Chapter 1

Sloane checked her makeup and hair in her car’s rear view mirror for the twentieth time. Finally, summoning all of her courage, she took a deep breath and opened her car’s door.

The warm summer night’s air gave her a small burst of energy and the breeze that flowed up her short dress make her crotch twitch slightly. She tugged the bottom of her dress down over her ass and glanced around the parking lot nervously, then walked towards the front door of the club.

She had been there before, several weeks ago. Sloane and her boyfriend Chris, had wanted to try something new to spice up their sex life. The topic of a swinger’s club came up and though neither of them were really all that interested in new partners, the idea of watching others have sex intrigued both of them. A quick internet search had led them to a club close by and that weekend, they had eagerly embarked on their new adventure.

The lobby of the club had a large TV screen, showing a video loop of upcoming events. There were theme nights, meet and greet nights and the occasional special event. One such event was held on a Sunday, which seemed strange to both of them. Very little information was given about the event on the video, other than it showed many people in leather, blindfolds and handcuffs. There was a very brief video clip of a nude woman being spanked and a millisecond of the audio of her cries.

It was the sound that she made that caught Sloane’s attention. It was pain, but not really. It was a mixture of pain, exhaustion and lust that she had never heard before. That micro second of audio stuck in Sloane’s head and wouldn’t leave it.

For the hours that Sloane and Chris spent at the club, drinking and people watching, Sloane couldn’t stop thinking about that sound. It wasn’t until Chris suggested that they go upstairs to the sex area of the club that she found something else to distract her.

The upper area of the club was built for fucking. Several large beds were pushed together along the walls and a U shape setup of couches provided ample sitting and watching areas. Chris and Sloane saw several couples on the couches making out and eventually clothing started to come off.

... Tits and ass

... Cocks

... Mouths on tits

... Mouths on cocks

... Women kissing men who they didn’t come with

... Women kissing other women.

The couples were engrossed in the action on the couch when a sharp cry came from the side.

Sloane snapped her head towards the sound of the noise.

In the middle of the collection of beds was a nude couple. The man had a very broad chest and was graying slightly at the temples. He was behind an extremely slender woman with a large, augmented chest. His fingers were woven through her long brown hair and he alternated between shoving her head into the mattress and yanking it backwards, forcing her breasts up towards the sky. He was slamming the woman with an intensity that Sloane had never witnessed before and the woman’s cries attested to both the force and the size of the man’s equipment.

The woman whipped her head back and forth with the force and when she turned towards Sloane, she could see the woman’s eyes clenched tightly and her face in a grimace that wasn’t quite entirely pain.

Sloane had never been so turned on in her life.

She ground her perky ass back against Chris’s crotch, hoping to entice him. She had never had sex in front of another person, much less in public before, but at that moment, lost in her own lust, she was down for pretty much anything.

Chris placed his hands on her hips, moving one around to her belly and the other rested on her ass. Sloane continued to wiggle her ass against him, silently pleading for him to take the hint, but to no avail.

Finally, Chris leaned down and whispered into her ear.

“Let’s go home.”

As they exited the club, Sloane cast one more glace at the video monitor, hoping to catch a glimpse of the video.

That night as Chris mounted her in their standard missionary position, Sloane closed her eyes and imagined the man in the club, yanking her long black hair and slamming his thick cock into her. As the images from the club filled her head, she had a powerful orgasm. Chris fired his load into the condom and then pulled out, quite pleased with himself.

Sloane’s heels clicked against the pavement as she walked alone towards the door of the club. She adjusted her dress once more and then pulled the door open. Immediately she could sense the vibe was different and goosebumps popped up along her arms.

The music, while muted, was much darker and heavier than was playing at her previous visit. The other customers lined up at the check in desk were an extremely diverse mixture, as opposed to the rather upscale, well dressed crowd that she saw at the club earlier.

... Kitten ears and leather vests.

... Latex body suits and feather boas.

... Boots, spikes and collars.

Lots of collars.

Several of the people in line had bags over their shoulders with long, thin rods sticking out of them. Sloane glanced around nervously, trying to figure out if she was turned on or terrified. Summoning her strength, she took a step forward and then another and then another, until she finally made it to the check in desk.

“First time?” The curvy blond woman behind the desk asked in a friendly voice.

“Uh huh.” Sloane nodded, handing over her cash and driver’s license.

“Relax, you’ll be fine. If you have any issues with anyone or anything, come get me.” She said with a smile.

“Thanks.” Sloane smiled back.

“Welcome to Temple of Sin. Have fun.”

The first thing that hit Sloane as she pushed open the doors to the body of the club was the music. She had a glimpse of it from the waiting room, but once inside, the pounding techno pounded against her chest. The volume was at a level that made it hard to even hear herself think.

The second thing was the number of people. While the club was fairly full on her previous visit with Chris, tonight it was almost standing room only. Sloane pushed her slender body through the crowd, searching for some space. Finally, she reached an opening and realized that she was at the edge of a circle of people, watching a couple standing next to a large wooden X. As Sloane looked on, the man pushed the nude woman onto the X and then pulled what looked like a large leather mop out of his backpack. Sloane watched in amazement as the man struck her back and ass over and over again with the mop. What was even more amazing was the noises that the woman was making.

They were just like the noises from the woman in the video.

Sloane crossed her arms over her small chest and stared at the couple as the man continued to strike the woman with the mop and then with his hands. This seemed much more intimate to Sloane and she watched his hands roam over her back and ass before smacking her flesh again.

“Having fun?” Came a voice from over her shoulder.

Sloane jumped, her trance broken. She looked over her shoulder. A blond man in a black button up shirt was standing behind her. He was a few years older than her by the looks of his face and a couple inches taller. While not an overly attractive man, he exuded a presence that she had never felt before.

Sloane nodded in affirmation.

“First time?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Sloane said, barely hearing her own voice over the music.

“You looking to play tonight?” He asked.

“Play?” Sloane asked.

A small smile spread over the man’s face.

“It really is your first time at any of this, isn’t it?” He smirked.

Sloane nodded again.

“What are you looking for?” He asked.

Sloane shrugged her shoulders slightly.

“I don’t know.” She said softly.

“Care if I guess?” He asked.

Sloane nodded.

Sloane stared cautiously as the man stepped closer to her. He slowly leaned his head down next to her ear.

“You want to lose control. You want someone to take you. To do to you whatever they want. You don’t care about pain, but you don’t want to think. You just want to be. You want to let go. Just let go, and give it away to someone else.” He whispered.

Sloane closed her eyes and shuddered hard. A chill ran down her spine to her crotch, which shivered.

She slowly opened her eyes to find the man’s face inches in front of hers. His smirk had grown larger and his blue eyes bored into her brown ones.

“Well?” He asked. “Am I right?”

Sloane nodded slightly.

The man reached out and grabbed Sloane’s hand.

“Let’s go.” He said in a firm voice.

The man pulled Sloane through the crowd and up a narrow staircase. The music was slightly softer upstairs and the crowd was less. He led her to a room with a low, padded bench in the middle of it.

“This will work.” He announced, turning towards her.

“What’s your name?” Sloane stammered as the man unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and pushed them up his arms.

The man grinned and walked towards her. Sloane took a small step backwards but he grabbed her wrists and leaned down until his face was in front of hers.

“You can call me Sir. That’s all you need to know.” He said in a firm voice that somehow demanded compliance.

Sloane nodded nervously.

“Oh, and there’s only two things you need to say: Yes and Red. Red is all stop. Yes is, well, pretty self-explanatory. Any questions?” He asked.

No sooner had Sloane shook her head no then the man grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward. Sloane stumbled for balance on her tall heels as the man pushed her over the bench and then moved behind her.

“What’s happening?” Sloane stammered, looking over her shoulder as the man grabbed the bottom of her dress.

“I’m giving you what you want. Now, remember, yes and red is all you get to say. Mess up again and I’ll punish you.” The man grinned, yanking her dress up over her ass. The cold air rushed over the flesh of her ass and Sloane shivered.

“Good God you have a nice ass.” The man commented, rubbing his hand lightly over Sloane’s firm ass cheeks. She shivered again as the man leaned over next to her ear.

“I’d love to do bad, bad things to your ass.” The man whispered. Before she could stop herself, Sloane let out a soft moan.

“Heh, you like that idea, huh?” The man chuckled as he hooked his fingers onto the straps of her underwear and yanked it down to her knees. Sloane looked over her shoulder at the man nervously.

“Open your legs up. Damn you have a nice ass!” The man commented as he kicked her legs apart.

The cold air brushed over Sloane’s freshly shaved pussy and she shivered again. The man put his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her over the bench, forcing her ass to stick out further. She felt the warmth of his hand resting on her ass cheek. Sloane weakly tried to lift up, but the weight of the man’s hand was too much for her. She grabbed the edge of the bench, preparing herself for the unknown.

“So nice. So, so, so nice. I’d do bad, bad, bad things to this ass, sweetie.” The man whispered into her ear with a sinister tone as he rubbed his hands over both of her ass cheeks.

Sloane whimpered a little, squirming back and forth as the man moved his hand around, gently caressing every inch of her ass. He momentarily rubbed his hand between her cheeks, brushing over her anal pucker, causing her to jerk forward.

“So bad. So bad.” The man said, slightly louder. Sloane felt the warmth of his hand disappear and the skin of her ass quickly chilled. She waited, hanging in suspense and then felt the smack of his palm being brought down onto her flesh.

“Ungh!” She cried out as the sound of the slap filled her ears. She dug her fingers into the edge of the bench.

“Mmm, yummy!” The man commented, drawing his hand back and slapping her other ass cheek.

Sloane cried out again. Before her brain could register what was happening, the man hit her again and again, alternating ass cheeks. It wasn’t particularly painful, but a sharp, stinging sensation. It was the rhythm that drilled into her brain, the metronome like pattern of his hand against her ass over and over again.

Sloane felt her body go limp and her grip on the bench relax as the man continued to slap her ass again and again and again.

“That’s it sweetie. You’re getting into it now, aren’t you?” The man asked in a slightly condescending tone.

“Yes.” Sloane forced a whisper.

“That’s yes SIR.” The man corrected, bringing his hand down hard onto Sloane’s flesh.

Sloane’s body jerked up and she let out a scream.

“Shit!” she cried out.

“No, Sir. Yes Sir.” The man laughed, placing his hand onto her back and forcing her down onto the bench again.

“Yes. Yes. Sir. Yes Sir.” Sloane panted, feeling her heart racing.

“Good girl, you’re learning!” The man replied.