I glanced at them and frowned. Were they leaving me on my own already?
“Spider gag time?” I joked.
I instantly felt bad because they looked sullen. What was wrong?
“Leeds, I told you this wasn't like other clubs. Seven is heavily particular on tradition and a code of ethics. We have to abide by a particular set of rules.” Wade paused and looked at Chastity for a moment before continuing. “One of the rules is that any BDSM play is restricted to Seven and the surrounding grounds. If you do break that rule, you're on your honor to notify the council and take your punishment.”
“What? Wait, I'm not following you. You get punished for playing off the Seven grounds?”
“Yes. The rules are strict, and as Doms of Seven, we’re expected to adhere to them. Otherwise, there are repercussions. And Chastity and I need to accept ours tonight. I paddled her before we left, and paddling’s, as we did it, fall under the BDSM realm.”
I sat slightly stunned and bothered by how incredibly wet this was making me. The paddling that Chastity took at home had earned both of them punishment for doing it outside of the club.
“So, if you had waited and paddled her here, you wouldn't be punished?”
“Correct.”
“And they trust you to be on your honor and tell them when you engage in play?”
“Yes. It's tradition, Leeds. Doms at Seven are controlled men, and we’re expected to keep our play here. The energy is better here for it. But, I'm only human and sometimes, Chastity and I just need to play at home. And it happens from time to time. We take our punishment for it and move on.”
I was full of questions.
“So, is the punishment always the same or do they switch it up?”
“For the men, it's usually the same. We’re flogged in a private room. For the women, it can be whatever the council member feels appropriate. And typically, the female punishments are handled openly. They don't announce they're going to be punishing someone, they just do it, and if others are around to watch, then it serves as a reminder what happens when you engage off grounds.”
“Roam around a bit, we’ll be back,” Chastity said with a smile and slid off her chair.
I watched Wade and Chastity disappear around a corner and then looked around the expanse of the main room.
From my seat, I watched a Dom, and a naked submissive begin to set up a scene. The man was ruggedly handsome and tall with dark brown hair. He had a strong, angular jaw, dusted with a sexy five o’clock shadow. His black t-shirt clung to his biceps, and when he removed it, I couldn’t help but gaze at his chest and abdomen. There was a sexy splattering of dark chest hair that was central to his defined chest muscles. The dark brown hair picked up again under his belly button and made a teasing trail leading into his pants. He had one of those tattoos that announced he was a Dom. I did notice though that he didn't have any of the extra markings that celebrated his achievements of getting an Initiate completely initiated. Maybe he was a newer Dom of Seven.
He appeared calm and confident, but I wasn't picking up on him as being an ass. He was different though. Maybe it was the smooth control that he exuded. I could tell as he moved that he was experienced and knew exactly what he wanted out of this scene.
When the submissive took her spot on the floor that the Dom pointed at, I noticed that a handful of people had gathered to watch. A dose of bravery shot through me, and I decided to move closer as well. I tossed back to rest of my drink and stood behind one of the couches that faced the scene that was about to take place. As he moved some stuff around to set up his scene, I could see the muscles in his well-toned abdomen and forearms flex a bit. While his body was very easy for me to gaze at, that wasn't what drew me to watch, though I'm not sure what it was.
The Dom guided the submissive into the position he desired. The girl’s lower back rested against a firm, but padded cushion that sat on the floor. He moved to her feet and attached a spreader bar to her ankles, which forced her legs wide apart.
Wrapped in metal cuffs, her wrists attached to D rings that dangled on each side of the padded cushion. From the table where the candles flickered, the Dom pulled a heavy length of chain. He attached an end to a carabiner which attached to the spreader bar and threaded it between the back of the girls’ neck and the floor.
Wow. I swallowed hard, my eyes glued to what he was setting up. I had seen Doms or Service Tops do a similar setup but had never seen someone do it with actual chains. The ones I had seen, had soft fleece lined straps with some give and stretch to them. The fleece and stretch in the strap was to make it comfortable for the submissive. This guy was using real chains.
With the remaining end of the chain, he attached it to the other side of the spreader bar. The chain was taut, and the submissive’s legs elevated high in the air almost at a ninety-degree angle. Her ass and pussy were on display at the end of the padded cushion.
The Dom crouched down by the submissive’s head in what seemed to be a final check before they started. From where I was standing though, I couldn't make out anything that was said. He pulled out a few small thin chains and attached two ends to each side of the girl’s barbells that pierced each of her nipples. He then attached each of the thin nipple chains to the chain behind the girl’s neck. He gave them a tug, and the girl yelped. A huge, devilish smile appeared on the handsome man’s face as he tapped and toyed with the nipple chains.
He attached a gag, similar to the one Chastity showed me, around her head and inserted the metal pieces into her mouth.
This girl was totally exposed, bound, and helpless…and the sight of it was making me soaked. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and could feel the dampness between my legs. The wet fabric of my panties moved against my clit, reminding me just how swollen and turned on that I was due to the scene that had been set in front of me.
In the submissive's hand, he placed a set of keys. Smart, I thought to myself. Since she was gagged, the dropping of the keys would act as her safe word. The Dom retrieved a burning tapered candle from the table and tilted it so that some of the hot wax fell to the girl’s breasts. A whimper filled the space between them, and the Dom let out a low laugh. He patted the submissive’s abdomen, stood with the candle and moved to her elevated feet. Raising the candle above the spreader bar, he made eye contact with the girl. Her whimpers grew in volume as the smile spread across his face. On the center of the spreader bar was a slot where the Dom placed the candle.
Shit. I noticed the placement of the candle; any wax that dripped would land directly on her clit or pussy. Oh, damn. My heart slammed in my chest as this had dawned on me.
From the table, the Dom picked up a bamboo cane and made a few quick swats against his pant legs. The submissive was trembling as the Dom smiled down at her. He moved to the side and tapped the girl's ass cheeks with the cane. It caused her legs to move, which caused the candle to move and drip some of its wax over her bald pussy. She screeched out and moved her legs causing more wax to scorch her delicate folds.
Heat exploded in me as the sound of bamboo making contact with flesh filled the room. Closing my eyes, I leaned into the back of the couch in hopes of feeling a little pressure against my swollen clit. As the caning took place on the other side of my closed eyes, I imagined that man was using the cane on me; punishing me.
The submissive's whimpers and the rattling of the chains forced my eyes open. The Dom had abandoned the cane and had removed his pants. As his huge erection loomed, he straddled the woman's chest and toyed with the chains. Her whimpers and cries bounced off the walls of the main room, yet she held the keys firmly in her hands.
The Dom slapped the submissive's face with his erection moments before he towered over her, placing his hands on the floor above her head. He inserted his cock into her mouth and began fucking her mouth relentlessly. His thrusting movements made the candle drip liquid wax as quickly as it could be melted. As each droplet of hot wax hit her pussy, I imagined it was hitting
me right on my clit. My pussy ached badly, and I was in dire need of relief. Again, I closed my eyes and imagined those muffled whimpers were my own.
I had been lost in my own twisted thoughts when keys jingled and hit the floor. I opened my eyes and saw that the submissive had tossed the keys, stopping the scene. The Dom stopped moving and looked over his shoulder to make sure they were the keys from her hand.
He ran his hand over his face, trying to conceal something. Disappointment, perhaps. He pushed himself off of the submissive and removed the candle from the slot on the spreader bar and blew it out. Tossing the candle onto the table, he then grabbed his pants and pulled them on. His frustration was evident, though his movements were calm and focused.
As the crowd dispersed, I heard one guy say to another, “Colt broke this one, too.”
Colt.
His name was Colt.
I watched Colt remove the gag, the chains, and cuffs before he slowly picked the girl up off the floor. As he cradled her in his arms, I could see the purple bruising that had already formed on her ass. She also had thin purple and red lines of the backs of her thighs. Oh yeah, she’ll feel that for weeks. Lucky. He carried her away from their play area and disappeared around a corner with the limp girl.
That was undoubtedly the hottest scene I've ever witnessed in person. Even though they hadn't finished, it was incredible.
I needed a drink…that or a rigorous session. Returning to the high-top table where Chastity and Wade left me, I ordered a shot of vodka. I downed it and felt the burn as the liquid singed a trail to my stomach.
Damn. Even the liquor here is incredible.
I glanced around the main room, hoping to see another show, but nothing seemed to be happening out here. Still, in the distance, I could hear shrieks. Someone was having a very good time somewhere.
As much as I tried, I couldn't stop thinking of the scene between Colt and the girl. I would have given almost anything to have been that girl at that moment.
Wearing expressions of weariness, Chastity and Wade finally appeared. Chastity sat down gingerly, and Wade sat down beside her, rolling his shoulders. I raised my eyebrows at them.
“So, how was your punishment?” I asked.
Wade explained that he had been flogged while Chastity had been paddled. Shit, I need to be a member here. Their “punishment” sounded fantastic.
“So, anything exciting happen out here? Did you even move?” Wade asked.
I proceeded to tell them about the amazing, sexy scene I watched. They knew by the way I was talking that the scene had a lasting impression on me. I had been keeping my eyes out, hoping to catch another glimpse of that man. Colt.
“I wonder who the Dom was,” Wade said and glanced around the main room along with Chastity.
“I heard someone mentioned the name Colt,” I spoke up.
Wade and Chastity looked at one another and then to me.
“Oh, honey, no. Not Colt. Colt is…um…how do I say it…” Chastity struggled to find her words, but Wade had no trouble.
“Colt is not for you. Do you understand me?” Wade coldly said.
I stared at him, and I don't think I concealed my frustration. I knew what they were doing, and it pissed me off. The looks of sympathy quickly came from both of them, and they tried to smooth it over.
“Colt plays very rough, Leeds,” Chastity warned.
“I happen to like rough.”
They shared another glance.
“We know, but not Colt, Leeds. There are a lot of experienced Doms here,” Wade said as he reached across the table and patted my arm. “Just not Colt.”
We had a long drive back to the city, and I found myself lost in thoughts that arose this evening. Seven was an amazing place, and it was evident that it’s an entirely different type of club than what I had been used to.
I couldn't stop thinking of Colt though, and that scene he did. There was something that drew me to him and the fact that Wade and Chastity had been warning me off, made me that much more interested.
Though the aches and wetness between my legs had subsided, I still was in need. And as soon as we got home I retreated to my room and went straight to my adjoining bathroom to handle the situation. With my skirt hiked up and panties barely down, my fingers made quick work of the task. Even though I knew how shitty I would feel afterward, I still worked toward my release.
“Yessss,” I hissed as my orgasm broke through.
Before my pulse returned to normal, those feelings that I've tried and tried to push away, made their appearance: disgust, guilt, and anger.
I sat on the edge of the porcelain tub, behind angry with myself. That's twice today that I've masturbated and came. Twice I've had these feelings. I've already punished myself with the hot water once. It's been a long time since I've done it twice in one day.
Was I going to take a tumble and punish myself twice today?
I turned and glanced at the faucet on the tiled wall. With my brow furrowed to the point that it made my forehead hurt, I looked down at my fingers. My filthy, sticky, cum laced fingers stared back at me, reminding me what I had done.
“Stop moving, Leda! Don't pretend that you don't like it. If you didn't like it, you wouldn't come.”
Fuck, I think I zoned out as my grandfather’s words rang out in my ears, and now tears were starting to form in my eyes. I balled up my gross hand and pounded it against my thigh before I got up from the side of the tub. I reached for the faucet and turned it to the hottest setting. By the time I had pulled all of my clothes off, steam was fogging up the glass.
Furiously, I wiped tears from my eyes as I stepped into the hot spray. I was breathing harder now than I had during the height of my orgasm. I kept my lower lip between teeth so I wouldn't make any noise as the hot water assaulted my flesh. Raising my foot to rest on the edge of the tub, I parted my legs so my pussy would feel the wrath. After a moment, I pulled my pussy lips apart so the delicate skin and my clit could also be punished. When I could take no more, and my skin was on fire, I shut the faucet off.
My breathing was still harsh as I stepped from the tub. I stood on the bath mat and glanced down at my body. Red blotches of angry skin decorated my body. My thighs looked like they sustained most of the damage. I gently dried off by pat drying my skin and then held a cold washcloth against my pussy and surrounded my clit with it.
I took my punishment and what I deserved, now I needed to soothe it. I carefully got into my pajamas and gingerly got into bed. I was careful so that the skin wasn't irritated by my movements.
I pushed the images of my grandfather out of my head and replaced them with memories of the scene tonight between Colt and the submissive.
5
Colt
Being the Master Dom at the most exclusive BDSM club in the country is not without its’ perks. Per the club’s charter, I always have the first choice in the selection of new Initiates.
Tonight, was no different.
Initiate Night was the best night of the season. Four times a year at the beginning of each season, every female member was required to bring a suitable female friend for possible membership.
Setting my phone to Initiate Night Playlist, the hard driving sounds of ‘Third Day of a Seven Day Binge’ filled the room. Reaching into my enormous closet, I pulled out one of my favorite Italian suits. To go with it, I chose a Valentino French cuffed shirt. My favorite golden cufflinks were a perfect addition.
Peering into the mirror, I glimpsed what most women called a ‘strikingly handsome’ man, but I never saw myself that way. Underneath all the glamour and bravado, it was just me, a guy from New York whose passions ran-well, to the exotic, to say the least.
I ran a bit of styling gel through my dark hair and pulled on my suit jacket.
The song changed to ‘Closer’ by Nine Inch Nails.
Perfect. Right on time.
Deep in the woods nestled in the Adirondack Mountains, there was a long winding road. Most people neve
r ventured beyond the first half mile or so as it was rather treacherous and unpaved. If they did make it further, the huge iron gate at the end of the road deterred them from traveling any longer. A passcode was needed to open the gate.
As my sleek black car pulled up to the gate, I punched in my code. I cranked the music even louder. I could feel my cock twitch at the thought of Initiate Night. Nodding at the valet, I tossed him my keys.
“Mr. Grantham, so nice to see you. I think you’ll be pleased with tonight’s guests.” He tipped his cap at me.
Laughing, I straightened my tie as I sauntered inside. Seven was just an ordinary building on the outside, but the interior was elaborately decorated. My grandfather had had an Italian designer paint exquisite murals on the wall depicting Dante’s Inferno. The drawings were so intricate in detail, so realistic they had frightened me as a child. Whenever the club was empty, both my grandfather and father would bring me here. I would admire the beautiful solid gold fixtures in the restrooms running my small hands over them. From the elaborate statues in the foyer to the lavish mermaid fountain with real emeralds for her eyes in the center of the ballroom, I had loved everything about Seven. I waited eagerly for the time when I would rule this kingdom. It had been instilled in me since I was young that one day I would be the ‘Master Dom’ as they said. I had no idea what a ‘Master Dom’ was, but it sounded like a good thing to me.
Walking inside the foyer, I handed my overcoat to the coat check girl. I winked as she merely stared at me in awe.
The foyer was decorated with elaborately framed photographs of every single male Dominant the club ever had. Everyone’s lineage could be seen hanging on these walls. Over one hundred years of history was housed within the club’s walls. There was a special section for my family as we were the only Master Doms the club had. There was a huge portrait of my grandfather, father, and one of me which had only recently been added.
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