Bryan's perspective:

When I arrive at the club, a woman I've never seen before greets me at the entrance and tells me to go directly downstairs. The girl is pretty. She's wearing a mini leather thong that barely covers her pussy. Will she be joining us for the evening?

I notice that the reception room on the ground floor is closed. Derek takes his poker night seriously! I wonder what kind of surprises are in store for us. I'll do anything to take my mind off things. I was starting to go crazy at home. Fortunately, work keeps me busy. Yesterday, I had to photograph a young model for a project, a gorgeous woman with a killer body. After the shoot, the girl went right down on my dick to give me a blowjob. That's the kind of thing that happens a lot. I let her do it because I was desperate to empty my balls. But I couldn't help imagining Eva in her place. I still haven't heard from her. I had to stop myself from driving through her neighborhood. I really need to pull myself together and get it through my head. Eva's not coming back.

When I reach the basement, I'm impressed by the change of decor. Several installations, such as the central stage, the St- Andrew's cross and the pillory, have been removed. The suspended cage is still in place. A naked girl is imprisoned in it, while a man takes malicious pleasure in poking and prodding her orifices. The rest of the space is taken up by three poker tables. Several players, mostly men, are seated around them. For some, the evening is already off to a good start. Derek seems to have requested the service of submissives to serve drinks at the tables. Poor things, they wander around at the beck and call of these gentlemen, carrying a serving tray attached to their nipples with clamps and chains. I can still see Eva's terrified face the first time she saw nipple clamps. I can't imagine her being able to handle a tray and two or three full glasses with all that pressure on her tits.

As I try to push Eva from my thoughts, I notice that one of the submissives is none other than Sylvia. Like the other waitresses, she's naked except for her tray. And she doesn't seem to be enjoying her evening. She stands straight next to her husband, a glass of whiskey resting on her tray, her mouth restricted by a ring gag. Her eyes land on me just before Derek notices my entrance.

"Bryan! I'm glad you could make it. Come on, take a seat! Master Ben was just about to give up his seat," says the owner.

Upon these words, a bald, well-built man stands up with a distinct frown on his face. I assume this is Master Ben. He must not be a regular at the club, as I've never seen him. His eyes meet mine and I believe I see anger. A master who doesn't know how to manage his emotions in this place can be quite dangerous. But I admit Derek has a talent for pushing people's buttons. And before Master Ben gets very far, Derek reminds him that he has a debt to pay. The man ignores him, but I can tell he's heard him loud and clear when he waves one of the waitresses over. The girl is cute, in her mid-twenties, with long black hair. I guess she's got a little pink pussy that's already nice and wet. As she approaches the man, I assume to be the owner, he releases her from her tray and clamps before attaching a leash to her submissive collar, a huge chocker that covers her entire neck. The girl stares at her master, but quickly realizes that there's no room for discussion, so she lowers her eyes just before Master Ben hands her leash to Derek.

"48 hours, nothing more," says the man, sharply.

Derek simply laughs and replies that two days would be plenty of time to have fun with this little slave.

"Now let's see what you've got, slut, get up on the table and spread your thighs."

The girl instantly obeyed Derek's command, finding herself on all fours, legs spread wide in the middle of the poker game, not that any of the players around the table felt like complaining. However, a quick glance in Sylvia's direction allows me to see her rolling her eyes.

Derek stands up to appreciate his new possession up close. With one hand, he caresses her back, then, vicious as he is, he goes straight for her cunt.

"But we're getting pretty excited here. What a slut you are! With those big tits and that slimy cunt, we can see that all you think about is getting fucked, isn't that right? Don't worry, you're going to be well served with me. And if you're real nice, Derek will give you a bone."

These words trigger general hilarity, except for Master Ben, who can do nothing but watch helplessly as his submissive is being evaluated. I understand he's waiting for Derek to tell him he can go before he leaves. I wouldn't want to be in his shoes.

With an expert hand, Derek pushes his fingers into the girl's pussy, then into her ass, and right after that, starts teasing her clitoris. He really gets into it, triggering moans from the submissive, who starts wiggling her hips to show her appreciation.

"Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with you, little puppy. In fact, I think I'll call you Lady Wigglebutt from now on."

More laughter erupts around the table as Derek forces the girl to wiggle even more to honor the ridiculous nickname he's given her. Then, just as the girl seems about to cum, he orders her to crawl under the table so she can lick and relieve each of the players. Only then does Derek allow her master to leave.

Derek finally turns his attention back to me and asks me to sit down. I comply, happy that the girl is busy giving oral sex to another player. The owner takes his glass of whiskey from the tray his wife is holding, chugs it down and puts it back abruptly, clearly making Sylvia's poor tits suffer. All this, without taking his eyes off me.

"As you can see Bryan, here, we can raise the stakes to make things more interesting. I hope you don't mind?" he asks.

"Not in the least," I reply, trying to keep my composure.

We start the game. The minimum bet starts at $5,000. The other players and I are gambling as if we have nothing to lose. For me, that's kind of the case. My fortune is no longer to be made, and the only thing I really want is the only thing I can't have. As the game progresses, a couple of players leave the table after getting washed out. I win a few rounds. I feel that luck is on my side tonight.

Soon, Lady Wigglebutt reaches my crotch. I realize it's my turn to get sucked. Derek chose this very moment to ask Sylvia to bring me a glass of scotch. His wife complies, and within minutes, her magnificent chest is presented in front of me, with a glass of the amber liquid just at my fingertips. All this, while the submissive under the table swirls her tongue over my shaft. I must say, I don't hate this kind of treatment.

"So, Bryan, Sylvia tells me you came to the club with a special guest the other night," says Derek as he shuffles the cards.

Surprised, I glance in Sylvia's direction. She avoids my gaze. With her gag on, saliva runs down her chin and neck. To punish her, I'd like to send her under the table with Lady Wigglebutt.

"That's right," I reply, hoping he'll switch to a different subject.

"I heard the bitch put on quite a show. Sylvia had a good time with her. Too bad I missed it. I'll have to talk to Alexander to see if he can get her back to the club."

I choke on my sip of scotch. I must have heard wrong. How does Bryan know about Eva? She was wearing a mask when I brought her here. Derek knows she's married? And even worse, he knows her husband? I feel like I've screwed up royally and I'm afraid it's going to backfire on Eva.

"Bryan, you don't think I don't keep tabs on who comes in and out of my club, do you? And I just happen to know the husband of your sweet Eva. Well, that gives me an idea. How about raising the stakes for the next round?"

The smile on Derek's face makes me uncomfortable. I feel like someone's closing a trap on me. I'm running out of air. Under the table, the submissive works hard to maintain my erection. Yet I let Derek speak and make his offer.

"You see, Alexander is a businessman and he owes me a favor. If you win the next round, Bryan, I'll demand that Alexander give you his wife."

I can't believe it. Am I really about to play Eva's marriage at a poker game? Is that even possible? But before I venture into that territory, I need to know what I'm risking if I lose.

"If I win the next round," continues Derek, "Eva will also be handed over to you. After all, I'm a romantic and wouldn't want to interfere with true love. But, before that happens, she'll spend a week being trained in my hands."

My eyes widen. Eva, trained by a sadist like Derek—it's absurd. I glance at Sylvia, and although her gag prevents her from showing any expression, I'm certain that if I were to run my hand between her thighs, she'd be soaked. If I lose, her husband will have another girl to torture, and I have no doubt he'll let Sylvia play with her too.

As I weigh the pros and cons, Derek grows impatient.

"You can always leave the table if you think the risk is too high. But if you do, you lose the most, if you ask me. If you choose to gamble, in any case, Eva comes back to you."

Derek's right. I accept the bet and let him deal the cards while I relieve myself in Lady Wigglebutt's mouth. What a good little cocksucker. Too bad I didn't get to enjoy it more.

The round must last a total of five minutes. The longest five minutes of my life. And while I had been lucky all evening, I find myself with the worst possible hand. As we reveal our game, I have to endure Derek's victorious smile. He'll have a new submissive to train.