Welcome back to my adventures. In this part, I will recount my most recent experience. My friend Cindy and her dom daughter Brenda took me to an underground BDSM club. The club has a revolving stage, and every night there is different "entertainment." Because this is a BDSM club, all forms of bondage, along with sadomasochism, happen all around the club. In front of the revolving central stage, there are tables and chairs. More remote private booths along the walls provide attendees with the opportunity to engage in their own, more personal experiences.
Brenda, as a club member, can furnish entertainment for the attendees. These spectacles are a visual experience, but in some cases, audience participation is encouraged. On previous occasions, I went to the club as Brenda’s sub but was never on stage. Brenda coaxed me a little to agree to be on stage that Saturday evening and made the arrangements for my debut.
As Saturday evening approached, the anticipation made me increasingly nervous. Brenda told me not to choose clothing for the occasion. Like my past visits to the club, she would bring my clothing for the evening. Brenda dressed Cindy and me in almost identical outfits. The fashion du jour for us was sexy "outfits" consisting of an elastic, sling-style halter top, no bra, and a pair of very stretchy, tight Daisy Dukes. The bra accentuated our nipples, whereas the shorts, pulled up into our cracks, made our asses and camel toes stand prominent. The finishing touches were a pair of come-fuck-me heels along with rhinestone-encrusted collars complete with leashes.
We maintained a ritual previously established on the drive to the club. We stopped for supper, and our entrance to the restaurant drew stares as we were totally on display in our sub regalia. After eating, Brenda took us to BUC-EE’s. absolutely the largest truck stop/convenience store/restaurant in the world. She left us at one end with a list of items to purchase. The list was intended to make us wander around the store before being picked up at the opposite end. Again, there were lots of looks, comments, and even offers! I was becoming excited, even before we arrived at the club.
Brenda met us at the end of our "humiliation" walk. We described the reactions from people we had encountered. The next stop was the club.
Arriving at the club, we were ushered into the main room and were installed at a table adjacent to the stage. Cindy and I were subs, so we took our places on two low stools next to Brenda's elevated table and barstool. The significance was to put us in our places, short of lying lower, on the floor.
Focusing on the stage, there was a pillory with stocks. I found out that the pillory was for the head and hands, whereas stocks were for the feet. My anticipation was building as I waited patiently, wondering what would happen. When it was time, the volume of music lowered, and Brenda led me by my leash up on the stage to the wooden stock.
At this point, I can only describe my trepidation coupled with my excitement as we went onto the stage. The pillory/stocks was about two feet off the floor with openings for my head, arms, and ankles. I was undressed, and a low, padded bench was placed behind the stocks. The pillory was opened, and my head and hands were placed in it, and the top half was lowered; to my relief, the holes were amply padded. Once latched, my head and hands were secure. Despite being confined, I was surprisingly comfortable. My thoughts drifted at this point to Puritans in stocks and being put on public display. I hoped that my performance would not warrant throwing rotten fruit and vegetables, as seen in many films.
Brenda bent over to my ear and asked, “Okay, Dawn, do you remember your safe word?”
The words did not connect right away, but then I remembered and answered, “Yes. It’s ‘orange’.”
Surprisingly, she answered me gruffly, “Good for this time, but remember, I am Mistress Brenda.”
My legs were the next appendage to be attached in the stocks. My feet were moved forward and outward, sort of in a leaning-forward crouched position, and secured. The padded bench was most cozy, with a narrow hourglass shape to allow my breasts to pass on either side and hang down. As the last part was locked in, my ass and pussy were exposed in a crouched position. I was on full display for the club.
The scene for me was unreal, but there was no way out of it at that time. I could see the looks of the members and guests as they wondered, just as I was, what activity would follow. I could hear the mumbling of everyone speculating and commenting about me being in stocks.
That short time of watching and listening was blotted out unexpectedly when Brenda placed a mask over my eyes and then a pair of noise-cancelling headphones on my ears. I could no longer hear or see and was unable to move. But not in pain. The muffled sounds from the attendees were completely obliterated when Brenda, my mistress, pumped in classic rock music.
In my head, I thought about sensory deprivation tanks that have been used in some therapies—without the rock music. However, in those, you were floating freely and not attached and not in a BDSM club! For me, I was wondering how this would influence my perceptions. This type of ‘therapy’ was different, so I became a little concerned about what was planned.
The music filled my head as five great classic rock songs played, and I wondered what was going to happen. The initial fears concerning my situation had abated. In this position, even with the pillory, I was relaxing with the music, letting myself almost drift off into sleep. Then I felt a slight movement of a feather that some people would have considered tickling go up and down my thighs and to my buttocks. The sensation for me was soothing and helped me relax more. This did not seem like a BDSM treatment.
Just as my brain had told me that I was relaxed, a sharp whack of what I thought was a small whip hit my upper thighs and then my ass. The strikes continued for what seemed like forever in my limited sensory condition, but I still could make noise, and I wasn’t going to let these attacks go unanswered.
“Oh, fuck that hurt!” was my first response.
Subsequent whips elicited a variety of cries.
The unsettled smacks stopped, and again, only the music filled my ears. I was settling back down and not even guessing what would come next.
A vibration on my leg moved up my thigh, slowly and methodically. I started to moan from the sensation of being masturbated like this, without control. Arriving at my slit and meeting my already hardened clit, I was wiggling my hips and moving up and down as much as possible. I struggled in pleasure against my restraints. The vibrator was making me shiver and was covered with my juice. Just as I thought I would cum from the heavenly feeling, it stopped abruptly.
The music continued as I waited for the vibrator to restart and finish me. Nothing happened, and the calm retook my being. My body adopted the relaxed state.
Just at that moment, a hard paddle hit me on my ass with what must have been a loud crack for the members watching. A second crack on my ass was equally startling.
“Oh my god! Fuck, that was so hard!” I screamed in pain.
Just after I uttered my protest. ‘Whack!' A third hard spank from the paddle must have turned my ass a glowing shade of crimson. The BDSM was revealed, but I was not in favor of too much SM. That third smack had me ready to deploy my safe word.
The calm returned briefly, but I wasn’t going to be hit without mercy. Just as I was going to request release, I felt something like hard flesh running up my thighs, rubbing my pearl, and then slipping into my sopping pussy. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure if it was a man until his balls rubbed against my thighs and ass. At the moment, I felt him all inside me; he started pumping his cock. Once he started, I don’t think that I could have remembered my safe word because the excitement from the dildo remained close to my thoughts, and I was sopping wet.
I moved my ass as best I could, and his long, hard strokes filled me up. He played with my breasts and pinched the nipples. Sensing his twitching, I was going crazy with the feeling.
“Fuck me hard, you horny bastard! Fill me up with your cum!” I screamed as he continued to pierce my cunt with that incredible cock.
It is impossible to say how long he fucked me with his cock, with my thoughts only on my impending orgasm. Finally, he increased his rhythm, and I knew he could not hold out much longer. I wanted his load to push me over.
The music was still playing, and I was unable to hear anything, but I could still request, “My cunt needs your man seed. Cum now!”
Even in the pillory, my demand was met with a large dose of pearly cream. My body shook with his release, and I felt my pussy cover the bench with my slippery, sticky cunt juice. Once he had filled me, he slipped his manhood out of me. I would have loved to see it still hard, covered with our juices, but all I could do was feel his semen dripping out of me. That seemed to fuel my desire even more.
The bondage was more interesting now that I thought that they weren’t going to make me black and blue all over anymore. Shortly after my initial man, I felt someone's presence in front of me. Another man rubbed his cock on my face, and I made motions to suck him, but he toyed with me. Holding my head, he guided his hardening shaft into my oral cavity. I really loved him squeezing my breasts and pinching my hard nipples. The capacity to taste him was enhanced as he moved in and out of my mouth. I imagined feeling his veins bulge with my tongue. He twitched as I licked his frenulum. He pulled out briefly, which put me into a frenzy.
“Put it in, give me your load. I want to swallow all your sperm!” I said as quickly as I could.
Graciously, he gave me back his penis, covered with my saliva and his salty precum. The small bucking motions of his rod alerted me to his impending orgasm. I was dripping onto the bench and knew that tasting his spurt would make me cum also. He held my head tenderly as he ejaculated and gave me cream that tasted as if enhanced from my bonds. My hips thrashed the limits of my bonds, releasing my nectar and making the bench more slippery. As much as possible, I rubbed my enlarged clit to continue the trance my body was entering.
When he took his dwindling erection out of my mouth, I told him, “Beautiful load.” Even though I couldn’t see or hear him, I told him, “Cum again, soon.”
I wasn’t sure how long this was going to last, but it wasn’t long before I felt a set of pussy lips at my mouth. Her labia were thrust forward, and she had a nice, hard pearl that I sucked as best I could. She held my head and massaged my tits that were hard from all the attention. For a minute, she stepped back and brought a breast to my mouth, having me suck and lick her nipple. Then she moved back to me, sucking her pussy. Running my tongue through her folds and pulling gently on the lips as she ground her clit back to my mouth and wet my face with her sauce. I was caught up in all the action, imagining the people watching me having so much pleasure.
She was getting more slippery, and her little nub was hard, and I could sense it straining. Sucking on the button with my tongue, bathing it, did the trick, and my unknown lover covered me with her squirt. I was careful not to choke on all the liquid that hit me. Again, my empathy with my unknown lover brought me a new release.
I didn’t care what the members and guests saw. I was in need, and those people helped me have orgasms with them.
The next man in place behind me had his pole greased up with a good amount of lubricant, and his cockhead entered my star pucker. Just at that point, my pussy and ass were twitching as he held there and then ever so slowly moved into me as I clenched him with my ass. The pleasure of his saber entering me and the sensation of stabbing me, moving out, and then reentering. He reached and grabbed my tits, then slapped my ass. I was ready for his load.
“Fill my ass with baby batter,” I squealed as he drilled me and brought me closer.
My clit becomes very prominent when I'm excited. He flicked it gently as our releases made me shudder again while his cock expanded and contracted, delivering his man milk.
My whole being was on autopilot. Even cumming, as pleasurable as it is, was automatic as I became the servant of numerous men and women. My best estimate was that I had sucked or fucked and cum at least ten times. I was exhausted from the numerous physical and pleasurable sensations.
Eventually, Brenda and her assistants removed the mask and the headphones. The stocks were unlocked, and a man helped me to my feet. That was an amazing new experience for me. The assistant handed me a robe, and I was taken to a dressing room, which had a shower and toilet. More than all the cum all over my body, I was shocked to see that there were no marks from the hits from the paddles and whips. That surprised me more than the lovely cum that my unknown partners had offered me.
I rested briefly, showered, and had some refreshment after all the liquid I had shed during my attachment.
Once I was less wobbly after all my orgasms, I was brought out on stage again to talk with a woman psychologist. She explained that, as I thought, eliminating one or more senses can increase the perception of others. The pain I experienced was much less severe than I had imagined, because I could not see or hear the different blows that I received. The restraints amplified my perception, and in reality, I was just gorging myself on my sense of feeling.
We stayed for more of the evening. On the way home, Cindy and I thanked Brenda for the incredible adventure. We told her that doing this in the future would be fun, but we admitted that the element of surprise would not be available the second time.
