“What’s that noise?” she finally leaned in and whispered to Daniel.
“What noise?”
“Didn’t you hear that?”
“No,” he said curtly, then he added, “It would be a good idea if you remained silent. Women are not allowed to speak here.”
“Not ever!” she was aghast and completely forgot that she was breaking the rule he’d just laid down.
“You can be gagged,” he warned, “and that would not necessarily be my call. Every woman here is obliged to follow the same rules, and some of the members get serious when the rules are broken.”
Nice of you to tell me, she wanted to snap back, but she held her tongue.
Denied the opportunity to comment on the evening, she moved along robotically, remaining close to Daniel’s side. Sometimes he stopped and conversed with men he knew, then he moved on. The further inside the club, the louder those strange and intermittent noises became, until it suddenly became quite clear what they were: the sounds of lashings, cracking whips and the gasps and cries of punished women. Madeleine’s worst fears had been confirmed.
With the erotic climate in the club so strong, Madeleine reacted to every stimulation with her sexual arousal climbing fast. With so many of her pertinent body parts exposed to the club’s warm air, her sensitivity to touch increased tenfold. Everyone who brushed by her sent a wave of orgasmic spasms through her body. She could feel her climax starting to build with a speed that made her worry that she’d just spontaneously explode.
To her sudden amazement, she found herself standing in the center of a circle of men who looked at her with fixed expressions, as remote as Daniel’s. She’d whipped around to find him and almost stumbled in the troublesome high heels.
“Stand up, slave!” Someone yelled. She righted herself and found that Daniel was one of the many men in that threatening circle of judgmental eyes. Another voice rang out with a clipped, “On your knees,” and she ungracefully dropped to the thick burgundy carpet. With her hands still tethered behind her, she struggled to regain her balance. And now, crotch level to the circle of men, she quaked in fear, wondering if she might be ordered to…Oh, no! her mind suddenly grabbed at the possible scenario. She wouldn’t be made to suck them off, would she?
Thankfully, no cocks were bared for her bleary eyes. However, the lock that held her wrist cuffs together was abruptly opened and her hands were freed. “Pull out those nipples, slave, and make them hard, real hard.” The order came down in clear cold terms, demanding her obedience.
This was a simple task, but it was just the first of several that became more difficult with each one. She was made to circle around on her knees and show off her hard nipples and rounded breasts, then she was told to rise to her feet—yet another difficult feat—and bend over while reaching back and opening her ass cheeks wide. Again she was to circle around for the inspection, allowing her critics a chance to see her puckering anus. Were they deciding how they planned to fuck her?
Finally, she was forced to do a back bend over a velvet bolster, and with her head hanging down and her legs raised and widely parted, a number of the men came forward and did a complete inspection of her private parts. Her labia was squeezed, the clamp tugged and her clit pinched until she shrieked in pain. That shriek earned her a painful pussy spanking, then someone ordered her to keep her mouth shut unless she wanted it stuffed with a cock. She was left to groan and squirm, keeping her mouth firmly closed as the punishment continued. When it stopped, she was sexually played with, although she was given strict orders that she was not to come. By then, her arousal had peaked so high that the order became impossible to obey.
They must have known she’d fail, considering the way they taunted her.
“You’re all pumped up, slave, and you can’t come,” one of them jibed.
“Look at her sweat!”
“Look at the chest on that broad!” They drew her nipples up, stretching her tits until she shrieked.
Whoever was working their fingers into her slit refused to stop, even knowing she was close to orgasming.
“You come, you pay!” she was reminded.
But suddenly there was no stopping the electrified climax. She seized up in a magnificent spasm and then quaked for several long minutes as more convulsive spasms tore through her body.
“You have a live one here, Daniel.” She was cognizant enough to hear the claim as her heaving, cumming belly lurched from one wild spasm to the next.
“So, who gets the honor of punishing the brat?” a voice rang out. It was not Daniel’s, nor was the one that answered that question.
“She’s been given to the house for the night under the usual terms of service.”
Usual terms of service?
Moments later, a dog leash was clamped onto her collar and Madeleine was forced to crawl on hands and knees from the main room into a smaller punishment space, where she was tied to a pillory, her head and arms safely tucked away, her booted feet spread to either end of a three foot wide spreader bar. The abuse came on in waves, a dozen men descending on her with whips and crops, and fingers probing her every orifice bringing her to one forbidden climax after another, which only meant that she’d earned another painful punishment. Would it go on forever! She rode the tide of her changing desires from one thoughtless moment to the next—half wanting to stop, half of her wanting the sensations of pain and pleasure to go on forever.
She was nearly delirious when she was finally taken down and forced to crawl to the side of the room where waiting for her was a hard erection. Stuffed into her mouth, it rammed her so hard that she choked before its owner finally backed off and let her complete the blowjob more normally. She was so out of her mind—like she was drunk, though she knew she was not—that she didn’t realize until the cock’s owner finally ejaculated down her throat and pulled back so she could see his face that it was Daniel cock she’d just blown.
The long night of her abuse ended there. For awhile she rested in the corner while Daniel spoke with his friends, then finally he grabbed up the leash and she crawled through the club like the trained pet she was until she reached the staircase. Lifted to her feet, she barely had time to adjust her balance before she took another treacherous journey on those steep steps.
This was her first night in DC. There would be two more, in-between them two eight hour days of conferences. In their hotel room later that night, Madeleine cuddled inside Daniel’s arms without the cuffs, the collar and her slave clothes. As tired as she was, she wondered if she would actually make it to the day long event awaiting her. The fact that she’d been taken to such demanding physical extremes just before she was supposed to give an important presentation to a congressional panel might have caused her some serious distress, but she couldn’t think about that now. She was too exhausted to do anything but sleep.
When Madeleine rose the next day, she hurriedly sped through her morning preparations, then suddenly stopped mid-stream. “I can’t believe you put me through that last night!” she exclaimed.
“What’s the problem?” Daniel was reading the newspaper, drinking coffee. He looked up absently.
“Do you have any idea how important today is?”
“I certainly do, you told me all about it last week. It’s my job to see that you’re relaxed. It’s my bet you’ll do better because you didn’t spend all day and night worrying about that hearing. I took care of your worry.”
She looked at him aghast. “Relax? Are you crazy!”
“Don’t look so upset. If you just stop and take a breath and ease off, you’ll be just fine.”
He was right of course, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. At least not until she saw him later that day. To think he had her wellbeing in mind the whole time, she wryly thought. He was sly and sneaky and downright underhanded, but he had an uncanny way of knowing what was best for her.
They ate dinner at nearly ten pm that evening in a small DC bistro, then walked along the Capital Mall arm in a
rm. The air between them was thick with romance, though they dared not display too much affection in public. Though it was unlikely they’d be seen by anyone they knew, they couldn’t be too careful with a love affair they’d been unwise to pursue in the first place.
However, being careful didn’t matter as much when around midnight they finally walked to Daniel’s rental car in the parking garage. Rather than climb in right away, he pushed her against a cold concrete wall and crushed her lips with his. Then he moved on her quickly, stripping away her clothes so fast that she could hardly catch her breath. When she started to get squeamish about the exposure, he pinned her arms to the wall and held her there, eyes boring into her with such a demanding look that she was forced to acquiesce. “I don’t think you want me to gag you, so you’d better keep the noise down,” was his terse whisper.
No, she didn’t want him to gag her. From then on she was putty in his hands. Wearing nothing but her heels, her naked body squirmed seductively against the cold wall while he ran his hands over her heated flesh. He could have opted for a quick, relatively safe fuck, but that was not what he wanted. What was risky fired them both and so he allowed her to squirm in her thickening sexual juices until they were practically dripping down her leg. He used a few fingers-full to lubricate her asshole, then the zzzzrrrrrrrrrrrrrping noise of his fly going down echoed off the walls.
By then, he had two fingers up her asshole moving deep into his favorite place for sex.
“Turn around.”
“Daniel, you’re not going to take me right here!” she whispered loudly.
“Wrong!” he came right back, grabbing her roughly by her hair. Turning her around, he pushed her over the hood of the car.
Her ass received him with almost no fight—a feat that truly shocked her. And when she came simultaneous to him, her hand was in her crotch rubbing her clit as they both exploded. Once he withdrew, he swiped her clothes from the cement floor, then thew them in the back of the car and shoved Madeleine’s shivering nakedness into the passenger seat.
When she reached back for the clothes, he grabbed her arm, saying a firm, “No!”
“But Daniel! You can’t make me ride through town naked!”
“I can’t? How about if I throw them out the window? I could do that.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“You want to try me?” He was laughing under his breath. “Relax, Maddy. No one’s going to see. And should someone happen to look inside, I doubt they are going to have a fit seeing a beautiful naked woman.”
“You are a nasty man,” she fumed.
“Have I ever suggested anything else?”
She took a deep breath and shook her head in wonder. “I can’t believe I’m allowing you to do this.”
“Allowing me? You think you have a choice? You gave yourself to me, and it’s my plan to use you for my pleasure anyway I choose. You have nothing to say in the matter. Forget about trying to take control because it’s just not going to happen.”
He was positively triumphant, and dead serious, no laughter now. The feeling of surrender that came with his stern tone of voice and outrageous demands would haunt her for a long time after.
When they arrived at the hotel, he gave her nothing but her light trench coat to wear with her high heels.
“Leave it untied,” he ordered that too, and Madeleine was forced to stuff her hands in her pockets in order to hold the coat together as they walked through the lobby and found the elevator to the tenth floor. As she exited the elevator in front of him, he abruptly yanked the coat by the collar and left her walking naked into the hotel hallway, just as she’d walked nearly naked into the gentlemen’s club.
She whipped around. “Daniel, no!”
He smiled seeing the look of utter horror on her pretty face. “You’d better walk fast or someone’s going to see you.”
She did just that, breathing a sigh of relief once she was safely inside their room. She did not escape notice however, but thankfully the couple that saw a naked women slipping into a room were too far away to recognize her.
“You are brutal!” she charged as she whipped around to face him.
He moved closer, and after taking her in his arms, he delicately traced the line of her jaw with a single finger. “If I weren’t a brute, you wouldn’t be having the time of your life. Could anything be better than these past two days, hum?” There was nothing but pure love emanating from his vibrant eyes.
She had to admit that he was right, but that would not be something she would admit to him.
Chapter Ten
Three months later the pair flew to San Francisco in separate planes two hours apart. Later they met inside the airport before taking off for the City. Madeleine was there for another conference; Daniel would be interviewing the governor the following day for an upcoming column. They stayed in a loft apartment belonging to a friend of Madeleine’s from college, Dana Northrup, who was spending the year in Japan. Madeleine had a blanket invitation to use the loft if she was ever in the city and what a treat that was. Inside the renovated space she found all the coziness of home: old brick walls, high ceilings and authentic turn-of-the century ambience. It was expertly decorated in a richly-layered style that made her feel as if she’d just stepped into the pages of a designer magazine.
“Maybe we should move in and stay,” she announced when she first opened the big rolling door. She turned around immediately, facing Daniel. “I didn’t say that, did I?” she looked at him chagrinned.
“Feeling guilty?”
“Do I ever not?”
It was for this reason that her punishments continued. Nearly a year had passed since their Wednesday afternoon arrangement began, and she returned every week for her punishment fix, needing it as much the next week as she did the one before. The punishments were often hard, cruel ones that left her ass hurting, bruised by the cane or cut by swipes of his dreadful whip. Then there were his stinging indictments of her sorry character, delivered with such vehemence that she wondered sometimes if he actually believed them. She’d ask about that afterwards and he liked to tease her, in fact, he refused to retract any of his scathing indictments so she was left to wonder what he really felt about her. One time after she bugged him enough about his true feelings, he looked down on her as she was knelt before him, and shook his head perturbed.
“Dammit it, Maddy, when are you going to accept that I don’t give a shit about this punishment thing you have going? Sure, there’s a sadist in me that loves this stuff, but I’d much rather have us both walk away from it saying, ‘damn that was fun’, because this turns us on, rather than thinking this is necessary for your survival. Maybe some day.” He was not happy.
As time went on he seemed to be increasingly disturbed about this aspect of their affair. She would feel guilty about this too, about have two men on a string, unable to give either one the love and fidelity they deserved.
At least she no longer held back the erotic feelings arising from the passionate punishment. By the time they were over, the two were clamoring for sex, and the sex was very good, often as brutal as the punishment—which Madeleine loved as much as the pain. It was also very anal since this was his favorite way to have her. Was that because she so often resisted? Perhaps. The good thing: she finally found pleasure in the act and was thoroughly subdued by the time his hard cock was finished with that tight space.
Even with all that wild savagery, or maybe because of it, there were times when she felt as filled with shame after the sessions as she did before. Daniel had an answer for that, too. If she started to complain and he didn’t want to hear it anymore, he’d suddenly haul her to a corner, toss her the shackles and make her put them on while he stood over her fuming. Later he’d make her crouch beneath his desk while he worked, or stuff her into his cramped hall closet with his tennis racket and a pair of stinky gym shoes. She humbly remained there for an hour or two until it was finally time for her to go home. By then, she was very much subdued, feelin
g so submissive and so debased that thoughts of guilt and shame would finally be assuaged.
Her need for profound punishment would be addressed while she was in San Francisco—although the punishment would not be the only remarkable event to occur while she was there.
On their second night in the City, after Daniel had completed his interview with the governor, he invited an old friend to have dinner with them in the loft. Madeleine had been at her conference all day and when she returned to Dana’s loft, she expected they’d be going out for a bite to eat. Instead, a full dinner of scallops, creamy risotto and grilled asparagus was almost ready to be served when she walked though the door.
Daniel greeted her with an affectionate peck on the cheek and handed her a glass of wine. “Michael brought it with him from Napa.”
“Michael?” She only had to say his name, then look beyond her lover to see an attractive man about her age rise from Dana’s yellow couch. Six feet-two, dark wavy hair, a broad smile, the GQ kind of look gave her body an instant rush.
“After I finished with the governor, I gave Michael a call, and he just happened to have a free night to see me and meet you,” Daniel explained. “At one time when I was a teaching associate at Stanford years ago, he was in my literary criticism class. We got along on more than just an academic level and have been friends since.”
The fact that Daniel even had friends outside the McKellar family was news to her.
“Does he… know…?”
“Does he know Rob? No,” Daniel finished the question and answered it in the same breath. “But he does know who you are and why we’re together.”
“As in?” She looked at Daniel then at Michael, worried
“He knows enough to know that you’re a submissively inclined female with a penchant for kinky sex.”
Madeleine blushed immediately, realizing the filters through which the man must be judging her.
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