club with saving my marriage. The apocryphal "seven year itch" took about twice that time to appear for me. I don't know if it was the length of our marriage or my impending 40s or something else entirely or some hormonal shift, but I found myself increasingly restless in the bedroom. While I still loved my wife, I found our sex life uninspiring. After the kids were born, we'd downshifted a rather languid, gentle style of lovemaking. And for years, that had sufficed. But recently, I started wanting more vigor.

Unfortunately, the new urges insinuating themselves in my psyche were not shared by my bride. Every time I tried to step up the intensity, she'd caution me to slow down. "You're too big to go that fast," became a repeated refrain. The one time I impulsively spanked her ass hard enough to make it jiggle, she'd been furious. I hadn't even dared mention some of my more aggressive ideas.

Eventually this tension in the bedroom began spilling over to the marriage as a whole. Had I not discovered the club, I think we'd probably be headed for a divorce. That really would have been tragic. We were generally happy and it was only my newfound sexual cravings causing the problem.

The club solved that. I could actually get matched up with a female who wanted to be fucked hard - even painfully so. I could give into my darker impulses of physically and emotionally dominating her without worrying about her feelings. I could exorcise my desires completely. And afterwards, I went home to my loving wife content in my anonymity.

I looked down at the handout on my partner for tonight. The details were sxarce; I knew only her membership number and her preferences for our encounter. She'd requested quite an array of physical and emotional punishments. I was delighted; I hadn't had gotten to use my belt on anyone in far too long.

Smiling, I opened the door to our assigned room. Let the games begin.

 

[kimberlee]

I look at myself one last time before heading out to the club. I was dressed in a short black mini-skirt and a strapless dark corset top. I'd been tempted to go with either leather or suede but the price would have been noticed and I wished to keep the outfits I had for 'The Club' - as my sister called it. I wanted to keep my normal married life entirely separate from the anonymous persona I would adopt tonight.

I sighed. Kelly had claimed that this place had helped save her own marriage. Would it work like-wise for me or would I regret tonight's actions?

John, my husband, had been great at the start. Once we exchanged vows; however, I felt as though I was being taken for granted. It began slowly and has increased with more and more attention taken from myself and focused upon work.

I worked full time, yet managed to do housework and work out at the gym. John all but lived at his job and did little else. I wish he was a bit more like his father who also worked hard but had time to work out and spend time in other pursuits.

I closed my eyes feeling my nerves on edge. How could I go through with this. Would satisfying my sexual needs prove worthwhile or was I making on huge mistake that would only throw a spotlight on John's and my inadequacies in the bedroom and start the proverbial snowball rolling down the mountain of our marriage?

I didn't know. I just knew that matters could not remain as they currently were. "Come on, Kim. Get it together. Besides, it doesn't mean this will become something of a habit. I can quit anytime I want, right?"

With these doubts still in mind I called ahead to change some of my preferences for the evening and asking that I would wish for a broad array of both physical and emotional punishments. I suppose I figured that if I was going to be a 'bad girl' I should also receive some sort of penance.

I then made my way to the aforementioned club. Upon arrival, I followed the directions given me. With one swift look into the body-length mirror in the entrance to this place and saw that my mask - one that might cause one to think of a female take on Zorro, the Lone Ranger or even one of the Mutant Ninja Turtles. My 36c breasts looked like they might be D's.

Looking away from the image, I was handed a sheet which I was told belonged to my partner for the evening. Looking it over, I felt goosebumps rise as my nerves and my arousal redoubled their separate effects on me.

It also calmed my nerves to some extent in that this would most definitely prove to be as much of an anonymous assignation as I'd been told. I went to the room assigned to my mystery man and me.

Once inside, I fought my nerves down as I awaited for him to arrive. Not even five minutes later, I turned to look as I heard the bedroom door open.

 

[saedo]

I looked over the woman before me. "Woman" was almost generous; she looked young. Very young. Granted, the lightly tanned mounds cresting above her corset were well beyond that of a schoolgirl, but I'd otherwise have placed her age uncomfortably near graduation.

Still, perhaps that was my own bias kicking in. I'd expected that the bulk of the participants would be myself - adults too old for the tawdry bar scene who nonetheless sought a similar venue for meeting new sexual partners. Perhaps she'd found her particular sexual predilection difficult to obtain from random encounters and so used the club as a facilitator. Was my situation so different?

I stepped close to her. This only further emphasized my 6'2" height. She had to crane her head to meet my gaze. Despite the appeal of the deep crevasse between her breasts at this angle, I found her eyes captivating. The orbs were the most arresting shade of blue.

"Good evening," I began. My voice always had a rumbling quality, but I could detect an extra thickness in the timbre that I get when my libido is aroused; she was very beautiful. "You are to obey my instructions without hesitation. Failure to do so will result in discipline. If you are unclear as to an instruction, you may ask for clarification. You will always address me as 'Sir'. Failure to do so will result in discipline."

"That you have been paired with me indicates you have a tolerance - or a preference - for pain. You will need it."

"The safe word is 'rosebud'. Remember it. I will not respond to your pleas without it."

I regarded her for a moment. The anticipatory rush of a new partner had my heart thudding. Would she suffer in silence or scream and cry? Would she be meek or rebellious? Would she be me to stop or plead for more? The possibilities warmed my blood.

"Do you have any questions?" My steely gray eyes met her brilliant azure gaze. "If not, I will begin."

 

[kimberlee]

I paced the floor as I waited for my partner of the evening to arrive wondering what I was doing here. I convinced myself to leave and call it all one huge mistake. 'Better the devil you know than the one you don't,' came to mind. But as I thought to leave, I recalled my 'happily married' sister and her recommendation.

"You need to escape from your life if only for a while. The club worked wonders to help save my marriage. Maybe it can do the same for you..." she'd said.

I also knew that the what if's would bother me to no end. Maybe if I got to know that other devil, I could quit this place with no doubts in my mind that it might have aided my marriage as well. I called myself an idiot, but stayed put.

I turned quickly toward the door as I heard the knob turn before it opened. A masked man entered the room. He stood a head taller than myself and was in extremely good shape. That being said, I felt somewhat surprised at his age. I had been expecting someone five to ten years older; but, I judged this man to be old enough to be my father. Not that he was, of course - my dad was shorter with a bit of a paunch. Thank god for small favors.

He spoke in a deep gravelly voice that brought Christian Bale's portrayal of Batman to mind.

I felt shivers run up and down my spine as I listened to him. Discipline for hesitating to follow his instructions? A tolerance or preference for pain? Oh sweet Jesus, what was I getting myself into?

When he spoke the safe-word, I felt a weight lift from my mind. That's right. I could stop this at any time by saying the safe-word. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

I had said I wanted a man with a commanding presence in the bedroom and he certainly had that. Besides, how hard would it be to simply follow his instructions?

Did I have any questions?

"Nothing comes to mind at the moment. If any come to me, might I ask them then?" I asked belatedly but quickly adding, "Sir."

 

[saedo]

I circled around her as I considered her response. I rested a hand on her shoulder, my thumb gently resting against her neck.

Silently, I pushed against her till she bent forward at the waist. I inclined her about 30 degrees, observing her flexibility and form. She appeared able to hold the pose a without difficulty.

"You may seek clarification on my instructions if you require it." I turned away to the chest of drawers located on the wall behind her. I opened the second drawer from the top. "As your Dom, it is important that you understand my wishes. However," I continued, "should you question me solely to delay or distract me, I shall punish you accordingly.

I swung the leather slapper from the drawer in a short arc. The broad surface met the backs of her thighs with a sharp crack. It was enough to sting, but the wide impact would sharply reduce any risk of bruising.

"You must remember that you shall always address me as 'Sir' - first and foremost, not as an afterthought." I punctuated the lesson with another blow a few inches lower.

"Now, remove all outer clothing."

 

[kimberlee]

I let out a mental sigh of relief when he didn't take me to task for not calling him 'Sir' and instead addressed my question. I hadn't been certain whether we had begun from the moment he entered the room or if we were to begin as soon as I had asked my questions. He had said that we would begin if I had no questions.

He walked around me and pulled something from one of the drawers. As he talked - warning me not to ask questions in order to stall him - he lightly pressed against my shoulder and I moved as directed. I've taken yoga and held positions for ten seconds to a full minute or so. I could do this. But what exactly was this? I wondered.

'Alright, Kim, you got by with it this time but I doubt he'll -' I began to tell myself when I heard a slight whir of air and then... "Ow' I all but squealed. I stung more than anything but I received the message. No second chances with this guy. I needed to submit entirely to his will or be prepared to receive more punishment.

He smacked me with whatever it was he held in his hand once again after saying, "You must remember that you shall always address me as 'Sir' - first and foremost, not as an afterthought."

'Rosebud' I thought to myself. I could stop all this with a single word. Instead I remained silent. I knew I hadn't quenched my curiosity's thirst and so when he told me to remove my outer clothing, I did just that. I quickly unzipped my skirt and undid my corset to stand before him in little more than a thong and thigh-high netted stockings. Did the stockings count as outer or under wear?

"Sir, do you wish me to remove my stockings?" I asked hoping he wouldn't think of my question as a delaying tactic.

 

[saedo]

I considered her question for a moment. Were stockings more like pants or panties? I had no ready distinction, so I saw no need to punish her. Though I liked her squeal, I was a man of my word.

I brushed the leather slapper against her right buttock, watching her tense in anticipation of the blow. "No," I declared. "Leave them on."

I was a little surprised she considered a corset to be "outer", but admittedly I'd seen it worn as such. I saw no reason to quibble over semantics.

I walked around her and inspected her partially naked form. She was very well-formed - particularly if one favored luscious curves as I did. I reached a hand to cup her left breast. It was large enough that I had to stretch slightly to brush the nipple with my thumb.

I continued around behind her. I set the slapper down so that I could retrieve a pair of wrist cuffs from the chest. The cuffs were made of flexible nylon, but the inner surface was lined with a silky fur to avoid skin abrasion. I cinched them just tight enough to restrain without impeding her circulation.

It was then that I noticed the gold banded diamond on her left hand. I always removed my rings before a Club session. I found it hard to imagine that she'd overlooked such a detail.

"You're married," I declared. "Did your husband send you here? Or are you a cheating whore, breaking your vows?"

 

[kimberlee]

I was ridiculously careful not to move in the least as I awaited his answer and yet I kept myself poised on the edge of action should he order me to do something or other. My nerves were on edge wondering what might come next and adrenaline coursed through my veins like nothing I'd ever known. The knowledge that I could stop matters if I found them beyond what I could take relieved me of worries I might have had to that extent. And to top it off, I was actually becoming aroused.

I continued to hold my breath in case he was just teasing me before dishing out my punishment.

I felt the leather brush against my butt cheek and tensed up for the blow I expected to follow only to hear him tell me to leave my black netted stockings on. I felt like a soldier at attention, especially when he continued his inspection of me.

Well, I imagine that no soldier outside of a pornographic movie had her NCO reach from behind her to feel one of her tits. I let out an involuntary gasp as his fingers flicked my left nipple and I didn't need to look down to know that my g-string panties were soaked through.

But he turned away from me as the leather instrument was eased away and soon after I heard him open a drawer behind me. I held my position as my mind raced wondering what it was that he was retrieving.

I didn't have long to wait before he grabbed one of my wrists and I found out that they were cuffs. I recalled teasing my husband and saying that we should buy some after shopping at an adult online store and running across the item. He'd just rolled his eyes in response. I could feel the fur lining and some kind flexible material making up the outer portion of the restraints.

He stopped briefly before questioning me in what seemed to my ears a harsh voice,"You're married. Did your husband send you here? Or are you a cheating whore, breaking your vows?"

I didn't hesitate in answering. God knows I'd kept the ring on as a reminder to myself that - while, 'what happened at the club stayed at the club' - I was just what he'd called me, I was cheating on my husband. But I was worse than a whore, I was paying the club membership fees to have this done. I wasn't some woman in desperate need of money and selling myself. No, I was paying others to satisfy needs that my husband had not bothered to take care of.

"I'm worse than the lowest whore and my husband doesn't have the faintest clue what I'm doing tonight. I'm breaking vows taken before God, Himself," I responded. I closed my eyes and though my shoulders might have slumped the tiniest bit and tears leaked from my eyes, I experienced a slight change from my confession and an unseen weight lifted from my shoulders. I straightened my posture and opened my eyes as a calm washed over me for the briefest of moments and I awaited my punishment.

 

[saedo]

I raised an eyebrow at her admission. "Worse than a whore?" I mused. "What makes you worse than a whore?"

I circled around to her front. Cuffing her wrists behind the back had her standing with her shoulders pulled slightly back. The resulting impact on her breasts was most pleasurable. Her round orbs thrust out proudly, the areolae around each ever so slightly puffy. I reached up with both hands to heft each of them.

"So what is it that makes you stray? Did you marry an inferior man? Does he lack the size to please you? Does he lack the stamina to satisfy you? Are you here to beg me to provide what your husband cannot? "

My hands crept up to her nipples, rolling them between my thumbs. "Or are you the inferior? Are you so pathetic a lover that even your own husband turns from you? Are you reduced to pleading with a masked stranger to fuck you?"

"Or are you still too proud to admit how pathetic you are?!" I snarled. My fingers squeezed her nipples till she cried out, whereupon I gave her a fierce shove into her pillowy tits. Unable to use her arms to balance, she stumbled. Anticipating this, I'd aimed her towards the bed. She caught the edge of the mattress just below the ribs. It was an awkward position, but I kept her head from bouncing off the hardwood floor.

I stood over her and glared. "On your knees, slut!" I barked. "If you're going to beg, then do it right. On your fucking knees. Or do I have to take off my belt?"

 

[kimberlee]

His barrage of questions began with him sounding highly amused; but, it was as though he saw in me his own reason for being here and the resentment and heated fury he shot his questions at me would have frozen me where I stood had I not already held the same position for these last few minutes.

I thought to answer his questions; but, they were questions that I had asked myself all too often and was no closer to finding an answer now than when they had first risen in the back of my mind. Besides, I think he wasn't asking the questions to understand my situation so much as to use it as a guide for tonight's 'games.'

John may not have been the kind of man that one thought of as inspiring artwork; but, he'd said as much to me beforehand. Still, it didn't excuse him from the neglect or from forgetting our first anniversary.

I had begun to wonder if he was gay and was using me to hide his true sexual orientation. Had he preferred someone else - perhaps someone in his or her own relationship? Was he having an affair? The questions went on and on. I supposed that tonight was to make sure that I wasn't entirely to blame. If a man, a stranger, wanted me as a woman then at least my ego might feel some degree of satisfaction.

But it wasn't my ego alone that yearned for satisfaction. No, not by far. My painfully erect nipples and soaked g-string gave evidence to that much.

I lowered my eyelids as he tweaked my nipples and I swallowed a moan before it could fully escape. I nodded as he asked his last question. Yes, I was a slut. An utterly, totally, heart and soul slut. I had ignored this part of my persona but here, in this room, I acknowledged that it existed and felt it flower within me. Like a lilac in springtime, it flourished after having gone through winter as it responded to the heat of my body for this unknown man.

I was caught entirely by surprise during this inner quest of self when he shoved me toward the bed. I fell upon the mattress with a shriek of surprise. My upper torso remained on the bed while my knees were barely saved from slamming into the floorboards. I prayed I wouldn't be asked to maintain this position for long.

"On your knees, slut!" he ordered. "If you're going to beg, then do it right. On your fucking knees. Or do I have to take off my belt?"

I acted as soon as the words were out of his mouth. I sighed thinking that at least kneeling would prove a great deal less uncomfortable and reduce the stress on my back. I looked up at him from my position. the transition from my previous one took me longer than I thought it would but my hands behind my back were throwing things off.

I knelt there wondering whether I needed to beg him to undress, take his cock out, or use me. A gnawing hunger awoke in me as I looked up and my eyes met his. "Yes, Sir."

 

[saedo]

I resisted the urge to smile as she sank to her knees. She certainly had the obedient part down.

"Yes, Sir."

Or perhaps not. She knelt there expectantly. Tempting as it was just to stare at her breasts, it'd be a dull evening just waiting on her.

I shrugged and reached for my belt buckle. The silver was the only splash of color in my otherwise black outfit. The leather slid through the belt loops with a hiss.

When the belt tip slipped free, I gathered the two ends in my fist. I put my other hand at the midpoint and tugged sharply in the opposite direction. The belt slapped together with a loud crack.

I held the leather in front of her face. "Alright, the belt is out. Now I could just beat you with it. A cheating slut like you could probably do with a beating. I might just enjoy giving it to you."

"Or perhaps a slut like you just wants my cock in her mouth." I stared at her a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I bet you would. But I'm not sure you are worth it. Cheating slut like you probably doesn't deserve to get what she wants."

I yanked the belt ends apart again. The sound was like the crack of a bull whip. "No, I think if you want it, you'll have to earn it. Beg. I want to hear you beg."

 

[kimberlee]

My eyes widened at the sound of his belt. I had all but sighed when he had removed it himself thinking I was in the clear. Now I wasn't so sure. I listened to him talk and told myself that while he held the belt, I controlled whether or not this session went any farther. If I spoke one single word, he would cease. But, I wasn't ready to call it quits. Not by a long shot.

He wanted me to beg but claimed that a slut like myself shouldn't get what she wanted. Did that mean that if I begged for his cock, he'd give me the belt instead and visa versa? Was I over-thinking this?

I took a deep breath to beg for his cock, but found myself saying, "Please. I need them both. I want your cock more than anything right now. But, I need to be punished as well. Can I have both? Please..."

While I hadn't initially planned to beg for the belt as well, it felt right. Yes, a slut like myself needed cock but needed to be punished for openly breaking my wedding vows. I could already imagine him calling me a greedy b*tch. But I wanted it all.

 

[saedo]

Can I have both? Please..."

I squatted down and looked her in the eye from about six inches. I grinned maliciously. Despite myself, I really liked this one. I hoped she'd prove this vocal during the main event. I could feel blood pooling in my groin already.

My left hand caught her just below the mask. Being right-handed, the power was a little diminished, but it certainly got the point across. "You impudent bitch," I murmured appreciatively.

I slapped her again. Her pretty little face was already turning a much brighter pink around the impact site. "You can't even make a simple decision. You stupid little slut."

After the third one, the brilliant blue of her eyes was clearly hazy with tears. Too soon to tell if she was a crier. Even the stoic ones will tear up from the pain.

I started the fourth, but stopped my hand short. She still flinched, which was good. The ones who have lose all fear of the pain can be dangerous.

"Still, you did beg for it...." I shrugged. "I suppose I am not without some measure of generosity."

I rose to my feet. Her eyes followed me up. I pondered for a moment whether to skip ahead to my own satisfaction. Such a pretty face - albeit one marred by a crimson spot that was certain to turn purplish by morning - would look delightful struggling to choke down my cock. But I resisted. Pleasure delayed only enhanced the ultimate release.

I reached behind her neck and grabbed a thick hunk of her hair. As I lifted, she immediately began scrambling to get off her knees. That's difficult to do with both hands tied behind your back, so my grip on her lovely tresses provided a useful - albeit painful - brace to prevent her falling over.

She managed to get her feet under herself, but her balance lasted but a moment. I spun her towards the bed and shoved her forward. She landed facedown, but a little too far; I grabbed an ankle until her thighs could dangle over the edge.

Words seemed unnecessary, so I swung the looped belt without further delay. I'd chosen a one of plain black leather - no metal or sharp edges that might catch and tear. The crack of its broad surface into her pert butt cheeks was fiercely loud in the small room.

A dozen lashes seemed a good place to start. I drew my arm back and swung again.