Chapter 50

New Year party at the club.

Beginning of December I had received a nice black envelope with, on one side, in silver, the profile outline of a fully stretched, naked female body with my name also written in silver ink. When I opened it, it contained a black folded card with a photo I recognized immediately as one of my own on one side on the front. It was a photo of Linda I had taken in the club when she was suspended naked from the ceiling, using lighting from just one side giving dramatic shadows on parts of her body, underneath it read INVITATION.

When I opened the card it was an invitation to attend the year-end New Year’s party on the 31^st of December at the club. It also contained a small handwritten letter from Tanja asking me if I would be willing to co-host the party with her and if I would as usual take the photos. There were specific instructions on whom I could photograph. Any woman or man wearing a red collar was strictly off-limits unless at the moment they themselves or their Master or Mistress specifically requested me to take their picture.

This was a very understandable request as a number of the people that I expected to attend this party were high-ranking officials, directors, or even CEOs of major companies, who might potentially turn up not accompanied by their spouse but by their sub or sometimes even in some cases their Mistress. Discretion was of the utmost importance. For specific requests on the spot or for later, I could ask for a fee though I would, of course, have to transfer 25% to the club’s account.

So Tanja had planned my evening for me. It’s a good thing I didn’t have any family left who could request my presence during these festive days. I was free as a bird. I hoped she could give me some advice on what to wear to make sure I was coordinated with her. I had seen her in various outfits on previous occasions but this was special, their first big party after the inauguration earlier this year, so I called her.

“Hey Tanja, thanks for the invite to the New Year’s party, and of course, I’ll be your co-host, but I’ve got a problem, what shall I wear? Do I put on a tux or do I need to find something kinkier; maybe you can tell me what you’re going to be wearing?”

“Wow, Lew, have you looked at what Doms in the porn industry wear?”

“Yes, they usually wear black shirts or T-shirts and pants, is that what you want me to wear?

“Black definitely, but not just a plain shirt and pants, I’m thinking of wearing a black leather minidress, laced-up at the back, and long black mid-thigh boots with 6-inch heels. How about you get an elegant black Wet look shirt and a pair of black lambskin leather pants, I think that would go nicely with my outfit.”

“OK, and where can I get this type of clothing?”

“You know what, I’m a regular at a specialty shop where I was thinking of buying my outfit. Why don’t we go together then you’ll get the regular customer discount.”

“Sounds good, it’s been a long time since I went last shopping with a woman, and it will take a lot of my stress away, when can we go?”

“Mondays are your free days aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“How about next Monday then; would that suit you?”

“Let me check my calendar ... yes that’s fine, what time?”

“How about we have lunch together and then go afterward?”

“Sounds even better, maybe you could model a few outfits for me?”

“You want a show?”

“You know me too well.”

“OK but then lunch is on you.”

“Deal! Shall I pick you up?”

“I’ll be in the club in the morning so we can leave from there around noon.”

“OK, see you Monday then.”

That Monday, Tanja rang my doorbell precisely at noon, and to surprise her, I was waiting downstairs behind the door so she was a bit startled when I opened it immediately.

“That was quick, did you jump down the stairs?”

“No, when I’m in my apartment and I shout ‘beam me down Scotty’ I’m immediately at the door.”

“So you’re a Trekky, like me?”

“Yes I’m a big fan of the series, I’ve got all the DVDs and I watch them regularly.”

“Another thing we have in common then?”

“Yes, we do.”

I led Tanja to my car and very gentlemanlike opened the passenger door for her to get in. “Now tell me where are we going?”

“Just start down Main Street and I’ll tell you where to turn along the way. It’s about a half-hour drive from here to a nice place I know for lunch and the shop itself is right around the corner.”

“Excellent!”

Indeed half an hour later we arrived at the restaurant Tanja had chosen for lunch, it was a nice homely place and the food was excellent, nothing fancy just plain wholesome home cooking. No menus available, you ate what the cook prepared that day. When we had finished lunch we left the car where it was and walked to the specialty clothing/sex shop. Tanja was welcomed by the lady who ran it, like an old friend, which I guess she was. Introductions were made and I learned her name was Fiona, and she welcomed me the same way she had Tanja by giving me a bearhug, pressing her ample bosom against my chest.

Looking around it became immediately clear to me that this was not your run-of-the-mill sex shop, it was huge, like a supermarket. Signs guide the visitor to the different sections.

“So you want outfits for the both of you to host the club’s New Year’s party?”

“Yes, that’s the idea, and we’re open to suggestions, but mind you nothing too fancy for Lew, he’s not that extravagant.”

“No, definitely not and I don’t want to outshine Tanja. My body is not what it used to be, so I prefer something that will cover up my wrinkled skin.”

“I see, OK follow me,” Fiona took us towards the back, through a door that led into an even bigger space where she had all sorts of BDSM furniture on display. I recognized some of the contraptions that were in the club, the St. Andrews cross and the gynecology chair had clearly come from this place.

“Wow, Fiona this is quite a setup you have here, I can see where Tanja got her stuff for the club.”

“Yes, Tanja is a valued customer, we have a very nice business relationship.”

“Indeed we do,” Tanja interjected, “I buy stuff together with Fiona for my small shop at the club and can enjoy a far bigger discount than if I were to buy directly from the manufacturers myself.”

They guided me all the way to the back where there were some changing rooms with a few comfortable chairs in front.

“You can sit here Lew and enjoy the show.”

“Where did you get the idea I wanted a show?” Fiona gave me a big smile and pointed with her thumb to Tanja who had returned to the front part of the area we were in, looking for potential outfits in the racks.

“Care for a coffee Lew, while you’re waiting?” Fiona asked.

“Don’t mind if I do, yes please.”

“Milk and sugar?”

“Just milk please.”

When I got my coffee, Fiona disappeared as well, probably to help Tanja find the outfit that would make her shine at the party. By the time they came back, I had had ample time to look and wander around the area. There were things in here I had never before seen in my life, practically all of them dedicated to the BDSM lifestyle.

Some of the displays were on one specific theme, I saw a fully equipped interrogation room, with different types of electric torture devices, some just the size of a cattle prod, or self-adhesive electro pads or metallic dildos with a control device, but also padded spanking benches in all shapes and sizes. There was even a jail cell stand-up cage in a corner. I saw a medieval dungeon wood stockade set and loads of medical stuff on one of the tables including forceps with or without rubber tips, various Wartenburg wheels, and a huge assortment of boxes with rubber and latex gloves in all sizes and colors.

Close to half an hour later the girls were back, their arms loaded with different outfits, most of them in black. Tanja disappeared into the changing room. I heard a rustle of clothes and a few minutes later she opened the curtain and made a majestic appearance. She was wearing a black leather or vinyl strapless bustier. I couldn’t immediately detect which material it was, with black hot pants. Her hands and arms were encased in black leather gloves till mid-upper arm, and her legs in stiletto boots till mid-thigh. Her midriff was bare and on her head, she wore a black cap. As usual, she looked stunning.

“Nice,” I said, “but is it festive enough?”

“This is just the first one Lew, there are a few more to come.”

I decided to refrain from further comment and just let it roll over me. I knew there were quite a few more to come judging by the stack they had carried into the changing room. The next one was similar but with Tanja’s nipples sticking through a hole in the cups, Very sexy indeed, but I guess they could see from my face I didn’t think it was the right kind of outfit for the occasion.

“Although it shows some of my attributes, you don’t seem to like this very much?”

“No, although I very much like your boobs, I think you should keep them fully covered for this occasion.”

“You may be right,” Fiona agreed, “let’s try something sexy but with some mystery left.” They disappeared again into the changing room to emerge a few minutes later with Tanja in a totally different outfit. This went on for another 15 to 20 minutes but I saw nothing I really liked, and as I was clearly there to voice an opinion I did so until she appeared in something that looked rather fetching at first sight. In fact, it was more in line with the outfit that Tanja had mentioned when we had discussed clothing over the phone. Again a black leather or latex mini dress with some sort of collar around her neck but leaving her shoulders and both her collarbones completely bare. It hugged her boobs clearly showing her nipples poking into the material.

As I let my eyes travel down, there was a heart-shaped cutout around her navel, extending all the way down to her pubic area, far enough to show her small heart-shaped patch of pubic hair. One heart shape enclosing another, so sexy. When she had come out, she had lifted her arms forming a big Y – “Ta-Daa,” she shouted. The dress ended mid to upper thigh, leaving just a patch of bare leg above the same boots she had worn before. When she pirouetted around it showed her bare back all the way down to her asscrack. I was stunned.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked.

“This is ... I don’t have any words for it, it’s amazing!”

“So you like it?”

“What’s there not to like, it doesn’t really show anything and yet it is so revealing, I could eat you right up.”

“Would you, really?” she said while she turned her back to me and bent over, showing her very sexy black lace crotchless panties.”

“Hey you want to eat her, I don’t mind, I love a good live porn scene anytime,” Fiona interjected.

This was too good to pass up. I got up from the chair and pushed Tanja towards a spanking bench that was standing nearby where she lay down on her back. I dropped to my knees, grabbed her legs behind her knees, and pulled them up and wide open, giving me total access through her open crotch panties to her already moist pussy, and dove in. I was so busy enjoying her taste I hadn’t felt Fiona approach me from the rear until I felt her hands on my shoulders.

She began to massage my neck and shoulders slowly coming to the front, where she began to undo the buttons of my shirt. That done, she took Tanja’s legs over from me one by one and attached them with cuffs to the two poles at the front of the spanking bench. This way my arms were freed for her to remove my shirt completely.

Her hands then moved to my belly and the top of my pants, which she began to undo. Once open she pulled my pants and boxers down and grabbed my already hard cock giving me a stimulating hand job. This doubled the pleasure for me, licking and sucking Tanja’s pussy with a warm nimble hand milking my cock. All of a sudden she stopped and I felt her move around behind me opening my legs more so she could slide between them to take me in her hot mouth.

At the start, it was a bit painful when she pulled my cock backward to be able to suck it into her mouth, but soon after, when it had adjusted to the new position, the feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. She was a master cocksucker, she did things with her teeth and tongue I had never before felt in my life while all the while tickling my balls with just the nails of her fingers. Now that was something I had experienced before and which I liked very much, so much that I needed to concentrate harder not to cum in the next 10 seconds.

I hadn’t had the pleasure yet of seeing Fiona in the altogether and I desperately wanted to before I came, so I pulled my dick out of her mouth and got up.

“Hey what’s up, don’t you like what I’m doing?” she asked a bit cross.

“No darling I like what you’re doing a lot, but I don’t want to cum just yet, and I want to admire your body.”

“Why?”

“I think Tanja forgot to mention one important thing about me.”

“She told me you do like sex and that you like to photograph naked women, not necessarily in the order ... I don’t think you want to photograph me, you didn’t bring a camera.”

“No I didn’t, and I regret that, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to see you in the buff.”

“I see, you want me as naked as you are?”

“Yes please!”

She immediately began to remove her clothes, while I tried to keep Tanja’s temperature up to the current high level using my fingers in and around her pussy. I also saw that she was playing with her boobs over the dress she wore while I fingered her. One by one the blouse, jeans, bra, and panties that Fiona was wearing were removed, revealing a gorgeous svelte body with relatively large boobs seeing how skinny she was, with the most adorable almost non-existent areolae crowned by rock-hard large nipples.

Her pubes were completely shaven, only showing her outer lips, the innies completely hidden from view, the so-called perfect vulva. After the strip, she again dropped to her knees and took my cock back in her hot mouth resuming her divine tongue and teeth work while her fingers again began to tickle my balls again making it very difficult for me not to cum within the shortest period of time.

“Would you like me to fuck you?” I asked her.

“I’d love you to do that, yes, but what about our dear Tanja, we can’t just leave her hanging high and dry?”

“No, why don’t you detach her, I’ll lie on this other comfy bench you have here, so you can ride me and Tanja can squat over my face so I can bring her pleasure with my mouth.”

“Excellent thinking,” she replied, immediately undoing the cuffs that held Tanja’s legs high up in the air. In the meantime, I had taken up my position on the bench, Tanja squatted over me facing Fiona who impaled herself on my dick and began riding me. I couldn’t see what was going on as my face was completely covered by Tanja’s pubes but I heard both of them moan. I could hear they were kissing and I presumed they were playing with each other’s tits.

The first one to tumble over the orgasmic crest was Tanja, flooding my face with her sweet tangy pussy juice, which I gladly swallowed. Fiona beat me to the top in barely 2 seconds clamping down on my dick, her pussy muscles milking me. She was good, what am I saying, she was ... there were no words to describe what her pussy was doing to my cock which kept on squirting and squirting, depositing huge amounts of sperm in her cunt. I could only hope there were not too many people in the front part of the store with all the noise we were making.

It took us the better part of 10 minutes to come down and get our heartbeat and breathing back to normal. Tanja was the first to get up, to allow me to breathe normally again while Fiona pulled off my cock. I felt most of my cum drip out of her cunt onto my stomach. When she got up she grabbed a towel and handed it to me to dry off while she dried herself with another.

“Care for a shower Lew?” she asked.

“Don’t mind if I do dear, certainly if you join me,” I replied.

“Tanja, can you keep yourself busy while we shower?” Fiona asked.

“I can browse and see if there is anything that would be interesting for me to buy for the club, so go right ahead, we want Lew clean to try on his gear for the evening don’t we?”

“Yes that’s true you still need to try on the clothing Tanja chose for you.”

Fiona took my hand and led me through another door into a big bathroom. Obviously, this was not the only time activities had gone on in this Walhalla of sex requiring a cleanup. After the shower, during which, I was able to fully enjoy Fiona’s gorgeous body, both visually and with my hands, we dried with nice warm fluffy towels and joined Tanja again.

“And?” Fiona asked, “find anything interesting for the club?”

“There are a few things I would like to get yes, but I’ll come back to you on that another time, first let’s get my co-host dressed for the occasion. I found this underwear, shirt, and pants for you, I hope I’ve got the right size,” Tanja said while handing me the items. The boxer shorts were nothing really special, black with small silver hearts printed on them, the shirt was some sort of wet look thing, also black of course, I only hoped that I wouldn’t sweat too much in it during the event but for the rest, it was OK.

The pants were made of fine leather. I tried them on and they fit like a glove and felt pretty comfy. It was the first time in my life I ever wore leather pants. Oh no, I forgot when I was a kid my mother had bought me once a pair of “Lederhosen” in Austria, you know the type the Austrian guys wear when they do their traditional Schuhplattler dances hitting their pants, shoes, and legs.

It was already dark when we came out of the shop and when I looked at my watch it was past 7 in the evening, we had been more than 4 hours in that shop - well time flies when you’re having fun.

“Happy Lew?” Tanja asked when we were driving back home.

“Yes, I never expected to have sex with two gorgeous women choosing an outfit for a New Year’s party and I must say your outfit is out of this world, I am sure you will steal the show that evening.”

“You like it?”

“Yes, absolutely though it took you a while to come up with the right one didn’t it?”

“Not really ... I have a confession to make.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I designed the dress myself and asked Fiona to have it made to measure, but I wanted to make sure you, being a man of taste, liked it before I would wear it during the event. I would have bought it whatever the outcome, but if you hadn’t liked it I would have buried it in my closet.”

“Believe me, you look fabulous in it, you’ll be the envy of all the women at the party.”

“Thanks, Lew, I appreciate it and I hope you will have a smashing time during the party as well. You read my instructions concerning the photos?”

“Yes, nothing really special there, I guarantee total discretion as usual.”

“I know you will.”

“What time do you want me to be there?”

“I think if you come by 7 it will be OK, the guests are invited for 8, and knowing my crowd they’ll start arriving around 9. I have planned a small private meal just for the staff before the whole thing starts. I don’t want anybody to faint from hunger.”

“You are always so thoughtful and concerned about the people that work for you, if I didn’t know better I would never imagine you as a Dom ... Anything else I need to know?”

“There is one thing I’m going to suggest and that is that we orgasm all together on the strike of 12, I think that would be a great way to start the new year.”

“Absolutely, I love it, can I orgasm together with you then as co-host?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Where can I drop you?”

“At the club, my car is there and I can drive home from there.”

“Excellent, see you on the 31^st then, at 7.”

Finally Thursday the 31^st of December arrived. I had still been fairly busy in the shop with people passing by to make a last-minute purchase or picking up calendars with their own photos or photobooks as gifts, so when I closed the shop at 5; I was rather tired, but I had 2 hours to rest and get ready for Tanja’s great event. It’s a good thing I don’t have to go very far, just downstairs.

I took a nap and to make sure I didn’t sleep too long I set my alarm for 6:30 which would give me enough time to take a shower, shave, and get dressed.

At five to seven I walked outside to the official entrance of the club at the back of the studio. When I came downstairs Tanja was already walking about very nervously, giving last-minute instructions to the staff. I walked up to her and hugged her.

“Calm down, relax, everything will work out fine,” I whispered in her ear.

“Thank God you’re here, my nerves are killing me.

I turned her around and gave her back a rub, and massaged her neck and shoulders, I felt her relax a bit.

Then I looked at her and I was puzzled, she was wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of black jeans.

“Where’s your outfit for tonight? Don’t tell me you changed your mind?”

‘No, no, I’ve got it in one of the dressing rooms, I’ll put it on when we’re done eating, it also needs special make-up and I can’t put that on when I still have to eat and drink.”

“You mean you’re not going to eat or drink the rest of the evening?”

“Eat, no, and I can drink using a straw, which won’t ruin my lipstick.”

She gathered the staff and we went into the dressing room where she also kept her outfit to have a light meal. The costumes of the staff were also there for them to put on after the meal. Half an hour later when we were done eating all the girls started to undress to put their outfits on so I left them to it. I didn’t want to be cooped up in a small room with half a dozen naked females. I went outside and did the rounds of the cellar to check where I could best position myself to take photos.

I hid photo cameras in different places so I didn’t have to carry them around with me all the time. I also checked the hidden video cams to make sure they all worked fine. It was not really necessary as I had seen Jack do the same thing half an hour ago when I came in, but better safe than sorry.

Tanja had told me Jack was doing a special act tonight, in fact, it would be a double act. Not only will he be tying up his beloved sub, Elisa but also a new girl. I was told she was very special. This was the first time I saw Jack after I won his sub, Elisa for 24 hours in London and I wasn’t sure if she told him about that.

“Jack, can I have a word?”

“You wanna tell me about your 24-hour slavery of Elisa you won in London? I know all about it, and I hope you will make her pay.”

“Why’s that?”

“She’s not supposed to participate in wagers like that without my knowing about it or my approval, so I was pretty upset when she told me when she came back from her trip. I tanned her hide seriously and I want you to do the same, don’t spare her Lew; I want her butt and back dark red and for her to have a serious problem, for at least a week, sitting down after she visits you. If you don’t I will when she comes back.”

“You know me, Jack, I do have a problem hurting women, and I would like to plead in her favor that she was not alone, she was sucked into this game by the other two who had convinced her they couldn’t lose.”

“Even then she’s not supposed to engage in those kinds of things, but yes sometimes she does on the spur of the moment, must be her Latino roots.”

“Tell me about it, I deal with her sister almost every day, but OK I’ll do my best to discipline her, I heard you’re doing a special act tonight?”

“Yes, I hope you’ll take plenty of pictures, it starts at 11. To make sure I get it all in detail, I also have two video cams from different angles focusing on the spot.”

“For the photos, you can count on me, my friend, but please be lenient concerning Elisa’s butt and back.”

“OK, I’ll be lenient seeing it’s you that asks me.”

“Thanks.”

I went looking for Tanja as the opening time was approaching rapidly. As predicted we were almost bored out of our minds before the first guests started to arrive a bit before 9. Everyone that came in complemented Tanja on her stunning outfit, well the men mostly did, the women looked envious and with Argus’s eyes at her. By 10 most of the guests had arrived and had already had a few drinks so the party really started to get going. I told Tanja I was going to do a photography round.

I had seen a few guests with a red collar, but most of them had black or no collar at all and were already in different stages of undress. Lots of leather, both on men and women, some men had a black or metal collar around the neck of their sub with a leash attached to it. When I came to the St. Andrew’s cross a full-bodied but gorgeous naked woman was attached to it and her Master was happily flogging her huge boobs and abdomen with a multi-strap flogger, she was smiling.

When he began to concentrate on her pussy specifically aiming for her clit I saw her face scrunch up a bit, she also began to give small screams with every hit. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter though and after about 15 hits she cried out, shivering all over, completely in the throes of an orgasm. When he detached her shortly after she kissed him full on the mouth, sunk to her knees, and took his hard cock deep in her mouth probably to thank him. While she was doing that he beckoned me and whispered, “can I have copies of those?”

I nodded, took out a felt pen, and wrote S10 on the woman’s back while telling him that he needed to give me that number when he ordered his prints from the shop. I knew the S stood for St. Andrew’s cross, but they didn’t of course, or even couldn’t care less, but for me, later on, it made it much easier to find the required photos. Wandering further around, I came to the gyno chair. A guy had his skinny girlfriend tightly strapped in, her feet in the stirrups and secured by duct tape the same as her hands on the armrests. To make sure she couldn’t move an inch he also had tape over her abdomen and all around the back of the chair. He had also put a ball gag in her mouth and secured her head with a strap around it.

I wondered what he had in mind securing her so tightly and making it difficult for her to cry out. Must be something really painful he had in mind. I saw him grab a pair of forceps without padding, which would indeed be far more painful than the padded variety. When he applied one to the right nipple, which he first had sucked on to make it bigger, I saw the woman’s face make a painful grimace.

She adjusted quickly, however, ready for her other nipple to be clamped in a similar way. Next, he stuck some small self-adhesive pads with a thin wire to the underside of her tits and connected the wires to a small handheld device. He turned the knob on the device and I saw the woman tense up as an electric current was running through her boobs and body. He put the device down, but judging by her face and reactions, he left the current on.

He then picked up a Wartenburg wheel and applied it to the inside of one of her lower legs, slowly moving upwards over her inner thighs towards her moist pussy. When he arrived there, he began to move the wheel up and down over her cunt lips, pushing extra hard when he hit her clit. When he had finished torturing her with the wheel, he grabbed a metallic-looking dildo, again with a thin wire sticking out of it, and plugged it also into the control box.

He slid this quickly into her wet hole, and immediately her face contorted in a painful grimace as she felt the electric current deep in her oozing cunt. I never liked it when they use electricity to torture women, so I moved quickly on, but not before writing G11 on her abdomen, just in case he wanted photographic proof of his games.

I moved now to a more pleasant device, at least in my opinion, the sex swing. An elderly woman was occupying it with her husband happily fucking away, letting his penis come out completely when she swung backward and shoving it in deep when she came back. Suddenly, somebody whispered in my ear, “these are our oldest members.” I looked sideways and saw a red-collared, masked woman. The voice sounded familiar but I had a bit of a problem recognizing her with all the background noise until I took a good look at her outfit.

“Astrid, what a pleasure to see you.”

“You recognized me?”

“Who can forget such a divine body, darling.”

“Flatterer!”

“No it’s true, I’m in love with your body, but hey tell me more about these people.”

“As I mentioned, they’re our oldest members, he’s 75 and she’s 73.”

“No way, with her looks, she can’t be 73, she’s got gorgeous boobs, small but so perky. Although I wonder what the brown color on and around her nipples is.”

“That’s chocolate.”

“What do you mean chocolate?”

“He just loves chocolate and he always puts one of these small chocolate tablets, the ones they sometimes give you with a cup of coffee, on each and when they melt, chocolate melts at body temperature as you know, he licks it off of her, hence a brown halo remains around her nipples and his mouth.”