Roy had been pestering Barbara for ages to let them try BDSM to spice up their sex life. When his birthday comes along, she finally agrees to a night of BDSM at a local club as his birthday present.

They visit the club out of hours the day before to be interviewed and to be shown the facilities. Barbara was amazed by the vast array and variety of equipment available to members.

Barbara was intrigued by the lights over the doors. The red one indicated that the room was private, and you could only enter by invitation. The green light, however, meant that any member could enter and join in the action.

It was explained that new members must leave the green light on for the first three sessions to ensure maximum contact with existing members. This excited Barbara.

Later that day, as they lay in bed chatting about the day and the club whilst touching each other up, Barbara explained her excitement. "So when you are playing with my bound naked body, anyone can enter and join in. I wouldn't be able to stop them, and you mustn't. That would be so exciting.

"I would really enjoy watching strangers play with you, but what happens when it's painful?"

"I would just have to take the rough with the smooth; it even excites me to think of someone I don't know inflicting me pain."

"Those whips, paddles, and floggers look amazing. I want to experience them and the sensations they can give."

"Well, it will definitely be painful. How can you be sure they will stop when you reach your limit?"

"I don't want to make a limit, and I am not giving a safe word."

"That's a bit dangerous, isn't it. You won't be able to stop anyone."

"I will just have to suffer then, and you must just watch."

"Would you dare? If we go tomorrow?"

"Yes," I said, "as long as you fuck me when we get home."

"You might have already been fucked there."

"Chance will be a fine thing," I said with a glint of lust in my eyes.

Tomorrow came, and in the mail were the disclaimers from the club that we were both required to sign. I skim read mine. The bit that stood out most stated. 'I give consent to give full access to my body to be punished or pleasured by any member.'

A shiver ran down my spine. Then a blank space to write my safe word, and a statement. No safe word means you cannot stop anyone from doing anything to you, however painful. I thought for a moment, then put a line through the safe word space.

The next evening, we dressed for the club. I wore a strapless bikini as underwear with side ties on the pants, and a short red dress Roy had bought for me.

Roy fastened the collar, wrist, and ankle cuffs on me that we had been given, and we made our way to the car. This was it; I was not backing out now.

We arrived at the club and parked in the small car park. There were only a few other cars there, so it would not be crowded.

We entered, and our signed agreements were collected. Our host looked at them and then at me.

"No safe word," he murmured, followed by, "Brave woman."

"I will definitely come and find you later in the evening."

"I will look forward to that," I answered,

"Be careful what you look forward to", he answered, adding, "It may be painful."

We walked into the club and wandered around the rooms. I was particularly fascinated by the room with two eyes in the ceiling about ten feet apart, with electric hoists and chains attached to them. There were matching eyes on the floor with ratchet straps connected. A panel on the wall controlled the hoists.

"Fix me to them," I said," blushing a little.

"Do you know what they all do?" Roy asked.

"No, but I'm about to find out, fix me up, and don't hold back." I stammered. "Then switch the light to green.

"But that makes you vulnerable to everyone."

"Let's see who wants to play with me".

Roy clamped my wrist cuffs to the chains and my ankle cuffs to the ratchet straps, which he tightened, pulling my lags wide apart.

"Well, here goes," Roy said, moving to the control panel."

The hoists moved slowly, but gradually, my arms were lifted above my head and stretched to a point where my feet were just lifting off the ground. I was immobilized, and my pussy was wide open.

"I might as well finish the job," I said, "You want to be vulnerable to everyone, so here goes," and he unclipped my bra to let my tits fall free. Then he undid the ties on my pants, and they dropped to the floor.

"One last thing." He pulled a lacy sleep mask from his pocket and slipped it over my eyes. " Now everything will be a surprise for you. "Is it me, or is it someone else in the room?"

I felt so wonderfully vulnerable; my pussy was dripping in anticipation.

Roy selected a paddle from the wall, he drew it gently across my breasts, and then whack, it stung like mad as he hit my nipple. Boy, was his aim good, then whack, he hit the other one. He continued for six blows. My tits stung like mad, but then nothing.

Roy went to the wall again and chose an egg vibrator with a remote control. He parted the lips of my pussy and slipped the vibrator in place, pushing it in as far as he could. He slipped the remote into his pocket, switched the light on the door to green, and stood back to see what would happen. It took about five minutes before two members came in and winked at him as they chose tools. They had chosen whips and floggers. They came over to show him.

"What's her safe word?" They asked.

"She didn't want one," I replied," You can do what you like tonight."

"Let me give her something to think about first," Roy said, producing the remote from his pocket. Give her five minutes before you start on her. I turned the vibrator up to maximum, and she started to squirm, but could not get away. One of the guys positioned himself behind me and, on Roy's nod, started to whip my ass. The second guy stood in front of me and proceeded to flog my sensitive tits.

I squealed and squirmed, writhing from the pain and the vibrations in my pussy.

"No safe word, eh, you might regret that," said the guy flogging my tits.

The whipping and flogging continued until one guy selected a heavy nipple chain with vicious-looking clamps. Without warning, I felt my nipples stretched out and pinched harshly as the nipple clamps were attached. My nipples were now very sensitive; it was so painful.

"We'll leave you to enjoy the discomfort," He said with a glint in his eye. "Perhaps we'll come back later for some more of you." With that, they left me squealing.

The nipple chain was so heavy that it was stretching my tits towards the floor. I heard the door open again, and the guy from the front door walked in.

"Remember me," he said, "I am the one who will make you regret that you have no safe word." He grabbed the chain and pulled it hard towards him.

"Ooouch, you're nearly pulling my nipples off," I screamed.

"Yes, but only nearly," he said, pulling again. "No safe word means I get to do it as much as I want, and I want." He pulled it really hard.

Reaching up, he located a smaller chain fixed to another hoist I had not seen.

"Now, I know the clamps are really secure, I will give you a bit of this." He lifted the centre of my nipple chain and clipped the third hook in place. The hoist took the weight off my breasts for a moment's relief as he took up the slack. Then it started to lift my nipples and then my whole tits upwards. He stood back to admire his handiwork.

"You do look fine, tits hanging there like this, but now for some fun." After relaxing the ratchet clamps slightly, he punched a button on the controller, and I felt my arms being stretched further until my toes just left the floor.

Then he went to the extra controller clipped to my titties and pressed start. I felt my tits start to rise upwards until they were painfully stretched.

Then, to my horror, he went back to the main controller and started to take some strain off my arms. As my arms were slowly lowered, the pressure increased on my nipples and tits. My own body weight was now torturing me. My nipple pain was excruciating.

"How's that, Mrs No safe word, eh?"

I tried to move as little as possible to ease the pain that my body was giving my tits, but it had little effect. They still stretched and stung like mad.

Then he pushed the down button again, and almost my whole body weight was supported by my tits.

"Bastard," I cried out.

"Oh, I am just getting started. Wait till I really get going.

With one move, he grabbed the tail of the egg vibrator and pulled it from me. I felt his fingers probing my dripping cunt.

"Wow, you are really enjoying this, I must make you cum," I heard him say eagerly.

His fingers found my clit, which he pinched and rubbed mercilessly.

I moaned and tried not to move my body for fear of more pain. But more pain he gave pushing that little up button to lift me by my tits.

Roy stood back watching as he tortured me. He told me later how wonderful I looked hanging by my tits as this random guy fingered me.

Try as I could, I could not stop the orgasmic feelings that were rising deep within me. I had wanted this, and now it was happening, but it was so painful.

Gradually, the orgasm rose in me, like a wave. I could not stop myself from cumming as he squeezed and rolled my clit so vigorously. I started to quiver and shake as the wave flowed over me. It surpassed the pain in my tits and made me shake and arch my back, which caused the pain to intensify. I squirted all over his hand as he continued to finger fuck me.

"That's good, " he said as he withdrew his fingers and wiped his hand on a cloth. We'll just have to leave you like this for a few minutes to enjoy the pain and its intensity after your orgasm." And he walked towards the door.

Next to the door was another control panel marked auto, which I had not noticed earlier. He flicked a couple of switches, and a green light came on. I heard the hoists hum above my head and felt my body moving slightly. First, my breasts were pulled higher, then my arms, then my breasts again, like a dance, until I was a good foot above the floor, almost hanging by my breasts.

Then the ratchet straps tightened automatically, pulling down on my body as though my weight was increasing. The pain in my tits increased exponentially; I thought they would pull off, and there was nothing I could do.

Roy was really enjoying the show.

My tormentor came back and took a flogger from the wall.

"Now for the real fun." He smiled as he brushed it across my stretched and tender breasts. "Keep a good count, and I will stop at forty," he said, and then struck me again and again. I counted out loud as I had been instructed for all forty lashes.

I think I have had enough fun," he said to Roy. "Thank you for giving her to me. It has been most enjoyable. Do you want me to let her down, or shall I leave her suspended by her tits?"

"Let her down a bit," Said Roy, "and unclamp her nipples, I am sure there are others who will want to play with them."

A small crowd had gathered to watch the action, drawn by my squealing and shouting. "I am sure you all want a turn," Roy said, smiling at the crowd who held various paddles, floggers, and vibrators in their hands. "Now it's an open house on Barbara's body. She has no safe word."

I lost track of what happened next, so much action all at once. So many hands on my tits, my sore nipples squeezed and pinched I don't know how many times, my tits squeezed and paddled, my clitty rubbed and pinched, and my arse flogged. I came again and again in the onslaught. It felt so good.

They gradually drifted away until Roy and I were left alone. "I had better get you down then," Roy whispered as he undid the ratchet straps and lowered my arms.

As he lifted the blindfold and kissed me, he spoke gently, "Well then, how was your first night?"

"Oh, my God," was all I could splutter in between the tears.

"Still want to be fucked senseless when we get home?"

"Why wait, fuck me now," Barbara replied, "We had better start as we mean to continue."

"Do you want to come back then?"

"Without a doubt," I responded, and "Perhaps we can stay all night next time?"

"Do you think your body can take it?" Roy asked quizzically.

"We will have to find out," she said. Closely followed by, "As long as we wait a week for my tits to recover."