The Club (Sinera and Scott)
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				Title: <strong>The Club (Sinera and Scott)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 08:51:39</strong>
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				David's car eased into the parking lot of a very dark building with a simple “7” lit up with a single red neon tube. He'd heard of the club from an online chat room, and decided to check it out. The logistics of the trip to a nearby town, and deceiving his parents as to his location weren't difficult. Tell them he'd be spending the night with a friend, and with the money he earned cutting grass all summer ensured an enjoyable evening. From the moment he approached the door he had a feeling everything he'd heard was correct, the music thumped so loud it seemed to vibrate the front door, and the two doormen that guarded the place were so foreboding there simply had to be something inside worth hiding.<br><br>He approached them warily, when he was close enough to be heard, he simply said the word “Session”. One of the doorman looked him over slowly, then looked to the other, they both simultaneously reached for the handles on the double doors, opening them for him. David stepped into the darkness, realizing he was in a foyer of sorts, another set of doors guarded by a single doorman, a girl behind a glass window that resembled a movie ticket window. She took the gum from her mouth and smiled at him. “Three Hundred” she said... setting her gum on the corner of a napkin next to her drink. He reached for his wallet pulling out three hundred dollar bills and sliding them through the hole in the window.<br><br>Everything he'd bee told on the net had been right so far, but nothing had prepared him for what he saw next. The doorman opened the inner door for him and he stepped into a world he never knew existed. Women... lots of women, all naked. They were chained to walls, to the floor in kneeling and bent over positions, customers hands exploring and squeezing their bodies. He smiled wide as he saw a table that was only occupied by a single woman, she was swinging the chain that anchored her by a collar to the center of the table. He approached from behind and pulled a chair out next to her, and sat down. When she turned her head to look at him his heart stopped and his eyes opened as wide as possible. “Ms. Powell??? “ he announced with a look of total shock. He expected to see some naked girls and have a good time with them, but NEVER had he thought he would know any of them, much less have sat in her math class earlier that day.<br><br>“I... I...” he was at a loss for words, the music pumped so loud, and the light beams roaming the room crossed her face again and again as he fought to regain his composure. “You?... Here?... OH MY GOD.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Club (Sinera and Scott)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 09:09:53</strong>
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				Alicia swung the chain that held her to the table idly, waiting for someone to claim the table - and in doing so, claim her. She'd been working at 7 for a year or so - long enough to know her place in the game.<br><br>She'd started out as a simple cage dancer in a fetish club in college, trying hard to make ends meet. The owners kept offering her "promotions," better pay, but a little more depraved each time. From cage dancer at the fetish club to stripper then lap dancer at a strip joint. Eighteen months ago they'd offered her a job at 7 as a "wall dancer." <br><br>Each wall spot was used for a particular sex act - whippings, enemas, oral sex... just about every sex act you could think of had a place in 7. If you stood the wall, you knew what was coming. If you sat the table... well. The money was good, but you never knew what you were going to get.&nbsp; <br><br>She always chose the tables. The pay was too good to pass up, so here she was every weekend, collar on her neck, shackles on her wrists and ankles. Tonight she also wore a cupless bra that pushed her breasts up but left her nipples free, and matching black bikini panties.<br><br>Some nights she sat alone all night. Those nights were ok; she still got paid. But then there were the nights she had clients. One night she made nearly $2000... but there were 4 of them at once. She shuddered at the memory. Remember, it's just a job.<br><br>Her heart stopped when a man paused by her table and used her real name. "Freesia," she said automatically. "My name's...." Her voice stilled in her throat as she recognized him.<br><br>"David," she croaked. "You shouldn't be here." She half-rose from her seat, panic in her eyes. "I... oh God."<br><br>She sank into her seat again and stared at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Club (Sinera and Scott)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 09:41:32</strong>
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				David stood there looking down at her for a few endless awkward seconds, he tried to keep his gaze in her eyes but the lure of her exposed nipples kept drawing them away "Freesia... what a pretty name" he said with a confident smile. <br><br>He sat down across from her at first, but ended up scooting closer to her to hear. The music in the club was so loud, it would almost put you in a trance if you closed your eyes and just listened. He could see the concern on her face, and he knew inside the he had the upper hand, but if he gave her an inch of any type of power that she would turn it against him, just as she did in the classroom.<br><br>He reached forward as he looked into her eyes and slid his hand up and down her thigh gently "Very pretty name indeed" he said as his fingertips slid between them to explore the tender skin of her inner thigh.<br><br>"So Freesia... why don't you get up on the table for me?" he said sliding back from her some..."on your hands and knees" he said with a confident tone. holding a stoic expression on his face.<br><br>He waited for her objection, he knew it was coming, and he planned a quick retort of consulting the manager of the bar that a girl would not follow a simple order... He hoped that would be enough of an encouragement to comply... If it was then he knew he had her where he wanted her, both here and outside of the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 20:35:49</strong>
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				She felt the helplessness building. If she didn't do as he told, he could have her fired - not only from here, but also from the school - but if she let him gain control of her here, she'd never have his respect again. She somehow knew he'd not leave this game at the club.<br><br>"Please, David," she whispered. "Don't do this."<br><br>The touch of his hand on her thigh, the hopelessness of her situation, the usual adrenaline at being controlled... all were working together on her. Even as she protested her nipples crinkled and she could feel herself growing wet.
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 08:38:30</strong>
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				"Now Freesia!" he said, his voice slightly raised in a commanding tone, ignoring her quiet request for a reprieve from what he desired...he stood and looked down at her waiting for her to ether comply or accept her fate. <br><br>The club was busy, bodies moving to the beat of the music that seemed to blare from every corner of the room. The lights illuminating tan skin, even Ms. Powell's, who until ten minutes ago he had simply thought of her as the quiet woman who taught him Algebra. He took in the sounds of different women laughing and moaning, being touched and fucked. Men in different states of undress as they ether gave pleasure to, or were pleasured by, the endless sea of women that surrounded them.<br><br>He looked down into her eyes and smiled, reaching for and taking her hand, pulling her to her feet and suggestively toward the table. "You have a very nice body Freesia" he said as his hand slid down her lower back and gently squeezed her ass.. "I'd like to see more of it".
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 05:37:56</strong>
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				Alicia licked her lips and glanced at the man in the executioner outfit circling the room nearby. He was headed their direction - he knew something was wrong. He was there for the women's protection, but he could also administer punishment to a slave if a customer demanded it. <br><br>Remember, it's just a job. You are Freesia.<br><br>She took a deep breath and let the tension drain away. "Welcome to 7, Master David," she said. Her voice became different - deeper, silkier. "I am Slave Freesia, bound to table service. As Master has not been here before, would He like to take the initiation tour? Master may request a Slave or Executioner to administer the tour, which includes a trip through any private room not currently in use.<br><br>"Master may also decline the tour, but an Executioner must make Master aware of the Rules and Rights of membership in 7. What is Master's desire?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 08:40:40</strong>
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				David looked at the executioner, he was a large man and fairly intimidating. From the speed at which he was approaching them, he knew he must have committed some wrong already. "I'd like the tour from a slave please" he said to her. <br><br>He didn't remember reading or hearing about the tour on the web when he found club 7, but knew there were probably things about the club that were just understood, and his best bet would be to go with the flow if he wanted to remain there. "Thank you for telling me about this Freesia" he said as the executioner approached.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 10:01:21</strong>
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				Freesia waved over the Executioner.<br><br>"Master David is new and would like a tour," she smiled.<br><br>"Would Master prefer a slave or an Executioner to give the tour," the Executioner rumbled. His oiled torso glistened in the lights.<br><br>"He says he'd like a slave to give the tour, Executioner Besiarius," Freesia murmured, her eyes on the floor.<br><br>"Do you have a particular choice in slaves, Master David, or shall I choose one for you?" he asked deferentially.
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 08:01:48</strong>
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				David looked up at the executioner then out across the club. The lights were shining and flashing on so many beautiful women there was no wa he could make up his mind. "You choose" he said to the executioner, looking at his teacher again for an expression on her face, wondering if he'd made the right decision or not. <br><br>"I do love this club already" he said smiling at Freesia. "I think learning all the rules would probably be the smartest thing, I hope to come back and enjoy these services often". he said with a smile and a quick wink at his teacher. 
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 20:54:34</strong>
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				The executioner watched the wink and reached out to pinch Freesia's nipple, watching her wince and watching David's reaction.<br><br>"I think Freesia would be an excellent tour guide," he said with a chuckle. He could see that David was drawn to her, but didn't know the real reason why.<br><br>"I... I'm bound to the table," she protested softly.<br><br>His reaction was swift. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up out of the chair and bending her over the table. "Stay!" he ordered, pulling the short whip from his belt.<br><br>*CRACK* <br><br>"Thank you Sir for the correction!" she yelped.<br><br>*CRACK*<br><br>"The word of the Executioner is Law!" she squealed.<br><br>*CRACK*<br><br>"The member is Master - His pleasure is the slave's sole concern!" she gasped.<br><br>The Executioner smiled and unhooked her chain from the table, handing the end to David.<br><br>"She'll behave now, Sir," he said with a smirk. "If you have any problems with her, I'll be happy to administer level two correction." He winked and walked back over to the wall, watching them carefully.<br><br>Conversation at the tables nearby resumed. It was obvious that some of the Masters, and even some of the slaves, were aroused by the brief period of correction.
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 10:29:17</strong>
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				Level two correction? he asked as he took her chain from the executioner. He was curious what that entitled, it had been enjoyable to him to watch his teacher receive a flogging, but he thought better of pushing the issue. "I don't think that will be necessary, she seems willing now" he said. <br><br>"Lead the way slave freesia" he commanded. David's eyes lowering to her crimson ass cheeks. "what's level two?" he asked when they were in the first room alone together. 
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 13:45:21</strong>
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				Freesia kept her eyes on the floor. She knew the Executioners would be watching through the security system.<br><br>"Level two is for the Executioner to forcibly engage in sexual congress with the slave at the Master's direction," she answered. They couldn't call it rape since any slave who wished to avoid it could quit her job. In the time she'd been working there, noone had ever walked away from level 2.<br><br>She showed him through the main club, explaining the different stations and what his basic membership entitled him to, which was use of the main club for the time period he had paid for, namely the one night. "There are the different stations, if a Master is interested only in the type of activity at that station; then there are the table slaves." She took a deep breath before continuing.<br><br>"Table slaves are for the Master's enjoyment. They are to be used in any way the Master - or Masters - seem fit, within reason of course. The Executioners are there for the slave's protection as well as her correction."<br><br>Then she led him through a small door near the back. "This is the way to the private section," she told him. "There are theme rooms here - dungeons, doctors' exam rooms, mock-police stations, teen bedrooms. Basically any fantasy a Master has, he may fulfill. There are special slaves that serves back here," she added, in case he had any ideas about ordering a classroom and forcing her to serve there. She didn't have to tell him that she could&nbsp; serve in the back.<br><br>"These take an added membership fee." She led him back into the main room and ushered him to her table. "Although a Master pays to be here, he is expected follow some basic rules such as&nbsp; not interfering with another Master, not marking a slave, not using a slave in a way that she is not designated."<br><br>"Do you have any questions, Master?" she asked innocently.
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 06:15:04</strong>
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				David thought about her words <br><br>"Table slaves are for the Master's enjoyment. They are to be used in any way the Master - or Masters - seem fit, within reason of course. The Executioners are there for the slave's protection as well as her correction."<br><br>He watched again as the executioner approached and re-attached Freesia's collar to the table. "So I can have you in the back rooms?" he asked as he sat down and gripped her hips, guiding her between hm and the table. He leaned forward and kissed her stomach, his hands sliding up and down her outer thighs. "This is going to be fun Ms. Powell" he said as he looked up at her, he used her real name so she would know who she was, would break this character she seemed to develop over her time working there. his hands slid higher on her thighs and his fingertips dug under the waste band of her tiny panties, tugging them from her slowly. "I wish my slave naked" he said with a smile.<br><br>He kissed her stomach again as he let the fabric go as it loostened around her knees, letting them fall to the floor around her feet. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 22:39:15</strong>
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				She couldn't stop herself from shivering at David's touch. This was so forbidden... he was her student. She knew to stop this all she needed to do was tell the Executioner who David really was; but she also knew if she did, David would tell the school who she really was. It was a catch-22.<br><br>"Please, Master David, don't call me that," she whispered as he slipped her panties off. "Here I am Freesia. Use of my real name is forbidden - for my own protection, as well as yours." She bit back a moan as he kissed her stomach. "I... I'm not trained for the back rooms," she said softly, "but if you request a scene that doesn't take much training, the Dungeon Master or Mistress may allow it. It does cost a lot of money though," she warned him. <br><br>She leaned back slightly on the table, gripping the edge to help keep her inner balance, help remind herself that it's just a job - he's just another master.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 02:06:23</strong>
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				David smiled as his hands returned to her thighs, lightly caressing the soft tender skin. He would have never thought his teachers body could look so good "You have a really nice body slave Freesia" he whispered as he gently gripped her hips and guided her to turn toward the table. "Bend for me slave" he commanded as he let his hands concentrate on one leg at a time, caressing both her outr and inner thigh together a few times before switching legs.<br><br>He waited on her to bend over before he slid his hands up and spread her ass cheeks, he inspected every inch of her and kissed her warm cheek as he slid his hand up between her thighs and finally let his fingers explore her sex,&nbsp; he spread her labia and gently rubbed her tiny little clit to the rythem of the music that pounded through the room.<br><br>He smiled "How expensive are the back rooms?" he asked as he continued to tease her wet warmth. 
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:19:27</strong>
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				Freesia whimpered softly as she bent over as David ordered. When his fingers found her clit she gasped. She was getting more and more turned on by his touch. He was always such a quiet student - who knew he'd know how to turn her on?<br><br>"It depends on what theme you're wanting," she answered. "I... I don't really know the breakdown, but it starts at $500 for a two-hour block in a simple bedroom."<br><br>Suddenly she had a fantasy of him getting the classroom and making her play teacher. He could even 'assign' her the name "Ms. Powell" and no one would suspect he was using her real name. It made her a little dizzy to think of him bending her over the desk as he pounded into her.
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:57:12</strong>
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				David could feel her moistening, his finger would only leave her labia long enough to trace the entrance to her slit, but not push inside... just leave her wondering if he would or not. He continued to keep her guessing for several endless minutes, again and again his fingertip returning to her hard little clit. <br><br>"That's a little much for me, if I did that then I wouldn't be able to afford the cover charge to come back another night." he said with a smile. <br><br>he leaned forward and kissed her lower back, this time his tongue lingering on her skin, trailing down between her cheeks to her tiny anus, licking slow circles around it as he sunk his finger into her pussy, working it in and out with the music.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 04:45:47</strong>
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				Freesia moaned and shifted her weight, spreading her legs a bit more without even thinking about it. She tried not to thrust back on his fingers as he began pushing them inside her but couldn't help herself. It felt good. <br><br>Most masters used her for their own pleasure, not thinking to please her. It wasn't what she was there for - she was there to please them. Having her anus licked wasn't anything new - maybe it was so much more intense because this wasn't a stranger - this was one of her students, someone forbidden, doing something forbidden.<br><br>"Oh, Master..." she panted, "I'm going to cum if you keep that up."
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:23:19</strong>
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				David slid a second finger alongside the one sliding deep into her tight pussy, his licks turned to a gentle probing, and finally his tongue entered het tightest hole. He could feel himself hardening in his slacks, his rigid cock strained almost painfully against the fabric. He continued to pleasure her for a while before finally speaking. <br><br>"Freesia, I know this is a fetish club, but dominance isn't all about whips and chains... I have a feeling that the better I make you feel, the more willing you'll be to pleasure me." He said before pushing his tongue inside again.&nbsp; <br><br>He pulled his fingers from her long enough to reach up and unhook her bra, letting the straps slide off her shoulders and the fabric fall on the table around her hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:40:40</strong>
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				She could see the Executioner nearby watching to make sure she didn't slip. A slave wasn't allowed to cum without permission, and Bela had been looking for a chance to 'administer level 2' on her. He'd tried to get her to have sex with him after hours, but she'd always turned him down.<br><br>She turned her head to make sure David could hear her. "Please, Master... I'm going to cum... I'm ... I'm not allowed to cum without permission... please, Master... Please may I cum?" <br><br>It was so humiliating to have to beg him for it. She was supposed to be in charge of him, not the other way around... She felt herself starting to tighten, the orgasm building. She was panting to hold it off until he said the magic words.<br><br>"Please... tell me to cum, let me cum for you, Master!" she begged.
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:52:39</strong>
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				David smiled as he saw the desperation in her face "Cum for me Freesia" he said finally after waiting just a few more seconds let the tension build more. He felt her tighten around his fingers and the added moisture only made it easier to continue fucking her with them, though he did slow the pace they entered her with. <br><br>"Do I have to give you permission every time, or can I order a cum at will command" he asked. when she'd finally relaxed some. He waited until she calmed.&nbsp; "Turn slave and straddle me" he said "I bet you'd like to sit down for a while, and I'd like to get a better look at your breasts" he said with a smile as she turned. <br><br>He looked over at the executioner who watched their every move. "He is watching us like a hawk, have you been a bad girl, or is it just because I'm new here?" <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:15:49</strong>
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				She cried out as her pussy clenched on his fingers and moisture flooded her slit. She came hard - harder than she had ever cum for a master. She lay panting on the table for a moment, then turned and straddled David's lap.<br><br>She closed her eyes, still catching her breath. "You can give a cum-at-will order, but the Executioners don't care much for it." She risked a look at Bela.<br><br>"That's Bela," she said quietly. "He's been wanting to administer level 2 to me for a while." she sighed. "He keeps asking me to go home with him, and I keep saying no." <br><br>She looked at David and gave a small smile. "I have this rule about not getting involved with people I work with." <br><br>Irony. Always irony. It was ironic that here she was, breaking all the rules.
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:23:40</strong>
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				"That's a good rule to have" David said as he wrapped his arms around her. He licked her left nipple before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue circling it and very very gently biting the tip between his teeth. He repeated the same on her right nipple as his hand slid down and caressed her wet labia. <br><br>Her weight on his already strained cock was both a curse and a blessing. He needed relief if not only just from the strain against his pants. He let both his hands rest on her hips "Free my cock Freesia" he commanded as he sucked her left nipple into his mouth, pulling his head back and lifting her breast with the suction until it broke free with a soft slurping sound.<br><br>His hands began sliding up and down her outer thighs, he loved the feel of her skin against his fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:01:50</strong>
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				Freesia whimpers as David assaults her breasts - in a good way. At his command her hands slip between them and undoes his pants. <br><br>"Please, Master... allow me to take off your pants," she gasps. "It's hard to get your cock free in this position, Sir."<br><br>She tugs at his pants and underwear, trying to get them low enough to pull his cock out. She can feel how hard he his and she suddenly has the need to feel it, hold it in her hand, suck it, have him drive it deep inside her...<br><br>She takes a breath to steady herself. She needs to stay in charge, she needs to remember not to let go. The moment she slips Bela would be all over her. For some reason he seems jealous of David - could he suspect?
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				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 01:26:48</strong>
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				David stood slowly and allowed his pants and boxers to be removed, it felt odd to be in a club nude, but looking around it wasn't anything unusual apparently. He pulled his shirt free as well and soon his clothes were piled on the table behind Freesia. <br><br>His pulled freesia back onto his lap and resumed licking and sucking her nipples, his rigid vein shaft pressed against her stomach as he pulled her close again.<br><br>God I've wanted this since the first time I saw you in class "he whispered as his hands slid down and squeezed her bare ass.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Club (Sinera and Scott)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 01:59:57</strong>
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				Freesia barely had time to wave for a servant to come get David's clothing. He hadn't had to take them off, plenty of the Masters stayed dressed, just undoing whatever was necessary to do what they wanted. <br><br>She gasped softly as David pulled her back into his lap and wrapped his lips around her nipple. It hardened in his mouth, the other crinkling in reaction. "Dav... Master!" she whimpered softly, her back arching instinctively, rubbing her wet pussy against his cock where it nestled between them.<br><br>She knew some of the boys in her class talked about her, fantasizing about what she was like outside of class. She'd never meant any of to find out, though.. and David wasn't one she had thought had wanted her.<br><br>She steadied herself by placing her hands on his shoulders. "Does... does Master want me to do anything for him?" she asked with a look to Bela. His face was black as a thundercloud, but no rules had been broken yet; there wasn't anything he could do about this younger man being so familiar with a table slave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Club (Sinera and Scott)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 07:51:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				David smiled at her as she asked the question... "Just stroke my cock and keep it hard and listen to me Ms Po..." starter from his lips but he caught himself "Freesia..." he continued. <br>He slid his hands up and down her outer thighs as he began. <br><br>"First things first, my grades in your class just improved drastically." he said with a smile. "Second, coming to see you like this is going to cost me a fortune, I'd really like to see you like this at least once a week though. I'm not even going to specify what day, just get us a hotel room at your convenience and expense, and tell me where and when to meet, or give me your home address, and tell me what day."<br>David moaned a little as he felt his cock slide through her hands.<br>"Third, I've got the 500 for tonight, but that's all I have... and I'd love to go back in the back room with you. I peeked through a door while you were leading me down the halls and saw a classroom, wouldn't that be fun?" he asked with a smile. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Club (Sinera and Scott)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinera</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 09:57:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Freesia reached down and stroked David's cock as he spoke, slipping it between her outer labia and stroking it along her wet slit. She moaned as it runs across her clit; it was all she could do to keep from sliding it inside her - but that would bring Bela over.<br><br>She sighed and regained control of herself, moving back slightly on his lap to keep from doing it again. <br><br>Looking him in the eye she whispered, "You earn your grades; if I suddenly start giving you better grades the administration will notice and do an audit. How about you come to my home one or two times a week for tutoring; I choose a subject you need a little help in." She smiled teasingly, "If you do well, then we'll have time for 'extra-curricular studies.'<br><br>"If there are toys you want to use, if I don't already own them, you'll have to help pay for them if you can. I don't do this job because I like it. I do it because I need the money."<br><br>She frowned slightly, "I don't know if you can have me in a back room for $500, David. Usually if a client wants a specific girl in a theme room it costs extra... You'll have to talk to Bela about that, and he's in a possessive mood."<br><br>She bit her lip. "If it's less than $800 I'll see if I can do a client special - pay the extra with my club credits."<br><br>Club credits, she'd explained to him earlier, could be earned by staff by participating in 'special' activities, such as a group scene or a class. They could be used by a slave to gain access to certain privileges, especially if they thought such privileges would garner extra tips from a Master.
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