New Year's Eve in New York City has its legendary spectacle and its crazy stories: parties, public intoxication, huge crowds, ridiculous weather, dancing until dawn (literally). And a few things Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's never mentioned, like hooking up with strangers, and insane orgasmic satisfaction.

In our forties, my husband, Jack, and I have enjoyed a swinging lifestyle and recently started some more aggressive pain/pleasure play by ourselves and with our swinger neighbors, Paul and Linda.

The four of us decided to take a couple of days over the holidays to party in New York and visit a private BDSM club. Entry was granted through a friend of Paul’s. Although we kind of knew what we were looking for, I was shocked by the open debauchery of this beautiful place.

My hazel eyes went wide as my red-haired head went on a swivel. My C-cup breasts were tingling as blood rushed to my nipples.

Rather than a dungeon, it was an amber-lit warehouse loft. The floor-to-ceiling, twelve-foot windows were either covered with drapery or one-sided decals- grey inside but showing a cola ad outside. The space boasted a beverage bar (serving only non-alcoholic drinks - understandably) and lounge area currently occupied by people of various stages of undress. Around the walls were apparatuses designed for restraint and torture. Nearly all were occupied by submissives: almost all women or at least vagina owners.

The Christmas lights and two rather garish trees decorated with whips and chains gave a humorous touch to the facility.

Above the golden age jazz and swing was the noise of laughter, screams of pain, snaps of a lash, and groans and moans of orgasmic release. I was instantaneously soaking my black lace bikini panties.

At the door, a hotter than hell blonde with delightfully perfect clamped tits approached in her heels and red stockings. The clamps had silver jingle bells attached that made me giggle. Her pussy was shaved but had a glint of a clitoral hood piercing.

"Welcome, and Happy New Year. I understand you are first-timers. Gentleman, you have the option of a wristband or ankle cuff. If you plan on getting naked, which we encourage, the ankle cuff helps with freedom of movement. Especially if you will be a receiver.”

Paul scoffed. His 6’2” muscular frame looks great naked, yet he was hesitant to be a bottom. The greeter just smiled.

She then winked so that only Linda and I could see.

Jack and Paul both opted for the green wristbands. We had not expected either would be naked. Their cocks might come out later.

"Ladies, you are encouraged to wear a newbie collar. Especially if you would like to participate in tonight's show."

My ears were roaring with my heartbeat, but I was able to focus. Show?

She politely pointed a red manicured finger at a gilded easel and a sign that read "Register with Joseph, tonight's Host, to be considered to become a performer in our NYE main events. Erotic torture and denial will be the central actions. Level of sexual discomfort will be pre-determined."

Linda was resplendent in a shiny silver dress that let everyone know her petite, powerful frame was sexy as fuck. She tossed her long, almost black hair back and then sarcastically mumbled while looking at her collar, "Discomfort? Isn't that what doctors say before they shove a needle in your arm?"

We all four laughed. Mine trailing off into a quiet moan. I love some pain during sex, especially when just at the point of orgasm!

My nipples ached, and my cunt was screaming in need. My legs shook slightly. I whispered, "Yes...sounds perfect."

We sat on a couch toward the back as the show started, Jack was rubbing my ass, Linda kissing my neck, as Paul fingered her pussy. I was anxious at first, but as we watched several people getting thoroughly dominated, my heat was lit like a firecracker!

Bottom line, I was so turned on that Jack and I headed off to speak with Joseph so I could become a performer.

"Susie!" I heard Linda laughingly call after me. Jack responded with, "It's her ultimate fantasy. Let her have fun."

Joseph wore tuxedo pants and a festive bow tie. His shirtless, muscular blonde frame gave the vibe of a really hot stripper. He smiled when I asked to be on tonight's list. Evidently, he had an eye for assessing looks and talent as well as tolerance. Looking me up and down, he smiled and said, "How much can you take, uh...?"

"Susan, uh, Sue is fine."

"Well? Sue?" he grinned.

I was watching a fellow redhead getting paddled while a wand drove her pussy crazy. Her hands were tied to a bench on which she was lying. I nearly came watching the pink rise on her ass cheeks. I wanted badly to be her.

“All of it."

Jack chuckled and shrugged his fit shoulders. His eyes were sparkling, and his gorgeous cock was twitching in his trousers.

Joseph smiled slightly. "Okay. Wait for your name to be called." I started to ask a question, and he stopped me. "Stay dressed. Stripping you is part of the process of submission."

I nodded and thought, "Submission, wow...it's happening."

We went back to our seats and enjoyed a few beverages just a few yards away from a petite thing getting doggy fucked by a much older man. Another woman who may have been his wife repeatedly flogged the young thing’s small breasts. I assumed they were master and mistress. Seeing it made me almost cum!

Jack said quietly, “Patience, my sweet whore.”

“Unghh…” was my frustrated response.

After that we returned our focus back to the raised main stage that was surrounded by a couple of dozen people in various states of dress and sex act. They were apparently the VIP audience.

I was so needy now that my hubby was playing with my tits and strumming my clit. We waited through a DP of a nipple whipped black girl who begged to be "Fucked like a whore!"

Finally I heard, "Please welcome to the stage, Sue the Virgin." I was surprised but realized he was referring to my status as a public pain sub. I shot up and waved my hand like the smart kid with the answer. Linda laughed as I’m sure I looked a bit too enthusiastic.

To polite applause, I was escorted up to the twelve-by-twelve-foot stage and introduced to a gorgeous woman in a black bustier matching her long, black hair. I was to call her ‘Mistress’.

A hard-bodied, mostly naked man was introduced as Bull. He would be assisting Mistress and would provide strength and stability when needed. I think I was visibly shaking with anticipation as the woman stood in front of me and the guy went behind.

Mistress leaned in and told me, "Do not be frozen by fear. Embrace it. It will help with your first time." I nodded.

She explained the concept of a "safe" word that would stop them at any time. I also was given the option of the traffic light system: green for go, yellow for pause and check in, red for stop. I chose that one.

I was asked about pain level as I felt the zipper on the back of my dress being slid down. I said I was open to anything other than bleeding. Her dark, pierced eyebrow rose, and her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Okay, Sue the virgin. we shall see."

Without losing eye contact, Mistress then reached up and pulled the front of my favorite sexy red dress forward, slipping my arms free. She pushed it down to fall by my feet, and I stepped out, and she threw it to the side. I wasn't wearing a bra, so my tits were exposed.

She flicked my nipples and smiled. They were hard and long and begged to be abused. I was about to pull them myself when her hands slapped mine away. "No touching without permission." She roughly put my arms behind my back and gave each breast a slap. I almost fainted with pleasure from the sting.

"And don’t you dare cum!"

I panted and tried to remain still as I felt Bull sliding my soaked panties down my long, shapely legs. He handed them to Mistress, who made a disgusted face. "Soaked with nectar. What a slut!"

The crowd laughed, and someone shouted, “Use the whore!”

Mistress tossed my rag to a random topless woman watching from the front row of seats. She sniffed them and licked the gusset. I nearly came...again.

Bull was behind me, cupping my ass; then he reached around and grabbed my tits, squeezing them hard.

I yelped and bent slightly to work through the pain. I whispered, "…f-f-fuck...that hurts!”

He gave each a slap for speaking out of turn again. I loved the sting of his big hands. I needed to cum badly! An electric buzz was starting in my brain.

I was embracing the possibility that I would enjoy this. I sighed dramatically.

Meanwhile, Mistress grabbed ropes suspended from the ceiling and secured my arms to the side above my head. She then attached ropes to my ankles and rings in the stage deck so that I made an X shape. I was spread wide and completely helpless.

The abuse I endured and thoroughly enjoyed for the next hour or so changed my life.

It began simply.

Mistress ran a slender finger up my shiny, wet thigh and through my bald cunt. I shivered and moaned, then abruptly held my breath.

She had gripped my clitoris between long nails, and the pain was sharp and stinging.

And delicious. Holy fuck!

I shivered as all of my blood seemed to rush to somehow aid in my clit’s moment of need.

“How does it feel, Whore?” Her voice was low and calm. Almost soothing. It felt so wrong.

I was panting and my eyes felt glassy and unfocused. The pain increased and I bucked my hips into her hand to alleviate the stretch.

“You may answer. How does it feel?”

“…right…” was all I could croak out.

“Color check?”

“Greeen!” I called out, and the audience applauded, and my pain was welcomed.

All she did was pinch a bit harder. It was taking every ounce of the strength I had to not scream out; apparently, that was not the goal.

She leaned in as she released my clitoris. My breathing came harder. She nodded to Bull behind me, and then commanded, “Your yelps, cries, and even screams are required. Don’t forget, the crowd loves a woman who can take it.”

I could tell there was a tear or two starting to form in my eyes, but I stiffened and decided to give the crowd what they wanted.

I heard a “Whoosh!”

I screamed as the impact of something long and slender struck my left thigh just under my ass. I screamed again as it struck just at the bottom part of my cheek. I had no idea what it was, but I did know that the pain I was feeling was intoxicating. I had no idea it would fill me up like it did.

There was strike after strike from Bull as my ass and thighs were given a thorough caning. I found out later from Jack that he had inquired about the marks my beating was leaving, but one of the staff assured him that they had the right aftercare to make sure I would recover well.

In the moment, I didn’t give a fuck if my ass and thighs looked like red pinstripe. The pain was exquisite, cascading and roiling like lava. The effect on my cunt, forget that, my entire sexual being was transformative.

After what seemed like dozens of strikes from a very powerful man, I found Mistress standing in front of me holding a tray. It was full of common clothespins. I knew what was coming, and my body almost ripped out of its restraints trying to get the next task applied faster.

Mistress took one pin and clamped it over my left nipple. I yelped, and several people in the audience let out an “Ahh” of approval.

Through wet eyes, I spied Jack, Paul, and Linda on the same couch. Jack was leaning forward, a look of fascination on his face. Jingle Bell blonde was on her knees in front of him, giving an expert no blow job. I smiled, and he blew me a kiss.

Linda was riding her husband’s cock. Her eyes were locked on mine as the pain I was enduring was enflaming her and forcing her to fuck.

I was filled with pride: perverted, and unexpected.

My right nipple soon matched in pin. Then another clip next to it, gripping my breast flesh tightly. Then the other side. Each one brought a new wince, and my head shook as if it was trying to tell my body to stop enjoying it. The inner conflict was a new high.

In all, six pins were applied to each breast. I was getting dizzy, and I breathed out after rasping a breath, “I... I …yellow.”

Mistress stepped close and asked softly, “What do you need? Do you need to stop?"

I shook my head and barely above a whisper said, “Oh fuck no, I’m loving it! I, umm, I just need some water or, or maybe a sports drink?”

She pulled back and her long black hair whipped as she laughed. She pointed over to the bar and they knew exactly what to do. In moments, I had a bottle of Gatorade and a straw held by a young naked house slave. She held it for me as I drained almost all of it. The entire audience was laughing and applauding. Apparently, it signified that I was in it for the long haul.

When I was done, I was able to focus better and saw Mistress standing in front of me holding a riding crop.

Holy fuck, what was coming?

The pain on my ass and thighs, and the excruciating burn in my breasts, should’ve made me pass out, but it only made my pussy itch more. Was I becoming numb? Maybe to the consequences, certainly not the torture that was covering me from head to toe.

I know that if Jack walked on stage right now and tried to make it stop, I would’ve fucking killed him.

“Sue the virgin, are you ready?”

“Mmm …please…”

Mistress whirled the crop like a baton and swung it forward. The pad struck my pussy dead on.

The impact stung like nothing had ever hurt me.

My entire body shook and I screamed out, “AHHH FUUU…!”

Three more strikes were delivered in rapid succession, and I thought for sure I was either going to collapse with a huge orgasm or burst into flames. Either one would be welcome, as the pain was excruciatingly beautiful.

“CUM! Now!”

I did: a cascade of pleasure that ripped through me like ignited gasoline.

I felt like she was recognizing my ability to “take it“. I was given no recovery time.

The main event was about to begin. After probably a dozen slaps to my aching cunt, Mistress twirled the crop again, and skillfully struck one of the clothes pins, knocking it off.

I screamed out, “FUCKING CHRIST!”

She swung again, and another flew off. In rapid succession, like a samurai with a sword, she removed all 12 of the clothespins. Each time sending orgasmic shock waves through my body.

I knew the audience was applauding, but I could not hear it from the rush of blood to my ears.

I was panting and aching. I began to beg.

“P, P, please, please, I need to…”

“Color check…”

I was nearly lost to the deadly cocktail of confusion and corruption.

A voice I didn’t recognize used my larynx to respond, “GrrrrEEen!” in a growl of triumph.

Mistress smiled then nonchalantly held out a medium sized chrome butt plug.

Jack and I have dabbled in anal sex and Paul is exceptionally good at it. There was even one night where Linda used a strap-on in me while her thick-cocked husband fucked my pussy.

I was not unfamiliar with the delightful stretch of my anus, even to the point of inviting a bit of pain, my dear friend.

I was prepared and tried to naturally relax my asshole when I suddenly realized there was no lube applied. She had only spit on it and handed it to Bull.

As he began to push it slowly into my mainly dry ass the sear was new and somewhat unfamiliar.

“Cum, whore.” Mistress plainly ordered.

My mouth fell open in a sound halfway between a moan and a scream, somewhat like an animal in a trap.

Within the orgasms ricochet, I was able to relax with some deep breathing.

I felt the device settle itself in my back door. Linda was right. Discomfort is a stupid fucking word. This hurt like hell.

“I was going to ask you what color, but I honestly don’t care. You’ve already proven you can take anything.” Mistress’ voice was comforting. I found it not strange at all when she held my jaw in her hand and kissed me with fierce passion. I kissed her back, moaning, and wrestling with her tongue. She was incredibly hot, and I would gladly spend the night with her.

She broke the kiss but did not move far away from my face. “I’m very proud to have met you. Let’s bring this home, shall we?”

I was in a place of foggy confusion. Not quite aware of what was exactly happening, yet keenly aware of the pain I was feeling.

My feet were released, and Bull was standing in front of me. He had strong arms underneath my knees and lifted my body up. I was then resuspended by my other ropes coming from the same ring as the ones holding my arm. I was now easily swung back and forth, yet my pussy was in perfect position to receive. But it would not be his majestic cock. thick, veiny, pulsing, dripping: all one would want in a dominant phallic invader.

I seemed confused, and Mistress said, "No cock penetration for main stage. Especially newbies." I drooped in desperate disappointment.

"No worries. We have you covered." Mistress bit my nipple, then laughed.

Bull stood between my legs with the fattest, largest dildo I had ever seen. The width of my calf, it had to be twelve inches long. It was blessedly glistening with a healthy coating of lube. Mistress moaned at its majesty.

"Ohh yesss...." I breathed and they laughed.

I simply dropped my head back as he pushed into my sobbing slit. I groaned louder than I had all night.

I felt like my twat could eat that faux cock alive. And as he mercilessly pushed in deeper, I laughed out loud from the potent pleasure of the painful stretch.

To some observers, it looked like I may have lost my mind. But the people of this club recognized where my brain had wandered.

Complete ecstasy.

Completely lost in the sexual debauchery of excruciating pain and mind-blowing pleasure.

Many began to applaud. And then a steady beat of clapping began. It was encouraging and supportive and quite tribal.

Bull fucked me with steady strong strokes, his hands gripping my thighs. The cock filled me like nothing I’ve ever had. I had a brief moment of feeling bad for my husband Jack. It disappeared quickly when its enormous head slammed into my cervix and my body shook, my rectum spasming around the plug. I was told later I took eight inches - a new club record.

I was so close I needed an orgasm. Yet I needed to breathe.

“Puh- puh- pleazzz!”

The clapping got faster, encouraging the thrust in and out of my cunt to increase in tempo as well. It was if the entire club was fucking me through this cock. It was a moment I will never forget.

I lay my head back again and smiled with my eyes closed, as if I was floating.

And then the finale happened

Mistress stepped forward, holding out a vibrator in one hand and her crop in the other.

“It’s almost midnight! Choose.”

The fucking alone could’ve made me cum at least five times. And what last reserves of energy I had were holding that river back.

This was going to be the biggest of the night, and I wanted to go out with a bang. Literally.

Bull was holding my ass, putting pressure on the plug, while driving the black beast into my box.

In the distance, I heard a countdown.

“Ten, nine, eight…!”

I shouted, “Make it hurt, please, Mistress!”

She didn’t smile. She didn’t even look bothered at all. She just seemed to suddenly burst into flames. With swift action, the crop came down on my clitoris just as Bull pulled his cock out.

“Three TWO, ONE!!”

She commanded me to come, but it was unnecessary. My body stiffened, then convulsed, spasmed, and (insert frantic word here).

Voices in another world shouted, “Happy New Year!”

Never in my entire life had my entire body been so electrified.

Every scorch of pain, every excruciating welt and burn on my body seemed to disappear.

All that remained was an avalanche of overwhelming joy...pleasure that shook me in ways I had lacked the capacity to fully foresee.

Darkness took me into January...

***

I was lying on a bed in a candlelit room. As my eyes began to focus, I saw several people, including my husband, Jack. He was standing in a doorway, talking to Joseph. They both had smiles on their faces, Joseph shaking his head with a sense of admiration. Jack looked over and saw my somewhat confused look. He simply smiled and winked at me.

It was then that I noticed there were three other women, all completely naked. Each more beautiful than the next, and all wearing red collars of house slaves. They were working on my body, applying lotions and gels and soothing, cold cloths. Every part of me that was aching and sore and had been abused was getting loving care. I looked between my legs and a gorgeous black woman was pushing some gel in and out of my asshole. She was smiling and I smiled back.

***

An hour later, I lay in the bathtub of our hotel suite, a glass of wine in my hand, and my completely naked best friend sitting on the toilet.

“Joseph told Jack that you’re welcome back anytime. And that several of the younger women in the club were a little jealous that a woman ‘your age’ did so well on her first time. I think you were a fucking superstar!”

She went on explaining everything she had seen. Most of which I had unfortunately forgotten. I was able to map out the marks and aches on my body with each related event. The twelve welts on my tits made me laugh at the idea of ever doing laundry again.

What I had remembered were those moments when my body seemed to fall in love with something it never should’ve even met. The abuse it went through crystallized what I had already known: I was addicted to pain, and it brought about the best orgasms of my entire life.

And I needed more…

Chapter 2 is in the works

I hope you enjoyed it. This was a very different journey for me, and I hope I did my best to help my friend Sue share what she finds to be the greatest pleasure of her life.

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Peace, Matt (for Sue)