Chapter 41: A Night at the Club

Nina’s assistant passed a call to her early in the afternoon. “It’s your husband”, she said.

Nina picked up the phone and answered, “Hello, my love. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I don’t have a lot of time because I have to hit the road if I’m going to get there. Call your Mistress and tell her you’re not available tonight. Tonight, you’re with me.”

Nina couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice. “I’ve missed you so much. Are you going to be home for a while?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’ve got to turn around and go back out tomorrow morning, but I wanted to take this chance to see you. I’ve got something special in mind for this evening.”

“Oh? And I suppose you’re not going to tell me.”

“Nope. It’s a surprise, but I think it will prove to be enjoyable.” She could hear papers being moved around, then Scott said, “I’ve got to run. There’s someone I need to leave some instructions with, so I’ll see you at home.”

“Okay. Bye for now. I love you.” Nina could hear the line being dropped as she said the final words, so she didn’t know if Scott had heard her. She hung up the phone, wondering what Scott was planning, and was shaking her head as Joan walked into her office with a file.

When Joan saw the perplexed look on Nina’s face, she asked, “Something up, Boss? Hubby playing games?”

Nina gave a little grin, and said, “I’m not sure. Scott says he’s on his way home, which will be nice because I haven’t seen much of him lately, but he also says he’s got something planned for tonight, and won’t tell me what it is.”

“Ah, men. Can’t live with them, can’t have them killed, although sometimes you wish you could.”

Nina smirked and said, “Says the girl who only wants to date me, and not my husband.”

“Are we going to get that drink?”

“Nope. Definitely not tonight. Don’t take it the wrong way, but I think I have a much better offer.”

Joan giggled as she said, “A girl can dream, can’t she?” Before Nina could answer, she held out the file in her hand and started talking about the issue that had come up concerning the client in the file.

As Nina pulled into the driveway at home she was a little surprised to see Scott’s car already there. He must have made pretty good time, she thought.

When she entered the house, she got her second surprise of the evening as Scott was laying out plates and cutlery and wonderful smells were coming from the kitchen. She gave him a kiss on the cheek as she looked over the pots on the stove, then said she was going to get changed before supper. In response he looked at her outfit and told her to stay dressed as they were going out for the evening.

“Oh. Where are we going?”

“To a club I know. I want to take you there with me. I think you’ll find it interesting.”

“And I’m okay dressed like this? I’d really like to get these shoes off, though.”

“No. Leave them on. The rest of your outfit’s acceptable.” He turned back to the stove then said, “Supper’s ready, so let’s eat.”

They didn’t talk too much during supper, mainly about things at work, and Scott wouldn’t tell her anything more about where they were going. He simply repeated that they were going to a club that he knew, and that he was sure she would enjoy herself.

As soon as they had finished eating, Scott cleared the table and then came back to stand in front of Nina. “Before we go out, let’s have a look at this tattoo your Mistress gave you.” He reached for her hand to help her out of her chair, then lifted her up and sat her on the table. “Lift your skirt and spread your legs. Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

Nina followed his instructions and saw Scott’s eyes widen when the full tattoo was revealed. He put out a finger to lightly trace over the design, then looked Nina in the eye. “That’s quite the artwork. And your Mistress says it can be removed?”

“Yes. The woman who did it says she tested it on one of her staff, and that it will fade on its own after some time, or it can be completely eliminated in a day or so. Apparently, there’s a combination of a cream and a special light that breaks down the ink, and the body just absorbs it. My Mistress has the cream and the light, so I can get it any time.”

“Well, for your sake we better hope that’s true, or else you’ll be wearing that for a very long time.” His look softened after a moment, and he moved his hand to cup her face. “I’m not blaming you. I gave you to your Mistress and made you her slave for any time I’m away, so she had every right to mark you. I kind of wish she had gone for a piercing or two, since those will ultimately go away once the jewelry has been removed.” He leaned over and kissed her tenderly, then pulled back and helped her down off the table. “What’s done is done, so there’s no point in beating anyone up about it. Let’s get going to the evening’s entertainment.”

The club was located in what appeared to be an industrial park. There were quite a few cars in the parking lot in front of one building but everything else in the area was dark and quiet. Incongruously, there was an awning over the front door but no other indication as to what might be inside. Scott pressed a button beside the door, and a small opening appeared in the door. He said something to the person behind the door and showed them something that was in his hand.

The door opened, pushed by a very large man in a tuxedo. Scott took Nina’s elbow and guided her through into a dark vestibule. As the door closed behind them, a beautiful young woman appeared in front of them. She was dressed in a very short and very loose piece of gauzy black material that seemed to be attached to a metal ring that circled her neck. The material was thin enough that Nina was sure that the woman would appear to be naked if the lighting had been any brighter.

As they followed the young woman down the hallway, Nina began to wonder about what kind of ‘club’ this might be. She was actually a little afraid to ask anything as she wasn’t sure how Scott would react in this situation. They reached what looked like a cloakroom with small lockers on all four walls. Nina was reminded of the locker room at Gretchen’s gym and a small tickle of trepidation began in her mind.

The young woman stood to one side, quietly observing. Nina didn’t know what her role in things was to be but her continued presence wasn’t reassuring. Her concern turned to fear when Scott turned to her and said, “Give me your blouse.”

Nina’s mouth dropped open. “Wh-what?”

“Give me your blouse.”

“Scott ... what kind of place is this?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Now, give me your blouse, or else I’ll take it off you, and it might get torn in the process.” He held his hand out, his eyes locking on to hers with an unblinking stare.

Nina didn’t move her hands for a moment, her eyes caught by the intensity of Scott’s glare. She felt trapped, finally looking at the other woman, wondering if she was about to be clothed in a similar manner. Scott cleared his throat and her gaze swung back to meet his, his hand still outstretched waiting for her blouse.

Her fingers felt numb as she lifted her hands to the buttons. There weren’t many buttons to deal with; the blouse was short, ending just at her waist and of course it was open to the level of her nipples. When the last button popped free Nina pulled the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, then handed it to Scott. She noted that the other woman’s eyes were drawn to her bare breasts but she didn’t move to cover them, not wanting to annoy Scott.

Scott turned to hang the blouse in one of the lockers, being very careful with it. He turned back to Nina, enjoying the sight of her partial nudity and her nervousness. “Now the skirt.”

Nina looked like she was about to say something, and for a moment she froze in place. She quickly realized that protesting would likely do her no good. With a shake of her head she popped the button at her waist and lowered the zipper. She held the skirt in one hand as it dropped down her legs and she carefully stepped out of it, then handed it to Scott. He took the same care with it as he had shown her blouse and it also disappeared into the locker. He closed the locker and snapped its lock shut, pocketing the key that was in the lock.

He turned back to her, seeing her nervousness but enjoying the view of her nudity. Nina was a little surprised that he hadn’t requested her shoes or her stockings; that reality made her even more nervous. Unconsciously she moved into the kind of pose that Gretchen would want: her legs spread to shoulder width and she clasped her hands behind herself. Scott saw her do this and gave her a ghost of a smile.

The young woman had moved over to another locker and she looked over at Scott with a question on her face. “Colour?”

“Red,” came the single word answer.

She approached Scott holding a red leather collar in her hand. When Nina saw it and recognized it for what it was, her eyes flew wide open and she involuntarily gasped. Scott glared at her, saying nothing as he held out a hand to the other woman. She placed the collar across his palm and stepped back.

He stepped up until Nina could feel her nipples scraping across his shirt and stared into his eyes as he raised the collar to her neck. He positioned it, holding it in place with one hand while he moved her hair out of the way, then reached around her to buckle the collar and adjust it to fit her neck.

He took a small step back then grabbed the collar by the big ring in its front, pulling up on it and forcing Nina to look at him. “For the rest of the night, I am ‘Master‘ and you have no name. Understood?”

For the first time in her life a collared Nina looked at her husband and said, “Yes, Master.” She wasn’t sure if she liked the sensation that went through her but she did feel a vibration go down her back. She felt an answering vibration in her pussy, one that made her wonder if she was afraid or aroused.

The young woman had moved away and returned with a pair of cuffs. Scott took them and turned back to Nina. “Hands.” She quickly moved her hands in front of her and watched Scott as he fastened the cuffs on her wrists. He wasn’t as smooth with them as Gretchen would be and inwardly she felt better knowing that Scott was somewhat of a novice at this. Had he seemed like an expert she would have been concerned about where, and with whom, he had been getting his training and practice.

He moved behind her and Nina put her hands once again behind herself, anticipating his next requirement. She felt the click as he clipped the cuffs together, knowing that now she was naked, likely to be put on display to a room full of strangers and unable to do anything about it.

The other woman had once again moved to one locker and now returned holding a small wicker basket. “Limits or exceptions, Sir?” She offered the basket to Scott.

“Let’s see what we’ve got.” He sorted through the contents of the basket, picking various things up and then tossing most of them back. Nina could hear a clinking noise but had no idea what Scott was looking at. His back was to her, blocking her view of things. He finally turned and reached for the ring on her collar then snapped on whatever he was holding in his hand. Nina could hear a metallic noise as he clipped the objects in place; from the slight rattle they sounded like dog tags. She was completely confused as to what they might be.

Wordlessly he held out his hand and the young woman placed a leash in it. He added that to the ring on her collar, then started toward the door of the locker room, with Nina having no choice but to follow him. As they came abreast of the young woman, she lifted an eyebrow to Scott in a silent question. He smiled at her and nodded, then said, “Thank you for your assistance.”

Scott stepped aside and allowed the woman to move up to Nina. Her hands lifted each of Nina’s breasts and then squeezed them very firmly. The next target were Nina’s nipples which she pulled and rolled until they were quite hard. Nina was used to this kind of abuse of her breasts but she was a little surprised at the strength of the young woman’s grip. One hand released the breast it had been holding and slid down over her ribs and across her belly, aiming for her pussy.

The hand covered her pussy and squeezed, then the middle finger moved into her folds, at first questing downward to her opening, into which it delved all the way. When the finger was wet it slid back up until it found her clit under its hood. The finger rubbed over the little button quite harshly, more like the way that a man would handle the sensitive bundle of nerves. Nina’s hips kicked out involuntarily as the flash of sensation hit her rather suddenly. A small cry escaped her throat. She was suddenly desperate to let the finger have its way, hoping for an orgasm, knowing that it wasn’t likely.

After a few more seconds and well before Nina could get to the point of release, the young woman stepped away and smiled at Scott. She brought her wet finger to her lips, sucking it in to taste Nina’s arousal, then said, “Thank you, Master. She is beautiful, and hot, and now she is wet and waiting for you to use her.”

“You’re very welcome and thank you.” Scott took up the slack in Nina’s leash and led her out of the locker room and further down the dark hallway. They came out into a large, high-ceilinged room. There were several dozen people milling about, mostly in pairs or small groups. Nina could see many naked women, generally collared and cuffed like herself. There were also several women wearing severe black outfits, usually in leather. The outer edges of the room held a scattering of small tables and chairs, and there were also a few armchairs and a couple of small couches. Some of these were occupied, typically by a man dressed like Scott, and usually with at least one naked woman kneeling beside him, or laying across his lap.

There were several women tied in various ways at different points in the room. None of them could prevent anything from happening to themselves, and Nina could see that many of them were being used for sex. They walked past a woman on her knees getting her throat viciously fucked by a large man. Beside her was a woman having her pussy eaten by a kneeling female slave; the slave was being spanked by another Master as she feasted on the pussy in her mouth.

Nina was suddenly afraid, wondering what might be about to happen to her. This was obviously some kind of sex club, likely a BDSM club given the cuffs and collars on all the slaves. Was Scott about to make her available for everyone else to use? Was he about to use some of the female slaves? What about his belief that anything beyond a blowjob was cheating?

As they wandered around the room seeing the various sex acts that were underway, they arrived at a point just off from the middle of the room. There was a chrome bar hanging in mid-air, just above Nina’s head. It was attached to a cable that disappeared out of sight toward the ceiling. Each end of the bar held various clips and carabineers. Nina had a sudden vision of herself being tied to the bar. Her fear escalated when Scott stepped behind her and unclipped her cuffs, then raised one hand to the bar. She heard and felt a click and pulled experimentally on her hand. It was firmly attached to the bar, and was quickly followed by the other hand.

While her hands were held up in the air, they weren’t high enough to put any strain on her shoulders. In fact, she could bend her knees a little so she hadn’t been hoisted into the air—at least not yet. She was now on full display to anyone who might happen to come by. She didn’t know if that mattered too much but she certainly wasn’t happy to see another girl beside her, also tied to an overhead bar. This girl was being fucked very hard by a Master. Nina didn’t think that the Master was the one who had brought the girl to the club because there was another Master standing a few feet away, closely watching the coupling.

She realized that she was staring and looked away. The problem of staring also went away as a blindfold descended across her eyes, cutting her off from seeing anything, but heightening her concern about what was going to happen to her. Scott’s fingers made sure the blindfold was tight, then left her face. He moved her hands until they were gripping the bar she was clipped to, and then she heard footsteps moving away from her. Had he just left her? In fact, Scott had moved only a few feet away and was carefully watching her, although her blindfold prevented her from knowing that.

Nina twisted her head frantically but the blindfold stayed in place, isolating her from anything visual. She almost wished her hearing had been taken away as she could hear the grunts and moans of the couple beside her; she wondered if that was to be her fate.

Her concerns seemed to be coming true as she felt hands gripping her breasts and squeezing quite hard. One hand let go of a breast and fumbled with whatever was on the front of her collar. A deep voice grunted, then muttered, “Well, that’s disappointing. I’ll bet you’ve got a sweet tight cunt.”

The hand must have moved from her collar to her pussy as she felt it rubbing over her mound. A finger pressed against her folds and moved toward her vagina, then she felt pressure as the finger worked its way into her. “Hmm, you are tight, and nice and wet.” The finger was thick and long and actually felt very good as it forced its way deeper into her channel. It moved around inside her for a few seconds and then pulled back, all the way out of her.

Scott found himself becoming aroused as he watched another man fondle his wife and slip a finger into her pussy. He saw a woman step up behind her, and watched as her arm swung back, readying the leather paddle she held. Scott felt his erection harden as he watched and heard the paddle connect with his wife’s buttocks, and saw her hunch forward to escape its sting.

Nina could still feel something just at her entrance. She hoped it wasn’t his cock, but was powerless to do anything about it. An instant later she felt a line of pain right across her ass and her hips shot forward, away from whatever had hit her. The movement forced her onto the thing that had been poised at her pussy, and in a blinding instant of arousal she realized that she had just fucked herself onto whatever had been at the entrance to her pussy. She hoped it wasn’t a cock, but it felt very thick and quite long.

She tried to work herself back from whatever was impaling her, but just as she felt herself getting free another slash landed on her ass and she jumped forward once more. This time the thing in her moved and separated, and she realized with relief that it was only fingers and not a cock. She felt one of the fingers curl toward her G-spot at the same time as what must have been a thumb started rubbing over her clitoris.

The dual assault on her senses made her moan and her hips pushed toward the invading fingers and tried to increase the pressure on her clit. Another slash across her ass made her push forward again, and she heard the man in front of her give a rough laugh. “That’s it slut. Fuck yourself. If you want to come you’re going to have to work for it.” After another stripe of pain on her rear he laughed again. “Think your ass can take it?”

A young slave, one of the many that were wandering around the floor, suddenly appeared beside Scott. She followed his gaze, watching Nina’s erotic torture. One arm circled his waist while her other hand found his rampant cock and squeezed it firmly. He heard her breathy voice in his ear. “She is very beautiful Master and this slave can see that she turns you on. Would you allow this slave to deal with the problem she has caused for you?” Her hand was moving along his cock as she spoke and Scott knew that she could probably make him come in his pants if he didn’t do something about it. Scott grabbed the hand on his cock and used it to roughly pull the slave over toward a table at one side of the room.

Meanwhile, Nina was moving almost involuntarily as her body sought the release of an orgasm. Her hips were punching in and out as her pussy slid back and forth on the fingers in her depths and her reddened rear responded to the strokes of the strap or paddle that was being used on her. Whoever was behind her was wielding the implement in a rhythm that had her climbing rapidly toward that orgasm. Nina had thought she wouldn’t be allowed to come since Gretchen always made her work for any orgasm.

The thumb on her clit nearly mashed it flat as she hunched forward in response to another stroke from the person behind her. The fingers went all the way in again and the combination of the two tipped her over the edge into a massive orgasm. She moaned loudly and all the strength in her legs left her, forcing herself even more into the hand at her pussy.

The person behind her moved up close to her and arms reached around to grab her breasts, holding her tightly in place as the fingers began to drive in and out of her harshly. Each time they moved deeply into her channel the thumb smashed her clit and she quickly came for a second time in response. She was sweating and breathing raggedly as the two orgasms overwhelmed her.

The hand finally slowed and the fingers slowly withdrew from her flesh, leaving her hanging limply from the bar, trying to recover. She could hear a sucking noise quite close to her ear and realized that whoever was behind her was now cleaning the fingers of her juices. As her senses cleared she realized that she could feel a pair of soft breasts against her back. The person who had been spanking her was a woman!

That was confirmed when a soft feminine voice in her ear said, “You come very hard and you taste wonderful.” The grip on her breasts turned into a firm massage. “I really love these tits, too. Your Master is a very lucky person.”

The man in front laughed and said, “No, she hasn’t got a Master. This tattoo on her puss says she belongs to Gretchen. Maybe that’s why she can’t be fucked.”

“Too bad,” said the woman. “I would have enjoyed eating your cum from her pussy and seeing how she tasted on your cock.”

The man laughed again. “Come my horny little slut. Let’s see what other tasty treats can be found, and maybe you can get your wish.”

“Yes, Master.” The hands on Nina’s breasts gave them another firm squeeze, then pulled her nipples as the voice in her ear said, “I enjoyed reddening your ass, slut. Maybe next time I can whip these beautiful tits.” Her tongue licked Nina’s ear and was gone as the hands left her breasts. She felt a final caress of her now tender ass and the mysterious slave was gone.

Scott was still watching Nina closely as he stood with the young slave. The young girl was quite lovely and had a very good figure, with pert breasts and a round ass. He ran a hand over that ass and squeezed it, smiling as he realized how firm it was. The slave smiled at him in response and started to once again reach for his cock.

He allowed the girl to grip him once more, then asked her, “What limits do you have?”

“None, Master. This slave is freely available to anyone here, for whatever purpose.”

“Excellent. Help me undress.”

The young girl nearly shivered with delight and arousal as she started tugging on Scott’s belt. “Oh, is Master going to fuck this slave? This slave would really like that. Master has what feels like a nice cock, and this slave knows it would like her pussy.”

She was on her knees helping him out of his shoes and socks, with his pants pooled around his ankles. “Well, you might get to come, but it won’t be on my cock. I can’t fuck you, although I’m sure the experience would be wonderful.”

Nina was left by herself for several minutes, although various unseen hands touched parts of her body. Her ass was squeezed or caressed repeatedly, and her breasts and pussy were felt by any number of hands. Some were large and rough, but there were also soft hands with long fingernails. Fingers explored her engorged pussy, and sometimes played over her rampant clit but no one seemed to want to fuck her.

She was glad of this, but also began to wonder if one of the things that Scott had clipped to her collar had something to do with that. On more than one occasion a hand had fumbled with her collar, and then the owner of the hand had cursed or muttered something and moved on. She was hearing the sounds of fucking all around her, so she knew that the activity was not generally banned but still wondered why no one had attempted to take her in the same manner.

The young slave was still on her knees as she raised a questioning look toward Scott. He put his shirt and jacket on the table as he sat down on the chair and motioned the slave toward him. She moved between his legs, her hands coming to rest on his thighs as he spread his legs.

“I can’t fuck you because I have a pact with my wife but blowjobs aren’t considered a transgression.” The slave smiled widely as she realized that she would at least get to demonstrate her oral talents to this handsome Master with a very nice cock. One hand quickly reached out to firmly grasp that cock and her mouth opened in preparation for sliding deeply down that cock. Before she could make contact, Scott’s hand shot out to cup her chin and raise her head so that their eyes met.

“I appreciate the eagerness but there are some rules to this blowjob.” Her brows knitted together in confusion as he clarified. “You can suck and lick and nibble. I won’t even mind feeling your teeth, as long as you do it gently. You can deep-throat me if you are able but regardless of what you do, keep in mind that your goal is to tease me, not finish me. The object is to keep me hard and ready to fuck that beautiful slave that I was watching. I intend to come inside her pussy. If I come in your mouth, I will have no choice but to punish you.” He paused to let all that sink in, and felt her head nod in his hand. “Do you understand the rules, and accept the possible consequences?”

“Yes, Master. I understand what you’re looking for and I will accept the punishment if I fail.” She straightened up a little, and gave his cock a squeeze as her hand had never left it. “This cock will not come in my mouth, regardless of how much I would enjoy that. I’ll bet that Master’s cum tastes very good.”

Scott released his grip on her chin and her mouth immediately made contact with the head of his penis, followed by her tongue licking firmly from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. He inhaled sharply at the flood of sensations and leaned back in his chair to better enjoy the young girl’s skill.

As Scott watched, another couple approached Nina although this time it appeared that the woman was in charge and her male companion was the slave. He sat down in front of Nina as his Mistress checked the tags on Nina’s collar, smiling and nodding as she saw the limits imposed. She moved behind Nina and Scott could see her pull a crop from a scabbard built into her high leather boots. As the slave’s hands moved between Nina’s legs, Scott watched as the crop tapped the insides of her thighs, letting her know that she should widen her stance.

When her legs were wide enough apart, the slave slid his hands up the backs of her thighs and cupped the cheeks of her ass. The slave used his purchase to help him pull up a bit and he stuck his tongue out, then ran it from her anus all the way through her labia and up over her clit. Scott could see Nina’s reaction to this as her hips pushed out to meet his tongue. The Mistress gave her a couple of swats on the insides of her thighs and laughed a little cruelly. She could see that Nina was expecting another pass of the slave’s tongue.

“If you want to get licked, my little slut, you’re going to have to help. You’re going to have to work for it. He’s going to stick his tongue out but you have to do everything else. Crouch down and you can probably reach that wonderful tongue with your horny little pussy.” She laughed again as she saw Nina starting to reposition herself. “And by the way, I’m here to encourage you.” Her slave moved his hands lower on Nina’s thighs and his Mistress delivered a couple of stinging swats to Nina’s ass and the tops of her thighs.

Scott could see that the Mistress wasn’t being truly cruel with the crop, so he made no move to intervene. Nina’s reaction to the strokes was mainly to hunch her hips forward in search of the slave’s tongue, and Scott could see that she was being rewarded as his face got increasingly wet with her juices. This orgasm, if it happened, would require Nina’s active participation whereas the previous one had largely been forced upon her.

For his part, the young slave in front of him was now sucking each of his balls into her mouth and laving them with her tongue. Her hand was gently stroking and jerking his cock, keeping him steel hard but not at the edge of an orgasm. He wished he could let her take him all the way, as he was sure he would enjoy the experience. Maybe next time.

Nina was working hard for the orgasm she was searching. Her hips were humping back and forth, desperately trying to keep contact with the slave’s mouth. The Mistress was almost acting as a punisher, for every time that Nina missed the slave’s mouth or tongue, the Mistress would give her a fairly sharp stroke with the crop.