A Natural Born Submissive (10 page)

Victor stood up behind her and reached inside the top of her blouse.  He deftly removed the clamps, to her great relief; the glands under her arms were beginning to ache.  Her nipples immediately began to tingle as the blood rushed back to them.  Victor, anticipating the soreness, rubbed them as the feeling began to return.  Alice looked around to see if anyone was watching them and realized that there was sexual activity going on all around her.  Only one older gentleman sitting at the bar was watching them.  He lifted his glass in an appreciative toast as Victor removed the nipple clamps from her blouse.  Alice flushed and looked down at the table, embarrassed, but also titillated.  How could she be both?

"Where is Katt? Victor asked, looking around.

"She hooked up with Sierra, and they headed towards the showroom."  Alice replied.

Victor's eyes narrowed.  "Let's go see what they are up to, shall we?"  He helped Alice off the stool and took her by the hand, leading her around the crowd on the dance floor.

Alice was wide-eyed at some of the scenes going on in the showroom.  Halloween had brought out strange behavior in the regulars.  One vampire had his victim hanging from wrist restraints on the wall.  Her long white-blond hair was pulled to one side of her neck and her dress had been stripped down around her waist, exposing her beautiful, small breasts.

Victor led her away towards the sounds of someone getting smacked with a paddle.  It took her a moment to recognize Katt and Sierra.  Sierra was naked and attached to a spanking bench.  Katt was paddling her with the Board of Education paddle that usually hung on the wall of strange implements.  She was giving short smart smacks to Sierra's reddened behind.  Sierra was counting the smacks and thanking her for each one.  Alice heard her groan out the current count.

"Twenty-three!  Thank you Ma'am, may I have another?"

Sierra was a tough little cookie.  Alice herself would have been in floods of tears by then.  Just her hand spanking over Victor's lap had made her cry, and that was mild compared to what was happening to Sierra.  Victor crouched down by Sierra and studied her face for a few moments.  He seemed happy with what he saw there and stood and led Alice away.

"Was something wrong?" Alice asked.

"The possibility for abuse is high in the BDSM world.  As far as I know, Katt is a brand new Domme.  I started this club to have a safe place to play.  Our subs' welfare is my top concern."

He stopped a big burly fellow walking by, dressed in leather.

"Leo, go supervise Area Three in the showroom.  There's a brand new Domme there," Victor ordered.  Leo nodded and headed towards Katt and Sierra.

"Is Leo a Dom, too?"

"Yes, but tonight he is serving as dungeon master.  It's his job to enforce the safety regulations," Victor explained.

Alice looked at Victor with concern.  Did he really think that Katt might go too far with Sierra?  Before she could ask him, he led her into a darkened hallway past the restrooms until they came to the end of the hall.  Victor lifted a set of keys that were attached to the sash around his waist.  For the first time, Alice realized that there was a door at the end of the hall.  She looked at Victor, puzzled.  He shook his head at her and put a finger to her lips, hushing her.  He looked around and then unlocked the door and they went inside, locking the door behind them.

Chapter Seven

"This is the way to the Voyeur Area," Victor said, as he led her through the door.  "The Beaten Path is a private club, although we allow non-members entrance to see the shows.  Only Level Two and Three members have the key to the rest of the club."

There was a staircase behind the door.  Once he'd locked it behind him, the sounds of the party began to fade away.  As they climbed the stairs towards the second floor, Alice could make out other sounds—the whisper of flogging, the smacks of a paddle, strong voices giving commands, weaker voices crying out and pleading for mercy.  Victor led her down a long hallway.  Along the way they passed rooms sporting various décor or themes. Victor paused at each one to allow Alice to look inside.

The first room they came to looked like a classroom.  Inside was a nun smacking the bottom of a schoolgirl with a ruler as the priest Alice had seen earlier stood by, watching.  As Alice looked closer, she realized the nun was a man and the schoolgirl was a woman dressed as a young girl, with pigtails, a white blouse and pleated skirt, knee socks, and saddle shoes.  The skirt was flipped up, exposing her white panties.  As the nun scolded the girl and smacked her with the ruler, the girl begged for mercy.  The nun stopped, reached over, and lowered the white panties as the girl begged her.  She resumed smacking the girl with the ruler on her bare backside.  Alice grinned, watching the action.  Compared to what was going on downstairs, this was pretty tame stuff, but still stimulating.

The next room looked like a doctor's office.  There was a naked woman lying on the exam table, and the doctor and nurse Alice had seen downstairs were working on her. Alice gasped; the woman's legs were in stirrups.  The way the table was angled, anyone standing at the door could see everything.  The nurse was taking her temperature rectally.  She removed the thermometer and the doctor inserted a speculum into the woman's vagina.  Alice turned away; the scene was a little too clinical for her.

Another room looked like the inside of a horse's stall.  There was a young woman there in full pony regalia.  She was on her knees, hands bound behind her, drinking from a trough.  Her handler was stroking her haunches, and as he murmured to her, she whinnied and shook her head, splashing him with water.  He lifted her tail and spanked her with a riding crop a few times, urging her to settle down.  Something about the whole pony scene fascinated Alice.  The pony looked so uncomfortable but so beautiful.  Her waist was tiny and her exposed breasts were huge.

Across the hall was a padded room.  Here there were two woman dressed all in leather.  Between them was a hooded third person in a gimp suit and a tightly-fitted hood.  Alice shook her head; she couldn't figure out the fascination with leather.  She'd been driving the girls to swim class once when a motorcycle had passed. The drive had been a leather-clad woman, and something about her edgy appearance had struck a chord in Alice.  Perhaps she understood more about the fascination with leather than she realized.

Victor reached an empty room at the end of the hall.  Alice peered inside.  There was a scroll hanging on the wall that read, "Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here" in Olde English script.  She looked around.  The room was clearly done up to look like the captain's quarters on a ship.  There was a porthole window and a lot of antique furniture, including a large bed and treasure chest that had gold coins and jewels spilling out of it.  Victor led her inside, and she stood there staring at him in awe.  He fit right in.  He led her to a mirror and stood behind her, letting her take it all in.  She fit right in, as well.

She watched Victor as he walked over to the wall to a hook holding a black-hooded cape.  "We are home!" he announced, donning the cape.  Alice realized she'd seen him wear that cape once before.  It was when he'd done the caning scene with Roxanne, the pain slut the night they'd filmed at the club.  Alice's eyes grew wide and her knees weak as she realized that they must be about to do a scene, right here and now.

Something about it all—the setting and the Halloween atmosphere—made her feel playful and sexy.  She felt disguised enough by her apparel and heavy makeup to step outside her naturally reserved persona.  But then she realized that people were gathering at the doorway, peering inside.  She gave a start as Victor began talking like a pirate.

"Come here, me beauty," he growled at her.  "Smartly, lass!"

"Aye, aye captain," was all Alice could think to say.  She walked slowly towards him as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Right over, ye naughty wench!" Victor ordered, patting his lap.  Alice looked back at him.  Was he serious?  He wanted her to lie over his lap?  Victor reached up and grabbed her upper right arm and led her around to his right side.  He pulled her down over his lap so that her bottom was facing the doorway.  Before she had time to react, he flipped up her pirate skirt.  Her bare bottom, framed by the garter belt holding up fishnet stockings, was now exposed to the spectators.  Alice flushed crimson from top to toe.

He began to spank her before she could formulate a thought.  She braced herself, trying to receive her public spanking with as much dignity as possible.  Then she realized that it would be much more entertaining to the onlookers if she acted like she was truly a cockney wench.  She grinned at the ground, glad that no one could see her face, and began to wriggle about, crying out loudly, "Captain, oh captain, please sire, please forgive me, won't ye?  I didna' mean to be so very naughty."

Victor continued to spank away while berating his naughty wench for not servicing him quickly enough.  Alice continued to kick her feet and wiggle and screech.  She heard their audience begin to chuckle.  She snuck a peek over her shoulder up at Victor, who was struggling not to grin as well.  Suddenly he released her and she scrambled off his lap and knelt between his thighs.

"Please me Lord, let me service ye.  I can be a good girl, I can," she said, as sexily as possible, trying to think of something pirate-sounding to say.  Then inspiration struck.  "Let me search for yer buried treasure."  The people in the doorway laughed at this.  Victor's eyes were twinkling merrily at her, clearly pleased that she was willing to go further with the scene.  She reached inside his pantaloons and rummaged around for his precious jewels.

"Aye, ye naughty vixen," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back.  "Prove yer worth, ye wee harlot, afore I make ye walk the plank and become food for the fishies."

Alice reached for Victor's engorged penis.  She looked up into his eyes and he nodded, giving his unspoken permission to expose him.  She smiled up at him and licked her lips, feeling like a cat pursuing a bowl of milk.

"Aye Master, show us your buried treasure, then."  She lifted his elegant rod out of his pantaloons and the spectators grew silent.  Victor really was a beautiful man.  Alice leaned forward and began to lick him from the base of his lengthy penis to the very tip, keeping her eyes submissively on his.

The irony of the situation struck her.  This was first time they were doing this intimate act, and it was before a crowd of onlookers.  She could see out of the corner of her eye that there were quite a few people gathering in the doorway by now, probably enjoying seeing Victor exposed to them.  Realizing that she had people judging her skill, she bent to her task and began to really work.  She was giving a man a blowjob in public!  The enormity of it almost made her hesitate.

God knows, she'd done this enough in her life.  If Ray had had his way, it's all they would have done.  With him, it had been a chore, but with the exquisite Victor, it was a joy.  She swirled her tongue around and flicked along the vein under the head.  She peeked up at Victor to see how he was doing.  His eyes were wide open and he was clutching the edge of the bed.  He lifted his hand and placed it on the back of her head.  As she watched, he closed his eyes and began to move into her mouth.  She started to fondle his sack and then stroke him as she attempted to take him deeper down her throat.  Victor began to moan, really getting in to it.  After a few more minutes of licking and pumping and savoring the taste of him, she felt him imperceptibly stiffen and he whispered, "I'm close.  Stop now."

She stopped obediently, following her master's orders.  Victor quickly slipped a condom over himself with one hand, an amazing feat.  He growled and turned her so she was facing away from him.  He knelt behind her and flipped her skirt back up over her haunches and entered her from behind.  Alice gasped; she was so wet that he slid right in.  She was having sex in public!  Her face flamed red and she tilted down, hiding her face in her arms, her bottom up against Victor's pelvis.  This seemed to increase her master's ardor and he pounded in to her even harder.

"Take me Master!  Take me hard!" she cried out.  Finally he cried out and came. He held position up against her as the crowd, realizing that the show was over, began to disperse, looking to see what was going on in the other rooms.

Victor patted his little sub's haunches.  He rose and shut the door and locked it, then walked to a receptacle under the mirror and disposed of the condom.  He came back and looked down at Alice, who still had her face buried in her arms.  He knelt beside her and stroked her back.  "Are you all right?" he asked, kindly.  Alice rose up, and he was relieved to see that she was smiling.

"I'm fine, really.  A little embarrassed, but all in all it was great fun," she said.

Victor rose and held out his hand, helping her up.  He led her to the bed, sat down upon it, and pulled her down on his lap.  She tucked her head under his chin and held his free hand.

"Should I have warned you that I was planning to do this?" he asked.  Alice thought about it for a moment.  If she'd known, she probably would have worked herself into a complete panic.

"No, Sir.  It was perfect.  I didn't have a chance to worry about it.  It just happened.  Of course, being in disguise in this costume helped immensely, you know."

"Yes, I know.  That is why I chose this evening for your first scene."

Alice lay against him, thinking about it.  She would soon be doing scenes in which she would be very exposed to a variety of strangers.  She felt a cold clenching in her belly.  Is that really what she wanted?

"What is it?  What are you thinking?" he asked, feeling her tense, insisting that she talk to him.

"I—I  don't know what I feel about this," Alice whispered.  "On one hand, I love being with you.  You are beautiful, and you excite me more than any other man.  But on the other hand, the whole BDSM scene—that's something else entirely. Is it really necessary?"

"It is," Victor answered, without hesitation.  Alice pulled back and sat up straight, looking into his eyes.  "As the trust between us builds, so will your passion.  The depth of your passion is tied to your submissiveness.  Only by tapping into that can we reach your full potential.  Imagine it Alice, imagine how it can be between us.  You will eventually experience a love you can only imagine."