The Club - Part 2: Always Wanting More

She wasn't able to stop ...

The sound of a grandfather’s clock chimed, and my body froze. Whenever the clock struck a new hour, the Master spanked me in rhythm with the cords. He held the paddle in front of my face, and my eyes made contact with the leather weapon. My cunt sold me out; the wetness instantly began to pool between my lips, knowing what would happen.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.

He only focused on my left ass cheek this time. Each hour he rotated. The burning sensation hurt, but it was hurt that left me begging for more. My heartbeat felt heavy in my vagina, my pussy calling out for more. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth as I collected myself.

We had been going since nine am, only three hours. I was up to 47 points. I had to pee, but I didn’t dare leave the podium. I was earning those points. I felt one of their hands on my left cheek, where the welp began forming from the spanking. My body tried to jump forward from the pain, but I held it in place. I wasn’t sure how to make it to five, but I had to.

“Skylar, are you ready for the next part?”

Chills were running along my spine; next part, what on earth could be next? I knew better than to ask questions; looking up at the Master, I blinked once to signal yes.

“Good girl,” he said, walking to a wall and opening the door. “In the next room is a plate of fruit and a bathroom. You have ten minutes to eat and refresh. Take your panties; you will need them for the next part.”

My eyes looked at him and then into the room; I wasn’t sure if I could move. I blinked a couple of times, and then the Master smiled, “Good slave, waiting until you’re dismissed. 5 points. You’re dismissed.”

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The doors shut behind me the moment I made it into the next room, a room that was pitch black. My eyes took a minute to acclimate, and once they had adjusted, the plate of strawberries and grapes was easy to spot. But I had to find the bathroom. Picking up the plate, I walked along the wall and eventually found where to relieve myself.

The warm fluid leaving my body felt like heaven, but once I was done, I was suddenly longing. Longing for more.

I had been worked over very well but not once allowed to cum. My pussy throbbed, my ass hurts, and my body felt weak. But I wanted more. My heart started racing as I walked around the empty room holding the plate and eating fruit. What will the Master do next?

I heard a gong, and my ass immediately tensed up. The doors opened with a ceremonious vibe, and he was standing there.

“Put the plate down, Skylar, and put your red panties on. I am going to introduce you to your Mistress.”

A Mistress, why did that make my pussy ache more? Obeying the command, I bend at my waist and place the plate on the floor. I slip each foot into the panties and pull them up, covering my smooth, hairless cunt. Taking in my last free breath, I inhale and exhale before I am under someone's control, then walk towards the Master.

Inside the next room, the platform has been converted into a stage with different objects — a sex device contraption.

My heart jumps to my throat, and I momentarily feel fear across my face. The master walks up beside me and puts his hand on my left ass cheek, pressing into the sore welts.

“You signed a consent form; we don't have to ask which one you want to use. You will use all of them.”

My right thumb fingered the waistband of my panties, and I tried to count to ten to calm my heart. Once again, my pussy betrayed me, and I could smell it, the arousal. I knew the Master could, too, with the grin he gave me.

“Spread your legs; let me inspect you.” A woman said from behind me. I couldn’t see her, but I obeyed. Taking my right leg, I stepped to the side and felt something. I looked down and could see a firm red rod pressed up against my cunt.

Next, I felt her hands cupping my lips, and she was rubbing her skin against my red panties, which put friction on my smooth skin. I wanted to moan, and I needed a release. My pussy began to drip hot wetness when suddenly I felt a hard whack against my right ass cheek.

She had hit me with the rod.

“Minus 4 points, you’re still not allowed to cum. That means no leaking on my hands too.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes; pull it together, Skylar!

“Walk to the horse and bend over.”

I saw the gymnastics horse on stage and sighed; this didn't seem bad. I moved quickly across the floor, and when I got to the horse, I obeyed and bent over.

“You may speak this once. You want the Master or me fucking you?”

I knew this was a test, and I would pass it. “You.” I was firm in my voice and then lowered my head in submission.

“Ten points,” the Master said, “she is yours; see you later, Skylar.”

I felt the rod tip touch the base of my neck and then run down the length of my spine. When she got to my ass, she put it through my panties and pulled them off to my knees. Her hands were now on me, and she pushed my ass cheek apart; I thought she was examining my asshole. I could feel her dominating presence all around me.

“Men need multiple partners to dominate. Women need one well-educated Mistress. I’m going to see how much you can cum. I will make you squirt to earn the rest of your needed points. You must prove you crave me as much as I crave you. I will explore every part of your body and push your limits.”

My pussy was hot, and if she touched me inside my lips, I would orgasm.

She brought a blindfold over and put it around my eyes. Next, she went to each of my wrists and tied them to the horse. I wasn’t surprised when she secured each of my ankles shortly after. I felt the hot liquid seeping down my lips.

“Yes or no, have you ever been pegged?”

I shook my head no. The Mistress said nothing to me; she rolled a device over. I felt its presence as the center of my core. My heart was racing, and the anticipation of what was to come was exhilarating. Her hand rubbed my ass, and a finger slipped between my folds. I sucked in a breath as she ran what felt to be her index finger along my clitoris. She fingered it for a while, rubbing, pulling, pinching, torturing me. I bit my lip and could taste blood from inside my cheek.

“Skylar, please exhale,” I didn’t know why, but I obeyed, and as I let my breath out, her fingers were gone, and suddenly a large hard object was being pushed inside me. It felt ribbed, thick, and more rigid than anything I’d ever experienced.

The moan came out before I could stop; I tried arching my back but was tied down. My head reached up, and then I felt it. The Mistress grabbed my hair. Her face now touched mine; she whispered, “Bad Skylar, you made a noise. Now the machine will work double speed on you. If you cum, the audition is over. Hold it in until I tell you to release.”

She let go of my hair, my head fell backward, and my cunt began beating. Tears ran down my cheeks as I bit my lip, begging inside my mind for the release. I could feel fluids dripping on my legs as the machine racked along my clitoris and deep into my cunt.

I never knew how bad holding in an orgasm would feel. My heart felt like it was going to explode. My toes curled, and my legs wanted to buckle. The time passed at a rate that was unknown to me. Just before I felt like I would pass out, the machine stopped and was pulled out of me. It was replaced with someone's mouth; I assumed the Mistress.

Their tongue was hot, almost soothing. Licking and sucking on me. As the tongue played along my clitoris, I started crying again and heard the Mistress speak.

“Cum, Skylar.”

These are the words I had been waiting for. I don’t remember how long it lasted, but I came. I came hard and long. I felt my body squirting all over the face pressed into my cunt. Their hands held my ass tight like a waterfall had been set free. I’d never experienced anything like this before, and it was glorious.

I don’t remember passing out, but I did. When I came too, I was attached to a new machine, this time, standing. My hands were secured above my head, and my legs secured, spread eagle below me. When I realized my nipples were attached to clamps, I started to panic.

“Skylar, welcome back. You were out for about half an hour. Kudos to you; your orgasm was perfect. You’re at 75 points. almost there.”

Almost done, almost. I could do this; I could push through.

The Mistress was now joined with the Master, which confused me. He seemed to understand my bewildered expression and spoke. “I was watching from the monitor and got jealous; I wanted to taste your cum, not just her.”

I watched as he walked over to me, his hands reaching for my breasts. “These were my idea, and your nipples looked so fresh and tasty. I wanted to tenderize them for my lips later.” He twisted the clamps, which shot pain through my tits and straight to my cunt.

Holy Fuck!

Tears came back, and my pussy leaked again. He brought his hand to my vagina and started to finger me. “Good girl, I want you to cum for me. Make sure you squirt again.”

His left hand went to my right breast; he squeezed and then went for the clamp. His right hand was inside me, his thumb rubbing my clitoris, his fingers fucking me hard. As he turned the clamp, I bit down the scream; my mound rubbed against his palm as my body shook.

The more and more pain he delivered, the wetter I became. He winked at me when he removed his hand and knelt. His face was now against my cunt, his tongue inside me.

“Cum.” The mistress commanded.

I felt his teeth pull on my clitoris, and I lost it.

I came like my life depended on it. The Master’s face was soaking, and I could no longer stand. My body dangled on the device, my weight pulling on my wrists. I felt a strap get attached to my waist, and the pressure was relieved. I opened my eyes; tears soaked them. The Master grinned and was holding a washcloth. He cleaned my face and then took the warm cloth to my cunt, wiping me clean.

“Congratulations Skylar. We will see you next Tuesday. Here are your red panties. Enjoy your night.”