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                                 CHAPTER 6



The initiation continued for several hours with the entire group
joining in and all of them cumming more times than they could count.
As the afternoon turned to early evening Kim and Angela took a short
break to call Angela's parents and get permission for her to stay
over with Kim that night. This allowed the group to continue their
activities far into the night, much to Angela's delight. Before the
sex party ended Angela had sucked off both Jimmy and Bill and had
even learned to swallow their cum as a good slave should. She
discovered it was one of her favorite forms of sex and found she
could cum herself while doing it.

Another thing she found out about herself was that she liked having
sex with women as much as men. Some of her best orgasms came when she
played games with Connie, Kim, or Rosie. Usually this was a result of
being "forced" by the guys. Angela wondered how it would be to serve
a Mistress instead of a Master and remembered how much she had
enjoyed her session with Kim in the gym. She hoped that she would get
the chance to explore this avenue sometime in the future.

Over the course of the evening Angela was thoroughly fucked several
times. Jimmy and Bill used her mouth, tits, ass, and cunt. The other
women even got into the act by using dildos and vibrators on her. She
was not whipped any more because her body was still showing the
effects of the initial punishment, but she was bound in a variety of
positions and had clamps attached to her private parts for much of
the evening. When she was not the participating she watched the guys
work on the other girls, and Angela found this voyeurism exciting as
well. 

Angela remained fascinated by Rosie's magnificent tits and was amazed
at how intensely the guys tortured them while Rosie just urged them
on. Kim impressed her with her knowledge about sex and sexual acts
and her willingness to do anything and everything the others
suggested. Her friend was mature, at least sexually, far beyond her
years. But Connie was the one who held the most fascination for the
new member. Connie was a true masochist who reveled in the pain and
humiliation and seemed to have no boundaries. Everything the men did
to her made her cry, scream, or moan, but still she begged  them to
do more or do it harder. Jimmy's mom never seemed to get enough,
whether it was fucking or punishment. Angela wondered if the woman
could go on for ever.

Angela didn't get a chance to experience being double-fucked by Jimmy
and Bill. Bill felt that she was too new to everything and should
leave this for another time. It was something that the young girl got
to watch with the other ladies and found it terribly exciting. She
was disappointed that she was not going to get to try it, but was
mollified knowing that she had it to look forward to another time.

They got together often over the next couple of months. Angela fit in
well and soon learned the proper behavior for a sex slave. It was not
a difficult task for her as she was a natural at it. She was still
not rivaling Connie in her zest for pure pain, but she was well on
the way to catching up with Kim in her knowledge about sex and sexual
games, especially those that dealt with discipline and bondage. As
predicted, her appetite increased as she experienced more things and
her willingness to experiment was unlimited.

Bill brought in a guy from his office to participate. The women were
glad because the two men were finding it difficult to keep up with
the four of them. Charles was young and unmarried. He was not
experienced in bondage and discipline but quickly entered the spirit
of things and was a welcome addition to their group.

It was Connie who was responsible for bringing the club an entirely
different element. Jean and Mike were neighbors from around the
corner. They were young, in their early thirties, and had no
children. Connie and Jean were not close friends but had visited
several times at neighborhood gatherings and had gotten along well
enough. At a holiday party they found themselves seated next to each
other and struck up a lively conversation that eventually turned to
sex. Jean surprised Connie with her openness, although the amount
they had drunk may have had something to do with it.

During their talk Jean mentioned that she enjoyed being in charge and
that her husband liked it that way as well. Connie laughingly asked
her if she tied him up and spanked his ass. Jean hesitated just a
moment, then fixed Connie with a deep stare and answered that she did
that and more. In fact, she continued, Mike was her slave and did
anything and everything she commanded, often for a whole weekend at a
time. Connie giggled and said she would like to see that, jokingly
suggesting the four of them get together sometime. 

"It might be fun and I'll bet we'd fit together perfectly," Connie
said. "Bill is my Lord and Master and he enjoys making me be his sex
slave. It might be fun to have a man as a partner in submission. You
and Bill could probably think up some diabolical situations for Mike
and me." Although she had said it as a joke, Connie could see that
Jean was thinking about the possibilities and wondering if her
neighbor was being serious. Connie wanted to lighten the tone of
things but still let her know that what she had said might really be
possible, so she said "Why don't you come over tomorrow morning for
coffee. We can talk about it when the situation is a little less
public." She was delighted when Jean said that she would love to come
and was interested in pursuing the line of conversation if Connie was
really being serious. Assuring her that she was, Connie made the date
for ten the next morning.

That evening she told Bill about her interesting talk with Jean and
wondered what he thought about it. Bill was enthusiastic. He said,
"It's worth exploring. They might be an interesting addition to the
club. Try to push her and see what they do when they play, and if she
has any experience dominating women as well as men. If you feel
comfortable, then set up a meeting with them. We can see how they
play and get a feel for whether they are right to join the club."

Connie decided to meet Jean casually. If she was going to try to turn
the conversation to sex, she wanted to look the part without being
too obvious. She chose a long lounging gown, cut low in the front,
and made of a smooth silky material. She went without a bra and, as
an afterthought, removed her bikini panties. Studying herself in the
mirror, she could barely make out the dark triangle of her vee if
she stood in the light just the right way. She put on light makeup
and let her hair fall loosely around her shoulders.

Jean was dressed a bit more demurely, because she had walked over
from her house, but clearly had also given some thought to the look
she wanted to portray. Her light, almost strawberry red hair was
loose and flowing, framing her delicate facial features, and set off
the freckles that were so characteristic of redheads. The sweatshirt
she chose was oversized but did nothing to hide her generous breasts.
Her black pants were extremely tight, almost looking as though they
had been painted on. They were so tight that Connie could clearly see
her pubic mound in front and the crease of her ass in back. The
material hugged each cheek and held them high and separated.

Jean took charge immediately, though she was the guest. Connie
couldn't help noticing that everything the woman said sounded like a
command and she found herself drifting off as she fantasized being a
slave to this beautiful, demanding woman.

Forcing herself to pay attention, Connie realized that Jean was
talking. "Our conversation at the party last night intrigued me, and
would like to ask you some questions if you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Connie answered. "But you will have to answer some
for me after you finish."

"Fair enough," Jean said. "First, I want to know if you were really
serious or if it was just the alcohol talking. Do you and Bill really
get into bondage and discipline games?"

"We do," Connie acknowledged and added, "and we both find them very
stimulating and terribly exciting. I pushed Bill into it a couple of
years ago and we have been going at it hot and heavy ever since."
Lowering her eyes and her voice she added, "and we have found it
even more exciting when we play games with others."

Jean's raised eyebrows told Connie that she had gotten her neighbor's
interest. She decided to wait for Jean's response before committing
herself any further. 

"Tell me a little about what you do when you play B and D games" Jean
said. "I want details, enough so that I can decide if we might want
to get with you or not. Mike and I can get pretty rough at times and
I wouldn't want you to get in over your head."

Connie laughed out loud. "I doubt you two could get too rough for
Bill and me," she said, still giggling. "Instead of telling you some
things we do I'll just take you downstairs to our playroom and let
you see for yourself."

Connie led the way and was rewarded with an appreciative murmur as
Jean surveyed all the bondage equipment in the basement. "As you can
see, Bill and I are very involved and take great pains to enhance our
enjoyment. In answer to your statement about you and your husband
playing too rough for us, let me assure you that Bill has never yet
gotten me to use our safe word. He has suspended me for hours at a
time and whipped me to the point of bleeding several times. When we
start, I become his possession, a total slave and willing to do
anything he commands. There is literally nothing that we won't try
at least once. Now tell me a bit about you and Mike. Are you more
into the domination and humiliation or do you tend toward bondage and
S and M?"

"Before I answer that, let me ask you one more thing. How does Bill
feel about being a Master over another man? Has he ever done it" Jean
asked?

Connie thought a few minutes before answering. "I don't really know
how he feels about that. I do know that he is totally heterosexual
and would not consider doing anything that bordered on any gay
activity. He might enjoy dominating a man and forcing him to perform
sexual acts on himself and others, although he has never done it. One
of his pleasures is watching me have sex with other people, men and
women. Unlike Bill, I have no such qualms. I enjoy both men and
women," she added with a sly grin.

"Then I will answer your question truthfully," Jean said. "Mike is
not gay either but he does like being dominated by a man. Personally,
I think he just enjoys the freedom of being totally under someone
else's control, man or woman. He doesn't have to worry about pleasing
anyone or take the responsibility of making sure the sex is
successful. With me, he lets me tell him what to do to please me and
then resists just enough to turn us both on. I enjoy the power I have
over him, and I like making him do things he wouldn't ordinarily do.
I also enjoy making him scream and beg." Jean said this last with a
slight raise of her eyebrows, almost as if issuing a challenge to her
neighbor.

The comment didn't escape Connie's notice. "I'd be willing to bet you
couldn't make me scream or beg for mercy," she responded pertly.

"Really," Jean said, her voice raising in a lilt. "And just what
would the nature of this bet be?"

Connie paused for a few moments, lost in thought. "I think we should
make it worthwhile for the winner, but fair to both of us. How about
setting a time limit, let's say,  an hour. Bill will give me to you
for an hour and you can do what you like to me during that time. You
may use of our playroom and all its equipment or bring  your own. If
you make me use the safe word, you will be the winner. At the end of
the hour, if I haven't used it, I will win."

"Agreed." Jean said. "What are the stakes?"

"If you win, I'll give myself to you for an entire weekend. I will be
your slave from 6:00 Friday evening to 6:00 Sunday night. If I win,
you agree to turn yourself over to my husband for the rest of the
evening. He may decide to show you the submissive side of things or
he may just have you use your talents on Mike and me. Probably, it
will be a combination of both, but he will respect any limits you may
have."

Connie could tell that Jean was considering the proposition
carefully. Finally she answered, choosing her words carefully. "I
have never been on the receiving end of things before and I admit
there are some things I would like to experience first hand. If Bill
will agree to observe the safe word and will promise not to put me in
a position where Mike will dominate or punish me, I'll agree to your
terms. I might like being under someone's control, but I don't want
it to affect my relationship with Mike."

"Great! Then it's a bargain. When should we get together for this
contest?" Connie said, a little breathlessly. "Bill and I are
available this weekend, if you and Mike can come over. I'm excited
about this and want to do it as soon as possible."

"I'll have to check with Mike and make sure he hasn't made any plans,
but I think this weekend should be fine. Shall we plan on Friday?
I'll call you later this evening to finalize the arrangements." Jean
had a lecherous grin on her face when she added, "And be sure to
clear your calendar for the following weekend. I think I may need a
French maid for a small gathering that I am planning. It will be the
perfect time for you to pay off your debt."

"I'll be happy to serve my Mistress if I lose" Connie replied with an
exaggerated curtsy. "But I think you have better get some pillows to
sit on because Bill is going to simply adore turning your gorgeous
lily white ass bright red. He likes to spank you while you're sucking
him off. The longer it takes you to make him cum, the more punishment
you suffer, and he can last a long time when he sets his mind to it."

Rosie was on call and had to work Friday night but agreed to let
Jimmy, Kim and Angela use their house to play, especially if Jimmy
promised to save something for her when she got home a little after
midnight! Charles had another appointment that night and couldn't
join them. Everyone was excited about adding another couple to their
membership, however, and made Bill and Connie promise to tell them
everything about the evening. Bill said he would see if Jean and Mike
would let him film the evening. If so, they could all watch the tape
the next night, as a prelude to an impromptu meeting of the club. 

Friday night arrived and Connie was both nervous and excited. She was
as ready as she would ever be and hoped she would at least give a
good accounting of herself, win or lose. Secretly, she almost wanted
to lose because she wanted to see what it was like to finally reach
the upper limit of her pain threshold. She also thought it would be
fun to serve as a slave to Jean and a whole new group of people.
Being a toy, a sexual plaything, for people she didn't even know,
excited  her.

At the appointed hour Bill answered the doorbell. He was a little
taken aback when the door swung open to reveal Jean, her thick red
hair, wild and flowing over her shoulders, dressed completely in
tight, shiny black leather. Every curve of her luscious body was not
only exhibited but accentuated. Her husband, Mike, was on all fours,
wearing only skimpy leather briefs and a black leather collar. Jean
held a leash attached to his collar in one hand. Her other hand
wielded a vicious looking riding crop that she promptly used on
Mike's bare back, urging him to crawl into the house, which he did,
howling like a dog and scampering as fast as he could.

Handing Mike's leash to Bill, Jean breezed in the door saying, "Take
care of this cur, will you? You can tie him in the kitchen if you
don't want to bother with him, although  he is well trained and won't
climb on the furniture if you decide to let him stay with us."

Bill felt awkward. He didn't know what Jean or Mike expected of him,
but finally decided that the woman had given him a clue. She was
treating her husband like a dog and Bill followed her lead.

"Come this way, boy," he said, giving the leash a sharp tug. Turning
to Jean, Bill said, "Connie thought you would be pleased if she was
ready for you when you arrived, so I have taken the liberty of
preparing her for your contest."

Bill led the way to the basement while Jean followed, flicking her
crop against her husband's ass when he lagged behind. Mike had to go
down the stairs slowly to keep from falling so he received several
harsh cuts of the crop before finally reaching the dungeon. Mike had
not seen the room before and he was impressed. It was obvious that
Bill and Connie meant business.

Jean searched the room for her opponent of the evening. She found
Connie, completely naked, stretched out on a large doctor's
examination table. Connie's arms were extended back over her head and
secured to wrist cuffs at the end of the table. Her legs were spread
wide with her feet strapped into the stirrups. The poor woman looked
like she was preparing for a pelvic exam. Connie felt totally exposed
and completely vulnerable. Her tits had flattened out slightly and
rolled off to each side. Jean observed that Connie's nipples were
already stiff and pointed and noticed the moisture that had already
gathered at the opening to her soft pussy.

Jean quickly crossed the room to stand beside Connie. She ran her
hands up and down her neighbor's quivering body, stopping only to
pinch a nipple or test the resiliency of Connie's elastic cunt lips.
Turning to Bill she said, "I have a free rein for an hour tonight,
right?"

Bill nodded and said, "As long as you use common sense.  If she says
'Quit, I give up' you must stop immediately."

"I have a few preliminary things to do before we get started. Why
don't you see if you can make that sniveling husband of mine learn
some new tricks while I work. He tends to play with himself once his
cock gets hard. I've never been able to break him of that habit.
Maybe you have some ideas." While she was talking, Jean was digging
into the bag she had brought. "Do you have some hot water down here?"
she asked. She went to the bathroom that Bill had indicated and
soaked a couple of washcloths in hot water. Filling a bowl and
picking up the hot wash cloths, Jean returned to Connie who was
showing a look of apprehension.

"Don't worry, my sweet" Jean chortled as Connie surged at her bonds
and flared her nostrils. Her eyes were glued to the gleaming straight
razor in Jeans's hand. "I'm not going to cut you, I'm just going to
shave all that hair off your pretty pink pussy. When I start
whipping you, I don't want anything cushioning the blows. You are
going to feel every stroke right to the core of your being. Besides,
a freshly shaved pussy is so much more sensitive. I think you'll
agree that you have never been quite so aware of your cunt. It will
throb and tingle even before I start whipping it, and be assured, I
am going to whip it . . .  hard!" Connie tensed as Jean placed the
hot wash cloth right on her pussy.

Bill busied himself with Mike. He removed the leash and fastened the
man's collar to a short chain attached to a ring embedded in the
floor. He purposely left Mike's hands free to tempt him into
masturbating. Bill put a heavy belt around Mike's waist and snapped a
chain to the back of the belt. With a few yanks on the pulley, Mike
was lifted so high that his feet just barely touched the floor while
his head was held just inches from the ring. As a final touch, Bill
manacled his prisoner's ankles and made them fast to the same ring.
Stepping back, Bill admired his handiwork. Mike was effectively
suspended from his waist and totally unable to move anything except
his hands and arms. Popping the snaps on either side of Mike's
leather briefs, Bill whisked them off in one quick motion leaving the
man naked and embarrassed, his thickening cock slapping gently
against his stomach.

Jean worked quickly on Connie's nether curls.  First, she used a pair
of scissors to cut away as many of the long blond locks as possible.
After thoroughly lathering the woman's pussy, she started shaving.
Bill watched with admiration. It was obvious this was not the woman's
first experience with a straight razor as she expertly denuded his
wife's triangle with just a few swift strokes. Slowing down, Jean
scraped gently in the area between Connie's lower cunt lips and her
ass hole, making sure that every vestige of pubic hair was removed.

Connie was deathly afraid of the razor scraping the sensitive skin so
close to her private parts, but it produced such overwhelming
sensations she could not help herself. Jean's fingers pulled the skin
taunt, making sure the razor shaved close and left no stubble. All
this handling of her pouting cunt lips made Connie hot. She could
tell that much of the slickness down there was from her own juices as
much as the lather that was gradually disappearing along with her
golden pubic mane. Connie's mind was in turmoil. She'd had few
experiences that were as sensuous as this. Try as she might, the
woman was unable to keep her ass from shifting back and forth on the
table. Occasionally she lost control as a small orgasm crept over
her, causing her hips to snap up and down rapidly. Jean enjoyed
hearing the slapping sound and watching Connie's ass cheeks flatten
out as they slammed against the table.

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