By: Lia

Summary: A sub and her Master go to a private bondage club for the first time.

I was so nervous. All the preparations had been made. There was no turning back now. Or perhaps there was, but I'd never forgive myself. Earlier in the day I had been massaged, waxed and received a pedicure. Neon midnight blue nail polish now adorned my toes. I had showered and shaved the hair from my legs, underarms and pussy.

Last night we had gone shopping for some slut clothes for me to wear tonight. I forewent that option of a very short denim skirt, a see through black blouse and black lace thigh high stockings for a more conservative look. After all, we didn't know what we would be faced with and we thought it would be better to take a more conservative approach for our first time. So instead, I dressed casually in low-rise blue jeans and a low cut red cotton top. My sexiest underwear lurked beneath consisting of a black thong with lace trim and a matching bra that really enhanced my handful sized 35B breasts. I wore my new mid-calf high black leather boots with a sexy heel, and my black leather jacket. My hair was long and straight, having ironed out my curls for tonight. I made up my face with just a little extra eye makeup to give my almond shaped hazel eyes a sultry look. The toy bag was in the car, and I was ready for business.

We had been talking about this night for a few weeks. My Master had found this group on line and he was intrigued. I must admit that when he told me about it, I also became interested. This was a BDSM club community with a play space, and tonight they were having their annual Thanksgiving dinner/meeting, with playtime to follow just after. This was a special evening though, as the club was holding an auction where anybody could participate, and auction off anything of their choosing. My Master and I have always been intrigued by the idea of auctioning me off to another Dom, so we decided to check it all out. We emailed back and forth with the club a few times to get some additional information.

Being relatively new to the scene, my Master and I had no idea what to expect. We were both anxious and nervous. On the way there, my stomach was in knots (as I thought I may be later in the evening). We pulled into the parking lot and took a very deep breath. Master kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to do this. My Master is very kind and gentle (except when he is not). He did not want me to get in over my head. I told him lets do it.

It was an older building in a less desirable area of the city. Originally it was most likely a factory, but as we found out from one of the members, more recently the area that the club was located in the building had been a church. (Talk about sacrilege!) As we entered the nondescript doorway, we entered into a kitchen area. It was crowded with people milling about and smelled of turkey and other assorted Thanksgiving goodies. People were very friendly and welcoming. While they were (for the most part) on the large side, they seemed pretty normal otherwise. We began to feel much more at ease.

At the door a very friendly middle-aged woman asked us if we were members. We said no, that we are brand new and would like to stay for both the dinner and play time afterward. The woman collected $30 from my Master. She then gave him $2000 in club currency to be used in the auction later this evening or on another day. The woman asked a man standing close by to give us a tour. The man was very large and probably in his mid 50's. We came to find later that he was the woman's Master. He had a very strange voice, but gave us the tour uneventfully. He showed us the kitchen and where the bathroom was. Then into the lounge where we saw several couches and chairs, and 2 large TVs and VCRs accompanied by a rack full of BDSM videos. It was clean, and in a lowbrow way, comfortable. We walked through the lounge to the play space. Master's and my eyes grew wide, and our nerves became active again. I started to have to pee about every half hour. The strange large man described all of the equipment and how we might use it. We were both fascinated and intimidated by it all. There were a number of "stations". There were places to tie a sub to a cross, or in a cage, or torture chair, stretching rack and spanking chair. The chair was interesting as it had a box that encapsulated the Bottom's head to block out any senses other than touch. There was also suspension equipment, and a stage that had a St. Andrew's cross. I correctly assumed that is where the auction would be held. There were weights at certain stations, but otherwise you were to bring your own toys. The one piece of equipment that fascinated me the most though was the spanking table. It was not a permanent piece of equipment explained the fat man, but one of the members brought it with him when he attended these events, and the group could use it. He told us that the man who owned it makes and sells them.

Once we completed our tour, we got a soda (alcohol and drugs are not permitted in this club) and sat down in the lounge. I felt very conspicuous and out of place. There was no doubt that I was the most attractive woman in the place, and many of the men, and some of the women were leering at me. There were definitely some strange things we began to see. One Dominatrix sitting close by had her slave on the floor at her feet. She said hello, and we introduced ourselves to them both. It became very clear that he was not allowed to speak. Another couple (both women) had greeted each other with an extremely familiar kiss. In fact they were making out. My Master and I kept asking each other if we were comfortable, and if we thought I would be brave enough to participate in any of the games that evening. We had decided previously that I would if we were both comfortable enough. A bit later, dinner was served.

The dinner was potluck, and I had made a tossed salad. Many of the club members were excellent cooks. We began speaking to a man and a woman as we ate our meals. She had been to this club a number of times, and it was his first time to this club, but had frequented others. As the evening wore on John, the man in this duo became a very good source of information to us.

Dinner concluded, and though we were sitting in the lounge area, we could see that the lights dimmed in the play area. We had begun speaking with a married couple, who by the look of it was the most similar pair as us. We naturally gravitated to one another, and found that they were about the same age, 40ish, and professionals who had children. The biggest difference though was that she was the Top and he was the Bottom. I remember being very surprised with this information. They had visited this club once before a short time ago. We spoke for some time, then went into the play area to check it all out. The auction was going to begin shortly.

As the auctioneer came around asking for those who would be selling their "wares", I remember feeling a little bit giddy. I wanted to do it, but wasn't ready yet. My Master had gone out to the car to get our bag of toys in case we had wanted to play. I did not volunteer to be auctioned, but requested the ability to do so if I changed my mind. The woman said to seek her out if I chose to do so. When I told my Master, he approved of my decision, saying let's wait to see how it goes. He was excited to know that we could get involved later if we chose to.

The auction began. About 10 people, both tops and bottoms, auctioned their services. There was one cross dresser who was blindfolded. Most of the auctionee's were women, and most were bottoms. There were 2 tops, both Male who auctioned their services. Most of them all were very large. However, there was one bottom who was a very attractive girl. She was small, and had a very athletic build. Her hair reached her waist, and she was bid on for the highest amount by far. Her selling price was over 3x the next highest. In watching her new owner with her over the course of the evening, I was happy I did not auction myself off. She was spanked and beaten many times. Her nipples were tortured with clothespins, and she was also tickled. They played a number of scenes together. Her ass was bright red most of the night. She seemed to love it though, and stayed quiet and very submissive during her scenes. During the auction, scenes continued to take place. Every now and then you would hear a gasp or cry of pain. The cross dresser, who had an enormous cock, was tortured by the Dominatrix who had the silent slave.

Once the auction concluded, everyone went off to have their scenes. The spanking table was then set up in the middle of the room, and a young woman was placed on it for her birthday spanks. She was turning 26 the next day, and anyone who wished could give her the same number of spanks. Some did so with their hand, others used a paddle, and still others used a whip. She loved it. She was smiling and laughing the whole time. I urged my Master to spank her too, and he did so using his bare hand. I was getting so hot watching her.

For a long while, we just watched. The other couple we spoke with played out a scene, and we watched them. Other couples got into it as well, and the slaves who were auctioned were getting themselves taken care of. The leering started to become even more obvious. I had put my collar on prior to going into the auction, and had many people compliment me on it. I was getting very hot watching the night unfold. Whips were flying. Canes were flogging. Clamps were pinching. Much of it was too intense for my pain threshold, at least this far into my training. John mentioned to my Master and me that a year from now, we would be right up there with them.

As the night went on, I began to work up my courage. I told my Master that I wanted to be naked. I had such a strong urge to exhibit myself. I could tell that most of the people there had been watching me and my Master, knowing we were new, and they thought I was very attractive. Several had commented on it. John had warned us that we must be careful. These events prey on people like us, because they will want to take me for their own. I told Master I was ready. I wanted to be strapped into the spanking table. We waited our turn, and he approached the owner of the table. It was going to happen. I could not stop it now. I didn't want to stop it now. My heart was pounding. I was sure everyone could see it pumping through my chest.

The table owner fit me for the table with my clothes on. This helped put me at ease. I climbed onto the table and lied down. He made the adjustments and fitted me in comfortably. The table was incredibly comfortable. Then I knew it was time to take off my clothes. I was tormented. First I removed my boots and socks, then the top, then my jeans. I was in my bra and thong only. I had noticed previously that nobody really had pretty underwear. This was a novelty for all to see tonight. I faced the wall, mortified and ashamed. I had never been naked in public before. I removed my bra, and asked Master if I should keep my thong on. He said no. He was very strong about it, and I knew there would be no arguing. I took it off. I was naked, and humiliated. He paraded me around to the back of the table where I was to climb on. The places that held my legs were spread wide apart. I knew my sex would be completely exposed. My heart was thumping so loudly, I was sure everyone could hear it. The girl who had been spanked before me sat nearby. She reassured me that I would be very comfortable. I told her I was frightened. Then I heard someone ask my Master why there were lines on my ass. Several days ago he had recorded the date in permanent marker on my ass for a different scene. The month 11 showed on my left cheek, and the day 10 showed on my right. Everyone loved this. I told Master if he wanted to give someone else the paddle to use on me that I would be okay with that.

I had to remove my collar as it got in the way of the table. I did so, and handed it to my Master. I climbed up into the table, and the owner began to arrange me. My hands reached down to the handlebar. Face down in the faceplate, which resembled that of a massage table. Hips up in the air bent over a pad. Finally, my legs were on the leg extensions. They began to strap me down. My arms were locked in place. A strap locked my waist in. A strap was placed around each thigh, and then I felt a leg press my foot to lock it in place and strap my calves. I heard the owner ask Master if he wanted my head locked in as well. Master unwaveringly said yes. While this was going on, Master began pulling on my nipples, which were completely exposed on the underside of the table.

I heard the owner say I was ready. Master asked me if I was okay, and ready. I said yes. I felt the first blow of the paddle, then more, and more. About five minutes later, Master asked me if I'd had enough. No, I said. He continued to spank me on my ass, and gave me a few swats on my pussy as well. He almost always played with my nipples, pulling and twisting them while he spanked me. I heard someone say that it was a great feature… you could reach the tits while spanking the ass on this table. Master agreed, and said he wanted to buy one.

Master asked the owner if he wanted a turn at me. The owner jumped on the chance. He was much more harsh than my Master, and had me jumping at his blows. He told my Master that I color up nicely. Master felt very proud of this, and agreed. After a few minutes, I called Master over to my face. He asked if I wanted to quit. I said no, but I needed a break from this professional spanker. Master let me rest a bit, and rubbed my ass. Then he started rubbing my clit and my nipples some more. I began to squirm on the table, and he got me so hot, I thought I might cum. I couldn't stop thinking about coming in front of a room of people. It was both humiliating and exciting at the same time. People were gathering around and watching. Master told me so several times. He swatted me a few more times on my ass, and kept me going – teetering on the edge.

Finally, I told him I wanted to get down. I wanted to try another station. Perhaps a good tit whipping would be fun. He got me off the table, and held me and kissed me. He told me he was very proud of me. I had spent about a half hour on the table. I knew I wanted another station, but I began to feel self-conscious again. I told him I wanted to get dressed. He said I could.

Everyone had complimented both my Master and me on our performance. I was very proud, and so was he. We stayed for a little while longer, and then went home.

All the way home, my master and I spoke about the evening. We couldn't believe what we saw, or even more importantly what we did! We were so keyed up and couldn't wait to dive into each other. We drove the 40 or so minutes to get home, and when we pulled into the garage, I told him I thought we should go down to our dungeon. Our dungeon was doubled as a home gym and worked beautifully for both kinds of play. All of our larger bdsm equipment could be explained away to the untrained as exercise equipment. (Or at least that is what we thought we would say when we finally bought some!) It was about 3 am, and we rarely were ever up this late. In fact if we were, we would head straight to bed… but not tonight. Tonight we couldn't get enough of each other. We went straight downstairs and he told me to strip. I did so eagerly, and awaited my next instruction. He told me to mount the total gym. He had manipulated the bench to be high, and told me to get on all fours. I was kneeling on the bench, and couldn't wait to be spanked again, just as I had been earlier. He tied my legs to the bench and told me to hold my arms straight and still. I did as he told me. I felt the sharp sting of the crop come across my ass. Again and again he struck my ass, and then moved up to my back, and began flogging me between my shoulder blades. Until tonight, he had really only spanked me on my ass, tits and on my cunt, but he was growing more adventurous, and I loved it!

As he flogged me, he removed his pants. He moved toward my head and told me to suck his cock. I took his hard shaft into my mouth and began pumping and sucking. Occasionally I would slow down and flick my tongue around the head. He never stopped with the crop. It was a constant and methodical pace, and was continuing to get harder. I was certain I had "colored up nicely" by then. He abruptly stopped my sucking, and circled back around near my ass. He thrust his cock harshly into my cunt and started fucking me like mad. All the while he continued my whipping. I was going crazy! He started whipping my tits, then back to my ass, and then again on my back. Over and over and over the crop struck my pale skin turning it bright red. He fucked me so hard I was the closest I had ever come to having an orgasm from fucking. Then he stopped. He untied my legs, and told me to turn over. I did so without hesitating. He told me to spread my legs wide open. As I did so, I saw him line up the crop, and knew my pussy was about to be abused. Crack! The crop came down harder than usual on my cunt. I yelped, but didn't want him to stop. He did it again and again. My cunt was getting sore, but I loved it. Then he dove into my cunt with his tongue, and he told me I should come. I did so within moments, and had the most outrageous orgasm of my life! It lasted forever, and was completely animal. He stood over me and made me jerk him off until he came on my tits.

We were both incredibly fulfilled. It was an amazing night. We can't wait to go back to the club. Luckily, we left my collar there by accident when we removed it for the spanking table, so now we have to go back this weekend to retrieve it. I can't wait to see what happens this time!