Chapter 6

When Simon and I were in Amsterdam for the orgy with Chris and Helena and their friends, I had secretly promised the gorgeous nymphomaniac Britt de Clerk that if she came to London on her own, my friends Siobhan and Katya and I would show her a truly memorable time. A few weeks later, Britt having easily convinced her useless prick of a husband that she wanted to go shopping on her own for a couple of days in London, I met her as she arrived one Friday afternoon at London City Airport. She ran across the concourse and threw her arms around me – as a result, a lot of men around the airport were visibly trying to re-arrange their erections as Britt, wearing just a skimpy tank top, which accentuated her amazing chest, and some cut-away shorts, which concealed considerably less than they revealed, clearly stuck her tongue halfway down my throat and grabbed my bum!

“Oh Joanne, I am sooooo happy to be here and to see you! Tell me, tell me, what fun have you arranged for us this weekend?”

“For the next 24 hours you are my submissive slave and will do what you are told to do, and if you ask questions, my assistants and I will punish you,” I said, putting on a stern face. Her eyes widened and for a few seconds she looked slightly worried, and then remembered and said, “Mistress, I am here for your pleasure.”

Before her trip I had emailed her three articles on various BDSM practices and told her to read them carefully – it was clear that she had understood them and realised that she was my submissive and had to follow my instructions.

With virtually every male eye in the building following us lustfully, Britt & I walked out of the airport to the chauffeur-driven limo which awaited us – the chauffeur took her case and Britt and I climbed into the back. As the car eased away from the kerb, I pressed the button to raise the darkened glass screen behind the chauffeur so that we had total privacy. I then turned to Britt and told her to remove all her clothes, which she did without hesitating - not a very long job!.

From my bag I produced a tight-fitting leather collar which I fitted round her neck, and sprung the catch closed – it could now only be undone with a small key kept in my bag. I then produced four smaller leather cuffs, and fitted them to her wrists and ankles, locking them in the same way as the collar. All the cuffs and the collar had a small steel spring catch embedded in them so that a chain or clip could be attached. I put her wrists behind her back and pushed the two catches so that her wrists were locked together.

“Good slave, now you are ready for the journey. I want you to kneel on the floor between my legs and pleasure me.” As Britt manoeuvred herself off the seat and into position kneeling facing me, I moved my body forward so that my skirt rose up and my naked, waxed pussy was perfectly available to her – naturally I was wearing no underwear. I looked down at the wonderful vision of her blonde head bobbing as she licked and kissed the inside of my thighs, and even though I had planned this, I was still trembling with excitement as I felt her hot breath approaching my damp pussy lips – and then the moment of bliss as her warm tongue licked them in long, slow strokes – I groaned with relief and delight, I had been looking forward to this for several hours and was already virtually ready to explode.

Sensing that she was pleasing me, she started to increase the pace of her tongue, but I knew we had a long journey and wanted to prolong the pleasure. I grabbed her ponytail of hair and snapped, “Slower, slave, I will tell you when I am ready for the final relief!” Using her hair to control her, I slowed her right down, sometimes stopping to delay the inevitable, because gradually I could feel an almighty orgasm building slowly in my belly – she didn’t know it, but she was soon going to get soaked!

I knew it would take us about an hour from the airport to Club69, which is in the countryside in Essex, and already we had been on the road for over 30 minutes. For all that time Britt had pleasured every part of my sex organs with her tongue, pushing her tongue right into my cunt and my anus, and stimulating the button of my clitoris so that my hips jerked with excitement every time she licked me there again. I could wait no longer, and so I let go of her hair and whispered, “Now slave, take me to heaven!”

She increased the speed of her tongue action, each stroke starting by my anus and sliding between my sex lips and vibrating my clitoris magically. My hips were jerking frenziedly, and it seemed as though my whole nervous system overloaded at one glorious moment, my belly spasmed and to my amazement – I squirted. This was the first time in my life that it had ever happened, so I had no chance to warn Britt, who was totally drenched as a stream of juice sprayed her face and ran erotically down over her breasts and thighs.

I had certainly not expected to have such a superb orgasm, and it took me a few minutes to recover, and then straighten my clothing, and just then I sensed the limousine slow and stop at the main gates of the Club in order for the chauffeur to enter the passcode. I held Britt under the chin and told her that she had pleased me well. I then explained that there was no time to get her dressed, so she would have to arrive as she was! She looked shocked, even more so as I produced a silver chain and clipped it onto her collar. At that moment the limousine stopped and one of the house staff girls opened the rear door. The maid was dressed, as all the staff girls were, in a velvet satin bustier which cinched their waists tightly and exposed their breasts and immaculately smooth pussies. Nothing else except six inch heels, and they were totally desirable and available free at any time to members of either sex. The beautiful young girl helped me out of the car and Britt followed me, pulled by the chain.

As we climbed the steps to the main entrance, the familiar figure of Mr Charles came towards us. “Miss Joanne, how delightful to have you with us this weekend – now I am sure it is going to be a memorable party. And your slave is?”

“Dear Mr Charles, how sweet you are,” I replied. “This is Britt de Klerk who has already booked the Wellington Suite for tonight. Could I ask you to arrange for one of your girls to deliver her to her room and arrange her there in the usual way whilst I book her in?”

“Delighted, Miss Joanne, of course,” he replied, and signalled forward one of the tallest of the staff girls waiting in the hallway where we had arrived. I passed over the chain and watched Britt being led away, the look of alarm on her face indicating that she would be both scared and aroused by the time I re-joined her.

I had her handbag, and went to the pretty young wench on the reception desk and collected Britt’s membership badge – Britt had already paid for her room and sent her personal details for membership purposes by e-mail. One of the staff girls, a delicious little blonde called Mary who I had fancied for several weeks but not got to have in my bed yet, followed me along the corridor to her room, bringing Britt’s case, and as we entered the room, we both gasped at the vision that met us. Britt, still naked except for her high heels, had been suspended by her wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room, and she was now also blindfolded. Mary just stood there in awe, then whispered to me, “My God, I so wish I could suck that cunt!”

I moved to Mary, kissed her glorious globes resting on top of her bustier and slipped two fingers into her smooth cunt and whispered in her ear, “If you are here after the show tonight, I promise you that you can fuck her.” I felt the muscles in Mary’s cunt twitch with excitement as I said this, so I kissed her full on the lips then pressed her against the back of the sofa and quickly masturbated her – she was so hot that she came within a few seconds, her trembling body pressed against me. I removed my cum-covered fingers and put them in her mouth – she grinned excitedly and licked them clean. I gave her tight bum a friendly slap and told her to come back later, and she left the room.

I left Britt hanging there and went into the bathroom and undressed and washed, then came out to the lounge/bedroom and put on my riding boots which Mary had brought up from the boot room beside Reception.

No sooner had I put them on than the door to the apartment opened and the gorgeous Katya, similarly dressed in just her riding boots, glided into the room, and wrapped me in a firm embrace with her tongue halfway down my throat. Katya is six foot tall (some 9 inches taller than me – and Britt) and so I had the pleasure of being presented with two beautiful erect nipples which I immediately sucked and nibbled.

After a couple of minutes of lovemaking, Katya turned her attention to the suspended Britt, and indicated by gesture that she liked what she saw. I moved to stand in front of Britt and Katya stood behind her. I put my hand forward and stroked her pussy – she jumped at the surprise of being touched. As one, Katya and I pressed forward so that she was sandwiched and trapped between us, and the tension of waiting exploded in her and she whimpered and sobbed as she had a spontaneous orgasm.

Katya moved away and picked up a strap-on lying on the sideboard, and put it on herself. I stood behind Britt and Katya moved forward and pressed the head of the rubber cock against her dripping cunt lips. I whispered in Britt’s ear, “Pick your legs up and lock them around her waist!” She did so immediately, and Katya put her hands under the girl’s buttocks and lifted her up – then allowed her to slide down so that the cock slid quickly all the way into Britt’s very wet cunt. Once she was in place, I reached up and unlocked the chains from Britt’s wrists, and placed her arms around Katya’s neck. My part was done for the time being, so I went helped myself to a Rampant Rabbit and sat in the armchair to watch the show whilst playing with myself.

Katya was immensely strong, and was able to carry the young Dutch girl around the room with ease, whilst simultaneously lifting and dropping her on the large rubber cock embedded in her cunt. The sexual experience, together with the added frisson being blindfolded so she did not know the identity of the woman who was making love to her, had turned Britt on totally, and already she had gone utterly limp on a couple of occasions as her body orgasmed wildly. Eventually, Katya looked at me and winked, and then moved towards the bed and when she reached it, fell backwards so that Britt was on top of her in a cowgirl position, the Dutch girl still frantically rising and falling and pleasuring herself on the cock. I could not wait, dropped the Rabbit and climbed onto the bed so that I was facing Britt and placed my pussy directly onto Katya’s mouth. I had worked with Katya couple of times before with clients and knew that oral sex was one of her greatest skills, and tonight was no exception.

Britt was frantically riding the cock, squealing as the pleasure level escalated between her legs, so I reached forward and grabbed her head and stuck my tongue into her mouth. With my hands I pinched her nipples and reached behind her and slapped her bum as the frenzy reached its inevitable climax – just as my orgasm wracked my belly and cum poured into Katya’s mouth, Britt screamed with bliss and slumped forward to rest on Katya’s body – totally spent. I rolled onto my back beside Katya, who reached up and removed Britt’s blindfold and drew her face to hers, and the two lovers kissed tenderly.

Once Katya and Britt stopped kissing and petting each other after their explosive orgasms together, I rolled over and kissed Britt, and introduced her to Katya, of whom she had heard much from Katya’s lover, Siobhan, but who she had never met before. When we were in Amsterdam before, Siobhan had taken Britt to bed during the party and spent a lot of time teaching her, not only that she was a genuine bi-sexual, but also many of the ways to make love to another woman.

I told the girls that it was already 8pm, and that the party downstairs would be starting in a couple of hours’ time. I suggested that we all have a bath together and then we could be downstairs in an hour or so and have some dinner before the entertainment started. Britt asked if I was going to take the leather cuffs and choker off, but I just said that they would be useful later, so she would keep them on. She didn’t understand what I meant, and I was certainly not going to explain!

The Wellington Suite which I had told her to book was the best suite in the Club, there were two enormous double beds in the main bedroom, a large lounge with comfortable armchairs and sofas, and an enormous en-suite bathroom with a bath like a small swimming pool with marble steps leading down into it from one end. In a few seconds we were all happily splashing in it and using the gorgeously perfumed soap to wash each other in every place imaginable. I could see that Britt was besotted with Katya and took every opportunity to stroke and play with her new lover.

After half an hour of playing and washing together, we got out and dried ourselves. Katya and I both dressed in our leather riding boots, but I explained to Britt that until she was admitted as a Club member after this evening, she would be required to wear the satin bustier and high-heeled shoes, just like the staff girls she had already met. And as with the staff girls, her body was available at any time to members of either sex – she must obey any Club member and submit instantly, or she would be never be eligible for membership. I thought this might scare her, but clearly the BDSM books I had sent her had been well understood, and I could see from the glint in her eye that she was ready for any sexual experience that could happen to her.

Now we were all ready, I opened the door and we set off down the corridor towards the Club Room. We had hardly gone 20 yards when the familiar figure of our fellow Club member, Sir Richard A****, came in the other direction. Although the corridor was reasonably wide, we knew it was wise to stand to one side, as his excessive paunch took up enough space for two people! He stopped when he reached us and looked at Britt with interest.

“She is tonight’s special candidate for membership, Sir Richard,” I murmured.