The Mistress Club [Main Story]
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				Title: <strong>The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 07:30:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Shorewood Fetish Club</span></span></strong></div><div align="center">(http://faculty.evansville.edu/mc42/Manor_front.jpg)<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://isvodkaevents.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/green-door-parlor-hollywood-photo.jpg)</div></td><td>(http://www.heritageparkinn.com/Images/parlor.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">Main Parlor</div></td><td><div align="center">One of several Private Parlors</div></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><div align="center">(http://img.hgtv.com/HGTV/2008/01/31/hdivd501-chocolate-bedroom_w609.jpg)</div><div align="center">Typical Bedroom Suite</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 07:41:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: lithograph;" class="bbc_font"> Chapter 1: An Audience</span></span></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mika Goto, or as most knew her, The Jyousama, sat reclining in the main parlor of Shorewood Manor, home to the Shorewood Fetish Club. It was an old mansion, built decades ago for a wealthy family, but since then had been adopted into a den of sin, decadence, and debauchery. It was tucked away from everyday life, back in the hills just before the countryside of the city began.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The club was quite active that night, and the parlor was mostly full. Mistresses sat chatting and gossiping upon the silk cushions of the elegant furniture, the leashes of their toys firmly in hand as they waited their favorite parlors to become available to play. Clashing with the refined, rustic furniture were outfits of leather, latex, and PVC, though some favored cocktail dressed and other modest attire that fit the setting.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mika herself wore a loose white blouse, mostly unbuttoned near the collar with a haphazardly done man’s tie. Cinched around her waist sat a black corset with a frilled bottom, barely masking her garter belt that held up the fishnets up her long legs. Her trim, mostly bare athletic rear basked in the plush cushions of the central loveseat that was exclusively reserved for the elite Mistress Club.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kneeling before her, a sub named Brandon she more commonly referred to as Meat stewed in controlled agony. Just minutes ago, before sitting down, she had bound his cock; a noose around the base, then balls separated &nbsp;and tied into tight, hard nobs (http://www.hogtiedbondage.org/uploads/30509/techniques-in-cock-and-ball-bondage.jpg). Every strand was immaculately laid neat as can be, then cinched painfully and sadistically tight. His skin had already turned a shade of red, and soon would go to purple.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To add to the torment, the entire time she was sitting, the instep of her foot was casually stroking his shaft, keeping his restricted cock nice and hard with her cool leather heels and warm skin. He was unable to do anything; his wrists were bound behind him, and he sat with a ball gag between his teeth, unable to speak as a good sub should be. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Another half hour,” she told him. Then she would untie his member to restore circulation, then retie it in a more suitable way to whip the sack with the riding crop she caressed. “I want those balls nice and tender before they are cropped. In the meantime, don’t you dare go soft.”
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 16:09:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The onyx eyes of Katerina San Sebastian scanned the room almost lazily, her entire demeanor coming off as bored. She wasn't - not in the least - but what went through her mind was no ones business but her's; Mistress Kay. The Club was busy and she was enjoying a nice glass of rum before the activities began. Her other hand held a leash and her unlit Cuban cigar. Not much of a smoker now a days, her main usage for the cigar came after...in the privacy of her room.<br><br>Taking a sip of her drink, her eyes lowered down to the sub before her; the pretty little redhead, Alice. She was inexperience. She was new. And nothing pleased Mistress Kay more than breaking in new flesh. She was almost certain that what the young sub lacked in control, she would make up with enthusiasm. Who could pass that up?<br><br>Setting her glass down on the bar, Mistress Kay slowly crouched down, her black tight skirt fitting her like a second skin. The white collar shirt that she wore was almost fully open, exposing the swell of her large breasts. A silk black tie hung around her neck, knotted but not too tight. She represented sexual control, dominance and almost a man's role in her crude actions.<br><br>"It would be in your best interest -not- to let that slip out," Speaking low, she reached down under Alice and pressed her finger against the young woman's covered ass. Her fingertips found what they were looking for; the slim glass anal plug she had given her to wear. Pressing the plug firmly inside of her, she stood back up, a slight chuckle escaping her, "You would not want to begin our session on a bad note."<br><br>Reaching for her glass of rum, she tugged on the leash and made her way to the plush leather seat. Sitting down and crossing her legs, she took another sip of her rum and watched in slight interest at the torture The Jyousama was subjecting the male sub. It was entertaining to watch the subs follow instructions, trying their best to not disappoint.<br><br>Glancing at the clock on the wall, Mistress Kay let a small smile of anticipation cross her lips before it was gone. Reaching down she placed her hand on top of the sub's head; not caressing or showing any sign of affection. Simply keeping her hand on top of the red hair, a small sign of comfort for the night ahead.</span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 18:36:43</strong>
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				<em><strong>~Brand 'Meat' Kneeling, bound , gagged and in delightful pain pleasure with Mistress Jyousama 'The Queen'~<br><br>Brand knelt eyes down his cock bound&nbsp; &nbsp;and tied into tight, hard nobs (http://www.hogtiedbondage.org/uploads/30509/techniques-in-cock-and-ball-bondage.jpg) and the foot of the queen rubbing him keep him hard.... he bit the ball tween his teeth and twisted slightly his wrists... he loved the feel of being bound .. his control and trust given to the woman ... and men.. that came to this club.<br><br>In the years that he had been here he had never once been dissatisfied, and he always did his best to please them and keep the club's reputation high. He heard the words and then the command and he knew what would happen if he should disappoint 'The Queen' that she had chosen him this evening meant a lot Mistress Jyousama almost seemed to run the club, several mistresses looked at her as an example of what to do, and she expected the best and the most from all submissives who served her.. it was an honor to be chosen and one he was going to do his damnedest to make certain it happened again.<br><br>He had taken extra care and cleaned, shaved, made certain to 'flush' his bowels.. he had spent an hour meditating and concentrating on the evening the fact that he would under the hand of Mistress Jyousama made it even more important that his mind and body were in perfect sync.</strong></em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 21:05:04</strong>
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				Zoey Overbeck, a.k.a Madison Rivers, as she had called herself, was driving up to Shorewood with Adam sitting in the passenger seat and their luggage in the boot of their car. Madison's fingers drummed nervously against the wheel as she drove, repeating her story over and over in her head- a former local newspaper editor who enjoyed BDSM with her partner, had found out about the club on a tip-off from some guy at a nightclub, had decided to turn professional, yadda yadda yadda. She wasn't worried about forgetting her fake background- it was Adam she was worried about. If he forgot a detail and he vocalised it, the small seed of suspicion would have planted, and Madison knew from experience how fast suspicion matured. She turned to Adam, talking over the Sat Nav as they drew up outside the gates of the club.<br><br><strong>"Now Adam, are you sure that you've- Oh, yes, this is Madison Rivers, I phoned earlier, I'm here to see some of the resident Mistresses? Thanks..."</strong> Madison said, inturrupted by the gate intercom. As the gates swung open, Madison turned back to Adam. <br><br><strong>"Now remember, it's Maddy, or Madison, or even better Mistress, OK?"</strong> she said, driving her car into the grounds. <strong>"And you remember my backstory, yes? Editor of the paper?" </strong>She pulled up her car, shutting down the engine and turning to him one last time. <strong>"Remember, you're supposed to be my submissive, so you're to pamper me and do what I ask, mmk? I'll make it up to you once I've got my scoop, deal?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 21:12:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e99/pixiechanicons/natalya/032.png)<br><em>Alice kneeling by Mistress Kay, with a butt plug in and a collar attached to a leash. Wearing a sheer black and blue chemise (http://demandware.edgesuite.net/aacj_prd/on/demandware.static/Sites-FoH-Site/Sites-Holiday2002/default/v1283754194776/images/4/46370_lrg.jpg) and nothing else.</em> </div><br>Alice Highland was very new to this lifestyle, and it was difficult for her to adjust. However, she knew that this was what she wanted, and she tried hard to adapt to the strange environment. All of the mistresses were incredibly sexy, and capable of giving pain and pleasure in equal amounts...but they also took care of their subs. Alice was honored to be a part of the club's subs. <br><br>Today she was wearing nothing but a sheer &nbsp;black and blue chemise (http://demandware.edgesuite.net/aacj_prd/on/demandware.static/Sites-FoH-Site/Sites-Holiday2002/default/v1283754194776/images/4/46370_lrg.jpg) and a butt plug. It was slightly uncomfortable, but mainly it just made her wet. She shifted a bit restlessly as she attempted to feel the toy move around in her anus, and every time it did, she had to suppress a little moan. She knew her pussy was soaked right now, and her nipples were rock hard. However, it was up to Mistress Kay if and when she received any more attention.<br><br>She wouldn't let the plug fall out...hopefully...but without underwear, it was difficult. Still, since her ass was so tight, it wasn't as much of a problem as it might have been. Her red curls were loose around her face, and she was collared and leashed for the moment, with Mistress Kay holding the 'reins.' When the beautiful woman laid her hand on Alice's head, the young girl smiled and blushed...feeling that was a reward. She didn't speak, but she did look over and see Brand's cock tied up in painful looking knots. She wanted to ease his pain...and also to pleasure him...but to say so would earn her punishment beyond what was even normal. So instead, she simply kept her eyes on Mistress Kay's shoes and waited.
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				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 23:00:23</strong>
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				Adam Taylor wasn't a coward man. But what her girlfriend planned make him nervous. Partly he regretted to agree her plan for the story of her life. In the beginning it wasn't so bad. When they started to practise he was just a little afraid of the caning but it turned out it wasn't that bad. Well he never admitted to Zoey but they little private session turned him on more than he expected.<br><br>But now it was different. That was a game which sometimes ended in normal sex. The Mistress club was a different thing. They were the professionals as Zoey called them and this fact made him nervous. However he promised her at least a thousand time that he wouldn't fuck this up.<br><br>"Yes I remember everything." his voice was steady he didn't let that betray her nervousness however she could see that the way Adam looked out from the car. "You don't have to worry. And yes you've got your deal."<br>Adam opened the door got out of the car then walked to the other side and opened the door for her. He was wearing a dark trouser with a white shirt. They thought about a lot what he should wear as a sub but they decided it didn't matter much because he will be naked quickly after they join to the club.<br><br>Adam waited until she got off too then closed the door. He didn't reached for the key Adam let Zoey err... Madison to handle that part. Beside it was her car and she didn't asked him to take care of the keys and the alarm. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 17:43:51</strong>
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				<strong>"Thank you," </strong>said Madison as Adam so kindly opened the door for her- he'd have to get used to this serving lifestyle for a while. Slipping the keys out of the ignition she stood gracefully out, letting Adam shut the door behind her.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, again,"</strong> smiled Maddy, her eyes roving about the grounds to make sure no-one was looking as she leaned in towards Adam, whispering in his ear, <strong>"Don't get too used to me thanking you."</strong> Pulling back, she started walking to the main entrance of the club, tossing the car keys over to him and calling over her shoulder, <strong>"Bring our luggage into the reception and lock the car, there's a good boy."</strong> Turning her head, Madison strode confidently into the main reception area, walking up to the girl at the desk, a rather young and pretty thing displaying far more skin than clothing. Madison hadn't been told what to wear, and so had opted for a long flowing black dress, black and white diamond checked heels and a faux diamond necklace Adam had bought her for her last birthday. In her story, she'd made Adam buy it for her. <br><br><strong>"Hi..."</strong> Madison said, speaking to the girl, <strong>"I'm Miss. Rivers, I'm here for an interview with some of the Mistresses?"</strong> The girl nodded silently, looking down at her timetable.<br><br><em>"Uh hu, it's in about five minutes. You said you had a sub with you?"</em><br><br><strong>"Yes, he's just getting our luggage now. He won't be long now. For his sake he'd better not be long."</strong> The receptionist winked, crossing a time off her timetable.<br><br><em>"OK, your appointment is with Miss Jazmine, Miss Kay and The Jyousama. They're waiting in the main parlour, just go down the left corridor, second door to your right."</em><br><strong><br>"Thank you,"</strong> said Madison, crossing the reception to sit back on one of the comfortable leather sofas, checking the time. She hoped Adam would hurry up.
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				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 20:06:55</strong>
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				Adam smiled at her comment and would kissed her on the cheek but she pulled back too quickly. After that he didn't wanted to risk to someone saw that. He caught the key in the air and walked to the end of the car. With a well practiced move Adam opened the trunk. Yes it took a little practice because the lock were slightly damaged and needed a little push down before he could open up.<br><br>In the truck three suitcase were on each other. On the top was an average sized, it was his suitcase. The other two bigger one belonged to Madison. Fortunately his suitcase had a epaulet so he could hang it on his shoulder and he could carry the two bigger one. So he took out all of them then closed the trunk. With a beep sound the alarm was set and Adam slid the keys in his pocket. Then equipped himself with the three luggage and walked into the house.<br><br>The inside looked more elegant then the outside. Everything was peeping about wealth, which made him a bit uncomfortable. If some people could afford this kind of luxury how rich or powerful were they? Saw Madison in her dress standing at the reception he thought she chose the right dress to wear. He stopped not far from her and put down the suitcases. He reached into his pocked and carried the keys to her.<br>"The keys, Mistress" he gave to her.<br><br>The word mistress had a strange taste in his mouth. Of course they used this title before but not in a presence of somebody else. However it seemed the girl behind the counter didn't bother it. For a moment his eyes wandered on her curves but then he quickly stepped back to the suitcases and waited for Madison to tell him where he could carry them.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 22:34:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Brandon didn’t reply through the gag. When Mika wanted gag-talk, she’d force it out of him. Otherwise, what she said went. If he refused otherwise, the playtime in store would quickly become punishment until he decided to agree.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The absent stroking continued. Every so often she would change the sensation, like bring the ball of her foot against his shaft, smashing it into his pelvis, or pressing up against his swollen balls. Sometimes she would use the dagger of her heel and slide his cock into the curve of it. A few subs she granted an audience with enjoyed the sensation of fucking the crease of her heel.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Katerina settle beside her with an iron will over the redhead sub, like her, waiting for the woman who contacted them. “What do you think of this Madison Rivers?” she asked, not bothering to hide her boredom in waiting. Mika hated waiting. “Think she’ll have what it takes to join?”
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:03:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"No," She said shortly, her eyes flashing once more to the clock. Mistress Kay was growing bored and she wanted to take her sub into her room for some entertainment. Images of just how she could make the pretty little redhead screamed made her eye the clock in disgust.<br><br>"What is her <em>specialty</em>?" The last word was said in a slightly mocking tone. All of them had something they were known for. Word traveled fast within their circles of certain fetishes and expert handling of torture. The Mistresses in the Shorewood Club had specialties for each and every one of the subs that visited them.<br><br>Taking a sip of her rum, she looked at her sub and felt her lips curve in sudden interest. Raising her black stiletto up, close to Alice's face, she suddenly stopped and slowly pointed her foot down, rubbing the tip of her stiletto against the woman's covered nipples. Moving her foot back and forth she teased the puckered nub, able to see it hard through the thin gown.</span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:01:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Alice kneeling at the foot of Mistress Kay.</em></div><br>Alice didn't speak, but she did listen. Someone new was coming? Another Mistress? Mistress Kay didn't seem too excited, but the Jyousama seemed willing to be open to her. The young redhead couldn't help but get slightly excited about the possibility of another Mistress, but she was perfectly content with the three currently here. And for now, she was beyond content to be at the feet of Mistress Kay. <br><br>Hearing Mistress Kay talk about specialties brought Alice's attention back to the butt plug. No one did anal like the gorgeous brunette holding her leash. She was distracted from her thoughts by the sudden appearance of the stiletto in her face, but she didn't flinch. The shoe moved down to her already erect nipple, and the sub couldn't help the delighted and soft groan that escaped her mouth. The nipple attention sent a twinge of pleasure straight to her cunt, and she shifted restlessly as she practically dripped through her legs and onto the floor. If someone would come into the room right now, they would see Alice clothed...but barely. And her soft curves would be flushed with excitement and desire for her Mistress.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:23:19</strong>
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				Jazmine sat in a large leather chair, she wore a tight black latex catsuit.&nbsp; Zips were placed over strategic places and she loved the feeling of being encased in the form fitting outfit.&nbsp; Her black hair was loose, flowing around her face and tumbling away down her back.&nbsp; She had knee high boots on, the heels a good 5 inches high.&nbsp; She was resting them on the back of a delectable pet.&nbsp; She had been enjoying Magpie for a little while, she was serving now as an excellent foot stool.&nbsp; Miss Jaz knew it wasn't comfortable but she liked to see how long the girl could stay like it without moving.<br><br>The slave was naked, apart from an intricate bra of rope that criss crossed over her breasts, making them stand out.&nbsp; Jaz was idly teasing Magpie's nipples with the tip of her purple crop.&nbsp; She was listening to the conversation, not really saying much she was more interested in watching the way her pet was reacting to the teasing.&nbsp; “Dont move pet, if you do I will be most disappointed” she warned the girl, continuing to tease her nipples.&nbsp; Sometimes Jaz found it hard to feel part of them, she would once she was a full fledged Mistress, but she was in her final stages of training, she was still only a Miss.&nbsp; “I heard she was rather good with a cane.&nbsp; A bamboo one, someone I spoke to said she had the most amazing form.” She offered, enjoying the way her girl was behaving.&nbsp; “If you carry on like this I might reward you” she offered to Magpie, running the tip of her crop across her back before returning to teasing her nipples.
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				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:35:16</strong>
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				<em><em><strong>~Brand 'Meat' Kneeling, bound , gagged his eyes down his cock bound and tied into tight, hard nobs (http://www.hogtiedbondage.org/uploads/30509/techniques-in-cock-and-ball-bondage.jpg)&nbsp; with Mistress Jyousama 'The Queen' ~<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Brand was in another world, he was not surronded by some of the best Mistresses in the club and there chosen, the fact that they where all waiting for a new arrival, someone new that was joining had him on edge.. he could see Mistress Kay and her chosen Alice he saw out of the corer of his eye how she also was bound and being played tested.. he knew that Mistress Kay was herself the foremost expert in the club with anal manipulation... the fact she also was into branding worried him.. but he had grown to trust and and all mistressess... he shivered and bit his gag a bit more thinking of the punishment his ass would have by her ... just like his cock was now getting from Mistress Jyousama and then there was Mistress Jazmine...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He could see her on the other side of Mistress Jousama barely... her chosen on her knees breasts bound the cries of the men and woman who had come under her hand cries of pain and pleasure where legendary and he was here now with them..&nbsp; he could not help if but wonder if he would be the only male under there hand or if this new mistress would have a male as her chosen? He TWITCHED his cock when she used sharp edge of her heel almost like a knife against his skin he could feel a sweat break out on his back.. the though of her slicing his cock with her sharp perfect shoes made him tingle...<br><br>&nbsp;</strong></em><br><br></em>
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				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:31:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Magpie kneels obediently on all fours in front of her mistress, Jazmine.</strong><br><br>She had been there for some minutes now and even the deep ply of the plush carpet beneath her knees hadn't stopped the eventual ache that set in as the weight of those deliciously heeled feet rested on her bare back.<br><br>The thick material which made up the boots began to make a small indent in her skin from the pressure resting in her mistress's relaxed heels. Her elbows began to tingle and burn being locked into position and she knew that if she dipped even slightly to remove the pressure that the pretty little crop her mistresses toyed with would do more than idly smack her exposed rear from time to time.<br><br>The rise and fall of conversation from around the room served as a pleasant distraction to her predicament for a while, the small talk and joking weaving around her contented, if uncomfortable thoughts like a balm, making her thankful she was merely an object and not yet as subjected as brandon and a few other subs were being.<br><br>Her wondering thoughts were soon called back to the aching shell of her body however, as Miss Jazmine's crop began to be more than just idle. The faint slap, slap, slap of the rounded tip against her tender nipples echoed inside her skull, demanding attention, as the stinging sensation the taps left behind began to mingle with the fierce hot pain in her straining wrists.<br></span><div align="center"><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>“Dont move pet, if you do I will be most disappointed” </em></span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Magpie swallowed. Oh how she wanted to be good! She liked to please the mistresses but sometimes it was so hard! She braced herself mentally, willing her body to continue enduring even as she knew she was reaching the ends of her strength. "Yes, Miss." She breathed, desperately trying to keep her tiring arms straight.<br><br>Soon the rhythmic slapping of crop on breast became more than merely demanding as her bound breasts grew pink, and then red, her nipples purpling with the abuse. She whimpered as Miss Jazmine continued past her body's increasing sensitivity and the sharp, thrusting pain of the crop on her nipples began to make her thoughts spin with the pain.</span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>“If you carry on like this I might reward you”</em></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>"Thank you Miss Jazmine." She replied gracefully despite the tears beginning to build up in the corners of her eyes from the prolonged crop work. <br><br>All too soon her arms began to tremble; dipping slightly as she tried to regain her pose and, not longer after, her legs cramped causing her to kink her back a little as she tried to regain enough feeling in them to support the weight above her. <br><br>Her body became a trembling battleground of weakening limbs and her whimpering more frequent as the ruthless crop continued its work upon her nipples. Her nails dug fiercely into the deep carpet underneath her as if to cling on to her precarious position by sheer will alone...</span>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 02:29:58</strong>
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				Jazmine could feel that Magpie was beginning to struggle keeping the shape.&nbsp; She sighed, but she did not remove her feet.&nbsp; She merely changed tactics with the crop, using the end to tease her between her legs now, teasing, not really hard enough to hard, but enough to tease.&nbsp; She was impressed with her, she had managed to stay in that shape for a while.&nbsp; Finally she swung her boots round and took another deep breath.&nbsp; <br><br>“You did well pet, but you just let yourself down at the end there”&nbsp; she said softly, her tone honeyed, conversational.&nbsp; “You may kneel” she said, point to a spot in front of her with the crop.&nbsp; She cross her legs, her boots hanging before the girl's face. “ I think you should honour the boots, show me how much they arouse you” she said, hitting the toe of her top boot with the end of the whip.&nbsp; “I do not want a word, just do it.&nbsp; Once we have concluded our business here we will retire, I have a need to explore your body and see what areas are most sensitive to my new crop.” She told her, flicking her nipples again as she waited for her to lick her boots.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 02:58:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Magpie eased her aching joints out of the shape she had held for so long and slipped into the familiar position of the kneel, her small feet tucked to one side, her back straight and her eyes downcast.<br></span><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>“You did well pet, but you just let yourself down at the end there”&nbsp; </em></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>"Please forgive me, Miss Jazmine." She replied as she settled appropriately before her Mistress's magnificent feet, her self-disappointment evident from her genuinely remorseful tone of voice. She hated to fail.<br><br>The trembling in her limbs sent the occasional shiver through her body as they regained their stability and her eyes focused on the soft holds of leather-encased foot before her, listening intently to her Mistress's voice as she commanded her: </span><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em><br>“ I think you should honour the boots, show me how much they arouse you, I do not want a word, just do it.&nbsp; Once we have concluded our business here we will retire, I have a need to explore your body and see what areas are most sensitive to my new crop.” </em></span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Magpie flinched slightly as the crop struck the font of her mistress's boot close to her sore, throbbing nipples and cried aloud as, a second later, the crop actually struck down them, settling a ripple of fire across her chest. Gasping a little from the unexpected blow she replied with alacrity, "My pleasure, Miss." and gently took the proffered foot in her hands, cradling it gently like the precious object she perceived it to be. <br><br>She began by laying sweet butterfly kisses over the toes and arches of the shoe, dutifully taking her time, her soft pink lips leaving a slight indent with each placement. Slowly she moved down to the shoe's underside where she lovingly began to lick the rough rubber sole, with long sensuous laps, teasing the leather sides with her quick darts of her tongue as if her mistress's feet were another part of her anatomy all together. Reverently she turned the leather-clad wonder slightly with her hands, taking the weight of her mistress's foot so that she didn't have to and giving her busy mouth access to every area of the shoe. She suppressed a small moan as she finished her adoration of Mistress Jazmine's left foot by sucking on the ends of her laces, drawing the strings into and out of her mouth and wrapping them around her agile tongue.<br><br>Gently she slipped further down into her knees, guiding her mistress's foot as she did so, till her mouth reached the shoe resting on the floor. Leaving her neck and shoulders supporting the left foot she dutifully began work, with lips and tongue, upon Mistress Jazmine's&nbsp; superbly clad right foot.<br>&nbsp;</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 14:42:30</strong>
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				Madison checked her watch again, her foot jiggling. This was getting silly. The receptionist was on the phone, obviously chatting to a friend, and her appointment was getting closer and closer. Finally, she could sit around any longer, standing up and striding over to reception.<br><br><strong>"Excuse me?" </strong>Madison said impatiently. <strong>"Excuse me?" </strong><br><br>The receptionist frowned slightly, looking up and then back down to the phone.<br><br><em>"One moment Sarah... May I help you Madison?"</em> muttered, almost a little impatiently.<br><br><strong>"Yes, I have an appointment at half past, can I go on now?"</strong><br><br>The receptionist checked a clock on her desk, taken aback slightly- she'd completely lost track of time. She bit her lip, glad that Madison had been impatient- receptionists had been fired for keeping the club mistresses waiting. <br><br><em>"Oh, I'm terribly sorry Miss. Rivers, one moment.... Sorry, Sarah, call you back."</em> She put down the receiver, resetting it and picking it up again, dialling the in-house number to get the parlour. <em>"Ma'am? Miss. Rivers is here to see you. I'll send her down. Thank you." </em>She placed the receiver down again, turning to Madison.<br><br><em>"OK Miss Rivers, follow me. Bring your slave along too,"</em> she said, standing up. <em>"You can leave your luggage here."</em> Madison followed, calling out to Adam.<br><br><strong>"Come, slave,"</strong> she barked, stepping confidently after the receptionist. The group stopped outside a large oak door, the receptionist knocking on it gingerly. One never entered a room without the permission of the Mistress inside- sometimes they closed their doors for a reason.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 22:40:38</strong>
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				At least Adam didn't have to carry anymore the suitcases. He left them there with the feeling that some point today he will wish for that he rather carring these around. That would be an easy job, because he still was physically fit. Adam hoped that will help him in the next few days.<br><br>Thinking about his body Adam was curious what the other Mistresses would think of it. He hoped they will like it because maybe they weren't as strict with him as he had an untended body. And of course he would found they approval very flattering. But then he was back in reality and he assumed that his physical condition won't count so much. As he learned the obedience was the primary aspect.<br><br>He followed the two women in silent. When they reach the door and when the receptionist knocked on the door his heart began to racing faster. This was the point he may say no and walk out of this. But Adam had made a promise and he will keep it. On the other hand he was curious too what it would like to being a sex slave. Of course he never mentioned that to Madison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 02:12:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Katerina was watching Magpie worship Janie's boot when she heard the knock at the door. She glanced at the clock, seeing that their guest had arrived on the dot. Impressive, but still a bit annoying when they had better things to do.<br><br>Finishing her rum, she set it down on the table next to her unlit cigar and barked, "Alice. Stand and let our guests in." Unclasping the leash from the collar around Alice's neck, she reached down and squeezed Alice's ass cheeks hard, her voice holding a hint of amusement, "And you know what will happen if you let this escape."<br><br>Settling back in her seat, Mistress Kay waited until Alice had stood up before she snapped the leash and whipped her backside with it. A small smile of pleasure crossed her lips. Good. Now a couple of questions and she would have her hands all over her beautiful redheaded sub.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 02:25:46</strong>
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				Alice was still on fire for her Mistress when the knock came. Immediately her head whipped that way, and she knew that it would be up to one of the subs to answer the door. Magpie was making out with Miss Jazmine's footwear, Brand was in a very painful situation, and Alice was the only one relatively free. Therefore, she wasn't surprised when she was chosen to answer. Smiling, she stood up slowly and bowed her head.<br><br>"Yes, Mistress."<br><br>She waited until the leash was undone, and forced her ass cheeks together in order to keep the butt plug in. Walking over to the door, she yelped as the leash whipped across her ass, and she almost lost the plug. Whimpering, she made sure it was secure before going to the door and opening it. Smiling at the man and woman, she couldn't help but blush at her immodest appearance. <br><br>When she had opened the door and gestured into the room, she went back to Mistress Kay and knelt slowly, allowing her bare ass to peak out beneath the nightie and her nipples to poke through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 21:54:40</strong>
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				Madison's first impulse was to walk in sheepishly- after all, these were three very dominant women, and she didn't want to appear arrogant. She caught herself before she stepped in- confident, Zoey, confident!<br><br>She strode into the room, walking straight up to the three Mistresses who were sitting down. Her eyes flicked briefly over the three submissives, two females and one male, one acting as what appeared to be a footrest, another in a collar, and the man's cock and balls were tied up in a way Madison would never have considered doing without a lot of practice- they were already going a fine shade of purple. Her attention did not linger over them long, instead focusing on the three woman who were lounging comfortably. She approached the closest woman, a petite Asian looking woman in a white blouse and corset. From the way her boot was working over the man's cock, she assumed he was under her control.<br><br><strong>"A pleasure to meet you Ma'am"</strong> said Madison, extending her hand.<strong> "I'm Madison Rivers."</strong> As she shook her hand, she caught sight of Adam in the corner of her eyes. Time to make a good impression... She whipped round before she shook the hands of the other two women, snapping.<br><br><strong>"Slave, what are you doing on your feet? I thought I had taught you better manners than that!"</strong> she barked, her hand shooting out, her right index finger pointing firmly to the floor. <strong>"You don't stand up in the presence of other Mistresses!" </strong>She turned the women, shaking her head and looking embarrassed. <strong>"My apologies. I am still training this one up. He is a slow learner."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:24:50</strong>
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				Adam followed Madison a few steps behind her. But the sight of the room made him stopped. First his gaze moved through the three mistress. The first one wear a full latex suit and her slave was licking her shoe. At least she wasn't very intimidating. Not the second one who wore an almost unbuttoned shirt and a loose tie. Only two word popped in his mind about her: dangerous and sexy. She was the one that he defiantly didn't wanted to make angry. The last mistress was a some kind of Asian woman. She looked powerfull yet elegant. She was just between the other two however what was ultimately grabbed his attention was her slave and what she was doing with him.<br><br>The man's cock was tied tightly with ropes but it was still hard. The Asian mistress was teased him with her leg and shoe. He couldn't read the slave's facial expression it was either pain or pleasure but he assumed mostly pain what he felt. This was the very point when he regretted the whole thing. In the same momend he heard the door closed behind him as it was a message that there wasn't turning back now.<br><br>Madison's command arrived just the right time. Adam's legs were shaking lightly because of the sudden realization what was waiting for him. He slowly descended on his knees and turned his gaze on the floor. He knew that was what the mistress expected from a slave and he did it gladly because he no longer have to watch them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:34:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alice obediently got up and opened the door, revealing the woman Madison Rivers. She was tall, with a prominent, commanding figure that was only amplified by the form fitting black dress she wore. Her red hair wasn’t nearly as brilliant as Alice’s, but added to her aura of uniqueness, like the diamonds she wore around her neck.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>Formal, to the point of submitting before a superior</em>, Mika thought to herself. Introductions were polite, but the address of ‘ma’am’ lowered herself; a little strange, coming from a dominant. She didn’t bother getting up, and the return hand shake was only half hearted. “The Jyousama,” she replied dryly. Madison would have to earn her true name. “Of the Mistress Club.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The other woman lashed out at her sub when he was caught standing, but it hardly impressed Mika. Madison had a very curt voice, but such a demonstration could have been easily staged, and from what she could gather, this was an appeal to impress. The sub was a pretty little toy, and like always, she was a little envious of that which she did not have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 03:42:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Apologizing for a slave, Katerina thought with a slight hint of disdain. Who apologized for a slave? Her onyx eyes watched the newcomer with slight interest. Perhaps she was like Miss Jazmine and was still learning the trade, though it should have been made aware to them. Her eyes scanned Madison up and down before her eyes landed on her slave. Her lips quirked at the corners when she saw the look in his eyes. Fear. She feasted on that emotion.<br><br>Without bothering to offer her hand to shake, her eyes briefly touched Madison's before she said shortly, "Mistress Kay." Her gaze went back to Alice, clasping the leash back around her collar before returning her attention back to the female before them. She was intrigued as to find out just what her area of expertise was.<br><br>With her head tilted to observe their new guests, Katerina moved a heeled foot down in between the back of Alice's thighs. Idly, she began to tap her foot up, pressing the tip of her black shoe against her pert little ass, making sure to move and wiggle the object between the slave's ass cheeks. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:14:54</strong>
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				As Mistress Kay reattached her leash, Alice knelt obediently at her feet. Her Mistress' foot began descending along her thighs, and Alice grew more and more excited. The taps against her ass made her cheeks flush and her pussy grow even wetter. When she wiggled the butt plug around, Alice gasped softly and moaned quietly. Her face was a mask of pleasure, and she wished that she could relieve herself in some way. <br><br>Watching the new "Mistress" walk in, she soon turned her attention down to the handsome male slave. Smiling at him, she waited for their eyes to meet before she gave him a comforting look. However, the continued teasing from the Domme above her was making it hard to pay attention. She leaned forward slightly to give Mistress Kay more access, and this caused her plugged ass and wet, pink slit to be revealed to the room...and the male slave, who seemed close by. Swallowing, Alice shifted a bit and tried to be patient...although it was hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 04:28:33</strong>
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				Madison offered the other two Mistresses brief greetings, standing back a little way, her arms folded. When she'd planned her introduction, Madison had had to find a good area to settle in- if she was too polite, even appearing submissive, her supposed authority and dominance would be brought into question. Too haughty, too arrogant and disdainful and the women would take an instant dislike to her- or would they? Did they even respect those qualities in a potential Mistress? Madison didn't know, settling for a polite but curt greeting, hoping she'd struck the decent middle ground. She snapped her fingers at Adam, calling over to him without looking in his direction.<br><br><strong>"Slave, over here now," </strong>she said firmly, pointing to the floor at her feet. <strong>"These ladies are going to ask for some demonstration of my abilities, no doubt, and you wouldn't want to keep them waiting now, would you?"</strong> Madison's eyes flicked coldly between the three women, purposly ignoring the three subs at their feet- it wouldn't pay to appear to take too much of an interest in them. She remained with her arms folded, trying to project an air of cold indifference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gwindolyn</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 23:11:41</strong>
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				It was in this moment of introductions that Mistress Xany waltzed through the mansion.&nbsp; Her metal spiked heels clacked insistently through the halls.&nbsp; Her outfit contisted of straps.&nbsp; One thick one down the middle of her body with many pulling around her body to the mirrored thich strap down her back.&nbsp; Much of her lightly tanned skin shown shimmered with her irritation as she opened wide the doors behind the new mistress and her sub.&nbsp; Without even giving a glance at any, except a slight nod to the the Queen.&nbsp; She strode powerfully through the room.&nbsp; The light of the room flickered off her leather straps in a myriad of little reflected lights as if she were wearing a suit of fireflies - or needles.&nbsp; Her long red hair, barely tamed in an odd sort of weaving behind her head.&nbsp; It would be wrong to call it as organized as a braid or a fishtail, but subdued and tightly away from her face is an accurate description.&nbsp; Her hair shown with the longer needles stuck through the odd rope.&nbsp; All the better to play with. She strode over to Miss Jazmine and took the leash from her hands.&nbsp; "Your subsitution for my presence is no longer required.&nbsp; This sub will enjoy the hand of a true Mistress this night.&nbsp; Be gone."&nbsp; She stood still until the apprentice rose indignantly.&nbsp; There was a look of daggers in the Miss's eyes, but that only brought a cruel grin to Mistress Xany's full, red lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Miss stopped to arrange herself, a way of asserting her importance in the face of humiliation.&nbsp; Mistress Xany deftly slipped a straight pin from a strap wrapping around her thigh and used it to hurry the girl.&nbsp; "Shoo! I said."&nbsp; She laughed at the Miss trying to hold her haughty air as the Miss sauntered from the room like a wounded puppy.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked down at the sub.&nbsp; With a confused voice, she said, "I didn't choose you.&nbsp; I had a male lined up for the night."&nbsp; She growled at the girl.&nbsp; "That meansyou better take extra care to make up for that mistake.&nbsp; Or do you have a cock tucked in down there?"&nbsp; She yanked the girls leash suddenly and hard to send her splaying backwards.&nbsp; She inspected between the legs with her hand.&nbsp; "A pity," is all she said about the girl having only a pussy and not a pussy with a cock to make up for having a pussy at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Crawl next to my ankles and if anytime through the night you can't keep up, you will know the pain of my displeasure.&nbsp; Come."&nbsp; She pulles the girl by the leash, not caring if she was to her feet yet or not.&nbsp; She did not know about the girls hours as a stool, nor would she have cared other than to enjoy the delicious pain the crawling would cause her on top of that.&nbsp; She did not seem to register in anyway the rope bra around the girl's chest, the way it squeezed her breasts to look almost separate from the body with such a pretty purpling hue to them.&nbsp; She did note, however, the long black hair.&nbsp; Such a nice way to grab a hold of a sub, good for dragging, catching attention or holding them where they prefer not to be - such as smothered and unable to breath.&nbsp; <em>Perhaps this sub will have some redeeming qualities after all</em>, she thought.<br><br>She turned to the new Mistress wanna-be and the two seated Mistresses.&nbsp; She did not offer any apology other than an irritated "I do hate when pilots can't keep a schedule.&nbsp; It does cut into play time so."&nbsp; She turned her head to the Queen directly, "Did I miss anything important?"&nbsp; She didn't bother to look at the new hopeful nor at the subs near them.&nbsp; They were beneath her and unworthy of her attention.&nbsp; Only when a sub was hers was it worth her attention, in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 19:10:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Nothing too terribly important, Xanyelle,” Mika said loftily as the third mistress joined them, then turned back to Madison. “Miss Rivers here would like to potentially join our little circle within the club. A demonstration will eventually be required this evening, but not just yet. Hasty action often has its consequences.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She gestured with a wave of her purple colored fingernails to one of the chairs pulled near the area where they all sat. Like most of the furniture, it was old fashioned and elegant, save for a few modern pieces that had been incorporated into the interior. “Why don’t you have a seat, and we can discuss a few things about your visit.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It wasn’t a question as much as it was a command. Madison <em>would</em> sit, and <em>would</em> discuss her presence with the three of them. She wasn’t sure about the others, but in under a half hour, her attention would be drawn back to Brandon and his swollen balls. If Madison failed to capture her interest by then, she wasn’t worth her or the Club’s time.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“First of all, I’m just dying to know how you found out about the Mistress Club, and what makes you think you have a right to join.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite her use of words, Mika didn’t even look at Madison. Instead, she was more focused on carefully sliding Brandon’s cock into the crook of her heel, then stroking her foot up and down. When he slipped out, she gave his ball a little poke with the point of her heel, and began again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 20:47:13</strong>
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				Madison turned as the door opened, allowing in a woman. From the way she trounced one of the Mistresses, Madison was smart enough to work out that this woman had much more authority, or at least it appeared that way. She didn't even bother acknowledging her. So, that's the way these women liked to play it?<br><br>Madison had erred on the side of politeness when she'd entered, but it appeared that these women cared little for politeness or common courtesy. Though there was no need to be rude, there was apparently no need for small manners. She stood in silence as the Japanese Mistress with the male submissive at her feet pointed towards a chair. Madison took it, not bothering to thank her. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"First of all, I'm just dying to know how you found out about the Mistress Club, and what makes you think you have a right to join."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Madison held back a snort of derision. Whilst she may have said one thing, her body language said she didn't care as much as she said she really did. Still... it was a question, and it had to be answered. Madison crossed her legs over elegantly, her attention focused not the three women, but at her right hand's neatly manicured nails.<br><br><strong>"Where did I find it?" </strong>Madison said, sounding bored. <strong>"Me and my sub here were at some nightclub a while back. Evidently some guy had noticed him licking my shoes clean and approached me, told me he'd been watching me all evening. He told me about this place, said I'd fit right in, evidently he was one of your paying clients. Lucky he did tell me about it, I was about to get my sub to report him to the nightclub management for intrusive behaviour."</strong> Madison brushed a few specks of dirt off her skirt, her attention lazily turning to her other hand.<br><br><strong>"Why do I have the right to join?"</strong> parroted Madison, sounding offended. <strong>"Because, Mademoiselles, I am not the usual trash you 'audition'. I have over a year's worth of experience with various men I've licked into proper shape, and when you're done with your questions I can hurry up and show you. If you decide not to bring me in then so be it- it's your loss. I may not be as sharp as you are, but a little bit of polish, the sort you can provide, I'll soon be on that couch just like you are now, no doubt toying with my sub and taking only a passing notice in regards to what's being said."</strong> Madison settled back into her chair, crossing her arms, her eyes flicking briefly from Mistress to Mistress. Though she'd kept her voice calm, her heart was beating like a drum against her ribcage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 21:35:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Katerina was growing bored with the entire process; really, couldn't they have done this after she had broken down her redheaded slut and had been sated for the night? She would have been so much more amicable. When Mistress Xany had waltzed in, Katerina hadn't bothered glancing at her. There was no need; the women barely spoke to one another. Plus, her attention was on her slave, and the way she kept toying with her. A little smile crossed her lips as she heard the moan escape Alice. Such a response little toy.<br><br>"A year's worth of experience?" Mistress Kay spoke up, her voice low. She slowly turned her eyes from Alice and looked at Madison, her eyebrow arched. Her eyes flashed in amusement as she shifted so turn her body towards the Mistress being interviewed. The action caused her dress shirt to open more, barely keeping her nipples from peeking out. "A year's worth on...what? One sub? Two? Twenty? Males? Females?"<br><br>Her eyes flashed down to the sub practically laying on the floor and she let out a delicate snort of amusement. Her black eyes flashed with a hint of interest and...something else, before she questioned, "What's your area of expertise?" That is the question that intrigued her. Katerina loved to watch the different forms of punishment that the Mistresses handed out. It was always smart to learn the strength and weaknesses of ones equals.<br><br>Glancing down, she gently ran her fingers through Alice's hair before she jerked the slave's head back, looking down into her eyes. Her smile had a hint of cruel pleasure as she spoke in a mocking tone, "Lay on your back in front of me, and spread your legs. You're so eager to show everyone your dripping cunt, I want to watch the show too." Letting go of her hair, she pushed her away roughly, with enough force to cause the slave to fall on the floor.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 21:50:58</strong>
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				Alice knew that she'd been acting like a wanton slut, but she was so aroused she could barely stand it. Swallowing, she listened to the mistress' conversations and then looked up as Mistress Xany arrived. She was one of the more cruel ones, but Alice respected all of the Mistresses equally. When she felt Mistress Kay's fingers in her hair, she sighed softly in enjoyment before yelping a bit as she yanked her head back. The redhead's blue eyes met Kay's, and she swallowed as the dominant woman smiled at her. <br><br>With her order, Alice blushed crimson and lowered her eyes, looking ashamed. <br><br>"Yes, Mistress Kay. I'm sorry."<br><br>Grunting softly as she hit the floor, she laid down on her back at Mistress Kay's feet, pulling up her nightie and revealing her shaved pussy. Spreading her legs, Alice could feel the cool air on her pink and juicy lips before she spoke softly. <br><br>"Do you want me to touch myself, Mistress?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 00:39:15</strong>
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				<em><em><strong>~Brand 'Meat' Kneeling, bound , gagged his eyes down his cock bound and tied into tight, hard nobs (http://www.hogtiedbondage.org/uploads/30509/techniques-in-cock-and-ball-bondage.jpg)&nbsp; with Mistress Jyousama 'The Queen' ~<br><br><em><strong>Despite her use of words, Mika didn’t even look at Madison. Instead, she was more focused on carefully sliding Brandon’s cock into the crook of her heel, then stroking her foot up and down. When he slipped out, she gave his ball a little poke with the point of her heel, and began again.</strong></em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Brand moaned and bit the GAG it felt so good to be used to feel the hard crease of Mistress's shoe as she allowed him to fuck it.. each time he would slip out of her wonderful heel he felt ashamed.. then his balls would be punished and she would allow him to start again.. his cock head was a full purple now but he knew no fear for this Mistress was a Queen of the art and he was in awe of her skill.. he moaned again into the gag as he jerked his hips in the heel of her shoe fucking it with his bound cock.. not able to cum.. just a tool for her pleasure and abuse..</strong></em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 23:53:02</strong>
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				Madison idly turned her attention towards the next question, choosing this time to look at the questioner, if only for a second or two.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A year's worth of experience? A year's worth on...what? One sub? Two? Twenty? Males? Females?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A slight pause as she toyed with the young woman at her feet, before<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">What's your area of expertise?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Madison smiled a fraction- at least the second question felt a little more from the heart. She'd answer that first. She rested her legs out, sliding off her heels and letting her feet dig into the soft rug.<br><br><strong>"My area of expertise is caning," </strong>she said simply, making a caning motion with her right hand. <strong>"A little basic, you might think, but I often think it is the simple things in life that offer it the most flavour. I have caning down to a fine art now- I am perfectly accurate with my strokes, and know when to keep striking the same spot, and when to move on to a new patch of vulnerable flesh."</strong> Madison grinned slightly. <strong>"I will be delighted to show you later, if you so desire.</strong><br><strong><br>"I also have a particular thing for rope, and simple bondage," </strong>she went on. <strong>"I use it as a form of reward and punishment. It works well that way- when my sub is tied up, he never knows if he'll be rewarded with a nice slow jerk to a most pleasurable release, or a nice slow jerk to the edge, no more, no less. It's fun, watching their eyes widen further and further as they teeter ever closer to the edge."<br><strong></strong><br>"Now, your second question. My experience. Yes, I have a year, and maybe a few weeks, of experience. I have always preferred a male submissive, but that is not to say I take no interest in females. I just feel that a man had so many more weak and vulnerable spots to explot. See your sub there, for example." </strong>Madison waved a lazy hand over to the only other man in the room, sparing him a glance that lasted no more than two or three seconds. <strong>"His cock and balls are tied up rather deliciously, I must say. No part of the female anatomy suffers quite so much from pain and bondage, with the possible exception of the breasts."</strong> Madison shot a glance at the female now spreading her legs for her Mistress.<br><br><strong>"I have tried some breast bondage at a couple of fetish nightclubs I have been to, and, whilst I can produce a simple design, the more intricate and restraining ones are a little beyond me. For now, at least. If you think this is enough to turn me away, then do so, though I tell you now I am a very fast learner... You show me a tie, and I'll have it down in one or two gos, you mark my words."</strong> Madison offered a single, piercing glance at each Mistress, daring them to challenge her. It was a slight gamble- whilst she was good at picking things up from scratch, one or two gos may have been pushing her estimate.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 04:17:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This Madison Rivers certainly held herself like a domme, Mika noted. She was haughty, proud, and brushed off the condescending tone like it wasn’t even there. She easily answered her questions, some of them sounding like challenges. Mika was beginning to like her, though she would wait to say impressed until she saw her in action.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meat moaned a little too loudly into the ball gag, and his hips bucked noticeably. She glared at him, lifting her riding crop from its place on her shoulder menacingly. “Quiet!” she snapped under Katerina’s and Madison’s dialogue. She removed his cock from her heel, leaving it to sit hard, erect, and ignored in its bonds as it throbbed into the spectrum of purple.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 19:51:02</strong>
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				When Madison called him he started to crawl to her direction. Adam figured it would be awkward if he would stood up and walk there. He didn't advanced much when the redhead mistress came into the room. It made him stop in his way. He watched thew little scene between her and the latex clothed mistress. It was obvious who had the more authority here. The mistress in latex left the room and her sub was now with the new one.<br><br>If this is how it works - he thought to himself - then I'm in trouble. The possibility that one of these mistress just walk to them grab him and walk away with him made him even more nervous. He heard that each of the mistresses have specialities but he didn't wanted to find out personally.<br><br>When the Asian mistress said the demonstration was postpone he was relived in some level. So he quickly crawled to next to Madison's chair and waited there patiently. His glanced moved through the room time to time, but he avoided any eye contact with the mistresses. Unfortunately he wasn't as good in acting as Madison and the carefull eyes of the other mistresses could make out his growing nervousness if they paid a little attention to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 13:44:56</strong>
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				Magpie shuddered as Xany took hold of her leash, a shameful blush creeping across her cheeks as she was inspected for, and found lacking, a cock. She apologised to her new mistress as she was yanked back onto her knees and crawled along next to her quick striding heels, her tender knees pressing into the carpet beneath her as she moved over the deep plush, the synthetic fibres leaving a slight burn across her exposed flesh as she hurried to keep up.<br><br>As her mistress settled down on the soft couch near the newcomer Magpie settled into a graceful kneel, her heels tucked neatly to one side of her body, hands resting palms upward one on top of another. The sweep of her hair framed her face as she awaited her mistress's pleasure, and she bit her lip with worry as her eye level brushed past brandon's bound genitals, something she knew she could not give her mistress. Perhaps therefore she would be awaiting her mistress's pleasure for a very long time to come...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gwindolyn</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 02:53:51</strong>
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				Seeing that she hasn't missed anything of importance yet, Mistress Xany settles down onto the plush couch.&nbsp; It is clear by her countenance that the surroundings she is in is her usual standard and not a luxury.&nbsp; She watches the wannabe huff and puff a few minutes.&nbsp; She reaches her hand out to her sub.&nbsp; A hand graceful and almost tender in nature rakes through the girls hair.&nbsp; She selects out a thin clump of hair and twirls it around her finger.&nbsp; “Shhhh.”&nbsp; She says to the girl and then yanks hard on the hair as if venting her pent-up frustrations just a little.&nbsp; A steam hole in a boiling pot.<br><br>Having missed the wannabe's admission of her sub's lack of training and apology, she watches as the sub needs to be called to her.&nbsp; She rolls her eyes.&nbsp; She discerns a bit of what she missed.&nbsp; She looks to the Queen.&nbsp; Her look is one of being unimpressed so far.&nbsp; The lack of experience and inability with rope puts her in the 'usual trash' category as far as Mistress Xany is concerned, but she can see a look of curiosity on the Queen's face.&nbsp; <br><br>So she sits back, seething a bit that she must wait more to play.&nbsp; She pulls harder on the girl's hair.&nbsp; A boot slides to the girl's ass crack and settles into it.&nbsp; The pull on the girl's hair making it clear she is not to move.<br><br>“Miss Wannabe, being a Mistress is more than a penchance for doling out pain and having a haughty attitude.&nbsp; The more is what I doubt of you.&nbsp; I can feel your haughty and most anyone can dole out pain.&nbsp; But there is an art to being a Mistress and a presence to being commanding.&nbsp; You may refine skill but artistry is in the soul or not.&nbsp; Presence is something you have or you don't. I would have you skip any further peackocking and get on with proving yourself worthy.”&nbsp; She flips her free hand to the male she has not spared a glance to at Madison's feet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 04:21:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"No," Katerina answered Alice as she looked down at her. She liked having the view of her sub's delicious pussy wet and aching to be touched. Occasionally, Katerina's foot would press against Alice's clitoris but then she would withdraw, making sure to keep Alice on edge. She was busy paying attention to Alice but at the sound of Mistress' Xany's voice, her head raised up curiously. She couldn't help but let a smirk cross her face for a moment.<br><br>"Is that the pot calling the kettle black?" Katerina asked in an amused tone when she heard Mistress Xany speaking about haughty attitudes. She let out a soft chuckle and shifted in her seat, settling back a bit more comfortably. Once she did so, the tip of her stiletto pressed into Alice's clit firmly for a few more seconds.<br><br>"I think what is trying to be said," Katerina said as her eyes fell back on Madison, "Is that this is not a game. It's not a hobby. It's a lifestyle. And I, for one, don't want to have to deal with your screw ups. Because if I do, I'll make you regret it. Simply as that."<br><br>Katerina had no time for these games, that much was true, but she also knew to show the Mistress respect. Unless Madison did something to warrant her distrust, she was a Mistress just like them. And Katerina would accept her as such.<br><br>"Now," she flashed a small smile before speaking, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm ready for some demonstrations. And Madison, if you need to use my wonderful little slut, by all means do so." Katerina flashed Alice a look, smirking slightly, "She's eager to be used by <em>anyone</em>."</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 15:12:00</strong>
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				Tears leaked into Magpie's eyes as her mistress took hold of her hair, tightly pulling at the long raven strands and causing her head to tilt backwards at an uncomfortable angle. She blinked away the discomfort as she gazed at the far wall and willed her pulse to return to normal from the surprised tattoo it currently thrummed. The sudden jerk of pain lining her scalp had been a shock, and her heart raced with the thrill of it, with the pleasure at being on call to such power above her.<br><br>She felt the cool slick material of Mistress Xany's shoe slide down her back, its rubber sole roughly shuddering along her peachy skin till it pressed close to her delicate intimate self and came to a rest on the soft rosebud of her behind. She repressed the urge to flinch as her entire awareness was drawn to the dangerous weight of the nonchalant foot resting upon her, her lithe body tense with the potential of her mistress's ire. <br><br>The pull at her scalp turned into a slow throbbing burn as her mistress spoke to the newcomer and a single tear leaked from the eye closest to Mistress Xany's hold. She was oblivious to the chatter of the other mistress's around her as she focused on her task: <em>Stay-still-stay-still-stay-still</em> she willed herself silently as her aching legs began to cramp from being knelt on for so long.<br><br>So internally focused was she that it took a moment for Mistress Katerina's speech to sink into her awareness and, despite herself, she shivered as the word <em> "Demonstrations"</em> slipped into the room, her small body twitching ever so slightly under her mistress's hold.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 17:51:37</strong>
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				Madison's eyes flicked from woman to woman, almost daring them to ask her more questions. She'd calmed down a bit now, after it had become apparent the Mistresses hadn't been overly affronted by her much more forceful demeanor, but still... the new arrival, the one with auburn hair... she'd yet to speak up yet. That quickly changed as she voiced some apparent concerns, putting Madison on the spot. She licked her lips, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly, wondering if she should stick to the offense, rather than trying to defend herself and her attitude directly. Madison made to speak, leaning forwards slightly, before another Mistress cut in with her own thoughts, not projected towards her.<br><br>Madison couldn't help but smirk ever so slightly- so, it wasn't such a happy group here. At least that gave her some advantage, if the three woman's thoughts were not identical. Some arguing in the ranks would help draw attention away from any small slip-ups she made in her 'interview'. The Mistress turned back to her, speaking a few words before falling silent once more, allowing Madison to speak up.<br><br><strong>"Mademoiselle..."</strong> she said, her attention towards Mistress Xanyelle, <strong>"It is very difficult to prove myself through speech alone, I understand. Words alone cannot and should not convince you of my passion for what I do, for this lifestyle. Unless you care to ask me more questions..."</strong> she said, now addressing the room, <strong>"I would like to offer you some demonstrations, as I am sure you all have better things to be doing than interviewing me now, yes?"</strong> She looked down very deliberately at the three subs down on the floor before returning her gaze back up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 19:24:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mika nodded. The time for chatting was over. “I agree. Clearly, we’ve ascertained that you wish to join us, but I too would like to see if you have anything to contribute.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She got up from the couch, adjusting the frill of her corset. Her tight, trim, petite rear was just poking out from beneath it. With the riding crop, she flicked it under Brandon’s chin, commanding him to his feet with a simple “up”. Normally, she would have a sub collared, but he had proven himself to be far more obedient than the typical male. That earned him the right to walk on his feet, but head bowed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What do you think, ladies? The smoking room (http://www.etravelvietnam.com/data/upload/Living_Room1.JPG) is always available for our leisure, and I think it would be the perfect place for Madison to strut her stuff.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The smoking room was another of the mansion’s parlors, fully equipped with plenty of toys, both heavy and light. If she wanted to show off any form of flogging, whipping, or bondage, it was all at her fingertips. Plus, as she had said, it was reserved exclusively for the Mistress Club members, meaning they had all the privacy they wanted, and it was fully stocked with beverages.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meat stood a little taller than Mika’s shorts stature, even with her high heels, but there was no question as to who was higher than the other. Her diamond-studded riding crop flicked out in a tight arc, swatting him hard against the ass beneath his bound wrists. “Move, Meat! The smoking room. Madison isn’t the only one who’s going to be demonstrating her talents.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 22:19:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">As soon as The Queen agreed that the chit chat was done with, Katerina stood up and reached for Alice's leash. Tugging on it a bit firmly, she commanded, "Move." She was intrigued as to see just what Madison could show them. Making sure she was still presentable, she added to Alice, "Be sure and crawl behind me. I want everyone to see what a good little puppy you are."<br><br>Following the rest of the Mistresses to the smoking room, Katerina looked around for a comfortable spot and finally decided on the window. She sat down, crossing her legs once more and nodded to the found in front of Alice, "The same position as before. I want to see how wet your pussy still is."<br><br>Keeping the leash in her hand, she raised her head to look at the assortment of toys in the room. She did enjoy this room quite a bit. Perhaps while Madison was busy giving them her presentation, Katerina would be able to...release some of her pent up energy on Alice.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gwindolyn</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 04:52:10</strong>
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				She watches the single tear rolling from her sub's eye.&nbsp; The sub whose name she doesn't even know yet.&nbsp; She bends down and takes the sub's face into her two hand, an almost tender touch.&nbsp; Her movement ripples with light as the needles provide dancing movement along her leather straps.&nbsp; She leans her face to the sub's and sticks out her tongue.&nbsp; A flat, wide path licks up the sub's tear.&nbsp; “Mmm.&nbsp; You may prove fun yet.”&nbsp; She whispers to the girl's ear as she points her toe up into the sub's ass.<br><br>She ignores Katerina's jibe, knowing that the sarcasm was beneath her.&nbsp; <br><br>She notes the call to move to the smoking room.&nbsp; She rises and points down to her ankle to inform the girl at the end of the leash that the orders to crawl are still in effect.&nbsp; She then begins to walk a quick pace to the room.&nbsp; She doesn't look down to her toy, but feels along the leash for tightness.&nbsp; Should her sub fall behind, she would not react right away, but mark it for a bit later.<br><br>Once in the room, she settles into the chair, pulling her sub close.&nbsp; Her hand lands softly on the girl's shoulder.&nbsp; For a moment, her hand remains lax and almove comforting.&nbsp; But there is a tension in the hand that can be felt and not seen.&nbsp; A tension that says 'Shhh, more comes.'<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 05:06:04</strong>
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				When Mistress Kay offered Alice to the new Mistress in order to aid her demonstration, the redhead couldn't help the thrill that went through her at the offer. She was discovering her love for exhibitionism, and being watched excited her like nothing else...well, almost nothing else. The young sub still had quite a few kinks. <br><br>Nodding at her Domme's insistence that she not cum, Alice simply laid there with her legs open and revealed before the Queen suggested they move into the smoking room. She felt her leash being tugged, and she rolled over quickly to obediently follow her Mistress into the indicated chamber.<br><br>Crawling on all fours like a dog, she waited until Kay had found a seat before she nodded at the woman's direction and laid on her back next to her feet...spreading her legs and revealing her pussy to the room, showing how glistening her lips still were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 00:20:07</strong>
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				Madison hid a smile, standing up with the rest of the women.<br><br><strong>"Good. I was getting a little bored without any action..."</strong> she muttered, turning to Adam. <strong>"Come slave, I do not want to be embarrassed again by your mistakes. Follow," </strong>she barked out, turning back to follow the three woman and their submissives over to the smoking room. She didn't turn back to make sure Adam was following- the last thing she needed was to appear uncertain about her supposed slave's behavior. <br><br>Madison entered the smoking room after the Mistresses, stepping in and raising an eyebrow as she looked about. My my my... this was a very nicely equipped room... There was certainly enough equipment and devices here that she would be quite at ease with. Without waiting for an instruction she strode over to an elegant wooden umbrella stand, filled with a variety of canes. As she sorted through the lengths of wood available to her, she turned back to the seated women.<br><br><strong>"I am going to start with a basic caning, mademoiselles, unless of course any of you have some sort of objection?"</strong> she said, not bothering to wait for an answer before she turned back to continue her search for the ideal cane to use on Adam.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 20:25:44</strong>
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				Just like the other subs Adam crawled behind her obediently. But not very gracefully. He didn't practice this and when they were practicing they were focused on the bondage and the cane. Adam tried his best but it was a hard task to keep up with Madison and eventually he couldn't. His mistress was studying the spanking tools when he reached the center of the smoking room.<br><br>He sat on his knees his gaze on the floor. Again he looked nervous. The unavoidable moment has came. It wasn't as bad back home&nbsp; but this situation because of the audience was worse. Not to mention that Madison's whole plan depended on this demonstration. The earlier dialogs made it clear that the mistresses will value her how she handle him. Which meant how Adam could handle himself.<br><br>As the time was passing he became more and more tensed. He wished that Madison could choose faster and the could get over with it. He hated waiting under circumstances like this. He looked around for a moment, but he still avoided to look any of the mistresses in the eye. They were sitting like in the other room their subs in front of them and waiting for the show. He need to give them his best and he hoped he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:25:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81451.msg3654054#msg3654054">Quote from: NileGoddess on 19-09-2010, 19:24:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meat stood a little taller than Mika’s shorts stature, even with her high heels, but there was no question as to who was higher than the other. Her diamond-studded riding crop flicked out in a tight arc, swatting him hard against the ass beneath his bound wrists. “Move, Meat! The smoking room. Madison isn’t the only one who’s going to be demonstrating her talents.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Brandon 'Meat' stood and moved quickly he did not run but still he knew that should he not please this Mistress then he would never again be allowed the honor to service her or the others. The sting of the crop caused his cock to jump and he 'ALMOST' came. He bit the gag and moaned as he moved head down.. when they got into the room he looked round once then moved to the center.. he knelt and waited. <br><br>Head down he 'listened' to the others and was pleased that he had been allowed to 'walk' to this place.... he would have crawled but his hands being bound thus he had been allowed to walk... his mind whilred and his cock jerked every now and then he did his best to control his breathing through the gag... as he waited and listened....<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 22:31:26</strong>
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				Magpie gritted her teeth as her mistress rose to follow the others into the adjoining room.<br><br>She winced as her raw knees skimmed across the carpet, the weave imprinted upon her now swollen knee caps and scuffed the palms of her hands in her haste to keep up. <br><br>She did well until she reached the metal carpet trim in the doorway. Seeing the exposed metal so close to her already raw flesh made her hesitate just a second too long and the leash tightened around her neck in response. As quickly as the leather strap pulled tight it was loosened again as Magpie dragged herself over the threshold and into the room beyond.<br><br>Settling once more into a graceful sideways kneel she relaxes for a second, glad the attack on her knees is now over. The hand placed, oh-so-gently, on her head a second later however, caused her heart to thrum painfully as she remembered her torment was only just beginning...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 22:50:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No objection,” Mika replied, settling into one of the comfortable seats. True to the name of the parlor, it smelled faintly of tobacco, though she never indulged in smoking herself. “Please feel free to utilize any items you desire.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The rest of the club settled around her with their respective toys. She, for one, was a little curious to see if Madison was half as good as she claimed. If she was, then she expected to see some squirming from her sub.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While Madison chose her instrument, Mika leaned over and inspected her toys’ balls. It was about time to loosen his ropes. His cock and balls had turned a shade of purple, but he was still hard and thick. She smiled, pleased, and began to untie the twine while one hand circled his girth and began to lightly stroke. It was more to circulate the blood than to pleasure him; the last thing she wanted was him to spill himself over the carpet <em>before</em> his punishment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The twine she layed over her knees, neatly untied from the tight knots to wait until they were reapplied for the cropping. “Five minutes, Meat, and then those balls are going to be very sore.” She lifted the tip of her riding crop beneath his shaft. “This stays hard.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 14:18:16</strong>
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				<strong>“MEAT” (Brandon) let out a small grunt around his ball gag, he was pleased that Mistress Mika had released the pressure from around his bound cock, BUT it would make it even harder to control the need to CUM. Her hand stroking him caused his balls to twitch and he BIT the ball of the gag down… his mind did not know that she was only circulating the blood back to his thick cock.. his eyes slipped to her’s and he saw the wickness in them the pleasure she had in controlling him and he dropped the back down..<br><br>Her words ‘five minutes’ and then the comment had his ass clenching.. he knew she meant it.. he could almost feel the delicious sensation already the slap of leather on skin.. he had been told how skilled this Mistress was, how deft her hand and wrist.. he bit again and moaned slightly low.. his eyes down.. he felt the crop on his cock and he nodded not being able to speak at her command.. and he waited.. <br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 16:26:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Caning. How delightful. For Katerina, caning was a sort of practice that she simply didn't have the patience or the 'talented' hand for. Her pleasure was in causing others pain and the cane proved to be quite a dangerous little toy in her hand. So for her, whips and floggers were her thing of choice. Thinking of whips and floggers, she thought with a grin.<br><br>Looking down at Alice, noticing how wet her slave's pussy had become. "Hm. You're making quite a mess." She reached down and slapped Alice's pussy a few times, the loud <em>smacks!</em> sounding in the Smoking Room as the rest of the Mistresses waited for the show to begin. Reaching between Alice's wet folds, she pinched and pulled hard on her clitoris.<br><br>"Now, while the show begins," Katerina murmured as she looked down at Alice, twisting her clit slowly. "Why don't you go get us a flogger so that I can keep your attention on me and not on your pussy?" She chuckled in amusement, arching an eyebrow and saying threateningly, "Don't get a weak flogger, either. I want one with high intensity. One I know will leave your beautiful skin marked."<br><br>With one last tug, she let go of Alice's clit and - after wiping her fingers on Alice's clothes - sat back on her seat, looking back up and focusing her attention back to Madison.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gwindolyn</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 04:26:45</strong>
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				Mistress Xanyelle waited with the patience and stillness that is perfected in the military.&nbsp; She sat as still and quiet as a statue.&nbsp; Her hand resting on her sub.&nbsp; She had noted the falter in the sub's walk.&nbsp; She had noted the quick recovery.&nbsp; She could see the way the sub's breasts were turning the lovely shades of purple.&nbsp; She kept a quiet eye on them as her hand rested lightly on the sub's shoulder.&nbsp; She would tend to them shortly.&nbsp; For now, it was time to watch.<br><br>Her legs together and ankles slightly to the side.&nbsp; She could not cross her legs with the needles stuck through the leather straps.&nbsp; She had the strength and discipline enough to hold her legs in this position without discomfort or thought.&nbsp; The only sign of her impatience is one finger twirling in the sub's hair.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 02:58:42</strong>
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				Madison turned on her heel, grinning, a cane gripped in her right hand. It was a semi-flexible piece, not so springy that it wouldn't hurt to be hit by, but not so hard it'd cause a great deal of unbearable pain. She looked down at Adam, knelt and still fully clothed.<br><br><strong>"Well, I think I have my ideal cane..."</strong> she said, stepping over towards Adam. <strong>"Now slave, I'd like you to strip for me and these lovely Mistresses, and make a show out of it. Make sure we can all see your body as you remove your clothing. Perhaps, if you do a good job, I might give you an extra stroke. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"</strong> she winked, ruffling his hair, giving it a quick painful tug before she stood back again, tapping the cane lightly against her right leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 16:46:12</strong>
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				Fortunately Adam didn't made a noise when she tugged his head. They did this before and Adam expected something like this. But her order was a different matter. He never did a striptease before, and he didn't have a clue how should a man perform such a thing. Well at least Madison didn't said exactly that just wanted him to show his body off.<br><br>"Yes mistress" he replied her obediently. First Adam removed his shoes and socks, because removing this clothing wasn't very intresting for any one. Then he stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. He turned his body for the audience but his gaze was on the floor. This way it wasn't so embarrassing and he shouldn't look on the mistresses anyway.<br><br>Once the shirt was unbuttoned he tugged out of it from his trouser. He opened it a bit then moved his hands behind himself and let the shirt slid down to the ground reliving his upper body. His arms and body were muscular like an athlete should be. They weren't ripped just toned.<br><br>Then Adam started to undo his belt and unbutton his trouser. When it was loosened he turned his side to the mistresses and pulled down the black trousers. Quickly he stepped out of them and put it on the shirt turning his back to the audience. When he stood up they could see his back as well which was similarly muscular to his front.<br><br>Only his boxers remained. He didn't wanted but eventually he turned to them once again because a sub should do that. With a deep breath he pulled down his boxers too and exposed his manhood to the mistresses. His cock was soft and hanged lifelessly between his legs however it was shaved. Because of the nervousness it couldn't became erected. He hoped it wasn't a big mistake but even if it was he couldn't do a thing about it. So he stood there now naked with his head bowed waiting for Madison next command.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 22:58:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>Well, her boytoy certainly is an agreeable one,</em> Mika noted with a bit of approval. Plenty of subs showed hesitation, and sometimes even a domme did. Madison was certainly confident in herself, even if her sub seemed a little meek. He either hadn’t been trained properly, or perhaps he was still adjusting to her technique.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A caning didn’t seem to be too particularly impressive, but the way the hopeful dominatrix had been flaunting her ability, Mika was expecting some remarkable skill. Even though she preferred to work the genitalia, every mistress had some skill with a cane and whip, especially the three of them in the room.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Whenever you’re ready, Madison,” she commented, crossing one leg over the other, Meat’s twine still over her knee. She glanced towards her sub. “Eyes forward, Meat. I want you watching intently as well. If you’re lucky, perhaps you’ll get to have your bottom tanned before I go to work on your balls.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that, she tapped the shaft of her crop against his shaft, a reminder of the silent countdown ticking away to his impending punishment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 22:52:47</strong>
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				Alice was so turned on she could hardly breathe, but when her Mistress spoke, she immediately rolled onto her hands and knees and smiled.<br><br>"Yes, Mistress."<br><br>Standing up on shaky legs, the redhead went over to the area that she knew housed the floggers, whips and crops. Choosing a heavy and braided leather cat-o-nine-tails, she brought it back to Kay and presented it to the beautiful woman before lying back down and spreading her legs again. She moved her eyes over to what was going on, and saw the slave stripping. He had a nice body, and she felt bad that he was so nervous. It was obvious by the way his cock hung limply, and Alice would have loved to service him and make him hard. <br><br>However, that was not her choice, and she forced herself to remain still on the ground as her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 02:44:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Amusement coated her eyes as she watched Alice practically salivating over the slave stripping. It would be a bit entertaining to watch Alice work her magic on the scared slave until the show started. But right now, Kay was having her own fun with Alice.<br><br>The moment she had her hand on the whip, she cracked it and smacked her slave's deliciously naked body. Her eyes darkened with pleasure as she saw the streaks beginning to decorate Alice's fair skin. Swinging it again, she smacked her slave's inner thighs before she moved the 'tails' of the cat-o-nine up and down Alice's soaked sex. A chuckle escaped Kay, her tone mocking, "You're going to go off at any second aren't you, pretty Alice?"<br><br>Continuing to move the 'tails' up and down Alice's pussy, she looked once more at Madison, before she looked at Madison's slave, commenting curiously, "Do we need to have one of the slaves make him...interested in his punishment?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 23:13:52</strong>
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				Madison looked up as Mistress Kay made her offer, looking wickedly between Adam and then the two females at the Mistress' feet, considering. She grinned, twirling the cane expertly between her slender fingers.<br><br><strong>"That is a very generous offer..."</strong> she smiled, raising the cane and pointing it at Alice.<strong> "I think I'd like to take that one. It seems quite eager, and I'm sure my own dear slave would appreciate the attention. Isn't that right boy?"</strong> she said lightly, flicking the cane lightly against his rump before speaking in an altogether more businesslike tone. <strong>"OK slave, stand up straight, legs apart, hands on head, your ass facing these lovely ladies. You know the damn drill, now move, else I'll send that other sub back!" </strong>Madison felt a surge of fresh adrenaline shoot through her system, her grip tightening on the cane as she barked out the orders. She'd start off with the caning, show these Mistress' just how accurate and sharp she was- then maybe she'd opt for a little cock and ball tying... with the equipment this place offered, the possibilities really were endless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:23:17</strong>
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				Alice bit her lip to keep from yelping as Mistress Kay flogged her sensitive skin. She knew that she was a pain slut, though, so the hurt only amplified her lust. Therefore, when the Mistress offered her to help arouse the male sub, she almost wanted to smile. She desperately wanted to help.<br><br>When Madison accepted Kay's offer, Alice slowly stood and walked over to Adam, groaning as the butt plug moved around inside of her. In an attempt to turn him on, she reached down and lifted her lingerie up and over her head, tossing it aside and leaning in to kiss his neck. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and she slowly kissed her way down his body. When she reached his flaccid cock, she looked up and whispered to him soothingly.<br><br>"Don't be nervous. Just relax and focus on my mouth...I just want to please you."<br><br>Her large blue eyes met his, and then she took his limp cock in hand, slowly stroking it and cupping his balls with her other. She leaned in and kissed all over the soft skin before taking him into her mouth easily and sucking...hoping that she could help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 20:04:09</strong>
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				Adam did what Madison told him. He turned around and spread his legs. As he put his hands on his head he look up at Madison. She could see in his eyes that he didn't liked much the situation they were in, but he still played along. One part of him was surprised when she required assistance.<br><br>Back in the normal world if he just looked too long a sexy and especially younger woman she instantly became jealous and often that followed a a little argument. However here she just allowed to a woman to suck him. Before he could chew on that more the redhead girl was there. She lift her lingerie up and showed her body to him and he watched her sexy body. Adam figured if she will cane him this little entertainment was just fair.<br><br>He hold himself still when she kissed his neck and when her breasts stroked his chest. When she reached her destination his cock still was limp. Her teasing felt good, but his nervousness went away slowly. Adam did what the slave girl said and focused on her not just his senses but his gaze as well. It took a minute to her but then she could feel his member started to grow in her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 22:17:51</strong>
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				The fingers caressing her long raven hair sent shivers of pleasure down Magpies bare arms. Her mind wandered away from the conversations of the warm, plush room and instead began to dwell on the pleasure those fingers promised, the long slow strokes that would bring other parts of her anatomy such joy.<br><br>She was brought back from her imaginings with a small start as the flogger found Alice on the other side of the room with a smart slap.<br><br>Positioned as she was on the floor she had a good view of that particular punishment and tried not to wince as the the leather strap came down again. She followed Alice's movement from abasement to servitude closely, jealous of the ease with which she handled Adam's member, she herself had more experience pleasing the ladies of the house than she did any of the males.<br><br>The carpet under her knees had ceased to be a pleasure to kneel upon and instead the tough starchy fibres were beginning to feel like sandpaper beneath her swollen joints and she longed to shift her weight from the leg she was sat upon but her desire to be <em>good</em>, to please her mistress overrode all others.. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gwindolyn</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 04:08:34</strong>
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				Mistress Xany watched the sub strut.&nbsp; She feels her irritation at not getting a male tonight rise once again.&nbsp; With military stoicism, she keeps most of it from reaching her face.&nbsp; Only the very attentive, discerning&nbsp; would recognize it for what it was.&nbsp; Still her eyes could not deny the attractivenss of the muscled figure before her, making her irritation all the more.&nbsp; She held it in proper check though.&nbsp; Years of military service had many benefits.<br><br>With all the delays of the hesitant sub, the inept Mistress to be and the willing girl, Mistress Xany could see that the breasts of her sub would not wait until the demonstration was over.&nbsp; She reached across her body to grab a hand full of hair and pull the sub backward across her lap.&nbsp; She would have the slut's stomack, breasts and cunt at ready acess.&nbsp; If the sub were smart, she would not slide across her lap.&nbsp; The needle points were sharp and awaiting the flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>As she stretched down for the hair, her other hand reached into her boot and the distinct sound of metal upon metal being drawn is heard.&nbsp; A small, previously hidden dagger flashes a bit of retracted light over the room as she begins to flip it in her non-dominant hand.&nbsp; The whole time she whispers as a warning. “Shhh...”<br><br>The beauty of the position she pulls the sub into is that it would save the sub's knees while exerting many other pains upon the girl.&nbsp; A backbend held for long with someone resting upon the arched stomach is as painful after a while as any sharp instrument.&nbsp; Plus, it would put all the beautifully vulnerable flesh at an easy distance for play.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 00:34:42</strong>
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				Wise to Mistress Xany's penchant for small sharp shiny instruments Magpie arched as she was pulled over her mistress's lap and almost groaned in relief as her weight was removed from her aching knees.<br><br>The rasping sound of the dagger being drawn soon dimmed that relief as the blade flashed into and out of her line of sight as it was toyed with above her exposed flesh. Her now purple mottled breasts stood harshly to attention in their rope bindings, pert and vulnerable.<br><br>She swallowed and viewed the room from her upside down position. The male sub was still in the centre, beginning to respond to the administrations being performed upon him, a flash of perception crossed Magpie's mind as she recalled her mistress's earlier displeasure with her sex and wondered if the sudden shift in her mistresses attention had to do with the sub being used in the centre of the room.<br><br>Her attention did not stay long on the room however, for it was constantly drawn back to the blade gracing her mistresses delicate fingers and soon to her own arched back as she realised the compromise her aching knees had made with her distorted spine....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 23:02:26</strong>
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				Madison tapped her foot impatiently on the floor, wondering how long the female sub was going to be, and if she was actually going to make him cum. <br><strong><br>"I guess we'll never find out..."</strong> Madison muttered to herself, and with one quick flick of her hand struck the cane across Adam's cheeks, leaving a thin bright red mark. She stepped aside for a moment, letting the Mistress' see it before turning sharply to Adam.<br><br><strong>"Quiet slave, and maybe I'll allow you to keep getting pleasured. Now..."</strong> She turned her attention back to her arm and her cane, aiming the second hit. It cracked down with much more force than the last, and as she paused to take aim for her third stroke, she revealed that the cane had hit in exactly the same place place as the last stroke had. Madison had improved her aim over several weeks, and wasn't about to let it go unnoticed. Three, four, five, six, seven more times Madison struck down upon Adam's cheeks, finally standing back to allow a better view. Only one red cane mark was visible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gwindolyn</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 04:00:48</strong>
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				Caning was the most basic tool of a Mistress.&nbsp; The first step learned on the BDSM path was caning.&nbsp; Still, good aim was good aim.&nbsp; The choice of the butt was obvious and disappointing.&nbsp; The lack of knowledge on how to make the cane hurt worse was glaring.&nbsp; Still, perhaps there was hope, aim like that was not something to be scoffed at.&nbsp; <br><br>She deftly slipped the small blade in her hand along the breast bone of her sub, under the ropes.&nbsp; She did so in such a way as to not open the skin.&nbsp; She turned her blade upward against the ropes and held it.&nbsp; This would put pressure on the girl’s breasts until the ropes gave way.&nbsp; Mistress Xany would hold that position, almost without watching until she could feel, hear and watch the ropes giving way.&nbsp; As they gave way, she would adjust to keep her hand from flying up at a sudden lack of tension.<br><br>As she bent to put the dagger back in her boot, she kissed the sub’s vulnerable stomach, showing her pleasure for the sub’s quick thinking in how she avoided all the needles.&nbsp; Her other hand loosened the ropes.&nbsp; She brought herself up straight in her chair.&nbsp; A hand rested on the sub’s stomach.&nbsp; A hand caressed the breast absently as the blood rushed back into the purple flesh.&nbsp; Her eyes were half on her sub’s body and half on the event in the center of the room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 02:07:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mika nodded approvingly as Madison stepped back with somewhat of a flourish. True to her early statement, there was only one line across her sub’s ass, despite the numerous strokes. It was something she never considered, since her whippings usually lasted long enough to emblaze a sub’s entire ass, or she was wielding a crop against the small target of a male’s balls. Only rarely did one invoke the wrath of a heavier cane against the sack.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still, it was intriguing. Someone who focused on a single mark gave the impression they were devoted, and learning such patience was another sign of devotion. Mika could only imagine the torment Madison could inflict on a sub by striking the exact same spot over and over again. It would be like water torture, only worse.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She glanced to the other club members to gauge their reaction. Xanyelle seemed to notice, but was preoccupied with her sub, and she wasn’t sure about Kay. Thoughtfully, she stroked the top of her gagged and kneeling sub, alternating between her evaluation of the new woman and his upcoming punishment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I must say, I am impressed Madison, at least for the moment,” she said finally. “That’s not something someone can just do in passing.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 12:18:12</strong>
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				Thanks for the practise Adam hold himself still after the first strike. He just nodded to her that he understand her command and prepared himself for the next one. However the redhead slave sucking his cock gave Adam a distraction and he had to focus harder to prevent any sound left his lips.<br><br>The second hit was harder than the first one and she hit the exact same spot. Madison aimed very good from the beginning and it was the most annoying part of her canning besides the pain. However this situation was new in both ways. His got an audience but it didn't bother him any more because he had to concentrate on his body. The second new element was the girl who suck him eagerly even during his punishment.<br><br>Adam didn't know why but the situation turned him on. The slave girl could feel his cock became even harder between her lips despite the pain he felt on his asscheeks. When the last few strikes came he pushed his hips forward after the cane hit his flesh pushing his cock deeper into the sub. Despite all his efforts he couldn't help but moaned in pain and pleasure as well but at least he managed to keep close his mouth so it was muffled somewhat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 12:26:44</strong>
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				As Mistress Xany deftly slid the knife along the ropes binding her purple-mottled breasts, Magpie shivered delicately at the close proximity of the knife to her skin, sending goosepimples racing down her arms and legs.<br><br>As the ropes snapped beneath the edged blade and her breasts at last swung free of their imprisonment Magpie stifled a moan. Her relief was short lived as the blood flooded back into her tender breasts and she trembled against the sharp pain of it.<br><br>She moaned softly in gratitude as her mistress's hand came down to cup her breast, easing the feeling back into the molested tissues gently and sending delicious shivers of pleasure through the sub's body. Magpie closed her eyes against the happenings in the centre of the room, content simply to be across her mistress's lap and under her expert hands.. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 13:50:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">An amused light glittered in Kay's eyes as she watched Alice work her magic on the slave. She found it entirely entertaining that while Alice was providing the slave oral pleasures, Kay knew she was doing this more for herself. Her pretty little pet was ready to orgasm in any second.<br><br>But all good things must come to an end.<br><br>"That's enough, Alice," Kay said sharply the minute she heard the slave's moan. "I wouldn't want you to cause him to have an accident before he is allowed to. Come kneel at my feet."<br><br>She watched as Madison continued to smack the same spot and a sadistic little smile crossed her lips. How painful could it be for a sub to have to endure canning in one spot exactly? That Madison landed the strike spot on repeatedly made Kay comment, "You are indeed quite skilled in the art of caning." There was a hint of appreciation but that was all. Respect hadn't been won yet.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 06:27:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; “Whenever you’re ready, Madison,” she commented, crossing one leg over the other, Meat’s twine still over her knee. She glanced towards her sub. “Eyes forward, Meat. I want you watching intently as well. If you’re lucky, perhaps you’ll get to have your bottom tanned before I go to work on your balls.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With that, she tapped the shaft of her crop against his shaft, a reminder of the silent countdown ticking away to his impending punishment.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Brandon "Meat" Taylor continued to kneel, slurping occasionally at his ballgag, and watching the display of exquisite submission from the others.&nbsp; He watched as the pretty redhead, Alice, positioned herself between the other male's legs and began to lick and suck his erect member, before being called back by her mistress, Kay.&nbsp; He watched as the new prospective Mistress, Madison, punished her slave with the cane even as she allowed him to be pleasured.&nbsp; He watched as the other mistress, Xanyelle, cut the ropes binding her own slave's breasts together with a slim, wickedly sharp knife; for some reason, the sight of the gleaming razored edge sliding along Magpie's bare and unprotected skin was strangely erotic.<br><br>His genitals still hurt from the bindings, and his unjustly abused testicles were only now fading from their shade of bright purple as the circulation returned.&nbsp; It was an effort to remain as still as possible, lest he draw down the wrath of his own Mistress.&nbsp; No doubt his balls were in for a caning in any event, but with any luck, it would only be the thin bamboo and not the heavy oak.&nbsp; His shaft, somewhat less sensitive to blunt trauma, still hung heavy and engorged between his legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 01:53:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meat was overdue for his punishment, so Mika cleared her throat, tapped the tip of her crop beneath his chin, and commanded “up.” When he was on his feet, she uncrossed her legs and combed the twine with her fingers before laying it flat over her thighs once again. He was still hard like a good boy, but she topped him off with some good hard rubs before she reapplied the twine.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Forgive me, Madison, but I have to attend to my own sub for a moment. Don’t think I’m not invested in your little audition.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like before, she placed a simple noose around the base of his cock and cinched it tight, then wrapped the doubled strands around his sack with nimble hands. Despite the speed, each strand remained perfectly laid, and after four or five passes, his balls had settled together in a tight pouch. Finally, she threaded the twine between his legs like the back of a thong and drew them up around his hips, then lifted his shaft, tying the strands so they held it pressed against his navel. The resulting work was his rather lovely package constricted and hanging, ripe for the crop, as was the bottom of his shaft.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took her time getting up and positioning both herself and Meat. The rope needed a little time to take effect, and his already sore balls would only get sorer now that they were bound together. With the crop, she patted the inside of his thighs so that he spread his legs, and stood with one hand on her hip, the small of her back arched to push her taut little rear out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What do you think about a sub’s arousal, Madison?” she questioned lightly as she took up her crop with the diamond studded handle. She gently caressed the leather end across Meat’s balls. “Meat has been teased for some time now. I feel that that punishment on full balls is much more agonizing, and I’m sure he would agree. It makes any reward far more enjoyable.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She drew back her wrist, and with the speed of a striking snake struck him squarely on the balls with an eye-watering <em>crack</em>.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Isn’t that right, Meat?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 22:13:25</strong>
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				To say that the position was uncomfortable for Brandon would have been an understatement.&nbsp; His testicles chafed against the restraints, complaining and pleading to be set free.&nbsp; They resented being pushed together so tightly, and they did not like being bound.&nbsp; Already, the decreased blood flow was starting to turn them a dull red color again.<br><br>When the crop struck his scrotum with an ear-ringing <em>Smack!</em>, the pain nearly caused him to crumple up and collapse.&nbsp; Arguably the most vulnerable part of the male anatomy, the testicles were not designed to take much abuse.&nbsp; And the blow had been a pretty good one, too.&nbsp; The pain spread throughout his abdomen, causing a sensation of overwhelming nausea in his stomach.&nbsp; Bright lights went on and off behind his eyes.<br><br>And yet, and yet, as unpleasant as it was, it was not entirely unwelcome.&nbsp; For some strange reason, some reason he could not explain, he liked it.&nbsp; &nbsp;For some reason, the concept of a woman hurting a man -- not from cruelty, but from affection -- was a powerfully erotic idea, an idea he wanted to explore more thoroughly.&nbsp; He was very fortunate indeed that Mika "Jyousama" Goto was willing to indulge him.<br><br>Blinking back the tears of pain, he blurted out "Yeff, Miftreff!" as best as he could around the ball gag. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 22:34:18</strong>
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				Madison turned on her heel, diverting her attention to Mika and her sub. Adam could wait- she needed to appear interested. <br><br><strong>"Fingertips to your toes slave, knees straight, and don't you dare stop touching until I order you otherwise,"</strong> Madison barked out, ensuring Adam was in position before she strolled casually over to the male sub, whose balls were being expertly tied by his Mistress.<br><br><strong>"Please, do go on," </strong>Madison said dryly, watching the woman work her magic. It really was something to behold, a true artform really. The best Madison had managed was a basic tie, which, whilst it served its purpose, was nowhere near as attractive as the tie Mika had put her sub into. She watched carefully, grinning wickedly, laughing as the crop struck down on her sub's balls.<br><br><strong>"You have a remarkable talent Mademoiselle..." </strong>Madison said, watching intently. <strong>"Perhaps when I am part of your group, you will have to show me that exquisite tie. In fact... Slave!"</strong> Madison turned her head around, calling out to Adam. <strong>"Stand and come over here, you are to watch this."</strong> She turned back to Mika, smiling slightly. <strong>"If you will let my pathetic excuse for a slave watch, I shall go and collect a few more toys to demonstrate with. I am sure a simple caning was not enough to sway you..." </strong>Without waiting for an answer Madison turned back into the room, strolling over to gather what she needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gwindolyn</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 04:29:54</strong>
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				Mistress Xanyelle watched as Madison was so intriqued with The Queen’s technique.&nbsp; There were none that compare to the touch of the head Mistress when it came to ball torture, to be sure, but to be so overtly interested only to run off as it happened smacked of lip service and sincerity.&nbsp; It also did not impress Mistress Xanyelle that she had asked to have the sub watch and then left the sub watching the moment before permission was granted.&nbsp; True, a Mistress had to have confidence and command, but there is a chain of command and respects to be given.&nbsp; You do not take liberties with the head Mistress’s sub in an interview.<br><br>What Madison did next had better be good if she had any hope of swaying Mistress Xanyelle’s vote to a ‘yes’ after that.&nbsp; The caning had shown great aim, whether natural or practice, it was great aim, but stepping out of chain of command was a bigger offence than the aim was impressive.<br><br>She turned her head from the wannabe Miss to the sub arched symmetrically over her legs.&nbsp; Her continued to enjoy the breasts as the painful rush of blood ebbed to a normal flow.&nbsp; &nbsp; She lifted a hand through her bangs, pulling them off her deep brown eyes for a mere second before the bangs reclaimed their territory.&nbsp; The hand traveled back over the head and to the back the leather collar the held the long strap down her middle, through her legs and up her back in place.&nbsp; She subtly and deftly pulled a small thin needle from the spot.&nbsp; She palmedt before the sub could hope to see it.&nbsp; A move so practiced and nimble, it was likely none saw the needle yet.<br><br>Her other hand slipped the dagger back into its sheath on the inside of her tall boots.&nbsp; As she pulled her hand back another needle was palmed with the ease and skill of a pickpocket or a magician.&nbsp; Nothing in her eyes or features would give away the casual movements.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 22:48:46</strong>
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				Magpie suddenly discovered herself awash with pleasure as the pain fled from her abused breasts and was instead replaced with the ecstasy of her mistress's careful stroking.<br><br>She closed her eyes to the torture going on in the room around her and buckled her hips slightly as she sunk into a warm cocoon of soft stroking and warm waves building up from her very centre.<br><br>The soft silky warmth of her skin languished almost luxuriously over her mistresses lap, eased into a false sense of security, forgetting the mistress's dislike of her gender and the intense liking of sharp pointed objects....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 12:22:56</strong>
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				Adam obeyed Madison and took the position she told him. At least he was over the first part, but of course he knew Madison had to do other things to him before they will finish. He couldn't decide what he wanted more that Madison succeeds and they stay, or the other mistresses turn her down. In the latter case he will escape futher torments, but he had to drive home with a really upset girlfriend.<br><br>Then she ordered him to watch the other male slave's punishment. He moved closer to the slave and the mistress and stood in the previous position. He didn't really liked the sight in front of him. Adam could imagine what kind of pain those ropes could do and felt sorry for the guy. When the mistress hit his balls hard not just the other slave but Adam himself twitched a little just from the sight.<br><br>Than Madison announced she collect some toys to continue the demonstration with him. He just hoped she didn't want to do something with him he just have witnessed. Again he started to became nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 22:40:14</strong>
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				Alice was pleased when he began to harden in her mouth, but soon Mistress Kay ordered her back. Looking a bit disappointed, she gave his member one last sensual suck before pulling back and kissing the tip. Smiling shyly up at him, she crawled back to Kay and groaned as the butt plug shifted inside of her. Kneeling obediently at her Domme's feet, she turned and watched Meat's increased torment. Wincing, she couldn't imagine how much pain he must be in. Although she watched all the occurrences and even looked up at the new sub's treatment, she couldn't help but shift a little in order to feel her intruder wiggle in her anus.<br><br>Looking up at Mistress Kay with adoring eyes, she hoped that the Domme wouldn't notice how she was restlessly moving in such a way to sneakily pleasure herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 16:31:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Your sub seems...skittish," Kay commented quietly, her eyes having watched Madison's slave as he witnessed what the other male sub was being subjected to. Granted, she could understand his nervousness but somehow it seemed as if the slave had never seen this before. Which...well, that was interesting, wasn't it?<br><br>Shifting her gaze to Alice, Kay slid her fingers through the female sub's hair before she tightened her hold and jerked down hard, forcing the sub to look up uncomfortably. Leaning down, Kay ran her other hand down in between Alice's breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers and simply continuing to squeeze, not releasing the pressure. "Do not think that I do not know what you are trying to do." His eyes flashed in amusement as she tugged on her nipples, "Perhaps a bigger butt plug is in order?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 22:23:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mika smiled. Madison may have just been brown-nosing, but compliments were compliments all the same. She even overlooked her brash confidence. Having a sub watch a punishment was the best motivation for them to learn obedience…and when the time for punishment came, they knew exactly what to expect. That gave the mistress all the power.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perhaps,” she replied equally, more focused on her target. “We shall have to see, won’t we?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She drew back her wrist and struck Meat’s balls again, causing the hanging targets to jiggle a little in their strict restraint. After a second slap, she resorted to patting the tip of her crop against his rapidly swelling balls, but the reprieve was short lived. She aimed her crop at an untouched patch of skin and struck again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Keep your back straight!” she snapped as her latest hit caused him to writhe. “If you can’t take a simple punishment, then don’t expect to get a reward!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She straightened from her pose, first caressing the shaft of her crop before moving to Meat’s rear. Then her hand left her crop to gently caress his backside. It was the touch of her approval, but such a touch could quickly turn to pain. His balls had swollen to their full extent, red and tormented in their binding.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What do you think?” she asked to Madison’s sub, catching his eye as she squatted behind Meat. She poked at his thighs with her crop again so he spread his legs further, then placed the tip of it against the untouched backside of his balls. “Would you trust Madison enough to present your most sensitive parts for her whim? Meat does, and he knows that the reward far outweighs the pain.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The crop struck his tender balls, and again she asked. “Isn’t that right, Meat?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 21:45:19</strong>
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				If Brandon had any opinion on Madison's performance, he kept it strictly to himself.&nbsp; Of course, the ball gag had a large part to do with that, but even if he <em>could</em> say anything, he wouldn't.&nbsp; As a sub, it was simply not his place to do so.<br><br>Nevertheless, from his point of view, she certainly seemed to have the mindset down, even if her technique needed fine-tuning.&nbsp; In his experience,&nbsp; BDSM was as much about trust as it was about control -- trust that the Dom knew her sub's limits and preferences, that she wouldn't hurt him beyond his ability to take it;&nbsp; in return, the Dom trusted her sub to know her own likes and habits, and cater to them accordingly.<br><br>His testicles ached.&nbsp; Not only were they swollen and purple from the severely binding restraints, but the sting from the blow was still fading.&nbsp; He took a few deep breaths (through his nose, of course), and concentrated on ignoring the slowly retreating nausea.&nbsp; <br><br>Then--WHACK! she hit him again, causing him to wince and spasm, although to his credit, he did not make a sound.&nbsp; He only sucked hard on the ball, his nostrils flaring wider.&nbsp; Even as the pain flared, he listened to her rebuke and obeyed it, straightening his back as best he could. She hit him again: WHACK! The nauseous feeling redoubled, but it wasn't anything he couldn't endure.&nbsp; Fortunately, his years of experience had built up a high tolerance for pain.<br><br>And then he felt his Mistress' fingers caress his backside, and it made it all worthwhile.&nbsp; Determined to put on a good show for Madison and the other Mistresses, he arched his back, hands still, legs spread.&nbsp; The blow on the back of his balls called him to close his eyes until the stars went away, but he did his utmost best not to move.&nbsp; "Yeff, Miftreff," he answered, in response to Mika's question.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:38:49</strong>
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				Madison roamed about the room, selecting what she needed. Yes, this place was <em>very </em>well equipped, very... Maybe she could even start to enjoy herself for a little while, before she blew the whole place up with her news article. Already she had enough info for a great scoop- three women, with submissives at their feet, tied, abused, a whole playhouse full of toys at their disposal? Give it a few more weeks and she'd be on the front cover of every glossy magazine in the land. Perfect.<br><strong><br>"OK slave, time to give you something more to think about..."</strong> Madison had selected what she needed, and was now standing directly behind Adam, threading a rope into a noose and slipping it about his balls from behind him. At the end of the rope was a weight- not a very heavy one, but enough to tug the noose tight and put some weight upon his sack. Walking around, she examined his throbbing erection.<br><br><strong>"Your sub did a good job... I don't even need to get him hard!"</strong> Madison laughed, slipping a cock ring about Adam's shaft and clicking it on, restricting blood flow and keeping his member stiff. Taking a small riding crop from her belt, she began to lightly flick Adam's cock and balls as she turned her attention back to the Mistresses.<br><br><strong>"So, ladies... do tell me, how do you like to spend your days?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBadWolf</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 13:47:33</strong>
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				Adam was still disturbed at the sight of the other male's punishment. He can imagine how could it hurt and but the guy took it surprisingly well. Adam himself maybe would on the ground by now, if she gave him that kind of strikes. Then the mistress asked him if he trust enough in Madison to allow her to hurt him in the same way. Of course his answer would be no. She had to convincing him with the whip thing for weeks.<br><br>But Adam knew there was no way he could say no. If he would do that he will decreased the chance's of Madison to being accepted here. So he said:<br>"Yes, mistress" however the answer wasn't too convincing, but right now that was the best he could force out himself.<br><br>Then Adam heard that Madison returned and he felt her hand on his balls. Then he felt the rope to as she put the noose in place. At this point he had gather all his willpower to stand still, but he managed. The weight wasn't that bad he expected, however it wasn't comfortable, and if she will left it there for a long time it will be undoubtedly painful.<br><br>Madison came in front of him with another object in her hand. It soon turned out what it does. He had to hold back a moan, when she placed the cock ring on his erection. He felt a slight pain as the ring prevent the bloodflow in his member. For his surprise when Madison lightly hit his cock he felt a slight pain and pleasure at the same time. Despite that he was glad when Madison turned her attention to the mistresses and started to ask questions. The sooner she got all the information she need the sooner it will be over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gwindolyn</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 01:25:41</strong>
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				A needle in both hands and an almost purring sub arched into a back bend over her lap, Mistress Xanyelle was losing interest in Miss Wannabe and her untrained sub.&nbsp; She almost missed how the girl claimed to be so bad at knots and then deftly wrapped a noose around her unwilling sub's balls.&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; She left her face disinterested in the interview only to turn her dark brown eyes on the female she was grudgingly enjoying.&nbsp; A wicked gleam flashed in her eyes for but a second.<br><br>Her hand with a needle tucked carefully between fingers smoothed over the arch and back to the breast.&nbsp; The other hand landed where the first hand just left and mirrored the movement in the opposite direction toward the girl's pussy.&nbsp; One hand carefully roughing up the breast until the nippled stood tall at the same time the other hand brought the clit to life.&nbsp; “You may vocalize.” would be the only hint she gave to her next move.&nbsp; In one instant both needles found a home in the sub's erotic zones.&nbsp; One straight down the excited nipple.&nbsp; The other piercing through awakened clit.&nbsp; Her eyes turned to her sub to watch reaction.&nbsp; The small pointed needles along her legs almost begging the sub's arms and legs to give way.<br><br>She gave Miss Wannabe's question about her daily life no attention at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 00:01:08</strong>
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				Awash with pleasure Magpie felt her mistresses hands slide to down her soft silky skin to the slickness between her legs and bit down on her full rose-coloured lower lip to keep from displeasing with a grateful moan, still blissfully unaware of the danger glinting mere inches above her. Gasping with joy as her mistresses fingers went to work on both breast and clit she was only thankful for the hot flush of warmth spreading through her being as her aroused flesh pandered to her mistress' whim.<br><br>But the hint was enough. In the quiet moment between Mistress Xanyelle's words penetrating the fog of her pleasure-strewn thoughts and the moment the needles slipped through her softly awakened sensuality a warning flared. It was what saved her from the needles on the carefully watching lap bellow her.<br><br>But it did not save her from the shock of the torment. The hot lancing the pain of needles made her body convulse, arching in an attempt to dislodge such attackers. She cried aloud, her shocked agonised cry ripping through the murmured conversation and occasional echo of skin of skin in the rest of the room. For her there were only two people alive in the universe.<br><br>Her cry turned into a shivering whimper as her body came down from the elegant arch it had performed and sank downwards, stopping with a jerk of swift remembrance mere inches from the shining silver points arrayed bellow, quivering, the needles already in her flesh waving like perverse banners. <br><br>A small single tear of blood slipped from the silvery needle positioned through her the gentle skin of her clitoral hood and ran down her sex, staining a burgandy trail as it did so. <br><br>Magpie stammered through a ritual thanks to her mistress and strained to keep her precarious position, sweat springing along her hairline with the effort...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 00:10:39</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tuning out the cries and moans of another sub was second nature to any mistress who frequented the mansion, and the other members of the club probably didn’t hear them at all, unless they were engrossed in the session. Mika certainly didn’t. What Xanyelle did to her slave was her own business.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“We spend our time as we wish, Madison,” she replied cryptically, still a little more focused on her slave’s cock. She gave the back of his balls one final, firm smack from her riding crop, then chambered it under her arm as she sat back down. “Perhaps you’d care to find out?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She eyed Xanyelle, though she was quite busy with her sub, so she looked to Kay instead. “What do you think, everyone? I have no qualms with giving her a chance. We may be pleasantly surprised…if not, I think we won’t have any issues removing a nuisance.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That was her two cents. To pass the decision, either Kay or Xanyelle would have to agree, or both of them. If they both said no, then Madison would take her sub and walk right out the door.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She instead turned her attention back to Meat’s throbbing cock, and undid part of the twine that held it against his belly. The rest of the knots remained intact, still holding his balls tight and constricting around his cock. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You’ve been a good little pain-slut, Meat,” she said. Taking hold of the dangling strands, she tugged him closer until the pulsing head of his cock sat mere inches from her lips. She examined his length and girth to a minute detail. He was certainly a capable man, to say the least. “Now how about your reward?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Licking her lips, she opened her mouth and took him inside. True to her build, her mouth was small, and despite whatever size he may have been, he filled her throat easily. Years of practice kept her muscles relaxed, and he slid all the way in, to the point where her lips touched the twine at the base of his cock. As soon as she was down completely, she pulled back out, then went back down, making for a tight, sensuous blowjob.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Mistress Club [Main Story]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 05:53:38</strong>
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				Brandon, or "Meat", as Mistress Jyousama called him--really, he had lately begun to think of his "real" name as Meat, and his Christian name as merely the moniker that the rest of the world knew him by--gasped audibly around his gag as his Mistress took him into her mouth.&nbsp; This was the sensation that made it all worthwhile.&nbsp; This was why he endured the pain, the humiliation, the pain, the degradation, and the pain.&nbsp; This was why he strove so hard to keep stoic and rigid when the repeated blows to his testicles made him want to curl up in a fetal position on the floor, whimpering.&nbsp; When the Japanese woman took his 9 inches into her mouth, her tongue moulding to the underside of his penis, it was ecstasy incarnate.&nbsp; Her fingers, her lips, her throat were pure magic to his abused organ.<br><br>He knew she liked to hear his reaction, and so he did not even try to constrain the moan of pleasure that rose automatically from his throat.&nbsp; Slurping on his ball gag, he grunted and purred, a deep, gutteral expression of bliss.&nbsp; His girth looked impossibly huge in her tiny mouth, and sometimes he wondered how she could take it all in--but she did.&nbsp; It was all he could do to keep his back straight.<br><br>Through half-lidded eyes, most of his attention was focused on Mistress Jyousama's pretty head bobbing up and down, but the flash of light on metal points attracted his peripheral vision.&nbsp; He found himself watching out of morbid fascination, and shuddered in involuntary sympathy as Mistress Xanyelle's needles pierced her slave's nipple and clit.&nbsp; The nipple was bad enough, but he groaned aloud as the razor-sharp point pierced the hooded pearl, producing a droplet of crimson.&nbsp; He couldn't help it.&nbsp; He had gladly endured a large amount of abuse of his penis and balls at Mistress Jyousama's capable hands, but her bruising, slapping, even kicking them was one thing; actually piercing the skin was quite another. If she ever decided she wanted to try a needle...well, he would find out exactly how much he really trusted her.
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