Summary:
-Sam and Marina get invited by their highschool friend, Catherine, to an exotic sex club
-They pass the initiation test with the help of a red headed waitress named Audrey
-Sam can't help openly bragging about the Ten Club to anyone that will listen
-Trixie, a dominatrix from the Ten Club publicly dominates Sam and Marina as punishment for blabbing about their secretive club
-The pair go to a mandatory training night to get a crash course in BDSM that would end in an elaborate feast
-Sam got hypnotised by Katy and forced to crossdress and masturbate anally in front of her
-Marina was stripped naked and led by collar and leash to a room where Seamus and Melissa tortured and had there way with other slaves in training
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Chapter 7: The Floor Masters' Meeting
It took Sam a few moments for his eyes to adjust. His surroundings were nothing more than a series of red, brown and cream shapes as he was thrust through the doors and into the centre of the room. Soft, rich orchestral music played as his vision sharpened and he slowly realised he was in some kind of empty banquet hall. The first thing that Sam noticed about the room was the sheer decadence of it.
The hall had a high ceiling that was completely mirrored, making it seem even higher. The Chairs resembled Katy's throne: grand and intimidating, although far less ornate. The chairs belonged to an extremely long table, akin to something you might see at Oktoberfest. A silken, white, perforated table cloth lay over a blackened, glass top. It was not as reflective as a mirror, but good enough to easily make out the details. As Sam walked past, he focused on the reflection of the ceiling through the surface and instantly saw a thousand echoes of the room, giving him a brief stint of vertigo.
On one wall hung an enormous red velvet tapestry with some latin phrases woven masterfully into it. Sam guessed the materials needed to create such an artwork were well into the thousands. A variety of artwork littered the rest of the walls. The paintings and statues were diverse in era and origin, but all seemed to share a central theme, one which Sam couldn't put his finger on initially. He gazed from painting to painting trying to discern what linked all of these scenes together.
Most revolved around some sort of erotic situation, but many displayed acts of gluttony, pride and slothfulness. There were multiple paintings of Roman feasts, a bronze statue of a man eating grapes while spilling wine, depictions of Ancient Japanese orgies, a painting of an Islamic opium house among others.
The most interesting thing about them, Sam thought, was that despite many of the subjects historically being considered sinful, they weren't being depicted negatively. There was no judgement from the painter on the subject, purely indifferent observation, or perhaps celebration. Many of the sex-focused scenes weren't something that you would get an erection over, but described something special, something inherently human.
Sam had almost grasped the meaning of the collection when Katy spoke a secret word and his mind went blank. Suddenly his eyes were glazed and his expression stupid. Katy ordered him to sit at the closest table and unzip the bag he had been carrying for her. He removed a mirror and a diverse array of make-up.
"Now doll yourself up Samantha, while I get some of the others," she said with a smile.
By the time Katy returned with her other slaves, Sam would have easily passed for a girl save for his Adam's apple and broad shoulders. He did, however, get bonus points for having naturally curvy hips and an above average butt. Katy had contemplated getting him a wig, but decided that he suited the short haired, androgynous look instead.
"Oooh Samantha, you look gorgeous!" Katy cooed. "Now why don't you get into your position?"
Sam walked zombie-like to his designated spot, behind a chair where he would stand through the course of the night, or until he was told otherwise. He knew this, but did not know why he knew this. His back was straight and his butt was pushed out, as Katy had instructed him throughout the hypnotic track. One by one Katy put her small group of servants under a spell via their individual triggers. At the very back of Sam's mind, a sliver of consciousness remained watching, recording.
A brunette girl walks in. Katy whispers 'Pillow'. The girl submits. Katy returns with a slim blonde male. Katy whispers 'Bowl'. The man submits. Katy returns with a blonde. 'Kettle'. Another male. 'Football'. Another female. 'Candle.' Now all the servants are standing at attention. A food trolley rolls in. Large silver saucers with semi spherical lids are given to each servant. The trolley get pushed out of the room. Katy stands at the end of the table. She speaks each release word. 'Fox, turtle, mare, hare, albatross, f-'
Sam suddenly came to. He looked around, startled and confused. Fuck, he hated that feeling. He was more than submissive, he was malleable. He looked down and noticed he was holding a silver platter with a lid. Or did he already know that? Engraved in the lid were a few simple, words in an elegant, cursive font. 'Don't open.' Sam moved the platter up and down. It wasn't that heavy. He looked at a large clock above the door and read the time. The dinner wasn't for another hour. He let out a deep sigh when a sudden movement caught his eye.
He looked down at the table. Had something been there a second ago? Had someone poked their head out from under there? Was he going crazy?
"Samantha!" a stern voice called.
Sam looked up at Katy.
"Are you going to be a good girl, or do I have to make you be a good girl?" She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"No, I'll be good."' He replied in his unusually high voice.
"Good, because I don't want to have to leave you triggered for the rest of the night. I want you to enjoy what I'm going to make you do."
Sam gulped. It was going to be a very long night.
Prior to the dinner, Marina and half a dozen fellow servants had been led through a series of halls and staircases to what seemed like an empty storage room. Once everyone was inside Seamus reached above the door frame and flicked a switch that released a rope from the centre of the ceiling. Seamus closed the door before pulling on the rope, revealing an extendable secret staircase.
Melissa shushed them before leading the small group up the stairs. At the top, Marina found herself in a small, dimly lit space. Calming, ambient, orchestral music was playing, although from where they were, it seemed slightly muffled. Once her eyes adjusted she noticed she was surrounded by chairs and realised she was under an enormous table. It must be... 20 metres long she thought in disbelief. Melissa clicked her fingers once and all of them quickly turned their attention to her.
"Find the 'X' with your name on it and sit there. That is your spot for tonight, your duty," she whispered to them before disappearing back down the stairs.
Marina scampered around with the others until she found her name. There was a general feeling of confusion when Melissa left. It was the first time their actions had not been dictated by either Melissa or Seamus in the last 2 days. She couldn't quite explain the feeling except that it was similar to being lost. It was almost like having an existential crisis. They almost longed for the control now. It was so much easier. A lack of choice makes for a lack of consequence.
Marina snapped out of it. 'Stockholm Syndrome' she told herself with a smile. She adjusted herself to free a leg that had gone numb when she bumped heads with another servant. She looked up to see Lauren's big brown eyes staring back at her. Memories of the last two days flooded back to her and Marina blushed. Lauren smiled. They had had something, short and sweet. It wasn't really emotional in any particular way, but it had been fun and the scenario they were in had provided the perfect opportunity for a bit of role-play.
It hadn't taken much for Marina to find out that Lauren was just playing the part. Just one very cold night under Seamus and Melissa's bed. So cold they had to face each other to keep warm... They had formed a bond that night and Marina felt she had a friend in the club. Well apart from Catherine, but Marina hadn't even seen her around yet.
Marina wondered where Sam was. Would he be at the dinner tonight? She hoped so. Marina thought about the other servants. There was only 7 or 8 under the table, but there had been at least 20 in Seamus and Melissa's quarters the night before. After a few moments Marina connected the dots. She poked her head out from beneath the table and saw just what she expected before Lauren pulled her back.
"What the hell are you doing?" Lauren asked.
"I know what's going to happen to the others," Marina replied. "There's a large curtain on one of the walls, I bet there's a stage behind it. And why are you so scared? I thought you were the rebellious one?" Marina whispered, the last line coming out as a jeer.
"I am, but I can take the punishment and I like it. But you're a bit... you know... fragile," Lauren said with a smile.
Marina gasped, even though she knew Lauren was joking.
"Screw you!" Marina said, playfully and punched her on the arm lightly.
The two had gotten pretty close with each other. Luckily their designated positions were right next to each other, so they spent most of the next hour whispering gossip and general conversation with each other. Marina and Lauren had become the troublemakers in the group, everyone else wished they were a part of what they had. They were the cool kids.
None of the others even dared speak, in case someone was in the room listening. But there wasn't. Not at first anyway. After about an hour had passed the doors opened and two women walked in. From what Marina could see from under the table one was wearing leather studded boots and a leather body suit while the other was wearing stockings and short, black Mary-Jane shoes that peculiarly had locks at the heel, keeping them secured around the wearer.
The second pair of legs looked strangely familiar. Despite the second person being much taller, Marina could just make out the bottom of a French maid's outfit, so short you could see the top of her stockings. The first woman spoke the word 'umbrella' and the second pair of legs straightened and relaxed.
"Now doll yourself up, Samantha while I get some of the others." The girl, who Marina now realised was Katy, said.
Marina thought about Sam. Did this mean he would be here soon? She hoped so. The girl in the maid outfit pulled out the chair directly in front of Marina and Lauren. Marina held her breath. The girl sat in the chair and shuffled forward. Marina closed her eyes, expecting the girl legs to collide with her, but they didn't. She opened her eyes to see one stockinged, smooth knee a centimetre from her face. She let out a silent breath of relief and looked at Lauren who also looked like she was about to have a heart attack.
They smiled at each other in a silent relief. Marina looked back at the mystery legs and her jaw dropped. She realised two things at that moment. One was that this person was in fact a guy, evidenced by the fact that there was a flaccid, smooth, caged dick between his legs. The second thing she realised was why Marina and the other servants were under here. For the pleasure of the masters. Marina's mind was racing.
To complicate things further she thought she recognised those legs. She went to take a peak when she heard Katy walk back in and compliment this 'Samantha'. Once all 6 of Katy's servants were inside the room she spoke a seemingly random set of words. Marina couldn't take it anymore, she had to know. She made sure Katy was at a position of the room where she couldn't see and poked her head out to confirm her suspicions. Lauren watched as Marina pulled her head back under the table cloth with a look of shock on her face. Then Marina started giggling.
"What is it, Marina?" She whispered.
Marina turned back to her.
"That girl in the French maid outfit... that's my boyfriend!"
Sam watched as close to two dozen dominatrices, bartenders and what looked like office workers walked in, either by themselves or in groups and sat at the enormous table. The first thing that Sam realised was that they were all quite young and handsome. He knew the shallowness of the industry, but even the office workers looked more like young professionals and entrepreneurs full of confidence than the middle aged dumpy accountants he would have expected.
Sam saw a lot of familiar faces such as Audrey, Melissa, Seamus, Trixie, the bouncer from the second week and Katy. There were many others that he had never seen before, but was sure that he get to know in the coming weeks. A few of these characters stood out to him especially.
A tall, middle-eastern woman wearing a pirate outfit, a mature lady dressed meticulously proper and the most shredded gym junkie Sam had ever seen were among them. The gym-goer was not necessarily huge, but extremely toned. A person was seated at every available spot, except one. There was a seat at the head of the table which was larger and more elaborately decorated than the rest. Sam guessed this was the director's seat.
Throughout the night Sam would hear mutters of 'typical' or 'lazy' get thrown around when the director was brought up in conversation, but nobody dared say anything too explicit. Sam recognised two more people on the other side of the table, the two bartenders from the first night. Next to the bouncer was the black guy who Audrey had threatened him with, followed by a young, fit Latina in a long leather dress, the surfer looking bartender and then Audrey.
Sam's heart sunk when he made eye contact with Audrey. He knew she was going to make a scene and get everyone's attention before walking over and talking to him. She wouldn't have meant it in a mean way, but Sam was quite happy to stay in the shadows tonight. Her eyes widened and she went to get the surfer guy's attention when her body stiffened and she looked like she was trying to stifle a yawn. A moment later she had completely forgot about Sam and went on eating her food quietly with a look of concentration on her face.
What just happened? Was Sam off the hook? Audrey gave him little more than a side glance. Sam looked at the black guy who took a mouthful of beef before freezing and closing his eyes in pleasure. How good could this food possibly be? The Latina and the surfer were chatting and flirting when the surfer closed his eyes mid-sentence and gasped. The Latina laughed and touched his hand. And the conversation continued, albeit the surfer constantly looking like he needed to sneeze.
Further down the table Sam saw Trixie subtly change composure. Whatever it was she was handling it quite well compared to the others. The tall middle-eastern woman and the ripped guy were on the opposite end of the spectrum. They were being as explicit as possible, both were holding their chairs and rocking back and forth. But neither of them drew any attention from their neighbours. What the fuck is going on? Sam wondered when movement caught his eye.
Sam looked at Katy who was close by and displaying the same symptoms as the rest of them. Inconspicuously, he bent his knees and lowered himself (which was much harder to do in heels than he had anticipated) to see under the table cloth. A guy's head was buried between her legs as Katy ran her hand through his hair. Sam gasped, there were people under there. Sam suddenly realised that Katy had turned around and was looking directly at him. Sam froze. Katy raised her finger to her lips and silently shushed him. This place never ceased to amaze him.
Marina also heard whispers about the director, but it was difficult to hear from under the table, not to mention she was often hard at work. When the floormasters and the others were seated the rest of the servants under the table realised what Marina had known for over an hour, they were there to please. Two guys in slacks and vests seated themselves in front of Marina and Lauren. Between them was a curvy, petite tanned woman with soft, toned thighs, wearing a leather skirt and no underwear. Marina knew what was happening, but had no idea how to proceed.
A large black hand reached beneath the table and snapped its fingers in front of Lauren. She took a deep breath and unbuckled the guy's trousers and pulled them down to reveal an enormous, thick, cut, black cock. Laurens eye's practically bugged when she saw it. The hand caressed Lauren's cheek and beckoned her towards it. Lauren opened her mouth and just barely managed to wrap her lips around the bulbous head.
The hand rested against the back of her head started to move her up and down. Marina looked back at the person in front of her. What have I gotten myself into? She asked herself. She moved forward, and looked up to see she could almost make eye contact with the Latina next to him and moved back. She looked over at Lauren whose head was practically not even under the table anymore as she bobbed up and down, sputtering at the sheer size of the cock in her mouth.
Slowly, Marina unbuckled the belt in front of her before working the button and unzipping him. He slowly wriggled the slacks down so Marina had sufficient access to him. She pulled down the jock strap to reveal another monster sized cock. This one was completely smooth and soft though. Marina had never touched another cock besides Sam's before so this was going to be one small step for Marina and one giant leap for their relationship. She hoped Sam would be Ok with this.
She looked around before finding the bottle of lube Melissa had given her and took a healthy squeeze into her palm. Marina spread it out through her hands. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and gently started pumping her hand up and down. She heard the Latina laugh and the guy's body relax as she got into a rhythm. She had always worried that she sucked at foreplay and Sam was just too scared to tell her, but this was evidence that it wasn't the case. She was a pro.
She could hear them conversing and wondered if the girl he was flirting with knew that a girl was jacking him off under the table. Marina thought it was time to find out. Slowly she pulled down to reveal his raw throbbing cock. She slipped her finger under the ridge and just slightly slid her finger over the surface. She heard him audibly moan. The girl laughed again as Marina started to pull his dick faster and faster. She cupped his balls in her other hand as his body rocked violently.
He reached behind Marina's head and pulled her down, as he was about to cum. Marina closed her eyes wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She felt one of his hands start to finish the job while the another maintained it's vice-like grip around the back of her head as he came in her mouth. She felt wildly horny and wished Sam had been there to watch, hoping he liked it. When Marina pulled away she noticed that it wasn't his hands that was jacking him off and holding her head, but the Latina's. She pulled Marina's head back as she milked the last of his cum from his red cock and Marina swallowed again.
Marina's eyes were watery as she looked up at the girl with a puppy dog face. The girl had looked away by the time Marina's eyes focused. The girl led Marina to between her own legs. Marina continued to jack off the enormous smooth cock as the girl's hand ran through her hand. She heard the girl teasing the guy.
"Now it's my turn to use her."
Now they were 'sharing' her. Marina had never felt so sexualised in her life and she loved it. It made her blush.
Marina pulled back the short leather dress to reveal the prettiest clean-shaven pussy she had ever seen. She kissed the unknown girls thighs which elicited a shudder in her legs. Within minutes the Latina was demanding all of Marina's attention, who let go of the surfer's still hard cock. She heard a shuffle and looked up to see if the surfer was looking for her but was surprised to see a skinny blonde guy had resumed Marina's place between his legs.
Did the surfer know it was a guy now? Marina wondered. The surfer ran his hands through the boy's short hair and across his chest. If he didn't know it was a guy before then he knew now. 'Wow' was all Marina could think. 'This place never ceases to amaze me.'
Suddenly the music stopped. The main meal had just recently been served (for Marina as well) and now it was time to begin the entertainment. Marina had guessed 2 from 2 tonight. The heavy velvet lifted up to reveal a stage. Marina popped her head out from under the table to watch. Seamus and Melissa dragged two of Marina's fellow slaves out to orchestrate another game of waterfall.
One of them was Michelle, the girl that had been suspended and fucked and the other was the nerdy red head, back in her place at the bottom of the food chain. A smug smile formed in the corners of Marina's lips. 'Revenge is a dish best served wet, bitch,' she thought to herself. Marina had totally forgotten her duties under the table and continued to watch from below the table. To her surprise, Marina thoroughly enjoyed watching them squirm and cry out.
When someone dominates you in any aspect of life they have a hold on you, a sort of spell. But this, this is how those spells were broken. By getting someone even more dominant to make them submit. Marina felt that ancient, primal chemical begin to flow through her veins. Her eyes dilated as her hand moved down her body. Revenge is an aphrodisiac, animalistic and transmutative.
The first act of the show ended with the redhead squirting so hard it hit some of the guests in the face. Their response was to laugh and clap like idiots. But of course, they weren't. They were the ones who saw the meanings behind the diverse array of art in the hall. They were the ones who lived the truth. Once the countdown had reached zero, the pair of servants were released from the contraption and the pair were slung over Seamus' strong, wiry shoulders and carried off backstage.
What came next shocked Marina to her core. Two guys were led out. The one that had been strung high up in the tiled corner and the guy who was fastened to the wall. They were led to the same contraption before raising the bar so they could barely stand on their toes. Seamus held the wand in place while Melissa held their cocks on either side of it.
The two men squirmed desperately before the wand was even turned on, not daring to look each other in the eyes. As they writhed their oiled muscular legs rubbed against each other and their lubed cocks moved around almost touching. Marina looked up at the guests and noticed they were actually laughing. But it wasn't entertained laughter, no, their laughs were mirthful, baleful.
The guests laughed like they were superior, like they knew something about the men that they did not know themselves. And they were right. Marina looked at the paintings on the wall and understood. She thought back to a line from a song Sam often played: 'History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man...' Well this was not the folly of man, but the folly of men.
To these people there was no straight or gay, masculine or feminine, there was only dominance and submission. Those things were real, they were older than history. The guests were laughing at the two men because they didn't, and never would, understand. They joined the ten club to fuck girls, but this place was more than a sex club, it was a place where people came to learn a philosophy older than any religion.
Hedonism was more than a philosophy, more than human instinct, it was an animal instinct it was primal. Marina revelled in her epiphany as the crowd jeered and cheered at the acts onstage. Both guys came much quicker than the girls, despite the fact that a clit is much more sensitive than the head of there members.
When they were finished they were slung over Seamus's shoulders and carried offstage. They were actually perfectly able to walk, but this was much more emasculating, and it proved that Seamus was the Alpha up there.
Two girls were brought out and told to lay on their backs and share a double dildo, after this a guy and a girl got on their hands and knees and got fucked by machines, seeing who could cum first. The guy won easily, and pumped his fist in the air. Despite being completely naked, he displayed a natural confidence that elicited cheers and claps from the crowds. This was the type of person they wanted in their club.
Marina looked at the fucking machines. She didn't think that she or Sam would ever become a floor master. Unlike the guy onstage, they had way too many hang-ups. But they would see which ones they could let slip with the enticement of money. Suddenly Marina felt a hand stroke her back. She turned her head to see it was one of the guests. She got back to work.
The guests had finished their meals and the show had ceased. And now they were getting bored. The under the table oral was getting less 'under the table' and closer to blatant exhibitionism. The black bartender whose name Marina had overheard being referred to as Andre, and the tall Arabic woman had both gotten a girl from under the table and laid them across the table to return the favour. The Andre had pulled up a tall black girl who, when laid out almost reached the other side.
The guest opposite to him had begun to fondle her breasts and make out with her. And now to Sam's horror guests had started beckoning the maids to the table as well who walked over reluctantly. At first Sam thought he was in the clear, simply being a crossdresser. But after seeing the show had gone and noticing that the servants under the table were far from being all women, he realised nothing was off-limits.
He looked around and his eyes happened to meet Audrey's. Sam's heart sank again. Her eyes widened like someone who just remembered a great joke and needed to say it. She beckoned to Sam excitedly, but Sam looked away. Without hesitation, she got out of her chair and started to make her away around the table. Sam was a very loud and confident individual in small groups, but in large ones like this he was very awkward and conscious. Audrey walked over and pinched him on the ass playfully before projecting her kind but annoying, exaggerated laugh throughout the room.
"What have you got there for me?" She giggled.
Sam looked down at the platter, he had completely forgotten about it. Audrey lifted the lid slowly to reveal a strapon. Well sort of. It was a slim, long, black double dildo attached to a latex band about three quarters of the way down the base. Judging by the shape, it was definitely not meant for use on someone's pelvis. Next to it were some simple nylon bondage straps. Audrey giggled again and raised her eyebrows before turning around to the guests and asking for their attention. Sam's stomach leaped into his throat. This couldn't get any worse.
"Attention! Attention! I'd like to make an announcement!" She yelled out as the crowd settled down.
All eyes were on Audrey and Sam. Sam wanted to sink into the ground and never come back out.
"When this fella walked in on initiation day I immediately thought one thing: he will never be able to make it at the 10 Club. His girlfriend maybe, but definitely not him... However here he is, looking quite beautiful too."
The crowd laughed and Sam tried to slink back to the wall only to feel Audrey's hand slap on his back and push him forward. He curtsied as a joke. The crowd laughed again making him blush a deep shade of red.
"So I thought we could celebrate. Can everyone clear the table?"
The guests organised their dishes and the remaining maids collected them and hurriedly took them to the kitchen, thankful to briefly get out of any further torment. Audrey led Sam over to the table, stumbling around on his heels before she pushed him forward. He landed on his back in the middle of the table. His dress went up and he quickly shoved it back down, but not before he was sure he had exposed himself to at least 5 or 6 laughing guests.
Sam scrambled to his feet just as Audrey jumped onto the table. She caught him by the neck and dragged him to the middle. She grabbed the nylon straps and bound his wrists together, attaching it to a protruding loop in the table. He started to kick his legs, but he felt guests from either side of the table restrain them. In a few quick motions Audrey was wearing nothing save a leather corset and 3 inch leather boots.
Sam started to thrash around when he saw Katy lean over to him. She whispered a few words in his ear.
"Don't forget I own your mind, cupcake. One word and you won't even know what you will be doing."
Sam immediately stopped thrashing. If he continued, he knew what she would say, and if he was going to be involved in some bizarre sex act in front of a small crowd, he wanted to have some control over his actions. Audrey stood directly above him, with a boot planted on either side of his head. Slowly, she started to lower herself towards Sam's face, but once she got halfway down she dropped into a sitting position on his chest.
Sam let out a large breath of air as he got winded by Audrey's ass. The guests laughed a little, although many seemed to have lost interest in them already. Audrey lowered her head to Sam's. She hovered an inch from his face, giggling, when she closed her eyes and moved her lips closer. Sam closed his eyes as well and waited for a kiss- but felt her wet tongue drag across his face. He opened one eye and looked up at her.
"You're ours now," she whispered.
Sam opened his mouth to protest but got a face full of Audrey's pussy instead. Sam raised his hands to move her but she pinned them down with her legs.
"I was a stripper for 5 years, Sam," he heard laugh. "I could break an elephant's neck with these legs. You're not going anywhere!"
He knew what she wanted. He opened his mouth and started to lick.
"Oooohhhhh I think he's getting the idea!" She exclaimed as she gave him room to breathe.
Sam desperately gulped in air as Audrey looked down at him.
"Like I said, you're ours!"
"You're cra-" was all Sam could get out before Audrey lowered herself back onto him. It wasn't long before Sam's lips were covered by Audrey's. She rocked her hips back and forth as she raised her face to the ceiling.
"Oh god I needed this!" She yelled as she used his mouth as her personal sex toy.
Sam's tongue stimulated her clit. His face was wet with cum and saliva as she continued to pleasure herself. Sam's jaw started to ache but she continued to tease herself, keeping very much in control. Her fingers ran through his hair and grabbed a lock of it. She pulled his head from side to side as she rocked her body in the opposite direction.
She told him to stick his tongue out to pleasure her pussy. She returned to grinding against his face. But Sam couldn't take it anymore, he closed his mouth. A sharp stinging had replaced the ache in his muscles and bones. He couldn't take it any longer, he was spent.
"Is that all you have, babe?" She cooed, freeing his mouth.
"Yes." he nodded, gasping.
"Then I guess it's a good thing you had this!"
Audrey snapped her fingers and the weird strapon was handed to her. She wriggled back a little bit, but not enough to allow Sam any illusion of escaping.
"Close your eyes and open your mouth, sweet cheeks! I've got a surprise for you." she demanded.
Sam did as he was asked and felt something enter his mouth and then wrapped around his head. It felt like a gag, but when he opened his eyes he realised what the device was really for. It was some sort of face-strapon. His eyes crossed to look at the tip of the cock hanging idly a few inches above his face.
This was humiliating. He closed his eyes, he didn't want to see anyone looking at him. He waited for the laughter and jeers. But nothing happened. He opened his eyes just in time to see Audrey frown as she bent down to whisper something in his ear.
"Don't let them know you're embarrassed. They'll feed on it. Just keep in mind that this is a sex club that specialises in hardcore fetishes. Every single person in this room has been in much worse situations than this, believe me, I've seen it. So just remember this piece of advice: zero hang-ups equals zero weaknesses."
Her countenance resumed its playful state as she sat back onto his chest. She reached behind her and grabbed his caged dick.
"At least you have one useful cock now!"
Sam started to blush again when he heard laughter from around the table but managed to compose himself this time. He was going to get through this, one way or the other. After all they had been looking at him wearing a French maid outfit, with a lace bra and G-string and a face full of make-up.
He couldn't take any of that back, so how could it get any worse than this? Still holding the cage, Audrey turned back and ran one set of long coloured nails down his chest, leaving a trail of red, raw skin down his torso. Sam tried to buck, but the restraints and Audrey's weight stopped him from achieving much.
"Ok boy, I'm ready!"
Without another word, Audrey raised her body and lowered it gracefully onto the dildo. Sam watched with open eyes as her pussy slowly parted to receive the large member. Her lips slid over the smooth surface with ease, reaching the base on her first attempt. Sam breathed in a bouquet of natural aphrodisiacs. Her glistening clit, wet with his saliva hovered above his eyes, just out of reach as she began to pick up a rhythm.
Her eyes were closed in bliss but occasionally she looked down at him indifferently. He was her object, her property. Her fingers ran through his hair, groping a lock just like before, and using it to stabilise herself. The laughter and murmurs had died down. Everyone was watching Audrey's mesmerising form gliding up and down above Sam's face. Even from the angle he was on, there was something special, almost angelic about the way Audrey's body moved.
Her other hand had released his cock and began stroking her body. Her fingers moved across her chest to her ribs, then along her legs and up her back before doing the same to Sam's body. The air soon turned crisp and fresh. At the first touch of Audrey's fingertips Sam felt a shiver run through his body. His body jolted. He looked up at Audrey who opened her eyes slowly and gave him the same indifferent look, beautiful and composed.
Her toned muscles tensed and relaxed as she began to roll her hips faster and faster on his face. The vibrations from her actions continued down to the portion in Sam's mouth. He rolled his tongue of the phallic surface realising what it represented, but he didn't care. Her strong thighs tightened as she continued, faster.
Her breaths became shorter, sharper. A low moan escaped her lips. She placed one hand on his chest as the other held his hair firm. She pressed down and stabilised herself. Another sharp moan as her body fucked itself on Sam's face. Sam continued to watch, his cock aching to be released. He rocked his head back and forth. Audrey moaned harder. Sam could see her face tensing. Tensing in anticipation.
"Fuuuccckkkk," She moaned, low and guttural.
The sweat glistened on her legs as she began to approach climax.
"Fffuuuuucccckkkkkkk," She cried, louder each time.
She placed her hand around Sam's neck.
"Fffffuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkk!" She screamed.
Sam's vision blurred as her perspiration dripped onto his face.
"FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!" She shrieked as an earth shattering orgasm rocked her body, squeezing Sam's neck harder.
Sam's vision reduced to a euphoric blur of colours before Audrey's body relaxed and she let go of him. She planted her hands on the table above Sam's head and sat there panting as his vision started to return. As he came to he saw someone above him sit down in the chair at the end of the table. It was the director's seat.
Sam realised he still had no idea who he was and tried to crane his neck to see. Smack! Sam felt a slap against his face. He looked up to see Audrey still hovering above him smiling childishly, her long hair draping down and creating a tunnel between their faces.
"I hope you don't think you're off the hook yet!" She giggled.
Audrey looked at Katy who called for someone under the table. Sam felt the weight of someone climb onto the table before he heard a jingle of keys. He jumped when he felt someone touch his cage. After a short rattle, he felt his cock get released. It was an amazing feeling. His cock expanded immediately, able to breath in fresh air for the first time in over 24 hours.
Sam thought back to the struggles he had had with it on, such as having to sit down to pee, like a girl. He shuddered. Audrey stroked his face and began grinding slowly again when he realised he was already erect. Throbbing and full of blood, he wanted to fuck. His hips began to undulate, wishing there was some sort of friction to move against, but it was useless, he was fucking thin air. His body relaxed, frustrated. He had almost given up when he felt something familiar.
A pair of wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock and remained there for a few moments. Sam tried to let out a deep breath, but it came out as a muffled groan. He thought about Marina. Being involved with a floormaster was unavoidable here, it was mutually accepted and something they had first experienced together.
But a sexual act with just another person seemed like cheating. He knew what Audrey meant when she said 'no sexual hang-ups equals no weaknesses', but this wasn't so much of a hang-up as it was something he hadn't discussed with his partner yet. What would she say if she saw him right now?
He went to speak, to ask for some time to think about it, but the mystery lips slowly made their way down over the ridge and down his shaft. At first he tried to squirm out of the way and found he was completely helpless. But instead of increasing his panic, it actually calmed his nerves. When Sam was in a difficult spot one, there was always one piece of logic he used to clear away his anxiety:
You can only do the best that you can do.
His body relaxed. There was nothing he could do to avoid this, so why not enjoy it? The lips went back up to the tip and a tongue swirled around the head. A shiver ran up Sam's spine and his body jolted accordingly. Sam's face lurched upward into Audrey who groaned with delight as his violent movements brought her closer to her second orgasm. Another thought entered Sam's mind: Was it a guy or a girl?
If he enjoyed it, did it make him gay? Before he could panic he used the same line of reasoning. If he couldn't do anything to avoid the situation, it wasn't his fault right? And it did feel good... Sam suddenly understood the attraction of sexual objectification: he didn't have a choice. In many respects this was scary, but also one of the only times Sam had ever been able to 'go with the flow'.
A lack of choice means a lack of consequence.
Sam smiled. He understood. The lips got to work. Whoever they belonged to, they were an expert. Sam had never received a blowjob like this before. It was amazing- or was it just from being locked up for such a long time? Who cares? He decided. He was in bliss. Audrey continued to fuck her (and Sam's) brains out.
Sam watched as her pussy became a blur of erotic movement. He loved both the way her lips slid over the dildo and his motionless contribution to her pleasure. The lips on his cock was joined by a hand which pumped his shaft while the tongue stimulated the sensitive area below the head. Sam's body jolted and heaved, unable to deal with the overload of erogenous feeling. He was on another plane, he was in nirvana.
The lips kissed their way down to his balls, where they licked and massaged while the hand continued to jack him off. Audrey's face was contorting as her movements became more aggressive. Her whole body was dripping with sweat by now, as she approached her second orgasm. Sam watched her strong body quicken to impossible speeds.
Sam's dress felt like it was in tatters. Sam started to approach his own orgasm as the hand quickened as well. He was close to cumming. He could feel it. Audrey screamed. Sam groaned. The unknown person moaned. And then it all stopped.
Audrey's pussy was practically dripping with cum and sweat as she removed herself from Sam's face. The hand had stopped just short of Sam ejaculating resulting in pangs of frustrated pain as his cock tensed and relaxed in confusion. Still dazed, Sam blinked a few times and attempted to raise his head to see who the mystery person was. He caught a glimpse of her just before Audrey pushed him back down by the throat. His head hit the table, hard. But Sam had seen who it was and boy, was he surprised. Audrey removed the strapon and Sam looked back at her.
Marina was smiling back at him, lovingly and lustfully. He wanted to talk to her but it wasn't long before Audrey sat back on Sam's face, her soaking wet cunt on his lips. But Audrey was facing Marina now. As Sam got back to work, bringing Audrey to orgasm again, he felt the lips line up against his cock, or thought he did. A moment later he realised he was at least 4 inches deep in Marina.
Marina bounced up and down a few times before Audrey spread Marina's lips and pushed her down another 2 inches. Marina moaned loudly. After all of the oral pleasure she had given out she needed something in return. She had tried playing with herself under the table, but it didn't come close to quenching her insatiable appetite. She needed more. She needed cock. Sam's cock to be precise.
She slid down the familiar, perfect member and squeezed her breasts. She had already started to cum. Marina closed her eyes and felt Audrey's hand start to caress her body. Marina grabbed it and placed it at her clit. She started grinding. Audrey moved forward and left her asshole waiting for Sam's tongue. He swirled his tongue around the sphincter as she pleasured his girlfriend.
Her body rocked back and forth as Sam stimulated her asshole. Marina placed a hand on Sam's torso and another on his legs. There was no more time to mess around. She started to really fuck. She crashed her body backwards and forwards, not up and down like an amateur. Each time she did, she felt Sam's enormous cock slam into her spot. Again and again she felt it, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Audrey stood up and walked over to Marina. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled Marina's face to her cunt. Marina knew what to do from her training and started licking in a rapid 'O' shape. Audrey pulled back and slapped Marina on the face. Marina looked back at her, daring and unflinching. Audrey tried to smile, but it faltered. She stepped away. Marina looked down at Sam, still wearing his dress and stockings.
She bent over and hovered her face above his. She smiled when she saw his makeup. They stared at each other before Marina kissed him passionately. She ripped his dress open from the hem and felt his chest. She had missed him so much. Her hand holding his legs down finally let go and Sam was able to contribute. He started to thrust in time with Marina.
Her hands ruffled his hair. He kissed her neck. She bit his lip. Her hands ran down his strong wiry arms and lats. She started to moan. Sam thrust harder. He was so close. She scratched his chest. Sam grunted. He was cumming.
Marina started to scream, her body was on fire. She wrapped her soft wet lips over his as they came in unison. Marina's body collapsed on Sam's as he shot load after load inside of her. The guests watched in awe as steam rose from the 2 lovers in the chilly air. Sam looked at Marina.
"I love you," he smiled.
"I love you too, Sam."
They lay there panting for what seemed like forever.
-Sam and Marina get invited by their highschool friend, Catherine, to an exotic sex club
-They pass the initiation test with the help of a red headed waitress named Audrey
-Sam can't help openly bragging about the Ten Club to anyone that will listen
-Trixie, a dominatrix from the Ten Club publicly dominates Sam and Marina as punishment for blabbing about their secretive club
-The pair go to a mandatory training night to get a crash course in BDSM that would end in an elaborate feast
-Sam got hypnotised by Katy and forced to crossdress and masturbate anally in front of her
-Marina was stripped naked and led by collar and leash to a room where Seamus and Melissa tortured and had there way with other slaves in training
*****
Chapter 7: The Floor Masters' Meeting
It took Sam a few moments for his eyes to adjust. His surroundings were nothing more than a series of red, brown and cream shapes as he was thrust through the doors and into the centre of the room. Soft, rich orchestral music played as his vision sharpened and he slowly realised he was in some kind of empty banquet hall. The first thing that Sam noticed about the room was the sheer decadence of it.
The hall had a high ceiling that was completely mirrored, making it seem even higher. The Chairs resembled Katy's throne: grand and intimidating, although far less ornate. The chairs belonged to an extremely long table, akin to something you might see at Oktoberfest. A silken, white, perforated table cloth lay over a blackened, glass top. It was not as reflective as a mirror, but good enough to easily make out the details. As Sam walked past, he focused on the reflection of the ceiling through the surface and instantly saw a thousand echoes of the room, giving him a brief stint of vertigo.
On one wall hung an enormous red velvet tapestry with some latin phrases woven masterfully into it. Sam guessed the materials needed to create such an artwork were well into the thousands. A variety of artwork littered the rest of the walls. The paintings and statues were diverse in era and origin, but all seemed to share a central theme, one which Sam couldn't put his finger on initially. He gazed from painting to painting trying to discern what linked all of these scenes together.
Most revolved around some sort of erotic situation, but many displayed acts of gluttony, pride and slothfulness. There were multiple paintings of Roman feasts, a bronze statue of a man eating grapes while spilling wine, depictions of Ancient Japanese orgies, a painting of an Islamic opium house among others.
The most interesting thing about them, Sam thought, was that despite many of the subjects historically being considered sinful, they weren't being depicted negatively. There was no judgement from the painter on the subject, purely indifferent observation, or perhaps celebration. Many of the sex-focused scenes weren't something that you would get an erection over, but described something special, something inherently human.
Sam had almost grasped the meaning of the collection when Katy spoke a secret word and his mind went blank. Suddenly his eyes were glazed and his expression stupid. Katy ordered him to sit at the closest table and unzip the bag he had been carrying for her. He removed a mirror and a diverse array of make-up.
"Now doll yourself up Samantha, while I get some of the others," she said with a smile.
By the time Katy returned with her other slaves, Sam would have easily passed for a girl save for his Adam's apple and broad shoulders. He did, however, get bonus points for having naturally curvy hips and an above average butt. Katy had contemplated getting him a wig, but decided that he suited the short haired, androgynous look instead.
"Oooh Samantha, you look gorgeous!" Katy cooed. "Now why don't you get into your position?"
Sam walked zombie-like to his designated spot, behind a chair where he would stand through the course of the night, or until he was told otherwise. He knew this, but did not know why he knew this. His back was straight and his butt was pushed out, as Katy had instructed him throughout the hypnotic track. One by one Katy put her small group of servants under a spell via their individual triggers. At the very back of Sam's mind, a sliver of consciousness remained watching, recording.
A brunette girl walks in. Katy whispers 'Pillow'. The girl submits. Katy returns with a slim blonde male. Katy whispers 'Bowl'. The man submits. Katy returns with a blonde. 'Kettle'. Another male. 'Football'. Another female. 'Candle.' Now all the servants are standing at attention. A food trolley rolls in. Large silver saucers with semi spherical lids are given to each servant. The trolley get pushed out of the room. Katy stands at the end of the table. She speaks each release word. 'Fox, turtle, mare, hare, albatross, f-'
Sam suddenly came to. He looked around, startled and confused. Fuck, he hated that feeling. He was more than submissive, he was malleable. He looked down and noticed he was holding a silver platter with a lid. Or did he already know that? Engraved in the lid were a few simple, words in an elegant, cursive font. 'Don't open.' Sam moved the platter up and down. It wasn't that heavy. He looked at a large clock above the door and read the time. The dinner wasn't for another hour. He let out a deep sigh when a sudden movement caught his eye.
He looked down at the table. Had something been there a second ago? Had someone poked their head out from under there? Was he going crazy?
"Samantha!" a stern voice called.
Sam looked up at Katy.
"Are you going to be a good girl, or do I have to make you be a good girl?" She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"No, I'll be good."' He replied in his unusually high voice.
"Good, because I don't want to have to leave you triggered for the rest of the night. I want you to enjoy what I'm going to make you do."
Sam gulped. It was going to be a very long night.
Prior to the dinner, Marina and half a dozen fellow servants had been led through a series of halls and staircases to what seemed like an empty storage room. Once everyone was inside Seamus reached above the door frame and flicked a switch that released a rope from the centre of the ceiling. Seamus closed the door before pulling on the rope, revealing an extendable secret staircase.
Melissa shushed them before leading the small group up the stairs. At the top, Marina found herself in a small, dimly lit space. Calming, ambient, orchestral music was playing, although from where they were, it seemed slightly muffled. Once her eyes adjusted she noticed she was surrounded by chairs and realised she was under an enormous table. It must be... 20 metres long she thought in disbelief. Melissa clicked her fingers once and all of them quickly turned their attention to her.
"Find the 'X' with your name on it and sit there. That is your spot for tonight, your duty," she whispered to them before disappearing back down the stairs.
Marina scampered around with the others until she found her name. There was a general feeling of confusion when Melissa left. It was the first time their actions had not been dictated by either Melissa or Seamus in the last 2 days. She couldn't quite explain the feeling except that it was similar to being lost. It was almost like having an existential crisis. They almost longed for the control now. It was so much easier. A lack of choice makes for a lack of consequence.
Marina snapped out of it. 'Stockholm Syndrome' she told herself with a smile. She adjusted herself to free a leg that had gone numb when she bumped heads with another servant. She looked up to see Lauren's big brown eyes staring back at her. Memories of the last two days flooded back to her and Marina blushed. Lauren smiled. They had had something, short and sweet. It wasn't really emotional in any particular way, but it had been fun and the scenario they were in had provided the perfect opportunity for a bit of role-play.
It hadn't taken much for Marina to find out that Lauren was just playing the part. Just one very cold night under Seamus and Melissa's bed. So cold they had to face each other to keep warm... They had formed a bond that night and Marina felt she had a friend in the club. Well apart from Catherine, but Marina hadn't even seen her around yet.
Marina wondered where Sam was. Would he be at the dinner tonight? She hoped so. Marina thought about the other servants. There was only 7 or 8 under the table, but there had been at least 20 in Seamus and Melissa's quarters the night before. After a few moments Marina connected the dots. She poked her head out from beneath the table and saw just what she expected before Lauren pulled her back.
"What the hell are you doing?" Lauren asked.
"I know what's going to happen to the others," Marina replied. "There's a large curtain on one of the walls, I bet there's a stage behind it. And why are you so scared? I thought you were the rebellious one?" Marina whispered, the last line coming out as a jeer.
"I am, but I can take the punishment and I like it. But you're a bit... you know... fragile," Lauren said with a smile.
Marina gasped, even though she knew Lauren was joking.
"Screw you!" Marina said, playfully and punched her on the arm lightly.
The two had gotten pretty close with each other. Luckily their designated positions were right next to each other, so they spent most of the next hour whispering gossip and general conversation with each other. Marina and Lauren had become the troublemakers in the group, everyone else wished they were a part of what they had. They were the cool kids.
None of the others even dared speak, in case someone was in the room listening. But there wasn't. Not at first anyway. After about an hour had passed the doors opened and two women walked in. From what Marina could see from under the table one was wearing leather studded boots and a leather body suit while the other was wearing stockings and short, black Mary-Jane shoes that peculiarly had locks at the heel, keeping them secured around the wearer.
The second pair of legs looked strangely familiar. Despite the second person being much taller, Marina could just make out the bottom of a French maid's outfit, so short you could see the top of her stockings. The first woman spoke the word 'umbrella' and the second pair of legs straightened and relaxed.
"Now doll yourself up, Samantha while I get some of the others." The girl, who Marina now realised was Katy, said.
Marina thought about Sam. Did this mean he would be here soon? She hoped so. The girl in the maid outfit pulled out the chair directly in front of Marina and Lauren. Marina held her breath. The girl sat in the chair and shuffled forward. Marina closed her eyes, expecting the girl legs to collide with her, but they didn't. She opened her eyes to see one stockinged, smooth knee a centimetre from her face. She let out a silent breath of relief and looked at Lauren who also looked like she was about to have a heart attack.
They smiled at each other in a silent relief. Marina looked back at the mystery legs and her jaw dropped. She realised two things at that moment. One was that this person was in fact a guy, evidenced by the fact that there was a flaccid, smooth, caged dick between his legs. The second thing she realised was why Marina and the other servants were under here. For the pleasure of the masters. Marina's mind was racing.
To complicate things further she thought she recognised those legs. She went to take a peak when she heard Katy walk back in and compliment this 'Samantha'. Once all 6 of Katy's servants were inside the room she spoke a seemingly random set of words. Marina couldn't take it anymore, she had to know. She made sure Katy was at a position of the room where she couldn't see and poked her head out to confirm her suspicions. Lauren watched as Marina pulled her head back under the table cloth with a look of shock on her face. Then Marina started giggling.
"What is it, Marina?" She whispered.
Marina turned back to her.
"That girl in the French maid outfit... that's my boyfriend!"
Sam watched as close to two dozen dominatrices, bartenders and what looked like office workers walked in, either by themselves or in groups and sat at the enormous table. The first thing that Sam realised was that they were all quite young and handsome. He knew the shallowness of the industry, but even the office workers looked more like young professionals and entrepreneurs full of confidence than the middle aged dumpy accountants he would have expected.
Sam saw a lot of familiar faces such as Audrey, Melissa, Seamus, Trixie, the bouncer from the second week and Katy. There were many others that he had never seen before, but was sure that he get to know in the coming weeks. A few of these characters stood out to him especially.
A tall, middle-eastern woman wearing a pirate outfit, a mature lady dressed meticulously proper and the most shredded gym junkie Sam had ever seen were among them. The gym-goer was not necessarily huge, but extremely toned. A person was seated at every available spot, except one. There was a seat at the head of the table which was larger and more elaborately decorated than the rest. Sam guessed this was the director's seat.
Throughout the night Sam would hear mutters of 'typical' or 'lazy' get thrown around when the director was brought up in conversation, but nobody dared say anything too explicit. Sam recognised two more people on the other side of the table, the two bartenders from the first night. Next to the bouncer was the black guy who Audrey had threatened him with, followed by a young, fit Latina in a long leather dress, the surfer looking bartender and then Audrey.
Sam's heart sunk when he made eye contact with Audrey. He knew she was going to make a scene and get everyone's attention before walking over and talking to him. She wouldn't have meant it in a mean way, but Sam was quite happy to stay in the shadows tonight. Her eyes widened and she went to get the surfer guy's attention when her body stiffened and she looked like she was trying to stifle a yawn. A moment later she had completely forgot about Sam and went on eating her food quietly with a look of concentration on her face.
What just happened? Was Sam off the hook? Audrey gave him little more than a side glance. Sam looked at the black guy who took a mouthful of beef before freezing and closing his eyes in pleasure. How good could this food possibly be? The Latina and the surfer were chatting and flirting when the surfer closed his eyes mid-sentence and gasped. The Latina laughed and touched his hand. And the conversation continued, albeit the surfer constantly looking like he needed to sneeze.
Further down the table Sam saw Trixie subtly change composure. Whatever it was she was handling it quite well compared to the others. The tall middle-eastern woman and the ripped guy were on the opposite end of the spectrum. They were being as explicit as possible, both were holding their chairs and rocking back and forth. But neither of them drew any attention from their neighbours. What the fuck is going on? Sam wondered when movement caught his eye.
Sam looked at Katy who was close by and displaying the same symptoms as the rest of them. Inconspicuously, he bent his knees and lowered himself (which was much harder to do in heels than he had anticipated) to see under the table cloth. A guy's head was buried between her legs as Katy ran her hand through his hair. Sam gasped, there were people under there. Sam suddenly realised that Katy had turned around and was looking directly at him. Sam froze. Katy raised her finger to her lips and silently shushed him. This place never ceased to amaze him.
Marina also heard whispers about the director, but it was difficult to hear from under the table, not to mention she was often hard at work. When the floormasters and the others were seated the rest of the servants under the table realised what Marina had known for over an hour, they were there to please. Two guys in slacks and vests seated themselves in front of Marina and Lauren. Between them was a curvy, petite tanned woman with soft, toned thighs, wearing a leather skirt and no underwear. Marina knew what was happening, but had no idea how to proceed.
A large black hand reached beneath the table and snapped its fingers in front of Lauren. She took a deep breath and unbuckled the guy's trousers and pulled them down to reveal an enormous, thick, cut, black cock. Laurens eye's practically bugged when she saw it. The hand caressed Lauren's cheek and beckoned her towards it. Lauren opened her mouth and just barely managed to wrap her lips around the bulbous head.
The hand rested against the back of her head started to move her up and down. Marina looked back at the person in front of her. What have I gotten myself into? She asked herself. She moved forward, and looked up to see she could almost make eye contact with the Latina next to him and moved back. She looked over at Lauren whose head was practically not even under the table anymore as she bobbed up and down, sputtering at the sheer size of the cock in her mouth.
Slowly, Marina unbuckled the belt in front of her before working the button and unzipping him. He slowly wriggled the slacks down so Marina had sufficient access to him. She pulled down the jock strap to reveal another monster sized cock. This one was completely smooth and soft though. Marina had never touched another cock besides Sam's before so this was going to be one small step for Marina and one giant leap for their relationship. She hoped Sam would be Ok with this.
She looked around before finding the bottle of lube Melissa had given her and took a healthy squeeze into her palm. Marina spread it out through her hands. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and gently started pumping her hand up and down. She heard the Latina laugh and the guy's body relax as she got into a rhythm. She had always worried that she sucked at foreplay and Sam was just too scared to tell her, but this was evidence that it wasn't the case. She was a pro.
She could hear them conversing and wondered if the girl he was flirting with knew that a girl was jacking him off under the table. Marina thought it was time to find out. Slowly she pulled down to reveal his raw throbbing cock. She slipped her finger under the ridge and just slightly slid her finger over the surface. She heard him audibly moan. The girl laughed again as Marina started to pull his dick faster and faster. She cupped his balls in her other hand as his body rocked violently.
He reached behind Marina's head and pulled her down, as he was about to cum. Marina closed her eyes wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She felt one of his hands start to finish the job while the another maintained it's vice-like grip around the back of her head as he came in her mouth. She felt wildly horny and wished Sam had been there to watch, hoping he liked it. When Marina pulled away she noticed that it wasn't his hands that was jacking him off and holding her head, but the Latina's. She pulled Marina's head back as she milked the last of his cum from his red cock and Marina swallowed again.
Marina's eyes were watery as she looked up at the girl with a puppy dog face. The girl had looked away by the time Marina's eyes focused. The girl led Marina to between her own legs. Marina continued to jack off the enormous smooth cock as the girl's hand ran through her hand. She heard the girl teasing the guy.
"Now it's my turn to use her."
Now they were 'sharing' her. Marina had never felt so sexualised in her life and she loved it. It made her blush.
Marina pulled back the short leather dress to reveal the prettiest clean-shaven pussy she had ever seen. She kissed the unknown girls thighs which elicited a shudder in her legs. Within minutes the Latina was demanding all of Marina's attention, who let go of the surfer's still hard cock. She heard a shuffle and looked up to see if the surfer was looking for her but was surprised to see a skinny blonde guy had resumed Marina's place between his legs.
Did the surfer know it was a guy now? Marina wondered. The surfer ran his hands through the boy's short hair and across his chest. If he didn't know it was a guy before then he knew now. 'Wow' was all Marina could think. 'This place never ceases to amaze me.'
Suddenly the music stopped. The main meal had just recently been served (for Marina as well) and now it was time to begin the entertainment. Marina had guessed 2 from 2 tonight. The heavy velvet lifted up to reveal a stage. Marina popped her head out from under the table to watch. Seamus and Melissa dragged two of Marina's fellow slaves out to orchestrate another game of waterfall.
One of them was Michelle, the girl that had been suspended and fucked and the other was the nerdy red head, back in her place at the bottom of the food chain. A smug smile formed in the corners of Marina's lips. 'Revenge is a dish best served wet, bitch,' she thought to herself. Marina had totally forgotten her duties under the table and continued to watch from below the table. To her surprise, Marina thoroughly enjoyed watching them squirm and cry out.
When someone dominates you in any aspect of life they have a hold on you, a sort of spell. But this, this is how those spells were broken. By getting someone even more dominant to make them submit. Marina felt that ancient, primal chemical begin to flow through her veins. Her eyes dilated as her hand moved down her body. Revenge is an aphrodisiac, animalistic and transmutative.
The first act of the show ended with the redhead squirting so hard it hit some of the guests in the face. Their response was to laugh and clap like idiots. But of course, they weren't. They were the ones who saw the meanings behind the diverse array of art in the hall. They were the ones who lived the truth. Once the countdown had reached zero, the pair of servants were released from the contraption and the pair were slung over Seamus' strong, wiry shoulders and carried off backstage.
What came next shocked Marina to her core. Two guys were led out. The one that had been strung high up in the tiled corner and the guy who was fastened to the wall. They were led to the same contraption before raising the bar so they could barely stand on their toes. Seamus held the wand in place while Melissa held their cocks on either side of it.
The two men squirmed desperately before the wand was even turned on, not daring to look each other in the eyes. As they writhed their oiled muscular legs rubbed against each other and their lubed cocks moved around almost touching. Marina looked up at the guests and noticed they were actually laughing. But it wasn't entertained laughter, no, their laughs were mirthful, baleful.
The guests laughed like they were superior, like they knew something about the men that they did not know themselves. And they were right. Marina looked at the paintings on the wall and understood. She thought back to a line from a song Sam often played: 'History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man...' Well this was not the folly of man, but the folly of men.
To these people there was no straight or gay, masculine or feminine, there was only dominance and submission. Those things were real, they were older than history. The guests were laughing at the two men because they didn't, and never would, understand. They joined the ten club to fuck girls, but this place was more than a sex club, it was a place where people came to learn a philosophy older than any religion.
Hedonism was more than a philosophy, more than human instinct, it was an animal instinct it was primal. Marina revelled in her epiphany as the crowd jeered and cheered at the acts onstage. Both guys came much quicker than the girls, despite the fact that a clit is much more sensitive than the head of there members.
When they were finished they were slung over Seamus's shoulders and carried offstage. They were actually perfectly able to walk, but this was much more emasculating, and it proved that Seamus was the Alpha up there.
Two girls were brought out and told to lay on their backs and share a double dildo, after this a guy and a girl got on their hands and knees and got fucked by machines, seeing who could cum first. The guy won easily, and pumped his fist in the air. Despite being completely naked, he displayed a natural confidence that elicited cheers and claps from the crowds. This was the type of person they wanted in their club.
Marina looked at the fucking machines. She didn't think that she or Sam would ever become a floor master. Unlike the guy onstage, they had way too many hang-ups. But they would see which ones they could let slip with the enticement of money. Suddenly Marina felt a hand stroke her back. She turned her head to see it was one of the guests. She got back to work.
The guests had finished their meals and the show had ceased. And now they were getting bored. The under the table oral was getting less 'under the table' and closer to blatant exhibitionism. The black bartender whose name Marina had overheard being referred to as Andre, and the tall Arabic woman had both gotten a girl from under the table and laid them across the table to return the favour. The Andre had pulled up a tall black girl who, when laid out almost reached the other side.
The guest opposite to him had begun to fondle her breasts and make out with her. And now to Sam's horror guests had started beckoning the maids to the table as well who walked over reluctantly. At first Sam thought he was in the clear, simply being a crossdresser. But after seeing the show had gone and noticing that the servants under the table were far from being all women, he realised nothing was off-limits.
He looked around and his eyes happened to meet Audrey's. Sam's heart sank again. Her eyes widened like someone who just remembered a great joke and needed to say it. She beckoned to Sam excitedly, but Sam looked away. Without hesitation, she got out of her chair and started to make her away around the table. Sam was a very loud and confident individual in small groups, but in large ones like this he was very awkward and conscious. Audrey walked over and pinched him on the ass playfully before projecting her kind but annoying, exaggerated laugh throughout the room.
"What have you got there for me?" She giggled.
Sam looked down at the platter, he had completely forgotten about it. Audrey lifted the lid slowly to reveal a strapon. Well sort of. It was a slim, long, black double dildo attached to a latex band about three quarters of the way down the base. Judging by the shape, it was definitely not meant for use on someone's pelvis. Next to it were some simple nylon bondage straps. Audrey giggled again and raised her eyebrows before turning around to the guests and asking for their attention. Sam's stomach leaped into his throat. This couldn't get any worse.
"Attention! Attention! I'd like to make an announcement!" She yelled out as the crowd settled down.
All eyes were on Audrey and Sam. Sam wanted to sink into the ground and never come back out.
"When this fella walked in on initiation day I immediately thought one thing: he will never be able to make it at the 10 Club. His girlfriend maybe, but definitely not him... However here he is, looking quite beautiful too."
The crowd laughed and Sam tried to slink back to the wall only to feel Audrey's hand slap on his back and push him forward. He curtsied as a joke. The crowd laughed again making him blush a deep shade of red.
"So I thought we could celebrate. Can everyone clear the table?"
The guests organised their dishes and the remaining maids collected them and hurriedly took them to the kitchen, thankful to briefly get out of any further torment. Audrey led Sam over to the table, stumbling around on his heels before she pushed him forward. He landed on his back in the middle of the table. His dress went up and he quickly shoved it back down, but not before he was sure he had exposed himself to at least 5 or 6 laughing guests.
Sam scrambled to his feet just as Audrey jumped onto the table. She caught him by the neck and dragged him to the middle. She grabbed the nylon straps and bound his wrists together, attaching it to a protruding loop in the table. He started to kick his legs, but he felt guests from either side of the table restrain them. In a few quick motions Audrey was wearing nothing save a leather corset and 3 inch leather boots.
Sam started to thrash around when he saw Katy lean over to him. She whispered a few words in his ear.
"Don't forget I own your mind, cupcake. One word and you won't even know what you will be doing."
Sam immediately stopped thrashing. If he continued, he knew what she would say, and if he was going to be involved in some bizarre sex act in front of a small crowd, he wanted to have some control over his actions. Audrey stood directly above him, with a boot planted on either side of his head. Slowly, she started to lower herself towards Sam's face, but once she got halfway down she dropped into a sitting position on his chest.
Sam let out a large breath of air as he got winded by Audrey's ass. The guests laughed a little, although many seemed to have lost interest in them already. Audrey lowered her head to Sam's. She hovered an inch from his face, giggling, when she closed her eyes and moved her lips closer. Sam closed his eyes as well and waited for a kiss- but felt her wet tongue drag across his face. He opened one eye and looked up at her.
"You're ours now," she whispered.
Sam opened his mouth to protest but got a face full of Audrey's pussy instead. Sam raised his hands to move her but she pinned them down with her legs.
"I was a stripper for 5 years, Sam," he heard laugh. "I could break an elephant's neck with these legs. You're not going anywhere!"
He knew what she wanted. He opened his mouth and started to lick.
"Oooohhhhh I think he's getting the idea!" She exclaimed as she gave him room to breathe.
Sam desperately gulped in air as Audrey looked down at him.
"Like I said, you're ours!"
"You're cra-" was all Sam could get out before Audrey lowered herself back onto him. It wasn't long before Sam's lips were covered by Audrey's. She rocked her hips back and forth as she raised her face to the ceiling.
"Oh god I needed this!" She yelled as she used his mouth as her personal sex toy.
Sam's tongue stimulated her clit. His face was wet with cum and saliva as she continued to pleasure herself. Sam's jaw started to ache but she continued to tease herself, keeping very much in control. Her fingers ran through his hair and grabbed a lock of it. She pulled his head from side to side as she rocked her body in the opposite direction.
She told him to stick his tongue out to pleasure her pussy. She returned to grinding against his face. But Sam couldn't take it anymore, he closed his mouth. A sharp stinging had replaced the ache in his muscles and bones. He couldn't take it any longer, he was spent.
"Is that all you have, babe?" She cooed, freeing his mouth.
"Yes." he nodded, gasping.
"Then I guess it's a good thing you had this!"
Audrey snapped her fingers and the weird strapon was handed to her. She wriggled back a little bit, but not enough to allow Sam any illusion of escaping.
"Close your eyes and open your mouth, sweet cheeks! I've got a surprise for you." she demanded.
Sam did as he was asked and felt something enter his mouth and then wrapped around his head. It felt like a gag, but when he opened his eyes he realised what the device was really for. It was some sort of face-strapon. His eyes crossed to look at the tip of the cock hanging idly a few inches above his face.
This was humiliating. He closed his eyes, he didn't want to see anyone looking at him. He waited for the laughter and jeers. But nothing happened. He opened his eyes just in time to see Audrey frown as she bent down to whisper something in his ear.
"Don't let them know you're embarrassed. They'll feed on it. Just keep in mind that this is a sex club that specialises in hardcore fetishes. Every single person in this room has been in much worse situations than this, believe me, I've seen it. So just remember this piece of advice: zero hang-ups equals zero weaknesses."
Her countenance resumed its playful state as she sat back onto his chest. She reached behind her and grabbed his caged dick.
"At least you have one useful cock now!"
Sam started to blush again when he heard laughter from around the table but managed to compose himself this time. He was going to get through this, one way or the other. After all they had been looking at him wearing a French maid outfit, with a lace bra and G-string and a face full of make-up.
He couldn't take any of that back, so how could it get any worse than this? Still holding the cage, Audrey turned back and ran one set of long coloured nails down his chest, leaving a trail of red, raw skin down his torso. Sam tried to buck, but the restraints and Audrey's weight stopped him from achieving much.
"Ok boy, I'm ready!"
Without another word, Audrey raised her body and lowered it gracefully onto the dildo. Sam watched with open eyes as her pussy slowly parted to receive the large member. Her lips slid over the smooth surface with ease, reaching the base on her first attempt. Sam breathed in a bouquet of natural aphrodisiacs. Her glistening clit, wet with his saliva hovered above his eyes, just out of reach as she began to pick up a rhythm.
Her eyes were closed in bliss but occasionally she looked down at him indifferently. He was her object, her property. Her fingers ran through his hair, groping a lock just like before, and using it to stabilise herself. The laughter and murmurs had died down. Everyone was watching Audrey's mesmerising form gliding up and down above Sam's face. Even from the angle he was on, there was something special, almost angelic about the way Audrey's body moved.
Her other hand had released his cock and began stroking her body. Her fingers moved across her chest to her ribs, then along her legs and up her back before doing the same to Sam's body. The air soon turned crisp and fresh. At the first touch of Audrey's fingertips Sam felt a shiver run through his body. His body jolted. He looked up at Audrey who opened her eyes slowly and gave him the same indifferent look, beautiful and composed.
Her toned muscles tensed and relaxed as she began to roll her hips faster and faster on his face. The vibrations from her actions continued down to the portion in Sam's mouth. He rolled his tongue of the phallic surface realising what it represented, but he didn't care. Her strong thighs tightened as she continued, faster.
Her breaths became shorter, sharper. A low moan escaped her lips. She placed one hand on his chest as the other held his hair firm. She pressed down and stabilised herself. Another sharp moan as her body fucked itself on Sam's face. Sam continued to watch, his cock aching to be released. He rocked his head back and forth. Audrey moaned harder. Sam could see her face tensing. Tensing in anticipation.
"Fuuuccckkkk," She moaned, low and guttural.
The sweat glistened on her legs as she began to approach climax.
"Fffuuuuucccckkkkkkk," She cried, louder each time.
She placed her hand around Sam's neck.
"Fffffuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkk!" She screamed.
Sam's vision blurred as her perspiration dripped onto his face.
"FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!" She shrieked as an earth shattering orgasm rocked her body, squeezing Sam's neck harder.
Sam's vision reduced to a euphoric blur of colours before Audrey's body relaxed and she let go of him. She planted her hands on the table above Sam's head and sat there panting as his vision started to return. As he came to he saw someone above him sit down in the chair at the end of the table. It was the director's seat.
Sam realised he still had no idea who he was and tried to crane his neck to see. Smack! Sam felt a slap against his face. He looked up to see Audrey still hovering above him smiling childishly, her long hair draping down and creating a tunnel between their faces.
"I hope you don't think you're off the hook yet!" She giggled.
Audrey looked at Katy who called for someone under the table. Sam felt the weight of someone climb onto the table before he heard a jingle of keys. He jumped when he felt someone touch his cage. After a short rattle, he felt his cock get released. It was an amazing feeling. His cock expanded immediately, able to breath in fresh air for the first time in over 24 hours.
Sam thought back to the struggles he had had with it on, such as having to sit down to pee, like a girl. He shuddered. Audrey stroked his face and began grinding slowly again when he realised he was already erect. Throbbing and full of blood, he wanted to fuck. His hips began to undulate, wishing there was some sort of friction to move against, but it was useless, he was fucking thin air. His body relaxed, frustrated. He had almost given up when he felt something familiar.
A pair of wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock and remained there for a few moments. Sam tried to let out a deep breath, but it came out as a muffled groan. He thought about Marina. Being involved with a floormaster was unavoidable here, it was mutually accepted and something they had first experienced together.
But a sexual act with just another person seemed like cheating. He knew what Audrey meant when she said 'no sexual hang-ups equals no weaknesses', but this wasn't so much of a hang-up as it was something he hadn't discussed with his partner yet. What would she say if she saw him right now?
He went to speak, to ask for some time to think about it, but the mystery lips slowly made their way down over the ridge and down his shaft. At first he tried to squirm out of the way and found he was completely helpless. But instead of increasing his panic, it actually calmed his nerves. When Sam was in a difficult spot one, there was always one piece of logic he used to clear away his anxiety:
You can only do the best that you can do.
His body relaxed. There was nothing he could do to avoid this, so why not enjoy it? The lips went back up to the tip and a tongue swirled around the head. A shiver ran up Sam's spine and his body jolted accordingly. Sam's face lurched upward into Audrey who groaned with delight as his violent movements brought her closer to her second orgasm. Another thought entered Sam's mind: Was it a guy or a girl?
If he enjoyed it, did it make him gay? Before he could panic he used the same line of reasoning. If he couldn't do anything to avoid the situation, it wasn't his fault right? And it did feel good... Sam suddenly understood the attraction of sexual objectification: he didn't have a choice. In many respects this was scary, but also one of the only times Sam had ever been able to 'go with the flow'.
A lack of choice means a lack of consequence.
Sam smiled. He understood. The lips got to work. Whoever they belonged to, they were an expert. Sam had never received a blowjob like this before. It was amazing- or was it just from being locked up for such a long time? Who cares? He decided. He was in bliss. Audrey continued to fuck her (and Sam's) brains out.
Sam watched as her pussy became a blur of erotic movement. He loved both the way her lips slid over the dildo and his motionless contribution to her pleasure. The lips on his cock was joined by a hand which pumped his shaft while the tongue stimulated the sensitive area below the head. Sam's body jolted and heaved, unable to deal with the overload of erogenous feeling. He was on another plane, he was in nirvana.
The lips kissed their way down to his balls, where they licked and massaged while the hand continued to jack him off. Audrey's face was contorting as her movements became more aggressive. Her whole body was dripping with sweat by now, as she approached her second orgasm. Sam watched her strong body quicken to impossible speeds.
Sam's dress felt like it was in tatters. Sam started to approach his own orgasm as the hand quickened as well. He was close to cumming. He could feel it. Audrey screamed. Sam groaned. The unknown person moaned. And then it all stopped.
Audrey's pussy was practically dripping with cum and sweat as she removed herself from Sam's face. The hand had stopped just short of Sam ejaculating resulting in pangs of frustrated pain as his cock tensed and relaxed in confusion. Still dazed, Sam blinked a few times and attempted to raise his head to see who the mystery person was. He caught a glimpse of her just before Audrey pushed him back down by the throat. His head hit the table, hard. But Sam had seen who it was and boy, was he surprised. Audrey removed the strapon and Sam looked back at her.
Marina was smiling back at him, lovingly and lustfully. He wanted to talk to her but it wasn't long before Audrey sat back on Sam's face, her soaking wet cunt on his lips. But Audrey was facing Marina now. As Sam got back to work, bringing Audrey to orgasm again, he felt the lips line up against his cock, or thought he did. A moment later he realised he was at least 4 inches deep in Marina.
Marina bounced up and down a few times before Audrey spread Marina's lips and pushed her down another 2 inches. Marina moaned loudly. After all of the oral pleasure she had given out she needed something in return. She had tried playing with herself under the table, but it didn't come close to quenching her insatiable appetite. She needed more. She needed cock. Sam's cock to be precise.
She slid down the familiar, perfect member and squeezed her breasts. She had already started to cum. Marina closed her eyes and felt Audrey's hand start to caress her body. Marina grabbed it and placed it at her clit. She started grinding. Audrey moved forward and left her asshole waiting for Sam's tongue. He swirled his tongue around the sphincter as she pleasured his girlfriend.
Her body rocked back and forth as Sam stimulated her asshole. Marina placed a hand on Sam's torso and another on his legs. There was no more time to mess around. She started to really fuck. She crashed her body backwards and forwards, not up and down like an amateur. Each time she did, she felt Sam's enormous cock slam into her spot. Again and again she felt it, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Audrey stood up and walked over to Marina. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled Marina's face to her cunt. Marina knew what to do from her training and started licking in a rapid 'O' shape. Audrey pulled back and slapped Marina on the face. Marina looked back at her, daring and unflinching. Audrey tried to smile, but it faltered. She stepped away. Marina looked down at Sam, still wearing his dress and stockings.
She bent over and hovered her face above his. She smiled when she saw his makeup. They stared at each other before Marina kissed him passionately. She ripped his dress open from the hem and felt his chest. She had missed him so much. Her hand holding his legs down finally let go and Sam was able to contribute. He started to thrust in time with Marina.
Her hands ruffled his hair. He kissed her neck. She bit his lip. Her hands ran down his strong wiry arms and lats. She started to moan. Sam thrust harder. He was so close. She scratched his chest. Sam grunted. He was cumming.
Marina started to scream, her body was on fire. She wrapped her soft wet lips over his as they came in unison. Marina's body collapsed on Sam's as he shot load after load inside of her. The guests watched in awe as steam rose from the 2 lovers in the chilly air. Sam looked at Marina.
"I love you," he smiled.
"I love you too, Sam."
They lay there panting for what seemed like forever.