Bab 4006: INITIATION OF MISTRESS Q
Tracey looked for address numbers as she walked the New York sidewalk near Wall Street. It was a cool, gray November afternoon, and the streets were a flow of well-dressed professional men and women shouldering expensive bags and purses, pushing past wandering tourists with cameras and shopping bags. A homeless man sat with a sad-looking German Shepard, trying to stay out of the way. The dog made eye-contact with Tracey and she couldn't help herself. She approached the pair and pulled five dollars from her purse.
"If I give you this money, promise me that you'll get this boy some food."
The man looked at the cash and nodded.
"Feed the dog," said Tracey, and extended her hand with the bill.
The man grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her off balance. She stumbled forward and the man's face was close enough to smell his foul breath. She opened her mouth to yell, but the man snatched the bill and pushed her back.
"He isn't a dog!" shouted the homeless man shouted. "Do you see a leash? Is he wearing a collar? Is he barking like a dog?"
Tracey backed away quickly. "Okay. Just feed him." The journalist in her wanted to hear the rest of THAT story, but mostly she wanted to get away and stop shaking. "What the hell!" she thought. "Poor dog. It's a dog, asshole."
She pulled her long leather coat around her and continued down the street, the heels of her knee-high black boots clacking on the sidewalk. Tracey wanted to look professional, but with an edge. She didn't want to come off as naïve and young as she really was. She was 22, and headed to an underground bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism club, or BDSM. The assignment came from her employer, a New York singles magazine called Rambler. Tracey had very little experience with this type of fetish, and she wondered if she would be able to connect with it enough to write a good article.
She found the building and followed the instructions she had been given. The underground club was actually in an unmarked, underground basement, accessed from a dark opening between buildings. She left the relative safety of the sidewalk and crept into the alley. She found a railing and held on tightly as she carefully walked down a narrow set of stairs to a heavy, steel door. She checked her instructions, took a deep breath, and knocked twice, three times, and then two more knocks.
A small speakeasy door opened and a rough, male voice asked, "How can I help you, ma'm?"
Tracey cleared her throat and said, "I'm a friend of de Sade. I'm here for the interview..."
Before she finished, the speakeasy door slammed shut. She waited. Did she do something wrong? She checked the instructions again. A minute passed. She started the knocking pattern again, but the main door swung open.
"Darling, you're early! I'm Evilyn. Like Evelyn, but evil." A tall, beautiful woman in her 30's, dressed in all black leather greeted her, wearing a tight bustier, short skirt, fishnet stockings and thigh high boots. She took Tracey's hand and led her in. The place smelled faintly damp, with a mingling of perfume, cologne and leather. Not offensive, but very raw and sexual. Tracey took out a pencil and pad and took notes. She found it humorous that this first section appeared to be a dark dungeon gift shop, with costumes and instruments of torture and bondage on display.
"You are gorgeous, Tracey. Everyone is going to love you. Let's get you out of those boring clothes and into some gear. The dressing room is right this way."
"Um, I don't need to change, Evilyn. I'll just observe and ask questions."
"Nonsense. To write about it, you must experience it, right? Of course, we won't make you do anything you don't really want to. But if you want to be allowed to see everything," she said with emphasis, "you must participate. Understood?" She was friendly, but spoke with intimidating confidence and authority.
Tracey took a deep breath and exhaled. "Alright!" she said, with as much courage as she could manage. "Let's go for the full experience."
She was taken into a luxurious dressing room with red couches, dark wood lockers, and oriental rugs. Two clothing racks in the middle of the room hung with mostly black leather, PVC or rubber outfits, adorned with straps, buckles and zippers. Evilyn sorted through the costumes. "Remove all your clothing and jewelry, love, and put on one of the robes."
Tracey's heart raced. "What have I gotten myself into?" she thought. "I can do this. They can't make me do anything I don't want to. I hope." She undressed awkwardly and quickly slipped on a puffy cotton robe. "Can I just wear this instead?" she said, half-joking.
"This is perfect. We got it in just yesterday." Evilyn held up a short, flared leather skirt with a few straps attached. "Those are yours too." She pointed to a tiny black thong on the couch, next to a pair of thigh-high black boots with stiletto heels.
"Oh my," answered Tracey.
"Don't worry, dear. The club is very discreet, exclusive and private. You are completely safe here. There are mirrors over there. Would you like any help getting dressed?"
Tracey took the outfit and turned it back and forth. "Where is the top portion?"
"Put the thong on first."
Tracey handed the outfit to Evilyn and picked up the thong. She opened her robe and awkwardly stepped into the tiny patch of fabric and pulled it up into place.
Evilyn arranged the tangle of straps on the skirt and kneeled down in front of her guest. "Step in right here."
Evilyn's head was close enough to her naked body that her hair brushed against Tracey's legs as she worked her way into the costume. Evilyn rose slowly, moving her gaze up Tracey's body until Evilyn's overflowing cleavage was in Tracey's face. She pulled leather suspender straps over Tracey's shoulders that squeezed her breasts together. Tracey's nipples hardened, but she tried to ignore them. Then another wider horizontal strap was pulled up tight over her breasts, covering her areolas, but leaving breast exposed below and cleavage above.
"I almost forgot." Evilyn went to a dresser and pulled out a leather collar adorned with studs and a ring. She stepped behind Tracey and placed it around her neck. "The Master insists that everyone wear a collar. Except him, of course." She leaned close and whispered in her ear, "You look good enough to eat. Put on your boots and go through the black door by the mirrors."
Tracey slid her foot into the boot and zipped it up to her thigh, finishing just below the hem of the short skirt. She felt exposed and nervous, but exhilarated and eager to see what was next. She put on the other boot and stood before the mirror. "Oh my god." She giggled at herself. "Look at that sexy bad-ass." She grabbed her notepad, quickly made a few notes, and pulled open the black door.
Evilyn sat waiting for her in another low-ceilinged dark room. The crack of a whip startled Tracey. More cracks were followed by loud smacks of a paddle and shouts and shrieks of pain or pleasure. Four small alcoves surrounded the center room, each containing an apparatus that shackled, supported or bound a mostly naked person, who was receiving some form of painful attention by a costumed attendant.
Evilyn pointed with a riding crop toward a large dark object on the floor. Tracey realized that their "chairs" were two men, down on all fours, in full head-to-toe black leather. Only their buttocks were exposed. "Oh! Alright then." Tracey awkwardly settled onto her man-chair, carefully crossed her legs, and addressed Evilyn in a professional tone. (Crack!) "Thank you for granting me this interview today and allowing me access to the club for this article." (Smack! Followed by wailing.) She opened the note pad and raised her pencil.
"Everyone's here voluntarily, right? Of their own free will?" asked Tracey, only half joking.
"Bound only by their desires, lust, and compulsions. As for free will, most eagerly left that at the door."
Tracey tried to focus and ask Evilyn her standard journalist questions that she would ask of any business or club owner, doing her best to ignore the various tortures going on around her. She is also distracted by her own unexpected excitement. She learns that the club has been in existence for eight years, and all of the employees earn very, very good money. Evilyn tells her that she bought her first Manhattan apartment after two years of the clubs opening.
"With a little training and discipline, lovely, sweet Tracey, you could earn five, maybe ten times your current paycheck."
Tracey blushed and tried to hide her embarrassment. "Seriously? I had no idea." She quickly calculated in her head what those figures would really mean. "And this is all legal? No one is having sex or expected to have sex?"
"That's the best part, dear. All the money and attention, without the danger, risks or moral complications. For the most part. You do need to be okay with beating and humiliating other human beings all day. By the time you get home, you really need some light and color. And maybe a hug."
"We do occasionally close to paying members and have a private party for employees and friends. Then, anything goes." Evilyn raised her crop and caressed her cheek with the smooth leather paddle tip. "At the last party I lost count of how many times I came, or caused someone else to cum." In a flash, Evilyn violently swatted the bare ass of her man-chair, eliciting a surprised yelp. "Quiet, you worthless pig!" She stood up and reached for Tracey's hand. "Enough talk. You need to experience for yourself what this is all about."
Tracey stood up on her tall stilettos and tucked her notepad into the top of her skirt. "Thank you, Evilyn."
"From now on you will address me as Mistress Evilyn. Understood?" Evilyn cocked an eyebrow and looked down at Tracey.
"Yes," said Tracey, breathlessly. She cleared her throat and added, "Mistress Evilyn." Tracey had never seriously been turned on by a woman before, but she felt herself irresistibly drawn to this powerful mistress force.
Evilyn smiled and produced another riding crop and held it out for Tracey. "This is for you. Use it when one of these slaves needs some motivation, or whenever you feel like it."
Tracey took the leather swatter, felt the braded grip and flexed the shaft. She lifted her skirt, exposed her thigh, and slapped her bare flesh with the crop. "Ow! That really hurts! This is not a toy."
"No. We are in the grownups playground now, and these pigs need to learn to obey." Evilyn raised her crop and cracked the buttock of Tracey's man-chair. "This worthless piece of shit was just looking up your skirt, Tracey."
Tracey turned away and tucked her skirt under her bottom.
The chair spoke in a creepy, quivering voice, "I was just trying to get a look at this prissy little cunt before she ran out of here crying!"
With explosive rage Tracey lashed out and struck the man's exposed flesh with her new crop. Crack! The man yelped, and Tracey raised the crop again, fire in her eyes and in her blood! She held the crop high above the whimpering man, her body surging with power and lust. "Apologize! You piece of shit!" she shouted, and slapped the man's ass again. "Apologize to Mistress, uh, Q!"
"Please Mistress Q! No more! I was wrong! I apologize Mistress Q, please forgive me." The man cowered, keeping his head down. A red welt was visible on his backside.
Tracey looked to Mistress Evilyn with a look in her eyes like a demented child on Christmas morning that had just unwrapped the chainsaw that she always wanted. Evilyn smiled and said, "Well! Aren't you learning quickly! You do seem to have a knack for this, but you don't get to be a Mistress that easily. You have to earn that privilege."
"I apologize, Mistress Evilyn," said Tracey.
"You're a natural, dear. For today, you can be an honorary mistress in training." Evilyn laughed. "Mistress Q!"
Tracey was shaking from adrenaline. "I need to sit down for a minute." She seated herself on her just-whipped chair. So many thought were racing through her head. "Where the hell did that come from?" She suddenly remembered moments from her past when she felt powerless in the face of insults, bullying and self-doubt. She played through scenarios in her head of how she would react to those bullies, using this newly discovered power.
"Discipline and submission must also be experienced by the one who swings the whip," offered Evilyn. "Once your power is released, you must work to control and channel it, so that it doesn't consume you or cause serious harm to others. You have to let go and ride it to the edge! But keep yourself pointed in the right direction, like riding a horse at full gallop, or racing a car, or skiing down a mountain."
Tracey nodded. She took out her notepad and scribbled a few notes. She was beginning to understand the rush of power and domination, but there were many more aspects of this world that she didn't understand. She felt more calm and confident in this strange place, but was nervous about what she might find out next about herself. She pushed herself up and smacked her boots with the crop. "Thank you, Mistress Evilyn. I'm ready for more."
Evilyn took Tracey's hand. "Right this way to the flogging stations."
They approached a cute, petit blonde, wearing an all-white, shiny PVC cheerleader outfit. She wore pigtails and wielded a pair of cat o' nine tails that almost resembled pom-poms. Splayed spread-eagle before her was a muscular man, strapped face down to a large upright X-cross device. The man, who appeared to be in his late 30's, wore a revealing thong and a ball-gag in his mouth.
"This is Mistress Lolita," explained Evilyn. "She's not the typical dungeon mistress, but she's very popular. Isn't that right?" she said, addressing the man.
He mumbled, "Yeth Mithtreth Ebilyn."
Lolita swung her pom-poms of pain with a lightning fast left-right and the man screamed. Lolita spoke in a little-girl baby-talk voice, "Professor, did I give you permission to speak?!"
"No, Mithtreth Lolita."
"Louder Professor," said Lolita, and struck the man again.
The man screamed, "No, Mithtreth Lolita!"
"You've been a naughty man, Professor. Looking at all your pretty, young students and having dirty thoughts." Lolita thrashed him three times across the buttocks. "You think of putting your disgusting little dick in your own students. Shame on you!" A volley of cracks punished the man from his thighs up to his shoulders. "Shame!" Lolita continued striking the man, ignoring his screams.
Evilyn pulled Tracey away. "Let's leave them to their fun."
Tracey was transfixed by the scene in front of her.
"Come now, dear. There's a lot to see and plenty more of that ahead." Evilyn looked at Tracey and asked, "Did you have any idea that you would enjoy this so much?"
Tracey smiled and felt her cheeks turn red. "I had no idea, Mistress Evilyn. I was curious and I thought I knew the basics, but this..." She swept her hand across the room, "This is a whole new world."
"Excellent! It's so exciting to see someone discover something new and kinky about themselves."
In the next alcove, a gagged and blind-folded nude woman was hog-tied and suspended from the ceiling. A male rope master in black leather had bound her in an intricate pattern that severely squeezed and separated her exposed breasts. He slapped her face and breasts with his bare hands, and the woman whimpered and cried while the man silently and emotionlessly performed his slapping and rope tightening. The master spun her around to observe his masterpiece that beautifully wrapped and restricted her from her throat to her ankles.
Tracey looked at the woman and felt that she must feel very guilty about something to actually pay for this kind of abuse. "What satisfaction do you think she gets from this?"
"Everyone has their own reasons here. By having all control taken away from her, she is allowed to let go. Her mind shuts off and she can be free from her obligations, or anxiety, or guilt. There is an adrenaline rush and a profound relaxation afterward. Most people are so caught up in the meaningless details of their lives, that they can't feel anymore. Here, she is only feeling, and letting out mountains of stress with a good cry."
Tracey nodded and took notes.
"You should see her when she leaves the club after a session. She is smiling and lighter than air," said Evilyn. "She has a few bruises on the outside, but less pain on the inside."
A man on his hands and knees, wearing funny little shorts and a dog collar, was brought to Evilyn on a leash. "For the rest of the tour, I'll have you walk Edgar." Evilyn handed Tracey the leash. "He needs frequent discipline and whatever else you feel like doing to him." Evilyn bent down and spit on top of his head. "Edgar, Tracey's boots are dirty. Lick them clean for her."
Tracey watched as Edgar stuck out his tongue and lapped at her boots. She was glad that the boots weren't her own. "So this loser likes to be humiliated, I assume?"
"Oh yes," said Evilyn. "He delights in it."
"Well, you disgusting, pudgy, limp-dicked, balding, morally bankrupt, useless piece of shit! Roll over on your back like a submissive little poodle, and lick the bottom of my boots."
Edgar flipped onto his back and Tracey pressed her boot into his face. "Lick, you worthless pervert." She steadied herself against the wall. "This is great! Do you have any that get off on housework and laundry?"
"I'm sure you could get plenty of pitiful volunteers to handle your dirty laundry," answered Evilyn.
Tracey saw Edgar rub himself through his shorts. She quickly kicked his arm away and dug her boot heel into his crotch. "No! Bad poodle!" she said, and yanked his leash. "Do not touch yourself again, or I will have you fixed. And I'll do it myself with nail clippers." She yanked on his leash. "Get up now, boy. We're going to finish the tour."
Evilyn showed her men in cages, men in diapers, men dressed up like women, a woman being shocked with a cattle prod, more ropes, spanking, whipping, and choking. They finally arrived at a larger room with one woman and two men secured and spread-eagle on their own upright X crosses. Loud techno music filled the room. A tall, muscular man with long blonde hair held a long, leather bullwhip. He swung the whip around his head and snapped it toward the woman. The whip cracked like a gunshot and the woman shrieked. A large red welt rose up on her back.
"This is The Master, and partner in the club. He takes care of some of the more serious clients," Evilyn told her.
"Will I get a chance to interview him?" Tracey asked.
"No," said Evilyn. "But you may experience a private session with him later."
The whip cracked and made Tracey jump. She watched The Master's body move and flex. His bare chest and broad shoulders glistened with a sheen of sweat. His forearms were wrapped in leather straps, leaving his large, strong hands exposed. He wore tight leather pants and chunky black boots with chrome buckles.
"Let me introduce you quickly," said Evilyn. "Master?"
Master turned slowly, his eyes showing trance-like, deep concentration. His facial expression was calm and intense, like that of a panther stalking prey. He stared into Tracey's eyes.
Tracey felt weak in the knees and a little frightened.
"This is Tracey from Rambler magazine," said Evilyn. "I'm giving her an interview and letting her have some first-hand experience."
The Master surveyed Tracey from bottom to top and gave her a slight smile. With his eyes locked onto hers, he raised the whip, swung it around his head, then turned and delivered a brutal, explosive slash to the next man's back, ending the greeting.
Tracey just stood and watched. His scent reached her and she breathed it in. It was a mixture of musk, earth, leather, and sex. She jumped when Evilyn touched her shoulder."Don't worry," Evilyn said with a smile. "You'll get to see him again. We're having a special party here tonight, and we would like you to be our guest of honor."
"What? Tonight?" Tracey asked. "Wow. I wasn't expecting that." She thought for a moment, and knew she had to get closer to The Master. "That's very generous of you, Mistress Evilyn. Thank you."
"Our pleasure," purred Evilyn. "We're closing up in a couple hours. Get changed and have dinner and drinks in the neighborhood. We have a dozen fantastic restaurants within a block of here. I'd go with you, but I have one more client tonight. And you have to leave poor Edgar here."
Tracey gave the leash a good yank. "Thank you, Edgar. Try not to be such a worthless cocksucker." Tracey paused and looked at Evilyn. "What's tonight going to be like? Should I be nervous?"
Evilyn raised an eyebrow and smiled. "A little."
After a steak dinner and a glass of wine, Tracey brought herself back in the club. The party had started, and most people were dressed casually. She recognized some of the people from earlier in the day, and they smiled at her as she moved through the rooms. Evilyn waved to her from a small bar.
"Have a shot with me before things get started," urged Evilyn. She poured two shots of Tequila and handed one to Tracey. "To the initiation of Mistress Q!"
Tracey threw back the shot and shuddered.
"Now go to the dressing room and change into a robe. Someone will come for you shortly," Evilyn said with a grin. "We're going to have so much fun tonight!"
Tracey didn't have to wait long before a nude, muscular man with short black hair arrived and took her left hand, and a nude, petite young woman with long red hair grabbed her right.
"Hi, I'm Tracey. Are we going...in the shower? Okay, we are going in the shower."
The couple led her into a large, gray, slate-walled shower. They removed Tracey's robe, exposing her hard nipples and goose-bumped flesh. The tap was turned on and hot water shocked Tracey's body, but she quickly relaxed as steam rose up. Her nude attendants lathered and washed her body with soft sponges lathered with soap that smelled of cedar and rose. She closed her eyes as their four hands caressed every part of her body. She could feel herself tremble with lust, and sighed when the hands left her body. Her attendants wrapped her in a robe, placed a blindfold over her eyes, and guided her down a hallway to another room.
Tracey could hear people moving about quietly. Her robe was opened and removed and she was directed to sit on a hard table. Someone laid her back onto a towel and pulled her arms and legs away from her body. Leather cuffs were secured around her wrists and ankles. She fought to control her fear and tried to surrender to the moment. She had never felt more exposed and vulnerable in her life, and she had no idea how many people were in the room. She had also never been more aroused. Her legs were spread wide, and she feared she was visibly dripping.
A hand caressed her face, and a familiar voice whispered in her ear. "Relax, darling, I promise you will enjoy this." Evilyn lightly grazed Tracey's lips with a teasing kiss, making Tracey whimper.
She heard more people enter the room. Someone tested her restraints and pulled her legs farther apart. Tracey felt her heart beating in her chest. "Please someone just fuck me, or lick me, or fucking touch me!" she screamed to herself.
"Thank you all for coming to tonight's special festivities," a deep male voice addressed the room. Tracey knew it was The Master. "We are here to welcome a new member to our family. Many of you have met her already. As an initiation, the soon to be Mistress Q, will be the centerpiece of our party."
Tracey tried to control her trembling. She couldn't stop her body from squirming on the table.
The man continued, "We begin with a favorite. Mistress Q will serve as our dessert. Remember, no hands or penetration. Lips and tongues only."
Tracey groaned.
A cold shot struck her right nipple and Tracey's body convulsed. She laughed when she recognized the sound of whip cream being discharged onto her breast. She smelled chocolate and a hot liquid was poured over her left breast. More people joined in, and hot and cold desserts quickly covered her body all the way down to her toes. Finally, she felt a thick liquid dripping onto her clit and around her inner thighs. The same liquid dropped onto her tongue and lips, and she tasted honey. Soft, feminine lips covered her panting mouth. Ravenously, she kissed back, and knew it was Evilyn. All at once, licking, sucking, and nibbling mouths attacked her breasts, hips, navel, neck, and legs.
At least a dozen points of contact charged her body with electric lust. A male mouth and a female mouth slowly worked their way up her inner thighs. Chocolate sauce was sucked from her labia until the lips met at her clit in a three way kiss. That was the release Tracey needed. She screamed in orgasm as her body thrashed and her hips grinded against the flicking tongues. She wailed as wave after wave of pleasure and release shook her body. The hungry mouths groaned and continued to feed on her sweet, orgasming flesh. Her pussy flowed with her release, and her eyes poured tears of ecstasy. Layer upon layer of orgasm sent her spinning out of her body, and she felt the lust and love of every being in the room. Hot, sticky lips and tongues traded places, sucking her nipples, feeding on her throbbing pussy, and licking her from her toes to her lips.
Eventually, Tracey's writhing and screaming slowed to a contented whimper. The feasting crowd retreated. Tracey floated as her limp body was unshackled and carried back to the shower. She was tenderly cleansed and laid down in a large pile of puffy pillows. She slept with a smile as the party continued around her in other areas of the dungeon club.
"Tracey? Wake up darling," said Evilyn as she caressed Tracey's cheek.
"Mmmmmm," purred Tracey. "Is it morning?"
"No, it's almost 3 am. It's time to pay the Master for your pleasure."
"The Master? Pay?" Tracey struggled to open her eyes.
"Put this on." Evilyn placed clothing on a chair. "Don't keep the Master waiting."
After Evilyn left, Tracey pulled herself up and inspected her next outfit. "Wait. These are just my own clothes. Are they kicking me out? What do I have to pay?" Worried, she dressed quickly and felt dejected that it might all be over.
She met Evilyn outside the room. "Right this way, Tracey."
Tracey began to ask, "Mistress Evilyn, I'm confused. Why am I..."
"Shhhhh. You'll find out soon enough."
They entered a black room that had a single spotlight illuminating a black, padded bench. The bench was equipped with multiple straps.
"Is that for me?" asked Tracey.
"Yes," answered Evilyn. "Lay on the bench facing down."
"In all my clothes?"
"Yes. If you want to please the Master and become a true Mistress, you must submit to this last initiation."
Tracey stared at the bench.
"Of course, you may leave if you wish. It's your choice," offered Evilyn.
Tracey walked to the bench and touched one of the rough leather straps. A surge of fear and excitement made her dizzy. She lay down with her legs straddling the bench.
Evilyn wrapped a strap around Tracey's waist and cinched it tight. Another strap was tightened around her throat and attached to the waist restraint. Tracey hands were pulled behind her and secured together with a cuff, also attached to the waist strap.
Tracey's heart was racing and her panic grew as each strap restricted her freedom.
Evilyn pulled Tracey's legs apart and placed a long spreader bar between them. Leather cuffs tightened around her ankles, so that she had no choice but to leave her legs spread wide. Something was slipped between her legs until it rested against her crotch, making Tracey gasp.
"How do you feel," asked Evilyn.
"Terrified, Mistress Evilyn."
"Good. One more thing, open your mouth."
Tracey hesitantly opened her mouth, and Evilyn placed a ring gag in her mouth, and secured it in place with a strap around her head. "Oh god, what am I doing," Tracey thought. The gag kept her from closing her jaw, leaving her mouth obscenely gaped.
"Now, obviously, you can't use a safe word with a gag, so if you absolutely want the session to stop, you are able to lift one of your legs," Evilyn explained. "Stomp three times if you want to quit. Okay? Now stomp two times for yes."
Tracey used what little free movement she had to raise her left heel and stomp it twice. She felt awkward being fully dressed in her personal clothing. Drool dripped from her open mouth, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Tracey suddenly realized how the gag apparatus was going to be used. She liked oral sex, but she wasn't sure if she could handle what was coming next.
Trance music suddenly filled the room with a hypnotic beat. A door opened and heavy boot-steps thudded toward her. Tracey caught the masculine, sexual scent of the Master, and her clitoris tingled.
"Tracey, have you enjoyed our hospitality so far?" Master's deep voice startled and aroused Tracey.
Tracey tried to voice her appreciation, but just gurgled through the gag. "This is embarrassing," thought Tracey. She stomped her foot twice for yes.
"You have discovered the power of your own dominance and strength. You've experienced the thrill of making others submit to your will and your whip. You've received pleasure from inflicting pain and humiliation on others." The Master paced around the room as he spoke, still out of Tracey's line of sight.
"But to truly understand and master the art and potential of dominance and sadism, you must understand the surrender of submission and masochism. You must completely let go of your ego and control. You must experience pain as a spectrum of pleasure that is invisible to most people. You must derive pleasure from our use of your flesh and ego as a disposable toy for our domination. Do you understand?"
Tracey trembled, but stomped her heel twice.
"Mistress Evilyn and I will use you for our pleasure for the rest of the night. If we are satisfied with your submission, you will become a full member of our family and you will be entitled to use the title of Mistress Q as a club mistress."
Tracey wondered to herself, "Could I make all of this a regular part of my life? Can I go back to my regular boring life, as if none of this happened?"
Without warning, a clean-shaven crotch was pressed against her face. Tracey squealed and turned her head. She had kissed a girl before, but had no desire to perform cunnilingus.
A sharp smack stung her bottom through her clothing. Evilyn yelled at her, "Lick my pussy, you ungrateful, conceited little princess!" The whip delivered another smack.
Unintelligible words fumbled from Tracey's open mouth as she tried to defend herself. Another slap made her yelp, and her eyes began to water.
Evilyn continued, with a slap punctuating each statement. "Did you think you could just come in here (smack), have full access (crack), whip and torment our members (smack), discover your true perverted self (smack), experience the best orgasms of your life (smack, crack), and then just walk out of here and write your little story about all the freaks you met?"
Tracey sobbed from the pain and frustration. She wanted to explain that she wasn't ungrateful, that she felt alive in this place. She pleaded the best she could, as tears and saliva dripped from her crying face.
Evilyn grabbed Tracey's head and pushed her pussy onto her mouth. "If you want to show your appreciation, dear, this is your chance." She shouted, "Eat. My. Cunt! You worthless whore!" Another lash cracked against her sensitive bottom.
Tracey moaned and stuck out her tongue. She felt it slide between the fold of Evilyn's outer lips, and Evilyn moaned and pushed herself against the virgin tongue. Tracey's mouth was filled with wet, warm lips. The unmistakable taste of pussy mixed with her tears.
"Lick, you whore. Eat my pussy and show me how grateful you are."
Tracey wiggled her tongue along the slit and found Evilyn's swollen clit. She rolled and flicked her tongue, working her mouth the best she could. Evilyn held Tracey's head and rubbed herself on her messy face, moaning and shaking. The object that had been wedged between Tracey's legs suddenly came to life, and she let out a long, deep moan. Pleasure erupted from her pelvis as a vibrator buzzed against her pussy.
"There you go, little whore. Pleasure my cunt and you'll get a little reward."
The vibrator stopped and Tracey whimpered, but continued licking and sucking. She was beginning to enjoy the sensual rawness of Evilyn's warm, wet, quivering pussy.
"Shit, I'm going to cum already," moaned Evilyn. "Don't you fucking stop, whore." She slapped her ass, threw down the whip, and grabbed Tracey's head. "Yes. Fuck. Yes!" She pushed her pussy into Tracey's mouth and screamed. Evilyn came and squirted on Tracey's face and wiggling tongue. She held onto her head as she convulsed with waves of pleasure.
The vibrator between Tracey's legs was turned back on, so that she shared in the orgasmic indulgence of her Mistress. With her mouth full of pussy, Tracey moaned and tried to push against the vibrator. Evilyn pulled herself away and the vibrator stopped. Tracey cried out and thrashed against the straps. "Please let me cum," Tracey thought. "I'll do anything, just let me cum!"
The Master walked into the light in front of Tracey. She could see only as high as his chest. He was dressed in black leather chaps with wide zippers along the full length of his legs. A spiked codpiece covered his crotch. His chest was bare and lean like an animal. Blonde hair fell past his shoulders. Leather gauntlets wrapped around his forearms.
The Master grabbed her chin and lowered his face to hers. Only his intense green eyes were visible above a black mask. "You must let go and submit yourself entirely to my control. I will whip, humiliate, frighten, and violate you. If you trust me, you will be released the prison of the past and you will become Mistress Q."
With drool and Evilyn's juices dripping from her mouth, Tracey already felt humiliated and frightened, but also exhilarated. She stared into the Master's eyes and her body ached for release. Her pleading eyes told the Master all he needed to know.
Master pulled a long, steel knife from a sheath on his hip. He placed the cold blade against her cheek, "Goodbye, Tracey."
"Wha...?" grunted Tracey. Master moved to her side and she was jerked up by her collar. The blade touched the back of her neck and then slashed downward. Cool air hit her back as her street clothes were torn open. Her thigh was gripped tightly as the knife worked its way through her skirt, exposing her legs and backside. Her panties were yanked up, slashed, and pulled away. Her clothing was ripped off, except for her boots. Her naked body trembled as Master walked around her and ran a hand over her flesh.
Mistress Evilyn's voice came out of the darkness. "Do you need to relieve yourself, pig?"
Tracey realized that she badly needed to use a bathroom. She nodded her head.
"Fine, do it now."
What? Wait... Tracey realized she wasn't being given a bathroom break. She was expected to urinate on the table in front of them.
"Do it now! Piss yourself, you disgusting whore!" shouted Evilyn.
Master's hand came down hard on her exposed ass. "Stop wasting our time, child. Piss on the table and show us how filthy you are."
Tracey was horrified. She couldn't! She didn't like peeing in a private stall in a public bathroom. She shook her head, which earned her another painful slap on her upper thigh.
"I see," said Master. "You need to be shown. Some people learn the easy way, some people learn the hard way."
"How can I learn to piss myself?" she worried to herself.
Master positioned himself in front of her, opened his cod piece, and pulled out his cock.
The vibrator pressed against Tracey's crotch buzzed to life and sent vibrations through her pelvis. She moaned and writhed on the table, staring at Master's shaft.
"Since you have to be shown, let's pretend you are my toilet." Master pointed his manhood at her face.
"No?! What the fuck?! He's not actually going to..." Tracey's confusion was interrupted by a hot stream of piss hitting her face. She gasped and shut her eyes as Master's urine splattered against lips and into her mouth. She was disgusted, but the vibrator on her pussy sent irrepressible waves of pleasure through her body. She'd never even seen a man piss, let alone have one do it directly into her mouth. The salty, bitter stream filled her mouth and spilled out, but somehow she was coming close to having an orgasm.
The hot stream stopped and the vibe was turned off. "Do you understand how it's done, you stupid whore, or does Mistress Evilyn have to show you too?" Master inquired. "Piss on the table, princess. Make a mess of yourself." Master delivered a sharp slap across her face.
Tracey cried out and tried to fight; yanking against the straps, but Master and Evilyn just laughed at her and slapped her face and ass. "Fine. Fuck you." she thought. "Just do it." She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but felt the embarrassment holding her back. The vibrator came back on. "Fuck!"
Another whack stung her bottom and the vibe stopped. Tracey relaxed and released the warm fluid to flow along her legs and drip off the table. She pushed herself over the cliff of her inhibitions and enjoyed the embarrassment and erotic shame. The vibe switched back on and she moaned loudly.
"Shame on you, dirty, disgusting girl!" Evilyn shouted, and a stream of warm water hit Tracey's ass. Her face and hair were flooded next, making it hard to breath. She was being hosed off with clean water. "Thank god," she thought. "Is this over now? Just leave the vibrator on for just a little longer..."
The vibrator shut off, and Tracey cried out in frustration.
"Whores don't get to cum until your Masters are satisfied." Master's cock appeared in front of her again, only this time, it was erect. "For this next bit of fun, you get to show me how well you want to get fucked."
"Master's going to fuck me?" thought Tracey, staring at the angry, large erection in front of her. She had not been penetrated during her entire visit to the club, and the thought of Master's throbbing cock inside her made her ache with lust. Still, this man was practically a stranger, and she had never been this helpless and submissive.
"I am going to fuck your mouth with my cock, and Evilyn is going to fuck your undeserving cunt with a dildo," the Master explained. "Your cunt will be fucked only as deeply as your mouth is fucked. If your mouth can only accept three inches, your cunt only gets three inches. It's up to you."
This just keeps getting crazier, worried Tracey. How far should she let this continue? Master stepped forward and placed the swollen head of his cock on Tracey's tongue. She moaned and savored the warm, throbbing head. The vibrator was taken away, and a large dildo was placed just between the lips of her aching pussy. Doubt vanished in a tidal wave of lust. All she wanted in that moment was to be used by the Master and Mistress Evilyn.
The Master's hands held Tracey's head as he popped the head of his cock in and out of her open mouth. The dildo pushed into her pussy and teased her opening with short, frustrating strokes. Tracey moaned for more. Master gradually pumped more of his cock deeper into her mouth, and the dildo matched his motion. Tracey lost herself to the sensation of being skull fucked, until the cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged. Master's cock pulled back with shorter strokes, but she desperately needed more of the dildo inside her.Tracey moaned her desire for more. Master slowed his strokes, but pushed deeper. Tracey gagged when the large head pushed into her throat, but the reaction subsided as Master's cock pushed deeper. The contractions of her gagging added to the pleasure of the dildo filling her pussy. Master pulled back, and Tracey gasped for breath. The cock plunged back into her throat, past the gag point, and Tracey felt her throat stretching to accommodate the girth. The dildo was fully jammed into her pussy as Master's scrotum reached her chin. She was deep throating Master's entire erect cock. Master pulled back and she tasted his slippery pre-cum oozing onto her tongue, and she wanted more. He increased his speed and force-fed his cock down her throat as Tracey's eyes rolled back into her head. The dildo fucked her pussy, fast and deep.
Just when she felt it couldn't get any better, she felt a hand on her ass, spreading her open. She felt hot breath, and then Evilyn's wet tongue licked her ass! She had never had that done to her before! She felt awkward, but Evilyn's aggressive licking added another insane level of pleasure. Tracey was building to an intense orgasm. Master groaned and abruptly pulled his cock out of her mouth. Evilyn stopped licking, but the dildo stayed inside her.
Her masters traded places and Evilyn's pussy was against her face again. Tracey felt Master's leather-clad legs move in behind her. She wanted Master's cock to replace the rubber toy, but the dildo stayed in place as Master pushed forward. A strong hand spread her open and Master's cock rubbed against her asshole! She had painfully attempted anal sex once before, but with a smaller penis, and without a dildo stuffed in her pussy. A vibrator in the dildo started pulsing on and off, causing contraction and relaxation of her openings. Tracey held her breath. Master slowly pushed against her, and her tightening and relaxing ass slowly opened up around the head of his cock. Tracey groaned when the painful stretching gave way, and Master's cock popped in past her sphincter. The vibrating dildo throbbed and Master worked his cock gently in and out of her ass. Tracey's tongue never stopped lapping at Evilyn's swollen clit.
Tracey felt like a roaring, vibrating rocket, blasting faster and faster into space, heading toward an explosion with the sun. Evilyn came for the hundredth time on her face and moved away. The dildo was pulled out of her pussy, and Master's cock pushed completely into her ass. Tracey cried and groaned with pleasure as Master pulled her hair and forcefully plunged the entire length of his cock in and out of her. Evilyn worked her way between them and attacked Tracey's clit with her tongue. Master cried out and shoved his erection even deeper, making Tracey scream. She felt his cock swell and erupt, and cum pumped into her. She cried and wailed as her orgasm exploded from her like a bursting dam. Wave after wave rolled through her body with every pulse of Master's cock. Her own cum squirted from her pussy. Her vision went black, and then gave way to violet and electric blue fireworks. She shook and contracted, with each orgasmic wave flooding her body, leaving her drained and soft. The opium of sex wrapped around her like soft blankets made of warm clouds. She floated away and left everything behind.
One Month Later
"Congratulations on your article, Mistress Q," said Evilyn. "Everyone is talking about it, and our phones haven't stopped ringing."
"Thank you, Mistress Evilyn," replied Tracey. "I had to leave out the best parts of my tour, but maybe someday I'll put them in a book."
"I want to read that book, darling. By the way, you are booked for appointments for the next three months."
"That should give me a few more chapters," said Tracey. "Now where is little Edgar? I have to warm up my whipping arm."
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