by Rose Nickol
Grant drove and Stacie sat in the back between Jake and Seth. Seth explained the rules to her again and Jake slipped his hand down between her legs. Finding her thong, he was not happy.
“What the fuck is this shit?” he demanded.
Startled at his reaction, Stacie wasn’t sure what she had done wrong. “I put a thong on. It matches, see?” she said, lifting her coat to show them.
“Who gave you a thong to put on?” Grant wanted to know from the front seat.
“I just grabbed one. You didn’t want me to go without, did you?”
“Yes!” all three men answered at once.
“Oh, well, nobody told me.” Stacie huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
Jake and Seth each pulled an arm and said, “We’ll have none of that. When you are handed something to wear, you put only what you are given on and nothing more, do you understand?” Jake was still angry and had reached up and pinched one of her nipples, hard.
Realizing that they hadn’t told her not to wear anything other than the dress, Seth knew he had to put a stop to this. “Jake, we didn’t tell her she couldn’t’ wear the thong,” he told his brother. “You need to calm down. Stacie can’t be expected to follow a rule she didn’t know about.” Looking at Stacie, he told her, “From now on, you wear only what we give you, okay?”
“Fuck, that hurt, ass! Why are you being mean to me?” Stacie now had a tear running down her face. This was supposed to be a night of fun and the men were acting so serious. All she had done was put on a pair of panties. It wasn’t the end of the world.
Jake looked down and realized that he had overreacted. He had to remember how new Stacie was. Leaning over, he took the throbbing nipples in his mouth, soothing the little nub. “Babe, I overreacted. I know this is all new to you,” he apologized.
“Honey, when one of your Doms tells you to do something, we expect you to do it. Since you are just learning, we won’t punish you too harshly, but you will be punished. After we look around the club for a while, we will take you to a private room and there we will administer some form of punishment. We will talk more about this in the club and we will explore the things you want to try and things that scare you.”
Right now, everything scares me, Stacie wanted to tell them, but she just bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. If she had known wearing panties was such a big deal, she wouldn’t have. Reaching down, she pulled the offending garment off and dangled it from one finger.
“There, are you happy now?” she asked in a sarcastic tone of voice.
“Babe, you just made it worse.” Jake shook his head at her.
“What did I fuck up now?” Stacie was getting tired of this. She had finally started to relax around the brothers and they could see the brattiness that had attracted them to her coming back. She had become quiet when her father was so ill. Before his illness, she hadn’t hesitated to tell them what she thought, and she was returning to that person. It was good to see, but she was racking up punishments faster than they could think of them.At the rate she was going, they would be spanking her every night for the rest of their lives.
“Stacie, you’re too much of a lady to be cursing like a ranch hand. We won’t put up with it. You won’t like the bar of soap we use or where it goes if you keep it up,” Seth told her. He was glad to see the feisty Stacie returning, but she needed to know there were boundaries and she wouldn’t like the consequences of her actions.
Seth was the strictest of the brothers and felt he had to set an example not only for his brothers, but also for Stacie. The first thing he had learned about BDSM was to let the sub know what the rules were and what he would and would not tolerate. He had never liked Stacie cursing, but other than shaking his head and ignoring her, had never said anything before she became theirs. Now they were starting a relationship, and she needed to know where she stood.
Grant pulled the car into the parking lot and turned to face Stacie and his brothers.
“Before we go in, a few more rules,” Seth started. “If you curse inside the club, you will be immediately—and I mean immediately—stripped and bent over for a spanking. Then we will take you to a room for further discipline. I don’t care where we are in the club, one curse word and your ass is mine. We are going to break this habit now.”
He was going to nip this behavior in the bud, regardless of what his brothers thought, and he could tell by their expressions that they thought he was being harsh. He’d deal with them later.
Stacie was starting to think that even though they called it play, this was not a game. She could tell Seth was pissed and could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. “I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t use those words anymore.” She hoped she could keep her promise. When she got mad or upset, things just came out of her mouth.
Seth’s face relaxed and he smiled at her. “Thank you, honey. I know you will try, and I respect that,” he told her as he reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand.
Stacie nuzzled her face into his hand and smiled back. Most of the tension left the truck, and things were back on track again. Maybe tonight would be fun after all.
They all got out of the truck and Grant held his arm around her to help her into the building. Once inside, Seth explained to the man at the desk that she was new and they needed a contract and list of the club rules for her to read. They then led her to a small seating area with a desk to read through the paperwork and fill out the forms.
Once all that was done, they helped her out of her coat and gave her the choice of continuing to wear the heels or to go barefoot.
Stacie was sure if she continued to wear the shoes she was going to break an ankle, and she gladly gave them to Jake to store in a locker with her jacket. She would have liked to keep the jacket—at least her ass would have been covered with it—but she wasn’t given that choice. She felt really naked without the panties.
Walking into the club with her men, her senses were assaulted with the sights, sounds, and smells. Loud music with a strong beat was playing, and she could smell sex in the air. The lighting was low, and she strained to look around. The men walked her up to the bar, where several bottles of water sat in a tub of ice. Grabbing a bottle and handing one to his brothers and her, Seth then led them to another seating area.
The men sat in comfortable-looking arm chairs and pointed to a pillow on the floor. “You can kneel there, baby,” Grant told her and showed her how to sit with her legs spread apart and her butt on her heels. They wanted her to drink the water, so they left her hands loose for now. Once she finished, she would be clasping her hands behind her back, Jake explained.
Stacie sat as instructed, absorbing the sights and sounds around her. Several people, men and women, came and spoke to the brothers, but none of them paid any attention to her. It was like she wasn’t there.
Eventually a man and woman came up. The man was dressed similar to what the brothers were wearing, and the woman was naked. Stacie was a little shocked and knew her eyes were wide. She quickly looked at the floor.
“Baby, this is Cecelia and her Master, Drake. Cece has been Master Drake’s sub for several years. You have permission to talk to her and ask any questions you want her to answer. We are all going over here to talk a few minutes and will leave you alone to visit with Cece. Do not leave this area and do not talk to anyone but her,” Grant explained.
Stacie nodded, still not comfortable, and continued looking at the floor.
Jake lifted her chin and leaned down, brushing her lips with his. “You’re doing fine, babe. Are you okay with Cece?”
“Yes, Sir,” Stacie answered quietly.
Jake gave her another kiss before all four men walked off.
Stacie didn’t know where to start and just continued looking at the same spot of the floor.
“Hi, how are you?” Cece started the conversation.
“I really don’t know how to answer that.” Stacie laughed. “‘Overwhelmed’ I guess would be the best answer.”<
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“First time in a club?”
“Yeah. I don’t know much about this stuff and got my ass reamed in the car for cussing and wearing panties,” she said, giggling.
“Yeah, most masters don’t tolerate that well. I’ve been punished for that more times that I want to think about.” Cece smiled and laughed.
Stacie relaxed and started to open up to the woman and asked several questions, which Cece answered and explained for her.
Suddenly, Cece’s eyes went wide and Stacie felt her arm being grabbed. Someone was pulling her to her feet.
“You, come with me. I will master you for the night.” The man that had grabbed her was big, but not as big as her men.
Before Stacie had time to protest, she had been pulled against a hard chest and Jake and Seth were dragging the man off, explaining that she was theirs and no one else would play with her. Drake had also grabbed Cece and was holding her close.
Grant sat in one of the chairs and pulled her onto his lap, holding her tight and murmuring into her ear, calming her with his words and body.
“Will they hurt him?” Stacie asked quietly.
“No, they are just going to talk to him and then take him to security. He broke several rules grabbing you like that, and the security men in the club will deal with him.”
“Will he be in trouble?” Stacie had been scared, but the man hadn’t really hurt her.
“If he’s new here, the rules will be reinforced and he might have his membership suspended for a time. It’s up to the security team and owners of the club to decide what to do with him.”
Jake and Seth were back and both squatted down in front of her to make sure she was okay and reassure her that they would not leave her alone again.
Within a few minutes, Stacie saw several men escorting the man that had grabbed her back toward them. The brothers were immediately defensive, and Jake and Seth quickly stood on either side of the chair Grant was holding her in. Stacie felt Grant tighten his hold.
The group walked up to them and one of the men stepped forward. “Stacie, this is Daniel Owens, one of the owners of the Dark Desires club,” Seth introduced the man. “The men with him are his partner, and his brother, Dustin. The other men are Rock Ramsey and Colton Andrews. They are in charge of security here at the club.” Each man extended his hand and shook Stacie’s as they were introduced.
“Stacie, this is Max Conners. He’s a new member of the club and wasn’t aware he was breaking any rules when he grabbed you,” Dustin explained to her.
Max stepped forward and, looking to Seth for permission, took her hand. “I didn’t realize that I wasn’t in the unclaimed subs area and thought you two girls were waiting for a master. These gentlemen have explained how this club works and I hope you accept my apology,” he told Stacie and her men sincerely.
Looking to her men to make sure she could answer Max and getting the nod from Seth, she accepted Max’s apology and squeezed his hand before he released her. He shook hands with each of the brothers before the security team escorted him away.. Dustin and Daniel stayed and apologized again and reinforced that they were going to be going over the rules with Max again before he was allowed back in the club.
Seth stepped away and spoke with the owners of the club for a few minutes before returning the Stacie. “Are you okay, honey?” he asked.
Stacie nodded and cuddled into Grant. She felt safe and protected with the three brothers and knew they would never let anyone hurt her.
Jake took her hand and helped her off Grant’s lap. “We’re going to walk around and watch a few scenes, then we have a private room reserved where we can talk and play. As we are walking around, I want you to keep your eyes down until one of us tells you it’s okay to watch the scene. When you are watching a scene, if you have any questions, ask one of us, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” Stacie answered.
The men walked her through the club to the area where all the play was going on. Several areas they walked her past quickly. Stacie tried to look up and see what was happening, but they had her surrounded and she could only see them.
Finally, they came to an area where they stopped. Seth and Jake sat on a love seat and pulled Stacie down between them.
Seth quietly started explaining to Stacie what they were watching. “Honey, what you are seeing is a submissive being restrained by her Dominant on a St. Andrew’s Cross. He’s using soft leather cuffs lined with sheepskin so they won’t chafe or scratch her delicate skin. He’ll check several times to make sure they aren’t too tight. He just slipped two fingers between her skin and the cuff to make sure it fits the way he wants it to. The strap around her waist is to keep her from arching too much and hurting her back. It’s the Dominant’s responsibility to make sure his sub is not injured in any way.”
Jake took over where Seth had left off. “Now he’s making sure she remembers her safe word and what it means. Most people use the stoplight system. Red meaning ‘Stop, I can’t take anymore.’ Yellow is for ‘Slow down’ or ‘I need something.’ Green it for ‘I’m good, continue.’ There are some people who use other words. It’s up to the sub and Dominant what works for them.
“After he is sure she knows what to say, he will make sure she’s good to go before he starts the scene. BDSM is a power exchange. The sub gives up control in exchange for the Dom’s care and protection. As a Dom, my responsibility is to see to your safety and pleasure. I will treasure your body more than my own. All of your pleasure is in my control. From now on, Stacie, you will not orgasm without one of us with you. If you do, you won’t like the consequences.”
Stacie shuddered at the intense look on his face, but nodded her understanding.Seth had lifted the skirt of her dress and was trailing his fingers up and down her thighs.
“Now he’s going to start the scene. Watch carefully, Stacie, and we want to know how you feel about what you are seeing. You may talk, but keep your voice soft so we don’t disturb the scene.”
Stacie again nodded and tried to focus on what was happening on the stage, and not what Seth was doing between her thighs.
The Dom had started running his hands up and down the body of the sub, and then he began to spank her bottom. After several minutes of spanking, he stopped and gave the woman some water to drink and spoke with her for a few minutes, nodding before walking to a small table on the stage and grabbing something with what looked like several strips of leather hanging from a handle. He started twirling the strips as he walked back to the suspended woman, and Stacie could see the strips barely grazing the skin of the woman.
“That’s a flogger. It’s made of deerskin and very soft. What he’s doing now will feel like a massage to her and help put her into sub space. Sub space is a place where a sub’s mind goes when the pleasure takes over. It feels like you are drifting on a sea of sensation, and I’ve been told it’s a very pleasurable experience. Some compare it to an extended orgasm, only not as intense,” Grant explained from behind her.
Stacie continued to watch as the man switched floggers two more times and the sub’s skin became redder. Each time he stopped, he gave the woman a drink of water and checked the cuffs on her wrists and ankles before starting again. Stacie could see how much he cared about the woman and her comfort.
Stacie could hear the woman moaning and see the movements she was making on the cross. After the man had used the third flogger on the woman, he slipped his hand between her legs, and although Stacie couldn’t see what he was doing, she could hear the woman’s moans increase in volume until Stacie was sure the woman had orgasmed with a scream.
When the woman screamed, Seth moved the hand he had been stroking her thighs with and slipped it into her slit, fingering her clit. It wasn’t long before Stacie came with a scream of her own.
Coming back to herself, Stacie saw that the woman had been let down from the cross and the stage was now empty. Grant was now kneeling in front of her and all three brothers were watching her intently.
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�What did you think of that, baby?” Grant asked as he turned her for a quick kiss.
“It was intense, but she seemed to enjoy it. Won’t her skin hurt now?” Stacie wasn’t sure what her reaction was . Before she had the chance to process what she had seen, Seth had made her come and now her brain was mush. She was lucky she remembered how to breathe.
“It feels a little like a sunburn, and he will help her so that it won’t bother her. She may notice some stiffness tomorrow, but it will be slight and most subs consider it a tradeoff for the pleasure they have received.”
Stacie nodded, still trying to process all that had happened.
“Would you be willing to try something like that with us?” Jake asked from beside her.
Turning to him, Stacie answered with a hint of panic in her voice, “Out here, in front of everybody?”
“Not unless you want to. We have a private room reserved and we can go there to play,” Seth answered.
“I don’t think I’m ready for anyone to watch, but I’ll try it in a private room. I can use a safe word?” She wasn’t sure how the flogger would feel and if she would like it.
“Yes, baby. Anytime we play, you will be able to use a safe word,” Grant explained, standing up and taking Stacie from Seth’s lap to stand her on her feet.
Jake and Seth also stood and the group walked to a hallway. Talking briefly to the man sitting at a desk just inside the hall, Grant signed a register and took a key from the man before leading them to a locked door.
Once inside the room, the men sat Stacie in a chair and asked her to choose a safe word. Stacie decided to make it simple and use the stoplight system, which the men agreed to. Then they gave her another bottle of water to drink.
There was a cross also in this room, but it was smaller than the one she had seen on the stage, and several other things she couldn’t identify. There was also a big bed. “We want you naked and standing against the cross, facing us,” Seth told her, and all three brothers started removing their boots and shirts.