Raffle Girl
Copyright© 2025 by Lorn Skye
Chapter 11: A night of C & C
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 11: A night of C & C - Dr. Sam White was not lucky. He had never won a single thing in his entire life. His colleagues at work had convinced him to attend a fundraiser for some cause that he knew nothing about. And suddenly, he won. The prize was not at all what he expected! Join Sam as he journeys from confirmed bachelor to the luckiest man in the world with a bevy of beauties surrounding him. ~43000 words
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery MaleDom Anal Sex
The club and restaurant were in an old brick building that looked like it had been totally revamped. The windows were all new, with sleek, black aluminum frames, the windows were dark, and there were heavy black curtains drawn across them.
The entrance was dimly lit, but it had a warm yellow glow. The only sign was the gold lettering on the red door, that said, “C & C,” and there was a doorbell camera next to the door.
Stepping forward, I pressed the button, and was pleased when someone answered immediately. “How may I help you, Sir,” came a voice from the device.
“I have a reservation for three under the name Sam White.”
“Yes, Sir, just one moment.”
A few seconds later there was a buzz and the door was pushed open. A large man held the door for us to enter, where we were greeted by a woman wearing a simple tunic and a thick black collar with a large D- ring in the front.
“Welcome, Master White!” she greeted us once we were inside and the door was closed. “Please forgive me if I am incorrect, but I believe this is your first time at our establishment?”
“Yes, it is, but I was referred to you by Mistress Stacy Dobson, who speaks very highly of your establishment.”
“Oh, that is wonderful. We love Mistress Stacy, please tell her hello from Adrienne when you next see her. Now if you will please follow me, I will get you seated in our restaurant on the top floor.”
And with that, she led us around the corner to an elevator, which we rode to the third floor. When the door opened, we looked out over a dining room with around thirty tables, which were all filled with patrons in varying degrees of dress.
I turned to look at Eve and Olivia and they were both wide-eyed, looking around the place and taking it all in. For a moment, I wished that I had brought a leash for their collars, but since they were still holding my arms, they followed along as the hostess led us to our table.
“We took the liberty of providing seats for your two guests, as we weren’t sure of your relationships. However, as you can see, we can also bring cushions for kneeling at your side, if you prefer,” the hostess informed me as she pulled out my chair and help me get seated.
“Chairs will be fine for this evening. We are still a bit new to our relationship and exploring it together.”
“Congratulations then!” she exclaimed and softly clapped her hands together. “I do hope you enjoy your meal and perhaps afterwards I could show you the rest of the club?”
“That sounds lovely,” I replied.
With a small bow, she left us alone at the table.
Eve and Olivia were still wide-eyed and stunned into silence. At least they had the good grace to quit staring at everyone, and they were just taking in the whole ambiance of the place.
I had to admit that the clientele was interesting. There were well dressed couples in cocktail attire and there were groups in leather. Some people were sitting in chairs and some were kneeling on cushions, as the hostess had suggested. There were even some men and women in bondage, being fed little bits as their owners permitted.
“I had no idea that there were this many kinky people in the city,” Olivia whispered.
“I am so wet for you right now, Master,” Eve spoke softly as she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.
“Well, that is good to know,” chuckled our server who had walked up behind Eve. She was dressed in a leather harness that covered just enough to meet the health code requirements. And she was tall, amazonian even, with thigh high, leather boots, with six-inch heels that made her even taller.
“Perhaps you can beg him to take you down to the dungeon after your meal,” she added with a twinkle in her eye, “But no alcohol if you are going to the dungeon, house rules.”
“We are going to take a tour after dinner, but we are still getting to know each other. So, we likely aren’t going to be participating in activities tonight.”
She bowed her head and nodded, “Perhaps Sir would like to hear the menu options?”
When I nodded, she began to recite the menu for us. I watched Eve and Olivia as she spoke, watching to see what items they seemed to like. After she went through the items, she looked only at me, so I took the hint and ordered food for all of us.
With so many people around, Eve and Olivia were a little more subdued than usual, and I noticed that they were both shifting back and forth in their chairs.
“Stop squirming!” I ordered and I got some meek nods, but to my amusement, it only made them work a bit harder to be subtle about relieving the discomfort from the butt-plugs and tails they were wearing.
Our dinner was excellent. I had a lovely coq au vin, while the girls split a salmon dish. For dessert, we had strawberries and a dish of warm chocolate to dip them in. We had a lot of fun when I insisted on feeding them pieces of strawberry dipped in chocolate that they had to eat from my fingers.
Of course, Eve and Olivia did their very best to arouse me by licking my fingers, sucking my fingers, and of course, suggesting that some Dr. White cream would taste even better than the current food choice.
When our meal was complete, the hostess returned to give us a tour of the facility. The first two floors were rooms with different BDSM themes, along with the equipment and facilities that were needed. For example, one had a St Andrew’s cross, while another had a four-post bed with eye-hooks located all over the bed to provide ample opportunities to tie someone up. But of course, the highlight of the tour was the dungeon located in the basement of the building. There were no windows, so it was dark and the lighting was masterfully done to give it that aura of mystery and foreboding.
Being a Monday night, there were no shows or exhibitions, and other than a few small groups practicing Shibari, and one couple, where the Domme was flogging her submissive with a good deal of gusto.
Surprisingly, of the two, I thought the Shibari might capture my subs attention, but it was the flogging that had them captivated. Eve in particular, couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the way the sub reacted to each thump from the flogger, and the way the sub responded to it with a groan.