Saint Patrick's Day is ridiculously universal in the US.

While it is true that Boston and Chicago get pretty ridiculous, New York can be just as crazy. Everything green, everything shamrock, everyone drinking…

My husband Jack and I, along with our swing partners Linda and Paul, had been back to the BDSM club three times since New Year’s Eve. Only three, because unfortunately I need at least two weeks to recover. Yes physically, but also mentally. The whole thing can be a beautiful challenge taking me to that “pain space” that is so delicious.

At every visit I have offered up myself as a main stage performer. Even encouraging Linda to do the same.

Each time we have performed (and even though I feel like it’s just for me, it really is a performance ) I have been drawn more and more into the exquisite pleasure that the pain can intensify. Before each “performance” I’ve requested that the treatment be increased and the pleasure has become more and more intense!.

The freeing feeling I get from the moment I step out onto the stage is disturbing. It honestly scares me…and that is exciting. When I check in and hear about the evening’s parameters or expectations, I am usually soaking wet from anticipation.

That night I was wearing a sweet green dress, sexy but not slutty. No bra (I usually only wear one at work) and sexy bikini-cut panties. I have tried the thin strip a thong provides but I found it extremely uncomfortable.

I love the rush I feel as I’m walking out to the center of the stage, my heart about to leap out of my chest.

I enjoy the sway of my hips and the bounce of my bust as I sexy walk onto the stage.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, and everyone else, I give you the Redhead Wonder, Foxy Sue!”

The name is from Jack years ago, referring to my red hair and my sexy "tail". I used to roll my eyes and blush, now I wear it like a superhero cape.

The immediate loud applause fuels me and actually drives the rhythm of my pelvis. I may be a little biased but I think that the applause I hear is somewhat louder than that of the other performers.

In fact, a couple of the domination staff has told me that some of the younger subs are jealous by the amount of applause and attention I get when I approach the stage. Hey, if you haven’t lost it, why not use it?

At first, I questioned the authenticity of the accolades as there are many pretty, sexy, and younger women who offer to perform or are the house slaves. That night I got a clue from the club manager Stan, as to why this may be. He said that Linda and I are two of the most requested women to be used and punished.

I blushed, Linda teen squealed.

Paul and Jack smiled with the pride of men who own vintage cars.

Linda rolled her eyes at them, "You wouldn't last three minutes up there!"

I said to the three of them as I started for the stage, "The crowd loves our enthusiasm! We do not have to be convinced that pain equals pleasure, we already show it!"

As sweet Irish penny whistle jigs and reels played, I was offered a hand to step up from a gorgeous dominant woman who I had been instructed to call, Madame. She was new: an older blonde with incredible breasts fully exposed tonight with sweet Shamrock shaped nipple clamps attached. She had on the requisite BDSM garter and stocking ensemble and knee high black leather boots.

"I am honored to serve you, Madame," I said respectfully bowing my head. She grabbed my left nipple hard in her fingers and I instinctively stood straight up.

"Yes, it is," she growled, and the audience laughed. I winced then smiled as she snapped her fingers off my throbbing nipple tip.

She was accompanied by the dynamite Mistress, the brunette almost black-haired pain goddess who started me on this journey on New Years. She wore a green bow tie, garter belt and stockings, and exquisite green stiletto heels. Her bustier was black with green laces. She had a ridiculously small leprechaun hat on her head secured under her chin with a small ribbon. She was comical and sexy as fuck.

I stood tall with my hands behind my back as is the standard way to greet her. “Mistress, please punish this bad slut as you see fit.”

This was answered by a huge smile and an incredible sexy tongue-wrestling kiss. Another burst of applause and a few “Ahs” came from the audience. They knew how much I loved what this woman did to me. (We had talked once about meeting up for some one-on-one fun but decided the rush of seeing each other only for these moments was more satisfying).

The two women started out with the standard removal of my dress. As I was told that first night, the crowd likes to see a pain slut/sub stripped as if removing their defenses and exposing their humiliation. As Mistress secured my wrists to the ceiling ropes, Madame reached between my legs and grabbed my vulva from behind. She squeezed it hard. It was a swampy mess.

"Dear me! No sly fox tonight. This vixen is slick with slutty need." The crowd chuckled. I winced in wanton shame.

"Ungh!" I grunted as she pushed the fabric into my cunt. "Yes, Madame!"

She grabbed hold of the gusset and the waistband and yanked hard. The fairly expensive lingerie let out a rip that sounded like desperation. It hurt in a few weird places and my hips and legs naturally shook.

I moaned a soft, "Ohhh fuck..." and saw she was holding the rag in front of my face.

"Maybe...if you behave. Open!" I did and she shoved the sodden silk to the back of my mouth to make me gag.

They had my ankles secured to the floor rings in a flash and soon the show was ready for its first event. I was completely spread open; secure yet free; vulnerable yet safe.

I was always pretty nervous at the start as I never knew what would be first. The anticipation and adrenaline made my ears ring and my mouth drool, especially with my destroyed underwear in my mouth. I was able to see that my nipples were already red and swollen, and I was sure my personal lubrication was making a slow drip to the floor.

The anticipation was making the seconds drag by...

Mistress was in front of me pulling my nipples and stretching my once round C cup breasts into perfect traffic cones. I screamed into my pantie gag and suddenly realized this was a distraction.

My upper back felt the sting from the first strike of what I came to know as a cat of nine tails. Madame was not playing for the build-up. This was premiere league tonight! I couldn’t turn my head around to show her that I knew this pain was definitely greater than any time before.

As strike after strike from this black whip rained on my back, ass, and the backs of my legs I can remember that I briefly thought above having the severity of it ratcheted back a bit by calling for a yellow light. I realized the gagging undies made that difficult.

Linda said later I took twenty whippings. I had smiled in pride.

Suddenly the blows stopped. The sense of relief was short-lived, however, when the blonde woman that was administering the punishment moved to stand in front of me. She looked sweet, smiling almost Mom like. But the look did not match her sadistic actions. She was proving to be the harshest person there.

"More?"

I nodded.

Before the whipping continued though, Mistress walked over to me and the two attached a different looking nipple clamp on me. It looked like a tweezer with two rubber circles at the top. They squeezed onto the two sides then slid a bar up that tightened the two ends. Looking down my nipple looked completely flat. It hurt a lot!

"Mmmff, mmmff..." I muttered as I tried to breathe through the flaring agony in my breasts and the burn on the entire back of my body. Mistress stepped close.

"Color check."

Madame stole my answer. "Green. Like the day."

The crowd laughed and Mistress cocked an eyebrow.

I nodded. "Yeth, Mardurm."

Mistress set her hand in front of my mouth, and I spit out the panties that once were. My breath was wet and ragged, and my mouth was still drooling. She was my abuser and my protector. I would need my voice for safety…and to scream, yelp, and whimper.

She stepped to the side and Madame took the opposite.

Madame's strikes began again on the fronts of my legs and were moving upwards. I pulled my pelvis back, not quite ready for the pussy pain to begin. After many strikes across my pelvis, she moved up to my abdomen. The cat hit my abs then whipped around my side hitting my already abused back. This could not be an accident.

I made eye contact with my hubby, Jack. He was smiling and so was I, my face a sweaty mess. As usual he was being serviced with a nice blowjob from a house slave; a new one. Like baseball cards or Pokemon he was trying to get them all before starting over his BJ rotation. I shook my head in mock disgust, and he flipped me off.

I love that man.

Madame saw the interchange and looked back at me with a knowing expression. "Men, only think of themselves. While we think of you...and what-" she struck again, a little higher. "You," this one harder and I yelped. "Need!" the last was just under my breasts and I screamed out, my legs and arms shaking as my body shook in pre-orgasmic confusion.

I took deep breaths and was about to call for a yellow when the whipping stopped. I collapsed, well, hung lossely, my pussy ready to gush.

There is no real way to describe where I go when the pain is this intense. It's just ...somewhere else.

I could see that my abdominal skin was really red, the contrast to my pale white skin was very pronounced, and I could see welts in various places.

No blood.

I straightened back up to a few gasps and a smattering of applause. "Green...please..." I almost begged.

I wanted more. My cunt wanted more. And the worst of it was about to start as the mature blonde began to strike my breasts.

The first two pelted my flat nipples, reminding me that they were already under torment.

I screamed and shook. This was by far the worst I had felt. I wanted to keep going but for the first time had my doubts.

After a dozen more strikes, six to each, I hit a wall. Embarrassingly, it was too much to bear.

"YEEEELLOOOOW!"

The crowd was respectiully quiet. The Irish music sounded eerie as it miixed with the yelps and screams of a few other subs being punished and fucked around the room.

"Drr...drink."

Mistress was already prepared and held a water bottle up for me so that I could drink. I was sweating profusely and in a lot of pain.

"Yellow is just fine. Drink and breathe." I did.

Her hand slid lightly over my abused skin and ended up at my aching sex. Her familiar fingers glided through my swollen lips and I shivered as she slipped inside. She smiled a wicked triumph, excited that my pussy was dripping wet, and knowing the soft pleasure distracted my pain sensors.

"Foxy Sue needs to cum?"

I nodded, spit and sweat dripping to join the small puddle of cunt juice forming on the floor.

"Pleeassee..."

In my foggy vision, I saw the blonde head of Madame approach. She and Mistress whispered, and the older woman nodded. I could see that she had switched out the whip for a thin cane. I was very familiar with this particular instrument of torture. I had enjoyed its sting many times.

But this was anew wielder.

At first, she just rubbed the cane on my skin. I winced a few times. While not pleasant, it was not overly painful.

She rubbed it all over my body and just when I became a little comfortable, she stepped back and snapped it hard on my abdomen.

“AHHH FUUUuuuck!”

“Color che-?”

“Mmmnnnghhh—! Ooo whah the ffff ( breath in) green…!”

Then she continued all over the front of my body especially on my thighs. It was heavenly. I was in the pain zone then, each snap adding to the growing orgasm. Each sting strung together in a necklace of need.

What was especially painful was the concentration on the tips of my flattened nipples. As she cocked back, she hit them with sharp accuracy, the pain searing through my whole body!

“Cuh… cuh…ummm…”

She grabbed my red hair and lifted my head up. Madame stared deep into my eyes as if she was checking for some type of payment, or at least recognition of the power she had over me.

Ignoring my pleas, she dropped my head and moved to my back. The sweet cane continued on my ass cheeks. I loved it and felt my pussy flex as if pulling in a phantom cock from another dimension!

She abruptly quit and the crowd gave a knowing, “ Ooohh!”

Something new was about to transpire.

The other woman, um… Mistress? Yes, that was it… she was behind me and reached around grabbing a hold of both sides of my vulva. My swollen need nearly combusted at the contact.

My hips ground and she pulled further out. My aching whimpering sounded from somewhere else.

Madame moved beside me, facing toward the back of the stage. The powerful blonde drew back the cane and struck me hard right inside the opening of my pussy lips and directly spanking my clit.

“Yeee-AHHH!!”

All other pain somewhat paled compared to this.

I was screaming as she continued to strike me there. After maybe four or five I was going to yell “Red!” when she quit. Mistress released my crying cunt and I spasmed in a stew of conflicting input!

They began to untie me and held me up as I was more than a little unsteady on my feet. I looked to the two as if to ask “Are we finished?”

Mistress on my left smiled at Madame on my right. “Told you she was up for it.”

Then she kissed me and I sighed and moaned. “Please, Mistress. I need to cum…”

“And you will. And it will be glorious.”

They guided me over to a chair, gave me a bottle of water mixed with fruity electrolytes, and allowed me to rest for a while. Sitting there, I became aware of how aroused I was. My old friend pain was sparking, burning, tingling all over my body but so was my neglected and abused clit. My juices had soaked my inner thighs and were pooling on the chair as well.

I was hanging loose, my head looking at the floor when a familiar pair of shoes appeared. My husband Jack was kneeling in front of me, his face was a mixture of pride and concern.

“Oh my God, baby. You were incredible. How are you holding up? Do you need to-?”

My raspy voice cut him off. “Don’t you dare!! I’m too close!”

He kissed my forehead and headed back to his slave and a probable fuck. Lucky bitch.

The sexy brunette abuser, Mistress, appeared and asked if I was ready for more. “I did promise you a cum.”

“G- g - glorious!”

She laughed heartily and I smiled.

I had been close a few times, especially when my nipples and then my pussy were being caned. My tortured body was one throbbing need.

After a brief moment, she led me over to a table that had been placed in the middle of the stage and told me to lie down on my back. She proceeded to attach restraints to my wrists and ankles and moved attached sections at the top and bottom so that I was in an X position. Every tug and pull made me wince in pleasurable distress. They then snugly attached a belt just above my breasts and bent my knees up to secure my legs wide open.

Then she used a remote to tilt the table up to probably about a 20 degree angle or so. As it stopped, I looked over and saw what was to be the next instrument of abuse. Both of the women had riding crops in their hands and moved over on either side of the table.

Madame’s voice was laced with disrespect and a sadistic sneer. “Ready, Foxy Sue?”

“Fuck yes,” I managed and the crowd erupted in applause.

She looked annoyed at my defiance and the blows started.

Both Dommes were repeatedly striking the inside of my thighs. They switched every other as they rained the blows from above my knees to where my legs joined my body.

They had added insults to further fuel my humiliation and my orgasm.

“Fucking whore!”

“Red-haired bitch!”

“Pain slut!”

The tempo was steady, a blow every second as if they were following a timer. For two solid minutes, I was struck, so roughly 120 times.

My orgasm was naturally forgotten yet the pain had taken me from horrifying to a numbing delight, putting my body in a state of euphoric heat.

They were relentless as they moved up and began striking my abdomen. Looking down I could raise my head just enough to see that my thighs were beet red and my belly was quickly becoming the same.

Mercifully, they quickly moved up to my breasts raining blow after blow onto my incredibly sensitive nipples. I could feel my juices flowing copiously as they once again aimed their strikes directly onto the tips of my very erect nipples.

The tempo slowed as if to incorporate more agonizing anticipation. With each strike I screamed with pain, my breasts flaring with welts of red!

Madame had moved down between my bent knees eying me like the fuckmeat I was tenderized into. Through my angony I noticed she was now only wearing her boots. She looked hit as -

“FUCK!”

She was anything but gentle striking my swollen clit 5 times in quick succession. The last one almost brought me to orgasm.

Almost… so close.

With no rest for the sufferer, the final phase of my punishment was about to begin. My two abusers wheeled a small cart over to the table, They lay strings from my shoulders down to my hip area and began to pinch my skin together snapping wooden clothespins every two inches over the strings.

The “zippers” were crafted from just above my breasts, down their sides, and down the sides of my abdomen. Each pinch and snap of the clothespins sent bolts of pain searing through my skin already on fire from the torment it had received. I had seen this being applied to other performers and almost wept at the thought of the pain to come.

When they finished, Mistress reached over and retrieved a Hitachi wand.

She held it up so I could stare at it for just the right amount of time to make me beg.

All I could muster was a nod and she deemed that adequate.

Mistress powered it on and put it onto my soaking wet pussy. As soon as it touched me, I lifted my ass up off the table so that I could push it as hard against me as I could.

My breathing was like that of a sprinter, my muscles releasing reserves like a marathoner.

It was in this moment that my abusers, sensing my impending implosion, grabbed the end of the string and ripped the clothespins off.

The walls of the loft must have reverberated from the screams. My unworldly howls coincided with the first spasms of the most incredible orgasm of my life.

My nerves ratcheted inside of my body as waves and waves of pleasure consumed my mind.

Madame yelled out, “YESSS!” as if she was also cumming. I found out later, she actually had; one of the reasons she wanted to be naked.

My soul in torment convulsed into a lengthening euphoria.

……….

In the past, after orgasming this long, I had become too sensitive and begged for it to stop.

This was the exact opposite. I reveled in the intense pleasure wishing it would never end.

***

I woke to the applause from the members, it was loud and it filled my now fully exposed psyche.

Having lost the adrenaline block, my body was sharply aware of every pain afflicted and I nearly passed out again.

Two house slaves released me and led me off to a recovery room.

“Ladies, Gentlemen and the rest of you,” Mistress announced with pride, “Foxy Sue!”

As I headed down the warmly lit hallway I saw Paul and Linda, waiting for me at the doorway. She had been crying and was half dressed, his gorgeous cock was still wet from whoever he had just fucked. Both of them were beaming.

They acted as if I had just returned from the summit of Everest, and in a way I had.

The beautiful, sweet and naked staff administered to me as before. I noted that some of the lotions must have contained lidocaine, as relief was faster in arriving than in previous visits. Although I was laying on my back, there was still plenty of pain. When they flipped me over, I saw Jack was sat nearby smiling like a proud father of a new baby. He looked ridiculously sexy.

Mistress was there, softly kissing my back.

“You were insanely good tonight. I think you impressed our visitor from Los Angeles. She wanted you to have these.”

In her palm were the shamrock-shaped green and gold clamps. It was a pervertedly touching moment.

“Happy to… represent the East Coast.”

The girls giggled. Mistress chuckled and shook her head.

“You okay, babe?” Jack asked quietly. “Not too much?”

Defiantly I croaked out, “…never…”

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Thanks again, Sue, you are indeed foxy.

Peace, Matt