I don't know how much further this would have gone had we not then arrived at the club. It was down a dimly lit side street, which fortunately had some parking. Over the entrance was a small, discreet neon sign announcing 'Straps'. Inside a girl in a very short skirt and skimpy top charged us a rather inordinate fee for entrance. We passed through a door into a large room, filled with music but not a lot of people. The lights were low. Up at one end was a small bar, which disappointingly proved to sell only soft drinks and coffee. While we huddled together, getting our bearings, we were approached by a large, fat man. I say fat; he was hugely overweight, though that was scarcely the least of his off-putting features. He had a long, unkempt beard and the lank, greasy hair that hung around his head looked as if it had not been washed in a month. He wore a grubby t-shirt and jeans. Not one of the beautiful people, I thought.
This person greeted us as if he were the host, and for all I know he was. He bade us welcome, asked where we were from, and assured us we had come to the right place if we wanted a good time. Hanging on his arm was a girl as small as he was large, naked except for a skimpy pair of black knickers. In one hand the man held some kind of electrical device (I've since discovered it's called a Violet Wand), with which he delivered electric shocks to various parts of the girl's anatomy. Each time it was applied she gave a little squeal and then giggled.
Matthew seemed much taken with the device the fat man wielded, and watched fascinated as he poked it at the little girl, prodding her breasts and her belly, even trying to insert it between her legs, though she wriggled and squealed so much that he could not succeed.
'Perhaps,' Matthew said, 'you'd like to try that out on our little girl here.'
I was, I confess, somewhat taken aback that Matthew would offer up such a pretty girl as Beth to such an ogre. Pilar too looked surprised. I wasn't sure what was running through Matthew's mind, though I had an idea. As I have suggested, he was slowly becoming stricter in his control of Beth, or rather in his desire to control her, because she for her part was becoming more resistant, not only in the matter of dating, but in other, more minor ways. She argued with him more, complained more, and had fits of sulking. I think it possible that in offering her up to the tender mercies of this gross fellow Matthew thought he might teach her a lesson about who she belonged to and what the rights of her owner were.
The man gave a leer and, releasing the little slut he had been tormenting, grabbed hold of Beth by the arm.
'Take off your top, Beth,' Matthew ordered. Beth looked at him as if, for a moment, she was considering defiance. But even though she could not have relished the attentions of such an unattractive man, nevertheless her desire to be always at the centre of attention got the better of her. She could see that we were all watching intently, and that she had been thrust into the starring role, the previous object of the fat man's jabs and thrusts with his prod having been cast aside.
Beth gave a nervous laugh and pulled her sweater over her head, giving it to me. The man's eyes lit up when he saw Beth's pretty young breasts. He was a strong brute and he got her in a grip which pinioned both her hands behind her back, still leaving him with one arm free, which held the Wand. He touched it against Beth's left nipple and she gave a yelp. I don't know how much it hurt. It wasn't a scream, just the sort of noise someone would make when they are nervous, when it's more the fear of how bad the pain will be rather than the pain itself. The man touched the Wand to her other nipple and Beth jumped, half squealing and half giggling. The four of us looked on somewhat apprehensively. We certainly weren't about to see Beth caused any serious pain. But Matthew seemed determine to let the man have his way with her, at least to find out how far things might go.
Matthew stepped forward and quickly unzipped Beth's skirt, pulling it down over her ankles. He gave it to me, to keep with her sweater. Beth was now naked except for her little pair of blue knickers, a thong hardly big enough to cover her sex. The fat man touched the Wand to Beth's belly, just below her navel. She squeaked. He touched it again. She tried to wriggle away from him but it was useless; he was far too strong. The man put the Wand against the top of Beth's thigh. I could see that he intended to trail it all the way up to the top of her thigh and force it into her crotch, as he had tried to do with his previous victim. I couldn't bear the thought of this grotesque, sweaty, greasy man doing anything so invasive, so intimate, to our owned girl. I decided to cause a distraction.
'Let me feel it too,' I said. I lifted up my skirt, turned my back and thrust my bottom out, inviting the man to touch me with the Wand. I felt a sudden sharp sting on my left buttock. I don't know that I liked it very much. If I'm going to get pain, there are several ways I'd prefer instead of electric shock treatment, though clearly the fat man thought it was great fun.
'What else have you got?' I asked, wanting to find some alternative to the prod.
'Back in a minute,' he said, and disappeared.
Beth was looking a bit nonplussed, perhaps taken aback at having been offered as a sacrifice to this monster. Pilar gave her a little hug and whispered something reassuring in her ear. Matthew and Aidan were locked in conversation. The fat man reappeared, carrying a large wooden paddle.
'Can't go wrong with this,' he said enthusiastically. 'Who's first?'
Matthew pushed Beth towards him. It seemed he wasn't through with offering Beth up. I thought he must be getting something out of this, some perverse pleasure in forcing Beth to submit to being groped and punished by someone she could not possibly have felt any sexual attraction to. Obviously the more unappealing the man was, the greater the humiliation for Beth.
The man caught hold of her and gave her bottom a squeeze. Then he propelled her over to a corner in which stood a wooden bench with a padded leather top. He pushed Beth down across the bench.
'We need to strap her up for this,' the man said. There were leather buckles at the four corners of the bench for wrists and ankles.
'No need,' said Matthew quickly. 'I'll hold her down for you.'
Matthew caught hold of her wrists and held them tight. The huge man stepped behind Beth, raised his hand and brought it down sharply. The paddle struck Beth firmly on the behind, being big enough to impact both buttocks at once. Beth gave a little cry. I confess I was somewhat concerned; if this man got out of control he could do our poor girl a serious injury. He raised his arm again and once more the paddle struck Beth. It made a kind of 'thwack' sound. Beth gasped. From the look on Matthew's face, he was enjoying it. Despite Beth's liking for being always at the centre of the action, I thought she didn't want much more of this, but the man continued, whacking Beth with a slow steady rhythm. I could see the cheeks of her bottom, left bare by the tiny thong which covered no more than the slit of her ass, were going a dark shade of pink. She would have bruises in the morning if this went on much longer.
By this time several other people had crowded round to watch, which I was sure could only serve to increase Beth's humiliation. I glanced at Pilar and could see that she, like me, was concerned lest things go too far. Fortunately, Matthew decided that enough was enough; he let go of Beth's wrists, got her to her feet and gave her a hug. The five of us moved away into another room; the fat man drifted away, presumably to look for another defenceless victim.
In one corner was a naked man in a cage. There was no one nearby and I was curious who had put him there and why, so I engaged him in conversation.
'Mistress has put me here for the evening,' he said. 'I expect she's somewhere around getting fucked.'
'She leaves you here while she goes off with other men?'
'I'm a cuckold,' the man said. 'I have no choice.'
'You poor man,' I said. He didn't seem very happy about things; but perhaps he wasn't meant to be.
'Do you get your reward later?' I asked him.
'No,' he said. 'I'll probably get a whipping when we get home, then she'll leave me tied up all night.'
I shivered at the thought. 'Oh dear,' I said.
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'I'm supposed to ask people who see me to hurt me in some way. Pinch me or slap me or squeeze my balls.'
'Oh, I don't think I could do that,' I said. 'I'm sorry.'
The man looked disappointed. We went into another room, where a woman was tied to a wooden cross, being flogged by a man in a black leather mask. She was making a lot of noise, gasps and grunts, but I think she was enjoying it. In a corner of the room there were several large hooks hanging from the ceiling, on pulleys. Nearby were some leather cuffs for wrists and ankles. Matthew decided to put the cuffs on Beth and then hook her up to the ceiling. When she was secured he and Aidan pulled on the chains that supported the hooks and Beth was raised up above head height, face down. Before he buckled up the cuffs, Matthew had slipped off her thong, so that now she was suspended from the ceiling completely naked. Several people gathered round, attracted by this spectacle. Some of them started asking Matthew questions about Beth. He explained our arrangement with her, how she was an owned girl, cared for by him and his wife, how she was used sexually by each of us but was not allowed relations with others except with our consent. People wanted to know how long this had lasted, if she was our first owned girl, if Beth had ever done this with other couples, and one girl, her face earnest and concerned, questioned Beth carefully, wanting to know how she felt about the whole thing, whether she was happy and fulfilled, was this something she would recommend to other girls? Beth gave positive responses.
After a while Matthew took Beth down. We wandered around, Beth still naked, the rest of us clothed. In yet another room there were several alcoves, each with a red curtain across the opening. I peeped round one of them. On a couch a large, powerfully-built woman was being serviced from behind by one man, while she sucked the cock of a man who knelt in front of her. It occurred to me that this might be the mistress who had shut the man up in the cage.
We came back to the room we had been in initially. Matthew told Beth to get back on the bench. This time he did up the straps for wrists and ankles, so that she was securely fastened down.
'We are going to take turns spanking you now, Beth,' he said. 'You shall experience four different styles of spanking. It will be interesting for you.'
I could see that Beth's bottom was still pink from her earlier experience. I hoped the others weren't going to be too hard on her. Matthew asked Pilar to go first. The paddle the fat man had used was still to hand. Pilar picked it up and swung it at Beth's bottom. It landed with a loud crack. Beth squirmed against her bonds. I could see that though Pilar had no desire to do any real damage, yet she took her task seriously. She was, after all, a submissive herself; she knew what submissive girls needed. Spanking wasn't meant to be a jokey sort of thing, done for a laugh. It was a test of a girl's willingness to obey, to submit to the one who had power over her. Pilar was enough of a switch to enter into the spirit of things.
She took aim again at Beth's bottom and delivered a second blow. Beth gasped. I could see her trying to look round, wanting to know what sort of expression was on Pilar's face. Was this girl determined to impose her own authority on Beth, or was she merely spanking Beth because a male dom had asked her to do so? Pilar submitted to her husband, but perhaps that was as far as it went. Perhaps she regarded herself as a kind of alpha sub, desirous of lording it over other subs. As it happened, Beth was eventually to find the answer to this question, although not on this particular evening.
Pilar relinquished the paddle to her husband. I knew from what Beth had said about him, and from what I had learned in my brief acquaintance with Pilar, that Aidan was a resolute and persuasive dom. Submissive girls responded readily to his personality. Beth was no exception. She had, you will remember, already been spanked and fucked by him on a previous occasion. Now he wielded the paddle with purpose and precision, striking the centre of Beth's bottom with firm, decisive strokes. She turned to look back at him, as if pleading for a little mercy. I could see that by now her bottom was bright pink, the earlier spanking from the fat man having left its mark and now being augmented by a fresh assault.
After a couple of dozen strokes, Aidan passed the paddle to Matthew. Beth looked round again. Matthew said something to her I couldn't hear, then commenced spanking her bottom. By now it had gone a deeper hue, a deep rosy pink, with patches that were almost purple. I couldn't help admiring Beth's fortitude. I liked a spanking myself now and again, but I couldn't take anything like as much as Beth could.
Matthew must have given her thirty or forty whacks with the paddle, and he wasn't playing games. Beth made a few noises, 'ouch' and 'oh' and some inarticulate sounds. At last Matthew was finished.
'Your turn,' he said to me, passing me the paddle.
I thought poor Beth had just about had enough. I put the paddle to one side. I stroked her bottom, feeling how hot it was, then slipped my hand between her legs. She was soaking wet. However much the spanking had hurt her, it had excited her even more. I gave her a few swats with my hand, enough to get her attention, but not causing her real pain, as the previous spankers had done.
Beth was unstrapped from the table. Aidan then ordered Pilar to take her place. She too was strapped down, her leather skirt pulled right up to expose her bottom, though she was allowed to keep her knickers on. Aidan used the paddle on her, several good solid strokes, turning her behind a delicate shade of pink. Then he passed the paddle to Matthew. I'm not sure whether offering Pilar to be spanked was simply a reciprocal gesture by Aidan to Matthew, in gratitude for being offered Beth, or whether it was Aidan's desire to assert his domination over Pilar, and perhaps demonstrate to the company what her status was; that she might be allowed to dominate Beth somewhat, but was herself subordinate to the two men. Maybe it was a bit of both. Quite what my status was in all this was less clear, and I made no effort to get it spelled out, preferring to observe for the most part rather than actively participate. That's in my nature, I suppose. It's true that after Matthew had finished giving Pilar several very firm swats with the paddle, he passed it to me. But as with Beth, I preferred to use my hand. I suspect that even though I scarcely hurt her, Pilar must have found being spanked by me even more humiliating than being publicly spanked by the two men.
That was about it, really. There seemed to be a consensus that the evening was concluded. Aidan undid Pilar's straps. I gave Beth back her skirt and sweater, but not her underwear. We left the club and got in the car, once again the two men up front, Beth sitting between Pilar and me.
I took Beth's hand in mine and smiled at her. Pilar took her other hand, but also put a hand up under her skirt, caressing her thighs. I looked down and watched Pilar's hand working under Beth's skirt. I glanced up to observe Bath's expression. Her eyes were closed. She was concentrating on what was being done to her. Pilar seemed to know exactly what was needed. After only about five minutes Beth called out to Matthew in the front.
'She's giving me an orgasm. Is it all right if I come, my owner?'
Matthew looked round, a little surprised. Pilar continued to work her hand between Beth's legs.
'Come now,' Matthew said suddenly.
Beth gave a low moan and I saw her thighs grip Pilar's hand and she shuddered.
When we got back to our apartment, Matthew said Beth should stay the night with us. Aidan and Pilar went off to their hotel. Matthew took Beth straight into the bedroom and quickly pulled off her sweater and skirt. He almost threw her down on the bed. I sat in a corner and watched as he fucked her, roughly, almost violently. I could see how much the events of the evening had excited him.
The next day Beth lingered in our apartment. Matthew had to go out. Beth and I sat drinking coffee. I asked her about the previous night. Hadn't she been rather repelled by the grossly fat and sweaty man who had abused her?
She laughed. 'Not my choice of partner,' she said. 'But I knew what it was all about. Matthew likes to humiliate me. He likes to remind me that he has all the power and can get me to do anything he wants. And making me submit to that
horrible man was one way of doing it.'
'So you let that fat guy spank you because you knew Matthew wanted it?'
'Of course. I was terrified Matthew would insist on going further, that he might make me suck the guy's cock. I think I would have thrown up at that point. Literally.'
'I'm glad I didn't have to see that,' I said.
Beth looked thoughtful. 'Has he ever made you do anything like that? Something disgusting, that repels you?'
'Not that I can recall,' I said.
'I wonder what it is about me. I seem to have some sort of hold on him. I make him want to do things he doesn't do with other people. I bring out something in his nature.'
Looking back, it is clear to me that Beth was proud of this. She thought she had something with Matthew that I didn't have, and that pleased her. At the time I just thought it was an innocent observation, a mere statement of fact. But I can see now that by this time Beth thought she had really got her hooks into Matthew. As a submissive girl, she was supposed to be responsive to his needs, to his wishes. But increasingly, I now think, she was working to make sure that she was, at base, the one in charge. She wanted to make Matthew want her; she enjoyed feeling her power to arouse him by more and more demonstrations of what he could do with her.
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