Chapter 9: Erica And Harry Visit a Fetish Club

I woke up about an hour later feeling at least human. Erica was still naked, sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring my dried semen flaking off her face. She smiled at me when I suggested she should shower and dress and replied, “I like how I look. I love that my cunt and arse are still full of your cum, and I have your semen caked all over my body. I assume Harry will come home looking somewhat similar, so I think it’s only fair he sees how well you’ve looked after me.”

Shrugging, I sent her to make a pot of tea. After all, Erica knew her husband far better than I did, and if this was something she wanted him to experience, who was I to stop her?

We sat at the table chatting and getting to know each other until we heard the unmistakable sound of MsV’s Landrover Evoque pulling into our driveway. They came inside and found Erica and me drinking tea at the kitchen table, where Erica was sitting a little gingerly. Erica stood, and the newlyweds greeted each other shyly.

They were both covered in dry cum. It matted their hair and flaked from their faces. Vicky and I exchanged knowing grins before MsV sent Harriet to go and shower. Then, she asked Erica if she had also gotten clothes for Harry to wear home. When Erica shook her head, MsV sent her over the road to get him some.

“Shower and change your clothes before you come back,” Vicky called after her. Then, MsV said to Anna severely, “Tell Sir what you did!”

Starting to sob, Anna mouthed quietly, “I let men come in my pussy and ass without them wearing protection, Sir.”

I shook my head sadly, “Well, you’re off the menu for six weeks until we can confirm you’re clean,” I told her. “Your punishment is that you will have no sex or orgasms until six weeks have passed and you have a clear STI test.”

“Please no, Sir!” Anna begged. “There’s no way I can go six weeks without cumming!”

Hardening my heart, I replied, “You can and you will! Go and use the shower in our en suite, then start getting dinner ready.”

Erica returned with a change of clothes for her husband, then after we’d thanked them both for a fabulous day, we sent them home.

Anna walked tentatively into the kitchen a few minutes later. She knew she had disappointed us and was fearful we’d reject her. Finding suitable punishments for subs who enjoy pain is challenging. It’s no use spanking, whipping, or caning them because, you know, yumm!

If their transgression is egregious, then withdrawal of affection works well. The only thing a submissive person yearns for more than your attention is to know they have your affection. However, withdrawing either of these things is a two-edged sword. Use it too often, and the sub will likely look for that affection and attention from someone else. Why would they willingly serve you when they’re not getting what they need?

Vicky and I discussed how to ensure Anna knew we were disappointed with her, but she still held our affection. Our love, actually. We decided that she should wear a leather chastity belt for the next six weeks until her second blood test showed she was clear. But once she had it on, we’d treat her as we always do. Minus the sex, of course.

MsV turned as Anna neared and pointed at the ground before her. Anna knelt in submission position 1 (On her knees, hands palm up on her thighs. Shoulders up and back with her breasts pushed out. Her head up, but her eyes on MsV’s feet.

“Before I punish you,” MsV stated calmly. “Is there anything you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry I disappointed you and Master, Mistress,” Anna tremblingly answered, tears welling from her eyes. “This girl deserves punishment and will accept your verdict.”

MsV picked up the chastity belt and told Anna to stand. She then cinched it above Anna’s hips. Its strap was wide enough to cover most of the space between her thighs and sat over her clit, slit and vulva, along her perineum, over her anus and rejoined the waist belt. There was a plastic cup over Anna’s urethra with a hole for her to pee through, but the belt needed to be removed to defecate.

Anna’s grew large as she realised wearing it meant there was no possible way she could even play with herself. The thick leather strap effectively prevented any stimulation of her clitoris or anal ring, ensuring she’d remain chaste for the entire six weeks I had demanded. Plus, she’d need to ask to be let out every time she needed to void her bowels, which added to her shame. However, she willingly accepted it and turned so her Mistress could padlock it closed.

Once the padlock snapped shut, MsV instructed Anna to stand. Then we surrounded her and kissed and cuddled her, ensuring she knew she was loved and wanted in our home. Anna wept, saying she was sorry over and over until I said firmly, “That’s enough apologising. From here, other than wearing the belt and not having sex, we will act toward each other as we always have. This transgression is effectively forgiven, with only your punishment for it to be completed.

“Thank you, Sir, Mistress,” Anna whispered. “What would my owners like for dinner?”

“Steak sounds good to me,” Vicky answered.

“Me, too,” I agreed, and life returned to what passed for normal in our household.

Time passed, as it does, and we didn’t get to play for a few weeks. Vicky had her visitor, and then Erica, hers. We didn’t totally abandon our new playthings, though. Harry was expected to dress pretty and present himself at our place no less than an hour after he returned home from work. If he showed any trace of hair below his eyebrows, MsV sent him home without receiving his sexual reward. If Harry pleased her, MsV would allow him to kneel at her feet and masturbate into a tissue. Or, if she were especially pleased, MsV would instruct Anna to blow him.

To help Harry meet his need to submit, Erica had to make him use his tongue and fingers daily to get her off. MsV and I banned them from having cock in vagina sex until we played next. When Erica’s need to be fucked grew too high, I’d make Harry kneel under the table, bend his wife over the table above him, and make him watch as my much larger cock ploughed her willing cunt open. After I’d cum, Harry had to lick my cock and his wife’s pussy clean. Harry could then use his hand to give himself relief. By the time the girls were ready to play again, Harry was climbing the walls from unrequited sexual desire.

The Crystal Chateaux in Newstead, Brisbane, is this city’s premier Bdsm club. It typically only holds one or two events a month. There was one the following Saturday that MsV and I planned on taking our new submissives to.

Typically, we’d bring Anna in wearing nothing but nipple clamps and a long coat to hide her nudity. We’d check her coat in as soon as we passed the entry door and lead her to the ‘public share’ area. Then, I’d tie her face up over the half-barrel in the room’s middle. Tying her like this left her mouth, held open by an ‘O’ ring, pussy and ass available to anyone who wished to fuck her. The Chateaux insists on safe play, so we never feared someone would fuck her bareback.

Near the barrel were several whips, floggers, and canes. The patrons were free to use those on her as they saw fit. However, the room has a monitor who ensures nothing gets out of hand. Leaving welts that would fade to bruises is okay. Splitting the skin means immediate banishment from the club. Although, that changed if the sub you’d made bleed was yours.

This time, of course, Anna’s playpen was out of order, so I assigned her to the club’s management to help out where and how they needed it. This meant she would probably have to Domme a few of the male patrons. Something she was capable of but hated doing. She was dressed as a slave girl, appropriate given she’d serve all night for no reward.

Erica, her fair skin already marked from where I’d used the cat ‘o’ nine tails whip on her, followed MsV into the club a submissive step behind. Erica was naked except for a long, see-through shift. Her large, soft breasts were tied tightly, and her nipples showed lasciviously through her shift. Erica strutted on 9-inch heeled pumps, the extreme angle forcing her to swing her plump ass seductively.

As MsV took Erica through to the area where we’d leave her to play, I asked one of the bouncers for a hand. In the rear of MsV’s Evoque, I had Harriet secured inside the box. His ruffle-skirted ass poked lewdly from one end as his ‘O’ ring gag mouthed head hung out the other. Harriet’s penis and gonads were secured by a stainless steel cock cage, ensuring that he had to give pleasure before receiving any.

MsV had done Harriet’s make so she resembled, as closely as Vicky could, one of those blow-up sex dolls. On his forehead, my wife had written ‘slut’ in red lipstick. On his ass, she’d added, ‘Fuckhole for use’. I got Harriet situated in the room set aside for sexual play and looked to see what MsV had done with Erica.

Vicky had stripped Erica naked and tied her to a wide bench. Erica’s tied tits showed signs of having been recently cropped. Her slender ankles were tied to a spreader bar and the bar to the bench’s legs. Erica’s wrists were above her head and also tied to the bench’s legs. Erica’s head hung over the top of the bench, and a similar ‘O’ ring gag to Harriet’s ensured her mouth was open and available for use. Finally, above Erica’s clit, MsV had drawn an arrow pointing at her cunt and written, ‘Free use slut. Any hole available.’

We left our playthings in the area and went to get a drink and socialise with the other dominants. Some had their submissives kneeling at their feet, and some had tied or confined them in one of the play areas. Subs were often passed around at these events so they could experience play from other dominants.

Sometimes, the dominants’ submissives were of only one type of gender, and they would swap, say, a female submissive for a male one. Or a cross-dressed male or transgirl for another gender. Most, like us, only played with their own property. I didn’t mind helping a fellow dominant construct a scene for their sub, but I had no interest in having sex with them. After all, I had no idea if they and their sub practised safe sex or not.

Ms V and I returned to the playroom to check on our subs. We found Harriet with a cock in his ass and another being rammed into his gaping mouth. Drool poured around the cock in his mouth as he grunted with every thrust the man in his ass gave. I was pleased to see both men wore condoms. As we watched, both men climaxed, filling their rubbers with sperm. They pulled out and removed their condoms, dumping them in the bin provided. The men were clearly responsible players because they both headed to the washroom to clean up.

We turned to watch Erica. Erica was moaning around the cock in her mouth as the man in her ass pounded into her for all he was worth. As we watched, the man in Erica’s mouth pulled out, removed the condom, and ejaculated across her tightly tied tits. Doing that was permitted as long as the whiteboard beside her bench said it was. Erica’s did. I grinned, seeing at least two other sperm deposits decorating her lush body. I checked, seeing three more condoms in her bin. Erica had serviced at least four men, possibly more. However, by her enthusiastic moaning, she hadn’t received anywhere near enough.

A small queue had formed behind Erica’s bench. Being the new girl and plumply attractive meant many men wanted to taste her luscious charms. It’s the age-old problem for hosts of these types of events. The number of men wanting to attend far exceeded the number of women. MsV and I were rare in terms of almost always attending The Chateaux as a couple with an extra female sub—a female sub we made available for other dominants to play with.