After collapsing on the stage at the sex club, I didn't remember anything really. It was like a dream. It seemed like I was moving, or being moved might be more accurate. All I knew for sure was that I woke up the next morning in my own bed. "Did I dream this all?" I thought for a moment. Then I realized that my pussy and asshole ached. I pulled back the covers to see dried pussy juice all over my pubic area and legs. No, it had definitely been real. The slutty outfit, the blindfold, the club full of young girls, yes it had all happened to me. I lay in bed and thought about that fateful night a week ago when I had ordered a pizza and Jennifer had delivered it to my door. I wondered what was going to happen to me.
It was now 3 weeks later and it looked like all my worrying and anxiety was for nothing. I had not heard a word from Jennifer, or, for that matter, from any of her friends. I had a strange mixture of feelings; there was relief, but there was also the feeling that I had done something to displease them, that I had not been good enough in some way. But, it was a beautiful summer day, this one perverse experience was behind me so I decided to spend it by the pool, deepening my already golden tan. I showered, slipped on a very revealing thong bikini that I only used for tanning by my own pool. It was comprised of a top that was really only two strips of cloth that barely covered my areolas and nipples and a bottom that was a string that ran up my ass crack and a front patch of material that just barely covered my labia. It was a suit I would never wear in public but my pool was totally secluded so it allowed me maximum tanning while still being somewhat covered.I had never had the nerve to tan totally nude.
I had spent the morning reading and dozing, had gone in around noon and fixed a light lunch, and now, since it was after noon, I indulged myself in a very refreshing peach margarita. I had just filled my glass a third time from the pitcher in the kitchen when the phone rang. I leaned over and picked it up. "Hello?" my voice was husky with sun and drink.
"Enjoying your margarita?" the familiar voice laughed.
I quickly looked all around me. The trees and bushes totally blocked any view of the pool I was sure of it. How could she know? "How...how do you know? I mean.no one can see back here."
"Well none of your neighbors maybe, but if you look to your left, up on the hill, you might be able to make out a car on a small dirt road."
I turned to my left and sure enough, there, about halfway up a hill I could see a car. But it was about a half mile away. I didn't even know there was a road there. "But, you're too far away to see.I don't understand," I continued to stammer.
"Amazing technology nowadays these binoculars I borrowed from a nerdy bird-watching friend are really fantastic, I'll have to show them to you sometime."
I started to get up to move into the house.
"Stop!" Jennifer's voice commanded.
I froze by the lounge chair.
"Sit back down."
I hesitated.
"NOW!" she almost shouted into the phone.
I obeyed and sat back down on the lounge chair.
"That's better, that's a lovely suit, you must turn a lot of heads when you wear that."
"I don't wear it anywhere but here. I just use it to get a maximum tan."
"Why don't you just sunbath nude?"
"I...I'm too embarrassed."
Jennifer laugher into the phone, "Well, that will sure surprise the girls at the club. I don't think any of them would characterize you as shy."
I could feel my face redden at the thought of my behavior at the sex club almost a month ago. I could also feel another reaction, at the mention of the club, a twinge of excitement fluttered in my belly and my nipples hardened slightly under the material of my suit.
"You really do look incredibly sexy in that suit."
"Thank you," I answered automatically.
"Pull the top aside so I can see those incredible breasts."
"No...please," I started.
"Do it! Remember what I said on that first night? Oh, and by the way, in case you are thinking about going back on what you said, let me tell you that Monica films all the sessions at the club. What do you think would happen if your friends saw that tape? How would your position in the community be then?"
I was shocked. The thought of my friends and neighbors seeing my obscene actions was unthinkable. I slowly moved my hands to my bikini top. I pulled aside the two strips of material revealing my breasts.
"That's better; now rub your pretty tits for me."
I started to massage my breasts, instinctively I occasionally pinched my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Warmth started to radiate down my body. I didn't even realize that my legs had moved slightly apart and my hips had started to grind. A small moan escaped my lips.
"That's it," Jennifer's voice was approving. "Now pull aside that bikini bottom and show me your pussy."
I obeyed without hesitation this time, pulling aside the thin strip of cloth to reveal what I knew was my now wet pussy. I started to move my hand to it.
"No!" Jennifer's voice came over the line. "Don't touch yourself there until I tell you. Now, spread your legs and continue to play with your tits."
I did as I was told. My legs spread so that my pussy was exposed, the narrow crotch band pulled aside. My hands went back to my breasts and continued to massage, pinch,and fondle. My excitement heightened. The fact that I could not touch my aching cunt actually seemed to enhance the sensation. I was totally into myself. Now I started to pull and twist my nipples so they hurt. The connection of pleasure and pain was one I had been introduced to at the club and I realized how much I enjoyed it. "Ahhh!" moaned as my head lolled back and my hips fucked the air as I writhed on the pool lounge.
"Very, very nice."
I turned and stopped my manipulation of my breasts. Jennifer's voice was not on the phone, but was right behind me. I turned and saw her standing by the patio door.
"Now, cover yourself back up."
I hesitated, slightly confused by the order.
"Do it!" again the stern command.
I obeyed pulling the crotch band back over my pussy and replacing the two strips of cloth over my nipples and areolas.
"Good, now come with me."
I got up and followed the young girl back into my house. We walked through the living room and den. I continued to follow Jennifer as she walked to the front door. I stopped and turned looking for a coat, or robe.
"What are you doing?" Jennifer was looking back at me.
"I'm looking for something to put on," I answered.
Jennifer reached back and grabbed my arm, "Come on you don't need anything." With that she pulled my through the front door and down the walkway to a waiting black limo. Like the last time, I prayed that none of my neighbors would see me in my skimpy bikini being led to a car by a young girl. The door of the limo opened and Jennifer stepped aside to allow me to enter.
"Well, well, well, that is quite the sexy outfit," Monica looked at me approvingly from her place on the facing seat of the limo. She was dressed more normally today. Gone was the leather jumpsuit from the club. It had been replaced by a light summer dress moderately low cut, but certainly respectable. Jennifer followed me into the limo and we started to move.
"Mm.may I ask where we are going?" I said timidly, afraid of the reaction I might get for speaking out.
"Oh.Jennifer didn't tell you," said Monica cheerfully. "We're going shopping."
"But.I'm not..." I looked down at my barely covered body.
Monica interrupted, "Oh don't worry dear, you look perfectly fine to me."
"She looked even better a few minutes ago," Jennifer winked at me.
"I'm sure she did," Monica answered and smiled.
I was afraid to broach the subject further so I sat back in silence. Jennifer offered me a drink and I took it willingly, feeling I needed to brace myself for what might lie ahead.
"Maggie," It was Monica. "Spread your legs a little dear."
I obeyed displaying the thin patch of blue cloth covering my pussy.
"Jennifer, did you notice that Maggie has soiled her bikini?"
I looked down to see that that my pussy juice had made a dark stain on the crotch band of my thong.
"Well, she did get a little excited before we left," Jennifer gave a soft laugh.
"Yes, I can tell. Her nipples are almost popping through the material of that top."
Again, I looked down and could easily see the impression of my nipples pushing against the material of my skimpy top. Oddly, instead of being embarrassed, I was getting more excited.
"Madam we're here," the limo driver's voice broke into my thoughts.
"Good," said Monica, "well ladies let's do some shopping."
Jennifer got out of the limo first and I followed. I looked up at the sign of the store in front of us. "Helga's House of Leather and Lace," it read.
"Well, don't just stand there," Monica had exited the limo and was now standing beside me." She took my arm and ushered me through the door that Jennifer had held open for us.
When I had gotten out of the limo, I was secretly sort of pleased. I had been in these adult stores before and usually I was either the only one there, or one of very few. So there probably would not be many people to see me in my state of semi-undress. Also, I was pretty sure none of my friends or neighbors would be here. As I walked through the door at least one of those comforts was crushed. The place was packed. As if she read my thoughts. Monica was at my ear.
"Helga does a very good business," she laughed in a whisper.
Even though the theme of the store was adult, no one was really ready for a 5'10 blonde in the skimpiest of bikinis to walk in the room. As I walked with Monica, I saw that all eyes turned and stayed on us as we passed. We walked to a section that had whips, canes and other b&d materials on the wall.
"Hello Monica," a slender brunette woman approached us. She was about my height but stood taller because of the 8" high heeled black leather boots she wore. She had on a leather vest that was loosely laced in front so that the middle of her torso was exposed from her ample cleavage to her navel. Her very large breasts were half way covered by the leather. The vest stopped just above her navel. She wore a pair of tight black leather shorts that rode so low on her hips that I swore the top of her pussy slit was almost uncovered. Below that were black thigh high fishnet stockings. She was very attractive with intense green eyes framed by shoulder length hair.
"Hi Helga," Monica answered, "I see business is still booming.
"Well yes, at least partially thanks to you. But what have we here?" she motioned to me.
"This is Maggie, she was an offering of Jennifer's."
Again, I heard the term offering and flashed back to the events at the club.
"So, Maggie, you have been to the club then?" She turned to me.
"Yes ma'am," I answered. Somehow I sensed that this woman demanded subservience.
"Well good," now turning to Monica, "as usual you have the run of the shop. Call if you need help." Back to me, "nice to have met you Maggie."
"Thank you ma'am," I said demurely.
"I think Helga likes you Maggie," Monica said. "I think we'll have to keep an eye on her Jennifer."
"Yes Monica," Jennifer answered.
I noticed that in the presence of Monica, and especially Helga, Jennifer had been extremely demur.
"Now, come here dear," Monica led me to a wall. In the excitement of meeting Helga I had not noticed the other people in the store. Now, with her gone, I saw that it seemed most of the people were circled around us. Some were looking at other things, but their eyes continued to go back to us. "Try these," she was holding out a set of nipple clamps. Jennifer edged me closer as Monica held the clamps in both hands. She reached out pulled the strips of material away from my breasts so they were exposed. She then reached out and placed a clamp on my left breast. I felt the alligator clip bite into the stiff flesh of my nipple.
"Ahhh!" I moaned with the pain, but I didn't pull away.
Monica now placed the other clamp on my right breast.
"Oh God," I whimpered, but again didn't pull away. There was a chain connecting the clamps and from each clamp hung a small weight to pull my nipples slightly down and increase the bite of the clamps.
Monica now pulled on the chain so that the weights were pulled up above my nipples relieving some of the tension. Then, without warning, she let it drop the weights forced the clamps to violently pull down on my hard little buds.
"Oh fuck," I screamed and then the pleasure of the pain hit, "yessss!" I continued.
"So you like that?" Jennifer's voice asked.
"Yes," my voice was husky with lust.
"Here Jennifer, try this," Monica handed Jennifer I large leather paddle.
The next thing I knew it cracked hard on my left ass cheek.
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed, but at the same time the people watching could see my ass move back toward Jennifer as if to invite another swat. Another crack and my right ass check felt the sting. "Ohhhh!" my ass stung, but my juices flowed into my pussy, and my ass moved back to welcome another blow. I was rewarded as Jennifer brought the paddle down again, this time harder on my right cheek. "Yessss!" my head arched back and I felt the weights of the clamps pulling my nipples down and providing more stimulation. "Crack," the paddle increased its force and frequency. "Yes,yes, oh god, yes," I moaned and writhed in ecstasy as the waves of pain and pleasure mingled and started to carry me toward my peak. Monica tugged on the chain of the clamps distending my nipples. "Ohhh," yes, oh, oh," I moaned and squirmed. I was now only partially aware of the people watching me.
"Crack," the paddle came straight down on my pussy.
"Ahhhhh!" this sent me over the edge. "Yesssssss," I screamed as the first huge convulsion of my orgasm again sent my pussy juice squirting out of me. Another smack with the paddle brought another squirt, a third smack and another load of my pussy juice ejaculated onto the floor of the store. The paddle stopped and the spasms lessened. I was bent over panting trying to catch my breath.
I heard the murmur of the crowd around me.
"Very nice Monica," it was Helga's voice. "She might be one of your best yet. And you say that Jennifer found her."
"Thank you," Monica answered. "Yes, Jennifer really did a great job."
I wondered if it was my imagination or did Monica's voice have a submissive tone when she talked to Helga. Any thoughts I might have had further on that subject were interrupted by Monica's voice.
"Jennifer, I think we need to prepare Maggie for our next stop."
"Yes ma'am," Jennifer answered.
I felt my thong being pulled aside in back. I knew that my asshole was totally exposed. I felt a hand, I assumed it was Jennifer's, rubbing my ass crack with a warm substance. It felt soothing and I moaned slightly. Now I felt the substance being rubbed over my asshole. I squirmed a little. Slowly Jennifer's finger slid into my ass. "Ahh!" a louder moan of satisfaction escaped me. The finger moved slowly in me in a very gentle and patient fucking motion. I responded and started to move my hips in time to the stroking finger. Slowly I felt the finger being withdrawn. My ass moved back trying to reinsert it. Now another sensation, at first I thought it was a dildo like the one I had been fucked with at the club, but as it slid into my tight ass I noticed that it increased in width as it got deeper. It was starting to really hurt, and then all of a sudden it narrowed and popped past my sphincter muscle. The pain and stretching feeling stopped and I realized that for the first time in my life I had a butt plug in my ass. The strip of cloth was now pulled back so it covered the base of the plug. Now the patch of material that covered my pussy was pulled aside. I saw Jennifer reach down but I could not see what she was doing. The next thing I knew my pussy was being spread and I felt something; I didn't know what, being inserted inside me. It was sort of egg shaped and smooth. It was positioned against my G-spot.
"Stand up dear," Monica said, her voice was soft and friendly.
"Here you go," Helga handed Monica a small plastic box. "It's the latest thing. Want to give it a try?"
"Yes, thank you ma'am" Monica answered. Now I was positive about the note of subservience in her voice. She pushed on the box.
"Aaaa!" I jumped as the egg-shaped device in my pussy started to vibrate directly against my G-spot. "Oh, oh my God!" I screamed the sensation was incredible. "Ah, ah, please," I begged. My body felt like one raw nerve ending. Monica pushed the box again and the sensation in my pussy stopped.
Helga was laughing, "Well it seems to work. Here take this."
She handed Monica a white sheer robe. Monica stepped up and pulled it around me. I called it a robe, but it was really less than that. It covered my torso and extended down to just barely cover my ass. The material was so sheer that it was almost nonexistent, seeing through it was almost as easy as seeing through glass.
"Well ladies on your way then. Let me know how it goes." Helga led us to the door. As we walked out, she called after us, "Monica," Monica turned, "you were right, don't forget about next Saturday."
"Yes ma'am," Monica answered.
The last thing I heard as I was escorted back into the limo was Helga saying, Well ladies and gentleman, did you enjoy the show?"