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Introduction:

If you would like this story to continue please comment. For clarity certain Characters and a scene are from anther story of mine. This story is told from a different perspective.
Jason Cole

By Jax_Teller©2017


I was at the porn shop on the seedy side of town, in the booths in the back watching porn when I heard a female in the next booth tell the guy with her about a bondage club near by. I over heard her describe a nondescript building just out side the city limits. There was no sign, no windows to see in, but if the parking lot was full it was open. It was a members only club and there was a door man at the door to check membership cards. I discretely followed them out side and as I suspected the guy left quickly. I saw her hang around the pay telephone for a few minutes and I went over and asked if she had a light proffering a cigarette. She handed me her lighter and asked for a cigarette which I handed her with her lighter back.


I told her that I had over heard her talking about an exclusive club for bondage. I asked if she was a member and she confirmed that she was, I told her I was interested and that if she would like to go, I would be happy to escort her. She giggled at my escort comment and said she would need to go back to her place and change first. I told her that would be cool,and led her to my car. As I drove her, we talked and she divulged that she was a pro- Dominatrix, and that the guy she'd met at the porn shop only wanted a blow job, not the kind of service she offered. I said that I was submissive and would be interested in serving her for the night if she was willing. She looked me over for a second and said for the right price she would. I agreed and stopped at the ATM to pay her on the way to the club.


When we arrived I opened her door and she led me to the building's door and the doorman and she showed him her membership card. He opened the door and a heavy deep base beat at a low volume could be heard. The house lights were low but the booth's around the out walls were varied lighting, some slightly brighter that the house lights and some that were not lit at all. There was a center area of the floor that was tables and all the chairs faced the raised stage. As we were seated at a table center stage, she told me more about the club and what to expect, like people in the audience masturbating or having sex, and that there was no alcohol sales but people were allowed to bring their own as long as no one was obviously drunk. She also said there were no limits to sexuality in that there may be all sorts, male-female, female-female, male-male, shemales, and other sorts as well, you never knew exactly what would go on.


A female voice came over the sound system as the lights gradually came on and said there would be a five minute break and then the stage would be open for who ever wanted to go on next. It was odd sitting there watching as people shuffled about some undressing others pulling their clothes back on. The lights dimmed and a woman who looked to be in her fifties stepped on stage and the lights went back down except for on the stage. Music came on and she removed her clothing and pulling some devices from her bag. As she moved about she was almost dancing, gliding about her routine. She got close to the front edge of the stage and produced a strip of cloth with medical looking needles, with out the syringe portion, and began to stick needle after needle through her nipples making an Astrix looking design.


When she had used all the needles she pulled a set of clamps from her bag and spread her legs in front of a stage light, spot lighting her pussy, and put the clamps one each on the lips of her pussy. She once again dance - glided around for a minute and then pulled same weights from her bag and as she glided she would stop and put a weight onto the clamps. Her lips stretched at the weights and as she put the last weights on, the music lowered to reveal the sound of the weights clanking against each other to the rhythm of the music at which the audience clapped and cheered until the music ended. She bowed and sat in a chair removing her devices as the house lights slowly came back up.


Once again the announcer came over the sound system and after the five minute intermission this beautiful dark skinned woman got up as the house lights dimmed and approached the stage. The energy seemed to ramp up, people who had been around the edges moved to tables. Music came one she did a very erotic strip tease until she was completely naked at the end of the second song. As the third song came on she motioned to this guy sitting at a table near the stage. She curled her finger at the guy and he made like he was shy and she coaxed him to the stage with and she placed a chair center stage and sat him on it. Once he was in place she went about giving him a lap dance, loosening his clothes, rubbing his cock through his pants, putting his face in her cleavage. The next song began and she stood him up, kicked the chair to the side, and pointed making him lay on his back. She danced around removing parts of his clothes until he was naked. His cock was standing tall and proud and The woman stood over him with her feet on either side of his chest and leaned down sucking his cock, very dramatically with over exaggerations.


In one swift quick motion she stepped forward and squatted over him and took his cock straight into her pussy right to the base. The crowd was silent and enthralled with the show as the talented woman bounced and rocked on his cock. The beautiful dark skinned woman finely got tired and she laid down with her feet on the railing edge of the stage and then pulled her legs up to her chest, and curled her finger at the man once again. He moved to her and knelt between her legs and guided his cock into her very wet pussy. We could see her pussy her juices were pushed out by his cock entering her. He began slow slamming his cock in her until he bottomed out in her pussy and then he pulled back out until the head of his cock felt cool air and then slammed back into her. The guys toes were locked on the rail of the stage for balance and he picked up the pace rocking, plowing into her.


The woman screamed at him “fuck me white boy, fuck this nigger whore cunt, fuck me”. The music ended and the sound of his body and cock slamming into her was making rude sloshing slapping sounds, only covered by her screaming. She was yelling at him to fuck her harder, calling him a pussy and he picked up the slam factor and grabbed her throat with both hands grabbing her with enough force to keep his balance but not so tight that she couldn't yell. She began to tremble under him and she kept repeating don't stop I want to come you cracker, fuck me harder, and then Fuck, fuck, fuck. She started to buck wildly under him and then she went silent, shaking and then the squirting all over the place. The guy continued pounding her until she went limp, and he stood up and jerked his cock unloading buckets of come from her head to her pussy.


As he stood back looking her over, her feet were hanging over the bar rail, and she was rubbing her clit and small spurts of come were coming from her pussy. He knelt down and kissed her as she drew a finger of his come to her mouth and she squirted one more large stream of come over the rail and into the front row of tables. When she finished coming he pulled her to a sitting position and the picked her up in his arms and took her to a chair at the back of the stage. The lights came on as the cheering and clapping began and I could see many naked folks in the crowd, some fucking, some masturbating. I head never heard such racism during sexual encounters or in porn for that matter and I was slightly taken back by it but not enough to want to do anything about it not that I could or that I would leave over it.


Mistress Rose asked me if I liked being insulted or degraded, and I said it did nothing for me at all. The announcer did her thing, announcing a fifteen minute intermission. As the couple that had finished their performance sat down, several people stopped by their table and congratulated them for a great performance. I was amazed to see another biracial couple stop and talk with them, almost glowing over their magnificent performance. The two couples were pleasant and it was sort of odd, the two fit white men and the two beautiful dark skinned women and I wondered if it was some kind of fetish they were into. Mistress Rose told me that performers get a lot of attention and invites go unanswered for the most part but some times people would hook up later. The lights dimmed and everyone made their way to their seats.


The next performer was a single male and he just stripped with no music and Mistress Rose said Oh this is going to be good. A large guy sitting at a table across from us barked get off the stage you faggot. The now naked man on stage said make me you limp dick come rag bitch. The guy jumped up on the stage and they began wrestling back and forth, and with in a couple of minutes they were both naked and wrestling on the stage floor. I was concerned at what I was seeing might escalate, but Rose said just watch, and the large man from the crowd was now pinning the other guy face down. He hit the other guy a few times in the back demanding that he spread his legs. Finely the guy complied and the guy on top forced his cock in the other guys ass and began dry fucking him. There were whistles and cat calls from the crowd as the guy on the bottom attempted to escape the seemingly brutal attack and was put back down by the larger man.


As much as I valued consent and loving relationships I found myself aroused and in fact with an erection. I was ashamed of myself and thought to leave, but was so drawn into the scene I couldn't move. As the two men wrestled for control the guy on the bottom managed to get to his hands and knees, but that didn't stop the other guy's invasion of his ass. The guy on top reached down and was jerking the guys cock, and I realized the guy on the bottom was actually enjoying being raped. The guy on the top moved quickly and jerked the guy over on his side and was still jerking him off and fucking him on his side so everyone could see the violation. The guy being fucked struggled and fought to get away but suddenly stopped and laid back against the other guy. Just then his dick erupted and come shot out his dick as the other guy was still jerking him to the rhythm of his ass fucking.


When the guy finished coming the other guy let go and grabbed his hips and began furiously fucking him, his cock becoming a blur of speed plowing the other guys asshole until his orgasm exploded and showered the other guys stomach and face. The crowd went wild clapping and cheering as the bigger guy stood up jerking the last few jets of come over the other guy. To my surprise the guy covered in come got to his knees and sucked the last squirt of come from the big guys cock. As they finished he turned to face the crowd and licked his fingers of the come, and said thanks for volunteering, come again some time. The lights came back on and the guys toweled off, gathered their clothes and went to a booth off to the side.


Mistress Rose said follow me and led me to anther part of this private club. There were doors on either side of the hallway and some were open others closed, windows to the hall next to each door some with blinds closed some open for viewing. We stopped at one window that was open, where a young man was whipping an older woman with a heavy looking leather flogger. He moved around behind her swiping at her with the flogger in an almost rhythmic step sequence. Mistress asked if I was up for similar attention and I said yes Mam.


She led me on to another open door, and there were tall bar stool seats around the outer walls of the larger room, so we went in and sat. Just after we sat, the one biracial couple came in and sat just down from us. There was a naked woman laying face down on a massage type table and the man standing next to the woman picked up a glass in one hand and swabbed the inside with one of two drum sticks in his other hand, and then lit the other drum stick on fire with a candle burning nearby. In one swift motion he used the flaming drum stick to ignite to fumes in the glass and placed it on the woman's bare back. Instantly her skin sucked up into the glass and he went about repeating with nine more glass cups. He slid a few of them around making a design of the hicky suction marks on her back. The artistic design being created by such and intense application was fascinating. When he finished he pulled the glass cups off of her and she sat with her back to us exhibiting the art for everyone to see.


We went to another room that was empty and Mistress Rose and I discussed what she planned to do and I agreed, we met the D.M. { Dungeon Master } and he acknowledged our safe word and approved our scene. The door was opened and as a few people filtered in and sat down, including the biracial couple, Mistress Rose began by having me strip, and then secured me to the large leather covered St. Andrews cross. I was feeling a bit nervous, and frankly exposed, and once I was secure she began to use a nice set of rope floggers to whip my back, butt and upper legs. She was perfect in her execution, that was a mix of heavy pressure strikes and faster light stinging contacts. She used a very sharp edged leather flogger set next and really pushed me up to my pain threshold limits. Not knowing me, it was amazing how well she was able to read me and dance that edge. Next she turned me around to face the room and re secured me to the cross. I was slightly more aware of the number of people in the room now and my cock sticking out.


Mistress Rose took a set of plastic micro clips and put them on the tender bits of skin on my arms, nipples, legs, and lastly a row of eight along the underside of my cock. She took a large rather stiff feather and began running over the different clips causing me to twitch and jump at some of the contacts. She teased and tickled some, and then use the feather to swipe the clips off of me until all that were left were on my cock. When she put them on my cock was semi erect and still was until she started to use the feather to stroke my cock via the clips. The pain was exquisite and my erection started to build causing the clips to pull tight. The effect was more pain, and more erection until I was trembling and near orgasm. Mistress Rose was truly skilled and teased, keeping me on the edge by blowing lightly on my nipples and running the feather over me. I couldn't take any more and she pulled a large goblet up to my cock as the first jetting stream of come blasted out of my cock.


She caught all of my come in the cup and as I bucked in orgasm she pulled a single clip at a time causing me to jerk and spurt another jet of come over and again until the clips were all off. My cock drooped slightly and she milked the last few drops out, and then sat the goblet down and began releasing me. She lead me to my knees after the last restraint was loosened. She ordered me to open my mouth and I did as ordered, and she fed me my come from the goblet. I was barely able to hold it all in my mouth and then she ordered me to swallow, which I did. There was applause and cheering, but it was so muffled in my mind by subspace taking over. The euphoria was amazing and I shook in a chill, Mistress Rose took a blanket from the D.M. covering me and hugging me through the space.


Mistress Rose was leading me out to my car before my head was really clear and she insisted in driving. I wasn't sure where we were going or what we were going to do, when she pulled into a restaurant that I had seen before and assumed was closed because it was never open it seemed. But at this hour it was open, and she led me in and we sat in a booth. She ordered two deserts and asked what I wanted to drink. I asked for hot chocolate and she ordered two. I asked about the restaurant and she said it was a after hours establishment that caters to those who work alternative hours. So when others are open they are closed and when others are closer they are open. We ate and I recovered some more as we talked over the scene and some things about our selves.


Mistress Rose paid for the meal and handed me my car keys along with her business card and told me I was dismissed. As I looked to her to ask about her way home she told me she would take a taxi from there. I was confounded by the real concern for my well being, and then dismissing me like she did. I went home and was fast to sleep, I called in sick to work in the morning when my alarm went off and went back to sleep. I woke up mid afternoon, and realized that Mistress Rose was a true professional Dominatrix. She spent the time at the restaurant making sure I was ok to drive and then without making an attachment sent me on my way. I had got what I paid for, and learned a lot about myself.


My thoughts kept going back to the rape scene and how sexually aroused I was and was now aroused just thinking about it. I thought about trying to find someone safe to experiment with but didn't know anyone I trusted that much or that I wanted to know my sick little secret. A month went by and I couldn't get the club or the rape scene out of my mind and decided that I wanted to explore that side of myself. I was sure I didn't want to be raped, but maybe I was interested because I wanted to get fucked or suck a dick. The idea became more appealing to me as the weeks went by. I went by the porn shop and into the booths one late Friday evening, remembering the glory hole in the wall of one of the booths. I found that most of the booths had glory holes but some were more discrete and others were covered.


Sure enough after watching a couple mini features, I heard a stirring in the booth next to me and a light knock. I said come on, and a semi erect dick stuck through the hole. Still seated I bent over and took the dick in my mouth, it smelled funky and it only took a few minutes before they dick grew in my mouth and dumped a load of come in my mouth. It tasted bitter salty and well just wrong, so I spit it out onto the floor. I felt a degree of accomplishment at having made it come, but realized under those circumstances it wasn't all that difficult to do. I went home and debated calling Mistress Rose, but instead I went to sleep some what frustrated.


Saturday I went to do laundry at the laundry mat and saw a gay couple and they were being very openly affectionate. I thought that they might have been putting on a show for me somewhat, but either way I was becoming more curious, and impatient. I called Mistress Rose explained what was going on and that I wanted to book her for the evening, as well as discuss how I could become a member of the club. She told me to pick her up at the restaurant and agreed on eight pm. I got there right at eight and she walked out of the restaurant over to my car and got in. On the way there she explained that the club was a private club and the annual dues were three thousand dollars and that any applicant would have to sign non disclosure agreement, as well as pay for a back ground check before being accepted.


She told me it would be better to wait until I had visited a few times and people to know me. When we got to the club we discussed what scene Mistress wanted to do and I agreed, noting that I should get more details and spend more time on the setup in the future. The door man let us in and as we sat in a booth to the side of the stage, Mistress asked if would like to do the scene in a private room, semi private, or would I try the main stage and my inner exhibitionist took over. I decided to go main stage and Mistress say in a half hour or maybe a little later? I answered a half hour would be great. She went up to the announcer and put her name on the list for the stage. She came back and told me that we would be third, in line.


I watched as the first act was a twenty something looking woman came out and stripped to music, and then began fisting herself laying on her back. Then She pulled a standard baseball bat out of her bag she started by inserting the handle end into her vagina and then when the grip disappeared she pulled It back out and stood up. She lowered herself down on the large end of the bat, and it did go in to her, but the amazing part was when she squatted down and the bat just went further into her. She road it for a minute and then waved and the lights went back up.


The next act was a lesbian couple and their niche was that one was barely four feet tall and very attractive not thick like most little people, Her partner was six foot four inches and played volleyball in college. They came out naked and began what looked like an exercise routine. The tall dyke laid on her back and actually juggled the smaller on her feet like a beach ball. They did all kinds of size related tricks, but the real deal was when the smaller woman walked over to the other and her mouth was nearly at the taller ones pussy level. The taller woman spread her feet slightly and the shorter one steeped forward and began eating the others pussy.


The couple really seemed to be enjoying themselves, when the shorter one pushed her fist up and into the taller ones' ass. She shrieked and begged the shorter one to fuck her harder, and the pace picked up, and they turned side ways still standing and every one could see the fisting clearly. The shorter one reached up with the other hand and tugged on the taller woman's tit. For a minute I swear I thought she was going to attempt to swing from her tits. The two finished their very polished scene, and the lights once again came on.


Mistress Rose and I went up on stage and She pulled what looked to be a weight bench from the back of the stage to front center. As it came into the light it was part weight bench part stocks and it had a lot of adjusting screws and control handles. I had never seen anything like it before and it was scarier than Mistress had described. The house lights went down and it was show time, Mistress Rose ordered me to disrobe, which I did. She opened up her over coat and revealed a leather corset and fishnet stockings, she looked very animated, and scary sexy. She ordered me to kneel in front of her which I did and she put a collar on me that had a hose and bulb, like a blood pressure setup attached.


She led me to the bench and sat me down on it. She secured my arms out to my sides and legs individually to the bench. I couldn't see much from this point and she raised the bench up about a foot with a foot pump like the old barber's chairs. She pulled an odd dildo looking device out of her bag and put it in my mouth and then used a strap harness over my head securing my head in place to the bench. I was really beginning to get nervous and excited at being secured tighter than I ever had before. Mistress Rose placed a cage type device with rings over my cock and balls that I wasn't really able to see. I had worn a similar device once before or so I thought. After placing it on me, she stood next to me and played with a remote control and the cage device gave me a light shock and vibration.


Mistress Rose asked if I felt that, and I nodded, she said good boy. I felt conflicted about being called a boy, until she hit another button and my legs started separating and raising at the same time. I forgot about the boy comment and focused on what was next. Once my legs were up in the air and spread wide apart Mistress Rose came over and I could feel her putting lubricant on – in my asshole, pushing a finger of the lube inside me. I could feel her step between my legs and then something being forced into my asshole. I figured she was using a strap on, as I could feel her body pressing into mine as the fake cock pushed into me. Having had a dildo in my ass before I didn't remember it feeling warm and well life like. After a few minutes of working the cock in my ass she was bottoming out and began a steady fucking pace.


I thought to myself this wasn't all that bad, I liked immobility, asphyxia, being fucked by a dominatrix on stage in front of a bunch of other kinky folks, and then I felt the vibrating shock wave of fire go through my cock. It was like my cock had caught on fire and the fire was riding up and down my cock. Instantly I felt the pressing urge to come. I mentally put the urge aside, but then she really started rocking the cock in and out of my ass, slamming it home. I grew used to the fucking and was wondering if this was it and then my balls spasm-ed and contracted like a charlie horse. It was all consuming and directly tied to fire fucking my cock. I wasn't able to maintain focus and the urge to come was over whelming me.


I didn't mentally want to come, but my body was on over drive and I knew I no longer had a choice, I was going to come. It seemed like at the very moment I gave in to my impending orgasm, the vibrating shocking fire stopped. I felt her turn a screw on the device in my mouth and I couldn't get air. I focused and controlled my breath through my nose. Mistress Rose turned the fire back on and instantly I thought I was going to come but didn't. She did something and the intensity of the vibration increased two fold and then my cock went in to spasm, rock hard throbbing in a cramp and she put her fingers on my nose closing off my air way.


I tried to remain calm but with all my senses maxing out it was mind blowing as I felt the come erupt from my cock flailing about spraying a stream of come around as I began to see light from lack of oxygen. The very fiber of every one of my senses was on fire erupting my orgasm in a reality that seemed impossible but very tangible. I felt Mistress let go of my nose and as I breathed a deep breath in through my nose I come feel the come still erupting in violent spurts and the vibrating shocks prolonging the end of my orgasm. The stars I was seeing and the intense ass pounding became my focus as my cock continued to convulse while nothing was coming from it anymore.


Mistress Rose turned a screw and removed the device in my mouth and I breathing heavily regaining some mental clarity. She slid the cock out of my ass and I felt a profound emptiness and then she pushed her hand inside my ass. I felt so full, and my cock was still burning and spasming to the vibrating shocks, the skin starting to get raw. Mistress hit just the right spot and another volley of come painfully erupted from my cock flying into the air just when I thought I was dry. My come was painful as it worked through my dick to escape and burned as it exploded from my cock. As the flow of come dried up, Mistress Rose removed her hand and then dialed down the rings of fire. She removed the device from my cock and started releasing me from the bench.


I was so weakened by the experience, putting my feet to the floor caused the room to spin, the applause and cheering were surreal and almost out of my reality. The Dungeon Master came over as Mistress Rose sat me on a chair at the back of the stage and helped her put the bench to the back of the stage area. I was unable to put my pants on and Mistress had to do some after care with me. The announcer, announced a fifteen minute intermission, and the house lights came on slowly. Finely I was able to get dressed and followed Mistress to our booth. I don't remember much from the rest of the evening other than gathering our things and going out to my car.


Mistress Rose drove back to the restaurant where I had picked her up, and looking at me, she asked where I lived. I was surprised and told her, and she drove to my place telling me that I wasn't in any condition to drive. When we got to my place she came in and commented on how nice the house was, how much space I had. She called a taxi and a few minutes later I heard the horn outside, Mistress Rose kissed me on the forehead and thanked me for a good show, telling me I did great. I thanked her and she left. I ran through the scene in my head feeling the sensations in my worn body and fell asleep in my chair, dreaming what she would do to me next.

The End
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