Chapter 35

When they pulled into the parking lot Carol peered out the windows and soon had rolled down the partition and told the driver to pull up next to the Bentley.

Carol was as nervous as she'd ever been in her life. It wasn't that there was some vastly important outcome hanging in the balance based on how things went that evening, it was just that Carol saw in her wife and husband, even though he was unsure of it as yet, a chance to change things for the better, things that had needed changing for a long time, and the evening at Dominique's was the first move of that campaign.

As they exited she was babbling at them all again, "Remember, Harry and Margo first, leading me, Kelly and Nicki behind and to the sides, then Madame Cornelius and her entourage, then Eddie leading Tamara, behind and to the side, next to Karen leading Patricia, behind and to the side, then Elenore and Jerome ... sorry guys, this is kind of a big thing ... and Hal and Tori if they make it here in time."

"Quite alright," Elenore said. "I figured it might be and I promise to ride herd on Paint-boy here."

"Well, you don't have to, but we'd be honored if you'd sit with us at our tables this evening. We're picking up your bar tab," Karen said.

"Oh no problem, sounds like this is going to be one hell of a night, right Jerome?"

"Uh..."

"Yes, I know, there'll be naked people fucking in there, it's alright, come on, Auntie Elenore will take care of you."

As Madame Cornelius and her group exited the Bentley, Kelly gave out with a gasp. The Madame's outfit was her normal high-necked, long-sleeved, tight-cuffed, low-waisted, long dress done in black leather.

"I might ... kill her ... for that dress..." Kelly whispered.

"It wouldn't fit you, my love," Harry muttered to her. "But the one we get you will."

"Sir, do you want me to implode your balls tonight, because I can ... and I will," Kelly said, smiling at him and licking her lips. "I'll put so much suction on them they'll fail their structural integrity test and just collapse in on themselves."

"Behave, you little barbarian," Margo said, pulling tight on her leash, "or Mama will spank."

Li Kuan wore a scarlet leather breakaway skirt, her remaining ass-cheek piercing causing a slight bump in the smooth lines, as well as a matching leather micro-bikini top, the strips of leather that covered her nipples barely wide enough to do so, their coverage further stretched by the spikes through said nipples. On her feet she wore rather simple sandals, strapped exceedingly tightly to her feet and fastened with spike-edged buckles that threatened to puncture the skin with every step she took.

And she was taking several very forceful steps in the direction of Harry. He felt a momentary panic until he saw in her eyes the same ... adoration ... she'd shown him before. When she reached him she knelt before him and held out her hands before her.

He took her hands and she stood up. "When you left earlier today, you did not take the spike, so I made this for you, I hope it pleases you." She took from around her wrist a length of silver chain with the spike he had bitten out of her ass cleaned and mounted as a pendant. She had carefully wrapped it around her wrist several times to make sure she didn't lose it.

He took it from her hands and said, "You are a very beautiful, and very strange woman."

"Thank you, Master Grimes."

He put it around his neck and smiled at her. "I wear it gladly. Thank you."

He wasn't sure, but he would've almost sworn she skipped back to her Madame.

Once there she took the chain a young black woman standing head down, dressed in a robe with a hood, never looking up even when she was introduced to group as "Puppy".

Andre and Hans were their usual well-dressed selves in leather pants that were almost scarlet and black long-sleeved silk shirts. For the occasion they had freshly shaved their heads so they shown in the parking lot lights.

"I'm sorry, my dear Master and Madame Grimes that we did not have more scarlet, but our wardrobes are lacking in that color, something that we shall be remedying soon," Madame Cornelius said. "Now, shall we enter?"

"Indeed we shall," Margo replied, having looked around and seen no sign of the Stallings, and as they arranged themselves Margo breathed much easier when Madame Cornelius smiled and nodded her acceptance of the order of their procession.

When they reached the doors, two doormen wearing only the briefest of shorts with "Dominique's" embroidered on them, swung the doors wide and they found themselves entering a large foyer with a wide bar on one side and a coat check on the other. Dominique's had been a mid-sized manufacturing plant before the whole factory had been moved to the state of Coahuila in Mexico and opened again as a maquiladora. The factory had made cedar lawn furniture and as a result the interior still smelled of cedar years after the fact.

The young man from the coat check came out. "May I take your coats?"

"You may," Margo replied. "And I assume you're who we see about our memberships," she said to the young woman behind the bar.

"Yes ma'am."

Very quickly all coats were checked, and memberships bought or in the case of Madame Cornelius and Li Kuan, checked, and they stood, much cooler, at the entrance where a sign asked them to please wait to be seated.

Beyond them lay the large, open interior of the club. Placed at various central points across the floor were stages, only one of which was occupied at the time, in a far corner where the action couldn't be made out. Then there were the tables. About half of them seemed to be normal club tables, except for the light bars above them, some lit but most dark. The rest of the tables were a curious mixture of stage and table, the tables being large and very low, but placed on a raised dais with bench seats around the perimeter, broken every six to ten feet by shallow steps giving access to the dais.

But no matter the table type, almost every table was taken and people were milling about everywhere, the hum of conversation effectively drowning out the light dance music playing in the background.

As they looked around the room another young man dressed in the shorts that seemed to be the club's uniform came hurrying up and bowed deeply.

"You have reservations?" he asked hopefully.

"House Chorale and House Cornelius," Harry answered.

"Right away sir, if you will follow me," the young man said and began to move off into the club.

As they followed, Harry leading Carol, Margo leading Nicki and Kelly, he noticed that the club had highways; wider avenues between the tables that he suspected were put there for just such entrances as theirs.

And indeed they were making an entrance. The background conversations stopped around them and more eyes began to follow as their procession made its way deep into the middle of the club, to a stage/table that looked as if three great round tables had been linked together into one overlapping leviathan of a platform.

The dais itself rose two feet with the padded bench seats rising another foot. Harry was happy to see that the interior of the dais was recessed. He'd been looking at a long, uncomfortable evening with his leg. The table itself rose another foot and had a high, wide rim around the edge. He looked at Carol questioningly as they were scooting their way across and she said, "Keeps the mats they put down for performances, and people, from sliding off."

Finally everyone was seated and Margo motioned to their host, "We have another couple coming, Hal and Tori Stallings, as well as a possible, a Miss Julie Elliott."

"Thank you..."

"Madam," said Madame Cornelius imperiously from her table.

"Madam, to be sure," he continued, nodding and smiling at Margo, "I'll make sure they're brought here immediately."

"Is it a subtle hint that these benches are deep enough, hell, more than deep enough, to have sex on?" Eddie asked.

"No sir, we wouldn't call it a hint, we'd think of it as an invitation," said a voice from over his shoulder.

A cute young woman also wearing just the club uniform stood behind them.

"Hello, I'm Angela; I'll be your waitress this evening."

After taking the table's drink orders she turned to Margo and said, "Madam, Mistress Dominique left strict instructions to be informed when you arrived. She will undoubtedly be down to meet you shortly as I'm sure Dwayne has already told her you're here."

"Thank you Angela."

Carol crawled into Harry's lap. "Sir, I know I'm looking forward to you doing anything you want to me right out here in front of everybody, but I need to go work out a few details of their performance with Karen, Eddie and their ladies. Would you mind if Kelly pleasured you until I return?"

"Not at all, dear one, go right ahead."

Harry looked over to Margo to find that Madam Grimes had already shifted her skirt out to one side, opened wide her legs and had Nicki's head between her thighs, the rest of his sister lying out on the bench seat.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear "I see you didn't waste any time."

"Harry, have you seen what's going on around us?" she asked.

"No, haven't really taken the time to look."

"Take the time."

A stage behind them had three couples- two men, two women and a man and woman- playing out light S&M scenarios and from the way the stage was lit, Harry could see that the sex was real ... very definitely real. As Kelly pressed her body up against him she purred, "I could fall in love with this place."

"I bet you could. I can count five couples not on stage fucking just in what part of the club I can see."

"Have you gotten a good look at Puppy now that she's lost the cloak?"

"No," Harry replied, turning around, "let's see ... oh my."

Puppy was nicely rounded, naked, lightly scarred and wounded from Li Kuan's oral attentions ... and totally hairless ... Harry could tell because she was standing on Madame Cornelius table, her hands on her ankles, fully exposed to her owner, bald head between her knees. Li Kuan was running her finger through the woman's slit and licking it. Puppy's hairless cunt was clearly in evidence, as was Li Kuan's enjoyment of her taste.

"How does this place get away with it?" he said.

"I don't know," Kelly answered, "I reckon we can ask Angela when she gets back with our drinks ... but one thing's for sure. This place has a hellacious hump vibe going."

Harry looked into his wife's eyes. "What would you know about hump vibes, my beautiful one?"

"I know I'm about to unbutton you and suck your balls down my throat through your cock," she said, kissing his neck.

"I know that later tonight I'm going to be lying on that table, Carol sitting on my face, Nicki riding on my strap-on, while Carol blows you and Nicki eats Margo and the two of you do your best to make it look like you're fucking their faces. Carol's been babbling about getting to seriously throat you here in performance all fucking week. I considered using an oath to make her trade places with me but she's better at deep-throating than I am.

"And I know that right now your cock is hard as a rock."

Harry wasn't quite ready for public sex and was saved by the arrival of their drink orders.

"I'm to tell you that the Stallings have arrived, but are filling out the registration paperwork and will be joining you as soon as they're finished. If you have any questions about the light codes either ask me or check the menus on the table." As she was preparing to leave Harry said, "Hit the same order again, and follow it with a round of large glasses of water for everyone, would you Angela?"

"Certainly sir, I'll have those here for you in just a bit."

"Oh, Angela?"

"Yes sir?"

Harry handed her a hundred and smiled. "We'll be here all night and we'd like it if you took good care of us."

"Not a problem, sir." She leaned in and whispered, "If your House is looking for additions, or you just want to play for an evening, or three, I'd be willing to take very good care of all of you."

Harry managed to put a smile on his face. He'd have to be careful in places like this or he'd end up in trouble. "I'll certainly keep that in mind, Angela. God knows you're a lovely girl."

"Thank you, Sir."

Harry could hear the capitalization in her tone. It was going to be a long night.

"I could bury my tongue in lots of places on that woman," Kelly said.

"Down girl."

"I'm just sayin'-"

Harry took her head and moved it towards his crotch. "I said, down girl."

"Oh ... yes sir."

Meanwhile Margo and Madame Cornelius were having a talk while Nicki got force-fed pussy. Harry listened in, commenting from time to time.

"So Madame Cornelius-"

"Call me Minerva, Madam Grimes."

"Then I'm Margo, and he's Harry."

"Certainly."

"So Minerva, guess who ... had these tables reserved ... until Carol put the fix in?"

"Laney?"

"Exactly. We've pissed him off ... and he doesn't even know ... oh ... oh ... OH..."

"Please Margo, take your pleasure. I'm not going anywhere."

"Th-tha-thank y-"

"You're more than welcome."

Billy Calhoun's feet had bothered him all day.

Not too remarkable until one considered that he'd lost his legs ten years before in an auto accident.

He suffered phantom pain very rarely, it was always a burning sensation, not surprising as his last memory of sensation from his legs and feet was of them burning, the smell of the roasting flesh filling his nostrils.

Whenever his feet bothered him, it seemed to be an omen, a sign of good or bad fortune. The way his luck had been going, he was betting that his most recent bout of pain was a bad omen.

Still, as was his way, he put on a happy face, his pair of "Dominique's" shorts, his prosthetics and after grabbing his crutches went to hobble his way around the club. If he could spot a problem before the customers noticed it, he figured he'd paid back a bit of Dominique's hospitality.

"Master and Madam Grimes, Madame Cornelius, Mistress Dominique would like to greet you."

As if orchestrated three heads nodded as one and Angela stepped aside. Up the steps came a voluptuous woman with long, blond hair, highlighted with golden blond streaks. Her leather top, modeled on a sports bra, as well as her skirt, plain-fronted with a lace-up back that had an open buttocks area, showed off bountiful amounts of her tanned flesh and her face showed only laugh lines. The smile she wore demonstrated their source.

"House Chorale, House Cornelius, you do me and my club honor by your patronage. I offer you not only the hospitality of my establishment, but the hospitality of my House, House Duvalier, as well."

"We accept your hospitality, House Duvalier," Margo said regally as Nicki continued to tongue her, "and ask that you join us as your busy schedule permits."

"My schedule permits me time at present. Now," she said, lifting Nicki's feet and sitting down, "the formalities are done, it's a pleasure to have you here." She caressed the shapely calves and feet she had in her lap.

"Thank you, Mistress Dominique. Your club is lovely," Harry said.

Kelly whispered from his crotch, "That ass has got you about to explode, Sir, pardon me while I take care of that." She returned her attention to his cock.

"Allow me to introduce our House members," Harry said, "this is Eddie Janak," Eddie bowed his head "and Karen Pinard," Karen bowed as well "and these are two new friends we made along the way, Elenore Landau and Jerome, whose last name escapes me."

"Hackler ... Jerome Hackler, Mistress Dominique," Elenore said. "I'm sure he'd tell you himself but he seems to have been in a catatonic state since we entered your beautiful club."

Dominique laughed, an earthy, honest, sexy laugh. "Quite alright, Elenore. There aren't many higher compliments my place can get than honest male catatonia ... well, that and the salute he's raised in those pretty leather pants of his."

Apparently even in a catatonic state, Jerome could blush.

Angela and another waitress appeared with the second round and the water. While she was delivering the order Angela took every opportunity to display her charms to Harry.

Dominique had, after asking and receiving permission with a raised eyebrow and a glance, begun stroking Nicki's back, ass and thighs. She noticed Angela's efforts and laughed again. "I see you've already found an admirer, Master Grimes."

"Please, call me Harry."

"And call me Margo."

"Then I'm Dominique ... she's one of our 'available's, if you're interested. I'm not sure if she even knows exactly what kind of a relationship she's after, but she's a very sweet girl, very accommodating ... a hard worker.

"And who might your lovely servants be?"

At this Madame Cornelius snorted slightly but by the time Dominique turned to face her, the Madame's inscrutable countenance had been restored.

"Of course you remember Li Kuan, this is Andre and Hans."

"And this is mine, it is called 'Puppy'," Li Kuan said.

"Very nice ... very nice indeed, all of them." Dominique turned to her left.

Margo stroked the head in her lap and said, "This ... is ... Nicki."

Harry picked up the introductions, glad he was in a calmer state than his wife. "The beauty between my legs is Kelly; the little Egyptian over there between Karen and Eddie is Carol."

"Oh, Carol and I know each other from way back," Dominique said.

"This is Tamara, the radiant jewel who contains my soul," Eddie said.

"You sir are a poet, as well as a very handsome, and very lucky, man," Dominique replied.

"This is my wife, Patricia," Karen said, caressing her love that was a-straddle her knee, hugging her.

"And you are a damn lucky woman ... she has an incredible ass," Dominique said, standing slightly and turning to display her own, "and believe me, I know what I'm talking about."

Patricia's blush was not as intense as Jerome's, but charming all the same.

"House Duvalier welcomes you all. I've assigned Angela to your table exclusively for the duration of your stay. Please, enjoy all the hospitality my establishment has to offer."

"Mistress Dominique, I have a question, if I may be so bold as to ask," Harry said. "Isn't it odd for a Mistress to be wearing what, if I remember correctly, is called a 'spanking skirt'?"

From Carol was heard a very muted "Uh oh, here we go."

Dominique heard it as well. "You I'll deal with later, little Miss Carol. Yes, if you think of it as a 'spanking skirt', it would indeed by highly unusual for a Mistress to wear ... if you think of it as an "I've got a beautiful, soft, womanly ass and I love having it touched and feeling it touched skirt', then there's no problem at all."

She got up and turned away from Harry and Margo, bending to offer them the chance.

Margo's hand slid up her flawless right cheek. "Oh God Harry, if I had this ass..."

Harry reached over and stroked the left cheek. "You'd leave the house even less often than you do now ... which could be bad as I'd be staying home with you and then who'd go to work?" Kelly let his cock fall from her mouth and asked with her eyes if she could touch it. "May Kelly touch?"

Dominique laughed, "From what I saw of Kelly she can do anything she likes to my ass."

As Kelly reached to touch it, Nicki rolled over and scooted up, preparing to kiss Dominique's ass, but Margo brought her up short.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I ... I was ... I'm sorry, Madam," Nicki said.

"Go find Angela and request some towels, you know what to get. I'm through with you for the time being."

Nicki found her lip quivering and eyes watering as she went to find Angela, and she wasn't at all sure she understood why.

A few moments later, while Dominique was drawing praise for her ass from Eddie and Karen, Margo straightened her skirt and turned to her husband.

"Have I told you lately that you are the most wonderful man on the planet?" she said, pivoting on the bench so she could cuddle in his arms and kiss him.

"No, but that's alright, you've already paid me the highest compliment you ever can ... you've married me," he said. At that Kelly began to nod fiercely ... Harry's cock still in her mouth. "Whoa, that's interesting ... I should be careful what I say when I'm being blown."

"Always, Harry, always," said Eddie.

"Kelly," Margo said, "take a hike."

Kelly laughed and emerged from under the table, finally able to enjoy her drink.

"Harry," Margo said as she straddled him, "make love to me."

Julie Elliott was running late and it had taken Tattie threatening to throw her into the koi pond to get her out of the house at all.

She didn't know what had happened between Tattie and Vashti, but it had been good, for both of them. The news of Yuri however, continued to be bad.

The boy still defied any attempt to reach him. He was subject to fierce outbreaks of violent panic, mouth open in the rictus of a scream that made no sound and as they had discovered, there seemed to be no pattern as to what set some of them off.

Some of the triggers Vashti knew, such as baths, which were a no-no, only showers, and very light ones at that. Too much water was a major trigger. He explained Yuri's constant crouching posture to them, and that it was bad to try and straighten him out. Those two Julie and Tattie understood. He'd been tortured with water at some point and the curled position was a defensive posture, protecting his front.

But how could they understand his outburst the day before? They had all been sitting on the patio in the shade of the house after their afternoon snack, watching the clouds drift by, Yuri staring vacantly up at the sky. They'd been doing so for about fifteen minutes when suddenly Yuri went into full panic mode and tried to run back into the house through the dining room windows. Only Vashti tackling him to the patio floor had stopped him and that had led to a trip to the minor emergency clinic as Vashti had taken the brunt of the fall and gashed open his shoulder on a paving stone.

And the panic outbursts were becoming more frequent.

It was things like that that made Julie reticent to leave Tattie alone with the boys. It was like leaving a fellow soldier alone in the minefield while she went on R&R. But Tattie had insisted.

And Julie knew she needed time off the front lines. She was stressed and she was incredibly horny ... from what Carol had said about the club, maybe she could get some help with that.

When she was shown to Margo's table she hadn't known what to expect. What she found was beyond anything she'd ever dreamed of.

Eddie and Karen introduced her around as Margo and Harry were very busy. She ended up sitting between Patricia and Jerome, talking with the two young newcomers.

Billy hit the floor, taking the majority of the impact on his arms and crutches. He should have seen it coming; he knew that Morgan and his people were assholes. Unfortunately, he hadn't been paying attention, so the outstretched foot had caught him by surprise and down he went.

"Oh ... oh I'm sorry, Billy," Morgan said as he crouched over him in mock concern. "Perhaps you should watch where you're going more carefully ... inattentive slaves get into trouble.

"Or perhaps you should give up and go find a ball team that needs another third base."

"Master Morgan," Billy said, "your wit continues to be as the pearlescent-hued belly of the most regal serpent to ever slither upon the earth."

Carol's ears had heard the fall ... something in the voice she heard very soon afterwards was familiar ... and the next voice she heard she knew very well.

"At least I can slither, crip!"

"Oh sir, once again, your wit shines like a candle in an oxygen-less chamber in the deepest hole of the belly of the world."

"You little shit-"

"That'd be coming from a big shit, would it Morgan?" Carol said as she walked over and stood by Billy, sprawled on the floor.

"Quiet, slave! I wasn't speaking to you and a big, grown man like Billy doesn't need a little gutter-slut to do his fighting for him. He can get his ass handed to him all on his own."

"YOU FAT, SMELLY, ARROGANT, SLAVE-RAPING PIECE OF SHIT!"

"Aw fuck, here we go," Eddie said. "No time for love, Dr. Jones."

"Put it back in the pants, Harry," Karen added, "sounds like our kind of party after all."

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Harry said. He was already off the dais, buttoning up his pants as he strode across the floor, catching up with Eddie and Karen easily.

"No you're not, Harry, I've seen your 'Goofy' face before and that ain't it," Karen replied.

Margo found herself motioning to Angela to bring her towels as she was leaving a mess on the bench while she watched the iron fist of House Chorale move across the club like a bullet.

Morgan's face was red with fury. If the club had been owned by someone with a proper sense of propriety he'd have back-handed the little slut across the room by now. But as it wasn't ... he forced himself to play nice.

"I see ... you have a collar ... who do I speak to ... about having you punished ... for your insolence?"

"That would be me," Harry said. Getting a quick read on the situation he knelt down to help Billy up as Eddie and Karen loomed menacingly on either side of him and Carol.

"Are you alright?" he asked the handsome young man.

"Yes Master, I am," Billy said as he got his crutches back under him.

"Carol, take this young man back to our table and make sure he's alright."

"Yes sir."

"Now sir, I believe you and I had some business together concerning the punishment of my property. As I have sent her back to our table in escort for the young man who had an accident here, would you care to join us there and witness her chastisement?"

"Yes I would," Morgan said, puffing up with his own importance. He took the leashes of the three disreputable-looking women at his table and followed as Harry and the others led him back.

Once back at their table Morgan's surprise was evident, but he managed to avoid saying anything to reveal it.

"House Blackpool greets House Cornelius and" he read the card, still on the table, "House Chorale."

Madame Cornelius ignored his greeting and Harry and Margo took their cue from her.

Dominique grabbed a passing waitress and sent her running to the light board operator.

Harry went straight to business. As the lights slowly rose, illuminating the three tables he said, "Madame Cornelius, might I borrow the center of your table? I require the straps that hang there."

"Certainly Master Grimes, what is mine is yours," she answered in a loud and carrying voice.

"Carol, get up there and take hold of those straps, stretch yourself out."

He went to the duffel bag Eddie had carried in with all their toys and personal effects and pulled out a long crop, looked at questioningly, then laid it on the table. "Too short."

Carol hung in the rising lights, naked but for the skirt and sandals.

Harry pulled out a paddle, held it up in the light and examined it. "Too soft," he said and put it on the table.

Dominique watched, barely able to believe what she was seeing ... and not sure exactly what she was seeing.

Finally Harry pulled out a long and wicked cat o' nine tails, slashed it through the air with a dramatic swing of his arm, putting his whole shoulder into it.

"This will be sufficient I think," he said, bounding up the steps and on to the center table, fighting hard to, and succeeding in, not showing any pain.

"So Master Morgan, he said, managing to slur the short 'a' in 'Master' almost to the short 'i' in 'Mister', "my slave called you what?"

Morgan answered but a sudden coughing fit from Eddie drowned him out.

"I'm sorry good sir; could you repeat that, a little louder?"

"She called me a fat, smelly, arrogant, slave-raping piece of shit!" Morgan exclaimed. For the first time he began to suspect that things were not truly going his way.

"She called you a fat, smelly, arrogant, slave-raping piece of shit?" Harry said loudly. "Sir, this will not be tolerated. Behold my avenging of your honor." He drew back the cat as if preparing to strike a mighty blow ... then reversed the handle, gently slid it between her legs and brought it back out, licked it and smiled.

"Oh, she will be traumatized for weeks, let me assure you. You may leave now, Morgan, and take your sluts with you. And if I were you, I'd wash them; I can smell their cunt-reek from here."

Their own table managed to hold its laughter as Morgan stalked back to his table, but a lot of the rest of the patrons close enough to have heard the exchange didn't even make the effort.