A new BDSM club opened up in Washington, D.C.. I was interested in the scene, so I decided to take My subby hubby bob with Me to check it out.
The club wasn't terribly crowded but it was still early, only 10:00 p.m. Some people were hanging out by the bar. A group of macho men with their female subs.
I introduced Myself and bob.
We had a few drinks.
Then a couple of the men decided it was time to flaunt their dominance.
One guy led his female sub to a spanking bench.
She leaned forward on it.
He lifted her pretty chiffon shirt with his riding crop. Then he made her pull down her panties and step out of them completely.
She spread her legs, her ass was bare.
He started by spanking her ten times lightly with his hand. Then he put his fingers in her pussy and when he pulled them out, he made her lick them clean.
He continued spanking her ass, this time with a riding crop. His spanking got harder and you could see her ass getting red.
Then he pulled out his dressage whip.
The zinging sound as he waved it in the air above his head was incredible.
He lowered it and started hitting her thighs. You could see the whip marks. A little more force and she would start bleeding.
He stopped. She was whimpering in pain. He whispered in her ear. She moved away from the spanking bench.
He pinched her nipples really hard and then twisted them around. You could see her grimacing in pain.
He let go of her nipples. She bent down and picked up her panties that were lying on the floor. She pulled them on and walked back to the bar.
Her Master said, "When we get home, I'm going to put My cock where My fingers were and rip your pussy apart. Then I'm going to plunge My rock hard cock in your ass hole and fuck you till I cum. As your reward, I'll let you lick My cock clean."
The second guy had made his sub remove her silky top and bra. He tied her to the Catherine Wheel.
You could see her full firm breasts. He took a cat o' nine tails and whipped her tits, gently at first and then much harder.
Her nipples turned taut. The cat o' nine tails were beginning to leave marks on the pale skin of her breasts.
He stopped whipping her and slowly gave the wheel a half turn. Now she was upside down.
He let her stay that way for a minute and then gave the wheel another half turn, so she got back to her original upright position.
He took a pair of clothes pins and attached them to each nipple. He left her there and returned to the bar.
He asked My sub bob if he was going to punish Me.
I looked at him and said, "I'm the Dom here."
He apologized: "No offense meant, ma'am."
He returned to the Catherine Wheel and untied his sub.
While she was putting on her blouse, his macho friend went up to him and I saw them glancing at Me.
They both came back to the bar.
The first guy said that they had never been dominated by a woman and were interested in a new experience. I arranged to go over to their apartment later that evening.
I rang the doorbell of the building and heard the buzzer. I pushed the door open and went in.
I started walking down the corridor looking for the elevator.
Suddenly something wet splattered against My leg. I saw a hand holding a squirt bottle disappear around a corner.
By the time I got over My surprise, the body attached to the bottle had also disappeared.
I was absolutely furious. I pulled out some tissues from My handbag to wipe My stockings.
Dammit!
Someone had sprayed my stocking with semen--like a dog pissing to mark its territory.
I went up to the apartment where the two guys were waiting for Me.
They started to introduce themselves: "I'm Bill", "I'm Harry...."
Who cared? These were lowly male-creatures who needed a lesson in humility. They might as well have been two slabs of beef in a butcher's cold storage.
"You'll speak only when spoken to," I said. "Your names are Slave 1 and Slave 2."
I ordered them to kiss My feet and then undress completely. There were some chairs in the room. I told them to sit down.
I said, "Which one of you pigs sprayed cum on My leg?"
Both of the bastards played dumb.
They claimed they knew nothing.
They were lying, of course.
They thought they could humiliate Me the way they humiliated their pliant female subbies.
Keeping my tone calm and cool, I told them that the first person to either confess or inform on the other would suffer less severe punishMent. The slave who refused to fess up would wish he had never been born.
But they both stuck to their charades of ignorance.
Fine. I'd get the truth out of them.
I sat on a chair and slowly rolled down My stockings, over My heels, almost up to My toes.
Then I told both of them to kneel down in front of Me and remove the stockings with their teeth and deposit the nylons at My feet.
There were two single beds in the bedroom.
I told Slave 1 to go to the bedroom and lie on the bed. I told Slab-of-Beef 2 to stand up and stay where he was.
I tied Slave 1's arms and legs to the bed with heavy rope so he was totally immobile. Then I told the second slave to pick up one of My stockings.
I asked Slave 1, on the bed, if he was ready to confess now. He raised his eyes upwards, like: was I stupid?
Okay.
I ordered the standing slave to dangle My cum-stained stocking in front of Slave 1's mouth.
I told Slave 1 to start licking it clean; he was going to suck up every drop of cum on that stocking until it was completely dry.
It was sheer pleasure for Me to see him tied to the bed, sucking the cum off My stocking.
After about three minutes I commanded the standing slave to start stuffing the stocking in the mouth of the slave bound to the bed.
I could hear the bed-bound slave gag as the standing slave force fed him.
Now I ordered the standing slave to lie down on the empty bed. I tied him down as I had the first slave.
I jammed a ball gag into his mouth to stop him from making any noise.
I went into the kitchen and found a wooden chopping board, then some nails and a hammer from a tool box.
I returned to the bedroom with My tools.
I stood next to the slave I'd tied up first and put the chopping board under his ass.
I told the second slave to watch--and nod when he was ready to confess, because it would be his turn next.
I pulled out My nails and went to work.
I grabbed Slave 1's scrotum and yanked it hard. I could see him squirming and choking but he was My prisoner and couldn't escape.
The second slave's eyes were truly frightened.
I could see him watching intently, unable to tear his gaze away. I knew he could feel the pain in his own balls, anticipating what was to come.
I had a nail in My left hand and the hammer in My right.
I placed the nail against the first slave's scrotum sac and tapped with the hammer until the sac was nailed to the board.
He wouldn't want to squirm too much or his sac would rip apart.
Ouch!
This loser started squealing through his stocking gag like a stuck pig.
I stepped back and admired My handiwork.
Meanwhile, the second slave was gurgling through his ball gag. He was so frantic I thought he would pee on the bed at any moment.
It was obvious he wanted to say something.
I went over and pulled out his ball gag.
"I did it Mistress, I squirted you with the cum, but it was his idea," he added, rolling his eyes toward his scrotum-crucified friend.
I thought for a moment about putting a nail through this jerk's nut sack, too.
But why waste a perfectly good nail on this wimp?
I shoved the ball gag back in, then approached the slave with the crucified ball sac and yanked the stocking out of this mouth.
The scream trapped in his throat by the stocking gag came bellowing out.
I blew them both a kiss goodbye, gathered My belongings and slammed the front door shut.
Outside, in the hall, I could hear Mr. Nailed Nut Sack bleating like a sheep led to slaughter.
If only I could be a fly on the wall when these losers' female subs showed up and found their macho men shorn of their manhood.