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Chapter Ten

Gorgeous was the first word that came to Lalita's mind. Instead of the usual black walls with accents of silver, this club was decorated in Baroque style. Rich, decadent, pale cream walls with gilded scrollwork arched into a decorated domed ceiling.

Craning her neck, she examined the details of the painting overhead. Full-figured women displayed themselves in a variety of poses while cherubs whipped them. Definitely not something you would find at the Louvre.

Blondie gave them a moment to absorb it all, a pleased smile on her lips. In her latex ball gown, she blended right in. Other patrons wore outfits similar to theirs, but the majority also adopted a more formal dress--if you could call corsets that revealed a woman's breasts and latex pantaloons formal.

With a swish of her hips, Blondie led them to a dimly lit booth against the far wall. The white marble tabletop had golden manacles attached to it, and Lalita felt a shiver of apprehension.

Asher pulled her in next to him and Kent followed. The warm press of their legs against her made her squirm. This wasn't at all like the clubs she was used to. Despite the gleam of the decor, it managed to carry a much more serious tone than the playful atmosphere of other fetish parties she had attended.

"Mr. Jerry sends his love," Blondie murmured into Asher's ear loud enough for her to hear. Kent stiffened next to her and gripped her thigh. The strength of his hand brought an answering moan that she tried to choke back. Arching one delicately sculpted eyebrow, Blondie said, "I take it she's been triggered?"

Before they could answer, a mature dark-haired woman dressed in a sumptuous violet leather gown led her graceful male slave on his hands and knees to their table. On his back, perfectly balanced, lay a tray full of champagne glasses. "Refreshments?" she asked with a smile for Blondie.

"You're a darling." Blondie plucked the glasses from the tray and handed them around the table.

Lalita stared at hers, unsure what she should do. She needed the men to direct her in this and awaited their command. If she was supposed to be their well-trained slave, she was under their orders at all times. She knew at least that much from the fetish parties she attended.

Blondie stroked the slave's cheek. "It's almost showtime. Could you be a dear and make sure they have my bells ready?"

"Of course," the woman said in a pleasant voice Making a clucking sound, she tugged the slave after her and they crossed the wide marble dance floor to enter a guarded door at the back of the room.

"Can you get us in?" Asher said before taking a sip of his champagne.

"Maybe." She gave Kent an arch look as he muttered something uncomplimentary. "It depends on your little sub."

"Me?" Lalita said and fidgeted. The ache in her pussy was back, and she found it hard to focus on them. All around the room, people were doing delicious things that made her wet with need. It was nothing overt, rather small huddles of submission.

"I would like to play with her for my performance." Blondie tried to appear calm, but real hunger flickered in her eyes when she glanced at Lalita.

"No way," Kent said in a hard voice. His grip on her thigh became possessive and inched up her leg, leaving her arching her back.

Blondie rolled her eyes and toyed with a blonde curl. "I'm not going to do anything that she doesn't want me to do." Blondie examined her closer. "Strike that, nothing that you don't want me to do to her. She'll enter subspace rather quickly and lose whatever sense the trigger has left her with." People began to fill the area around the center of the room, taking seats and talking among themselves with excitement. "Look, I've been with my submissive wife, Diana, for fifteen years. I have the utmost respect for relationships, no matter how unconventional they may be. Plus, Diana will be assisting me and she'll make sure your girl is ok. Diana is very protective of the subs that come here to play and myself and everyone that works here is very protective of Diana."

Asher blew out a harsh breath through his nose. "No sex, no penetration, no heavy pain or blood."

Lifting her broad shoulders, Blondie gave Asher a narrow-eyed glare. "I've been doing this a very long time. I promise you I'll return your little sub in a better condition than when I got her. And you may learn a thing or two."

Clutching Asher's hand beneath the table, Lalita tried to inch it onto her thigh. The need was beginning to build to the point where she would lose control soon. At least if she was being restrained by Blondie, she wouldn't get them kicked out of the club. For as erotic as the play around them was, there was no outright sexual contact beyond kissing and a few fleeting caresses of exposed flesh.

Smoothing her hand down the front of her dress, Lalita took a deep breath. "Please understand I love them very much. I don't want to do anything that will harm the trust they have in me."

Standing, Blondie reached across the table and cupped Lalita’s face in her large hand. "You are a treasure." Looking from Asher to Kent, she said, "Is she allowed to come?"

"No," both men said in a tone that gave no room for argument over Lalita's protests.

Blondie laughed then, a deep chuckle that hinted at the man beneath the gown. "Fabulous." Still smiling, she left their table and sashayed toward the center of the room where a small stage draped in shimmering gold fabric was being set up. It would make her look like she stood in the center of a jewel box.

"I need," Lalita whimpered and tried to urge their hands up her thighs.

"Yes, but when you orgasm you are programmed to go into a hypnotic sleep without more sexual stimulation. We need you awake at least long enough to identify Rashid." Asher ran a soothing hand down her cheek.

"I promise when we get you to the hotel--"

"Car," she said and clutched at his hand..

Kent fought a grin, his blue eyes sparkling behind his mask. "Okay, when we get you to the car we'll take care of you."

The lights lowered until the chandeliers overhead bathed the center of the floor in a dim golden glow. An odd piece of equipment that looked like a vaulting horse was wheeled out. Blondie strode out into the spotlight amid cheers and clapping. Behind her, a curvaceous redhead in a sheer black sheath with a black latex collar carried another silver tray. The two women stopped in the circle of light and Blondie curtsied while the woman folded gracefully to her knees at her side.

Lalita studied them both. It was odd to think of the larger-than-life drag queen having a wife, but then again she was in no position to judge on what was considered normal.

Asher leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You are forbidden to come. I give you permission to ride the edge, but no orgasm."

Kent chuckled from next to her and slid his hand up her inner thigh, playing with the texture of the fishnet. Pressing her lips together, she fought back a moan. The idea of being displayed for them, being worked over by an experienced Dom, made her rigid with tension.

"If it gets to be too much, say the word ‘corduroy’." Asher's lips brushed against her ear, and she sighed at the sensation. So gentle, so soft, she could never get enough of his lips.

She was barely aware of Blondie speaking until she heard, "Tonight I have a special guest from Miami to torment with the permission of her generous masters." There was a scattering of applause and Blondie turned to their table with a wicked grin. "Oh, little sub, come play with me."

Kent scooted out and helped her up. Holding her hand, he placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles and removed her leash. Examining the strong lines of his face, she leaned into him to get a taste of his lips. From behind her, Asher swatted her bottom hard enough to sting and she yelped. The crowd laughed and yelled suggestions to her men as she approached Blondie. The noise died down and she stood before Blondie, unsure what to do.

Tapping her white lace fan in her wrist, Blondie walked around her in a circle. Lalita continued to look at her until Blondie snapped, "Eyes on the floor."

Clasping her hands in front of herself, she complied and listened to the hiss of Blondie's skirts on the marble. A warm hand lifted the back of her skirt to reveal her fishnet-covered bottom with the tiny white thong.

"Mhmm, lovely." Blondie sighed. "Pet, gag and shackle her."

The statement startled Lalita and she looked up with wide eyes. Diana grabbed her hand and said in a soft whisper, "Lower your gaze."

Nodding, she tried to keep her gaze on the floor. The pommel horse was lowered to her height and she found herself bent over it with leather straps binding her outspread wrists to the handles at the top. The cool air brushed over her exposed bottom and she shivered.

Soft hands stroked her cheeks and the smell of expensive perfume washed over her. Blondie's wife whispered into her ear, "Lalita, my name is Diana." A small red rubber ball appeared in front of her face. "My mistress is going to gag you. Since you won't be able to say your safe word, I'm going to put this ball in your hand. If it becomes too much, drop the ball and we'll stop."

"Thank you," Lalita whispered and tried to choke back a moan as Blondie's large hands ran over her exposed bottom.

Soft lips brushed her cheek as Diana whispered, "Too bad your masters won't share. I'd love to play with you." Before Lalita could think of the right answer, a white silk gag was placed in her mouth and tied behind her head. The wad of silk quickly grew damp and she found it actually helped relieve some of her tension to bite on it.

Small hands clasped her latex-clad ankles and bound them to the metal rods at the base of the pommel horse. Her chin rested on the edge of the horse and she turned her head to the side with her eyes still closed. The crowd's murmurs washed over her and she relaxed into it.

There was no panic in her heart, no unease. She knew mere steps away, Asher and Kent watched her. The thought of them stroking each other as they looked on made her pussy clench.

A warm breath brushed over her ear and Blondie said, "What are you thinking about that has your lovely cunt so wet? Your inner thighs are shiny with your cream."

Unable to answer, she turned her head and tried to make out the shapes of her men beyond the glare of the spotlight. Somewhere in that darkness Asher and Kent watched, and she could almost feel their gaze.

"Ahh, your men." Blondie stroked her cheek. "Then let's give them something to dream about." Her heels clicked on the floor as she sashayed to stand in front of Lalita.

"This naughty little girl has been forbidden her release by her masters. Shall we test her resolve?" Something rang in front of her face and she had brief glimpse of a clamp with a silver bell and beads at the end. Closing her eyes again, she shifted beneath the weight of the crowd's gaze.

The crowd roared and cheered while she shivered. Anticipation mixed with arousal to the point where she rubbed herself against the horse. The crinoline of her skirt scratched against her but brought no relief to her aching flesh.

"Hips still!" Blondie yelled and slapped her ass hard enough to bring her head up.

Gripping her hands into fists, she tried to comply. It felt so good, the hot pain radiating from her bottom to the wet heat between her legs.

Strong fingers traced up her inner thigh and tore a small hole in her fishnet over her mound. Trying to arch her back, she offered herself to the touch, knowing what the sight would do to her men.

The fingers paused for a moment to run lightly over her clit before sliding over her panties and parting her labia. Somewhat exposed, she screamed as a smooth clamp was attached to the hood of her clit. She gripped the small rubber ball hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

"I could roast a marshmallow off the heat of her pussy," Blondie said with a hint of real hunger in her voice. She grabbed Lalita's hips and shook them gently back and forth. To Lalita's astonishment, the hood of her clit rubbed against her as the little weight at the end of the clamp swayed with the movement of her hips. Her moan of despair was loud enough to be heard behind the gag. How in the world was she supposed to keep from coming when it felt like someone was tugging on her clit?

"You're so wet," a rough voice whispered in her ear. Blondie dropped the feminine falsetto and spoke in her true voice. "How I would love to sink my cock into that beautiful cunt. Since I can't have you, your little bottom is going to have to pay the price. Open your eyes."

Lalita complied and tried to focus on the white object in front of her. Blinking, she realized it was a long and thin white leather cane. It slid out of the line of her sight and down her back. Panting behind the gag, she waited for what seemed like an eternity. Every second that went by made her more anxious until her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

The first stinging lash of the cane had her jerking against her bonds. While it was just a tap, and nowhere near Blondie's full strength, it still stung. With that sharp movement, the bell between her legs chimed and she wanted to weep. There was no way she would be able to last.

Another lash brought forth an answering moan. It felt so good. Overwhelming and decadent. The whole of her world became the chiming of the bell between her legs and the smack of the crop against her bottom. Blondie worked the cane up and down her thighs and ass, hitting hard enough to sting but not doing any actual damage.

Lalita sagged against the horse, letting the shackles at her hands and feet support her weight. A heavy kind of relaxation came over her mind, lulling her despite the pain. The world began to blur around the edges, to focus down to the building heat of her body.

Harsh grunts were torn from her mouth with every hit, and shudders made the bell ring. What did she look like? How were her men responding to this? Could she hope that in the future they would be the ones wielding the cane?

"Soothe her," Blondie said in a rough sigh. Big hands smoothed over her back as Blondie leaned her elbow next to her head on the horse. Forcing her eyes open, Lalita tried to focus on her, and gasped at the feeling of a warm tongue running along her bottom through the fishnet.

After the pulse-rushing pain, the sensation of that gentle tongue came close to undoing her.

Blondie watched her carefully. "Do you like that? Do you enjoy the rasp of my wife's talented tongue on your flesh? She is very, very good at what she does." Leaning closer, Blondie whispered into her ear, "Just imagine, the tiniest fraction of space between your sloppy cunt and her mouth. What would it feel like … those soft lips sucking on you."

She tried to buck her pussy into Diana's mouth, and Blondie laughed. The redhead removed her torturous tongue and Blondie said, "Oh dear, we do have a bratty little sub here."

Lalita cried against the pommel. She would give anything, anything at all for the feeling of her men's cocks in her. The pain of her denied release stripped her of all dignity and she writhed and pulled against her bonds.

The laughter and chatter of the crowd washed over her as well as a few calls for mercy on her behalf. Dimly, a voice cut through the crowd as a group of people passed nearby. Lifting her head to try to see, the voice came again, closer now.

"Have the yacht ready by two p.m. tomorrow," Rashid said into a cell phone. "We need to be on the outskirts of the river but close enough to record it. I don't want us too close or we'll get hit by the fallout if the wind is wrong."

There, passing them now with a smirk and heading toward the exit. Instead of the dark-haired man she expected with a name like Rashid, he was a tall and very thin white man with thinning brown hair. She couldn't make out his face, or the face of the blonde woman in a black latex dress with a headband that looked oddly like floppy dog ears. Another man followed them and slapped the blonde woman's ass. He would be easy to remember. He wore what looked like a navy blue pinstripe suit made of latex.

It took a great amount of effort to surface past the throbbing pleasure of their play and the trigger. Opening her hand, she dropped the red ball and tried to convey with her eyes that she had something important to tell them.

Patting her bottom like one would pat a skittish horse, Blondie said, "Gentle now, little sub. Let the pain carry you away." Blondie passed in front of her and curtsied to the audience. "I hope we've inspired you tonight. Remember, denial is good for the soul."

Laughter and applause rang over her, but she couldn’t care less. She could smell Asher and Kent before she saw them, and their clever fingers ran over her exposed bottom, probing and seeking the indentations from the cane through her fishnet stockings.