Play Assingment

Chapter 4

- No, of course, I don't mind. Tell me, Ava, how can you get into your club? By invitation only?

- By recommendation only. Permanent club members invite partners, depending on the s****l preference of the dominant or the submissive. Do you understand what I'm talking about?

Feeling that I was blushing, I nodded.

- Excellent. I will only add that our club is not just closed. We provide an opportunity for clients to remain incognito.

- How's that? -I guessed but still preferred to clarify.

- Not every client is ready to reveal his face. Abigail, we have famous people. Often TV stars. They need confidentiality: actors, politicians, other celebrities. We are preparing VIP visits for them. We discuss desires and preferences. - Ava's hand gripped my elbow completely, and now the owner of the club was walking in indecent closeness to me. A crazy thought flashed through my mind: I would have seen a similar couple on the street, decided that the girls were mistresses. The thought flashed and disappeared, displaced by new information. - I will explain in more detail. A certain "Mr.N" wants to play the role of a Sub. But in view of his position in society, family ties, children, he cannot openly declare his desire. He turns to us, and we select Dom for him. It also depends on preferences. We negotiate the terms. Alexandrian cross. Pegging. Flogging. Physical masochism. Psychological sadism. Or, on the contrary, a modest girl who has dreamed of being tied up all her life and ... -Ava coughed demonstratively, making it clear what exactly she did not finish. -Abigail, tell me, did you allow your man to own you completely? To allow you to fully immerse yourself in the atmosphere of the club and get to know our procedures better, I arranged a few small performances. We will visit several VIP cabins. Some clients are exhibitionists and don't mind being looked at. Prying glances fascinate and excite them.

We walked down the corridor and turned a corner. The red velvet walls were separated by wide oak doors to hide clients from prying eyes. Were clients assigned different times so that they did not intersect and could not see each other? But I was in no hurry to ask. I wanted to see what the owner of this institution is ready to tell and show herself.

Internal excitement grew. The feeling of a certain irrevocability did not leave me. Stupid. Ridiculous. It's absurd. But it's a fact. Following Ava along the corridors, listening to her languid voice, plunging thin heels into the high pile of the carpet, I definitely left the Rubicon behind me. If I drank alcohol or even tea in the car, I would certainly have decided that something was mixed with me. A kind of aphrodisiac. They didn't touch me, they didn't even show me anything yet, but I felt myself starting to get excited.

I cleared my throat.

- I think it will be interesting. - I uttered what I thought was a duty phrase, as the silence dragged on, and I was not ready to show Ava my condition.

Ava gave me a slightly mocking look.

- I think you will like it, - made a dramatic pause and added with a breath, - Abigail.

I swallowed.

Does it seem to me or the owner of the club is looking at me with some interest? Yes, the fantasy was played out and in earnest. At that moment, I did not suspect that this was just the beginning.

We went to the first door, and Ava opened it quietly. We found ourselves in a narrow corridor, from which two more doors led. One for visitors, the other for those who wish to watch. We went to the left door and opened it just as noiselessly.

Glass wall from floor to ceiling. A row of velvet armchairs with wrought iron legs with ornate patterns. Black walls. Muffled light.

And a couple behind the glass.

I saw them immediately. A man and a woman. Dom and Sub. A tall girl, dressed in red latex, a seamless leotard suit wrapped around her like a second skin, allowing us to admire her perfect body. Small breasts, thin waist, narrow hips, and endless legs. Model appearance.

The man deserved special attention. My eye twitched nervously as I began to evaluate, not without interest. But what was going on? If he had not been on all fours, I would have more accurately determined his height, and so I could only assume that he is taller than 5.10. Broad shoulders, pumped-up arms, and chest. It could be seen that he spends a lot of time in the gym. Next is a collar with spikes on the neck, a leather vest on the chest, and that's it, apart from a specific object tightening his erect p***s.

The Sub held a whip in his mouth.

-Move to me, worthless thing! – The Dom's imperious voice cut the ear unpleasantly.

And the man, bowing his head, crawled towards her.

Everything inside me protested against what I saw. It was my essence that unnaturally screamed. A man shouldn't kneel like that! Should not approach a woman on all fours! Male! The one who made a fire and carried a mammoth on his shoulders.

When I saw the butt plug closing his anus, I felt sick. Nausea rolled up in my throat, and I winced.

- Don't you like it? -I forgot that, in turn, Ava was watching my reaction.

- Let's just say I've seen enough.

- Hmm, then we will not wait for the main action. Let's go to the others. I think that what you see next will make a more meaningful impression.

I hastened to leave, trying to get rid of the unpleasant sensation. I was seeing a man humiliated, even if at his request. But I must mention it in the article.

And again, the corridor. And yet, the oak door.

- Please.

Again, I entered first.

As soon as we were in the voyeur's booth, I immediately turned towards the glass wall, wanting to know what was prepared for me and whether it made sense to sit in the chair.

I saw the Alexandrian cross, and a fragile girl crucified on it. Completely naked with the same silk mask I have on my face. Her hands were tied with silk ties, belts on her feet. What did I feel the moment I saw her? I do not know. Although no, I'm lying. The thrill returned to me again. The lower abdomen clenched convulsively still. The girl was small, and on the cross, she seemed defenseless.

As it turned out, this was the beginning.

Another "jock" turned out to be her partner. Only higher and more powerful. I instantly had the image of a biker with the same influential figure, a short beard, and a body painted with numerous tattoos. The face of the Dominant was covered with a leather mask. As I understand it, it was explicitly intended for me to comply with the game. It would not be difficult to recognize who was hiding under it. Once you see intricate tattoos on steel muscles, you will recognize the owner. It's better not to meet with such a man in a dark alley.

This couple made a strong impression on me. She was like a delicate flower. He was a predator, before whom the wild doe tremble.

Ava came over and stood behind me. I was against it, but I didn't say anything. I was a little uncomfortable that I behaved unprofessionally and did not finish the first "performance."

- The couple conducts the third session. We met by chance, and now they come together. They feel good. Observe them, and you can see for yourself the veracity of my words. - Ava's languid voice rang out over the ear. I quickly turned around and saw that Ava was leaning over me and looking into the hollow between my breasts. Throwing my head a little higher, I met her eyes. The gray eyes darkened, and interest arose. Of a certain nature. Hmmm.

Again, I had to remind myself that I was on a job assignment and that I shouldn't take everything literally. How did I know what kind of s****l predilections the co-owner of the club has? Perhaps she liked me. But I definitely prefer men. Women never attracted me or turned me on.

In order not to get hung up on Ava, I returned to the couple behind the glass. On-time, because the main action was unfolding.

The Dom went to a wooden table, on which were laid out flogs, stacks, whips, as well as several dildos. He took a blue stack and hit himself on the open palm for a test. Then he smiled. Anticipating. From his smile, a chill went down my spine, and I involuntarily, in order to better see what was happening, leaned forward.

The show promised to be exciting.

And I was not mistaken.

The man returned to the crucified submissive and carefully, swaying caustically, passed the tip of the stack over the sharp n*****s. The girl, as far as the restraints allowed her, bent as if asking for the first blow. And he followed. Not loud. Not strong. The strike hit the stomach. Further, the stack, fulfilling the will of the owner, swiftly shot up to the chest. And again, the blow. More tangible.

The girl twitched, groaning softly. A pink streak appeared on her snow-white skin.

I watched without blinking. I never noticed in myself inclinations to voyeurism, and I didn't even indulge in watching porn videos. And then something in me seemed to have lifted a damper. This damper was so deep that it was out of reach for me personally. I have always considered myself a sexually liberated young woman. I loved s*x and enjoyed it. But she adhered to the traditional relationship. "Vanilla s*x" - so it was said in one article I watched the day before. Now everything has turned upside down. The thoughts that came to mind were embarrassing and disturbing.

How does it feel to be tied up? Crucified? Stand and wait? Be completely in control? Follow strict discipline?

I gazed eagerly into the girl's face, wanting to know what she was experiencing. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Meanwhile, the spanking continued. On the shoulders. On the breasts. On the stomach. On the sides. On the open v****a.

- Is she in pain?- I didn't recognize my voice. Hoarse. Lower.

- A little.- Ava's reply came immediately. -But she is enjoying this pain. Each blow of the Master is perceived by the Sub as a great blessing. Like a caress. The long-awaited one. And the Master, experienced and caring, will never cross the line. He knows how many and where to hit.

Ava's words penetrated into consciousness but were perceived through a veil. They enveloped but did not penetrate. All my attention was focused on the couple.

The man was an experienced Dom. Even I understood this. Striking precise, quick, painful blows, he calculated strength without hurting the skin. The eight-pointed whip replaced the stack. He stroked the Sub's thighs with it. The girl moaned loudly, not hiding her emotions. It was for the thrill that she came to the club and received them in full.

I fidgeted. It became uncomfortable to sit. The skin between my legs became very sensitive, and I, burning with shame in front of me, admitted that what I saw was incredibly arousing. The languor intensified. I desperately wanted to lean back in the chair, lift one leg, bend it at the knee, and comfortably sit on the armrest of the chair, run a finger in my panties. Touch myself, slide between the wet folds, and I was very wet!

Why was there an urgent need to relieve the heat between my legs? From the fact that I have not had a s****l partner for six months? Or from the fact that a couple having a session in a b**m club affected me incredibly exciting?

I was distracted for a moment and closed my eyes to calm down. And I shuddered when I heard the imperious:

- Look at me!

In the first second, perplexed, I decided that the man was addressing me. But how? Could they really see us too? I already wanted to ask Ava, but the apologetic voice of the Sub was ahead of me:

- Sorry, Master.

I was distracted by my own thoughts and did not see how the girl closed her eyes.

- I did not allow you to close your eyes - Dom stood in front of the Sub and lifted her chin with a whip. -You will be punished for your disobedience.

His next actions plunged me into a slight shock.

He returned to the table again, picked up a strap- on with a wide base, and turned to the Sub.

- And do not make a sound. Nothing, - said the man almost lazily, and the contrast of words and tone of voice sent goosebumps on my back.

When he approached the girl, humbly awaiting her fate, my heart stopped beating. I noticed everything: how the n*****s on the Sub's small breasts tightened, how she convulsively pulled in her flat stomach, how she tried to bring her hips together (I think the girl did this deliberately, clearly fulfilling the role of a slave). I noticed everything: how the muscles on the broad back of the Dom play, how measured his movements, how mysteriously dark eyes gleam in the slits of the mask.

And it turned me on like hell. For a moment, I fell out of reality. The Dominante, the Submissive, and me. There was no surrounding world. There was no club. There was no woman breathing heavily behind my back. There is nothing.

The Dom knew what he was doing. Having applied a sufficiently clear liquid to the strapon from the lubricant, he went behind the Alexandrian cross. The girl froze in anticipation. I froze in anticipation too. The man squatted down and carefully, and without losing power in his movements, introduced the strapon into the girl's anus. She twitched, but, as ordered, did not make a sound.

After these manipulations, Dom went around the cross again and stood in front of his partner. He fastened the leather ropes hanging from the strap- on at the girl's waist, straightened it, making sure that the strapon would not slip out of the body.

- Were you a good girl? - We heard a velvety voice.

In response, silence. These are the rules of the game.

- Yes, you were a good girl - the Dominant continued to speak in the same languid tone and knelt down before the girl. Accurately opposite her open and, I did not doubt, wet entrance, I didn't see his face. She could only guess.

I saw her face. And that was enough for me.