Free Sub's Night Out by K.L. Joy Page B

of tea light candles lining the hallway floor. My heart pounding, we passed many doors. A snap, the sharp sound of flesh connecting with flesh, a moan of ecstasy, or was that pain? A crack of a whip brought my senses to a peak. My step faltered on its path slightly. A gentle tug on the collar and I was brought back into line. I knew that my earlier indiscretion was about to come back and haunt me. Which tool would he use to punish me?
    We entered the back room of the club, and my eyes lifted momentarily to take in the scene. A large bed stood before me with a stockade built into the bed head; a girl was trapped in it, kneeling, with her bare buttocks protruding. A rather butch woman in uniform stood off to one side with a long cane switch in her hand. As we passed, I thought I saw a large strap- on dildo protruding from the fly of her pants. This girl was in for a ride. The other corner had a lounge; two couples were sitting watching the girl on the bed and fondling each other. To the left of the couch was the dungeon playroom. The only way to enter was through the large barred gate left slightly ajar. The room was filled with equipment: a St. Andrew's cross, complete with rings and cuffs; a pommel horse; and a shelf of 'goodies' like ice and candles. A few chairs were scattered around the room for people to be able to view the proceedings. I knew I was going to be on show, and I was instantly excited!
    Having my eyes down cast did not allow me to see detail, though the small amount I was able to glean from my peripheral vision was enticing. Muffled screams and groans of pain, or was that ecstasy? The smell of... what was that smell? Sex, fear, maybe a hint of patchouli or vanilla, permeated my skin. Sir chose a chair—or rather, a throne—to sit in and ordered me to kneel before him. Dispensing with the clothing on the upper half of my body, he pulled another surprise out of his jacket pocket; I wondered how many more things he had in there?
    "Spread your legs when you kneel before me; I wish to have access to you at all times. Do not cross your legs in front of me, ever!" My mind had dropped into a trance-like state, not knowing or caring too much who watched on. He reached down, and a glimpse of wood caught my eye before I felt the pinch of his fingers on my clit again.
    "You are so wet; I don't know if this will hold. Will you tell me what you have inserted inside you now?" he asked. I guess this was my chance to redeem myself. In for a penny...
    "No, Sir; it is a surprise." One corner of my mouth upturned, and an eyebrow rose, almost daring him to use whatever he held.
    I felt the pressure increase as he pinched tighter; Sir's other hand reached down to clip the wooden peg to my clit. It took on the first try, and I drew backwards. The pain, so sharp, shocked my system. The chain attached to my collar was yanked forward. My head was now only inches from his feet.
    "Tell me what I wish to know." His voice was soft, but authoritarian. I just shook my head from side to side and said nothing. He tugged the chain upward, assuming full control over my body. My back straightened, head lowered, eyes now closed. The weight of the padlock on the back of my collar began to place pressure on my throat. I swallowed hard against it, and it lifted slightly, but not enough for relief. My left nipple ring was pulled out, extending the nipple impossibly, and a peg was clipped behind the ring on the fleshy areola, my ring sitting out straight, as if reaching for my Sir.
    Once the other peg was placed in the same manner on my right breast, I was asked again, "Tell me what you have inside you." This time my face was lifted to look upon his and my insubordination was clearly beginning to frustrate him. He required my full and utter submission; he was realizing that my spirit does not submit that easily.
    It seemed like an eternity had passed, the pain coursing through my body from the core, only just subsiding into a dull ache. In my