The Collarseum Club

I walked along the pavement of the street, my heels clicking as I moved. They were new and cut into my bare feet, they had yet to be worn in but I loved how the leather framed my feet. I had quite a ways to walk and my feet were quickly soring. A taxi stopped to the side and an unassuming man looked out the window. "Do you need a ride?", he asked. I looked to him, he had recognized my pain, perhaps he was being nice, perhaps not but my feet hurt and I could indeed use a ride. I got into the back of the cab, giving him my address. He made small talk as we drove, I watched the streets pass from the corner of my eye. He had found a well dressed pretty girl helpless and hurt, I was no fool to the ways of men, he passed my street. I took a deep breath calming myself. "You missed my street", I said calmly, feigning sleepiness. He smiled, "I have to get something from home first". "Very well", I said, relaxing into he back like a helpless fool. It t

I waited with anticipation, we had met a woman rather anonymously through the telephone only who was quite interested in a threesome. She claimed to be bi but to prefer women. It was going to be an interesting night, not our first threesome but our first through such anonymity. This excited me for some reason. The knock came on the door and before me stood a not beautiful but not homely woman, one might say she had some handsomeness to her face. We sat for a drink briefly before moving to the bedroom, not much was said verbally, but her eyes had roamed my body in a way I knew, predatory. I was nervous as we entered the bedroom. She was not the sort of woman I was used to, her eyes and smile belied something I could not quite put my finger on but my Master was there, a capable man and surely I was safe. She pulled me to her, kissing me deeply, firmly, her lips pressing into mine as if devouring my very essence. I could not help but to submit to her raw power as she stripped me while

I breathed deeply, relaxing my body as best I could. My muscles let go on command. I knew that this was important to my enjoyment of the experience, tensing against the opposing force of the flogger would only make it hurt more as time progressed. I was in my favorite place to be at this monthly gathering of the BDSM community, the dungeon. I looked forward to entering it every month. It was in the middle of the gathering really, barely sheltered by posts, anyone could simple look over or walk up and see what was going on. I was cuffed by my wrists to the flogging table, my feet firmly on the ground, arms stretched out before me. I could feel the leather of the padded table pressing against my hips, holding me firmly in place. I could smell the leather, the sweat and hear the cries of those nearby as I waited in anticipation. The first fall of the lashes was always shocking, but if you adjusted quickly, a rhythm would soon follow. Predictable, you could count on it, falling over yo