tonight was the night.....Sadie's story

Tonight was the night. The first visit to Stocks and Bonds. Sadie was still a little puzzled by the name of the club, but Steve assured her that it was a great “Scene”, good music, a decent disco and a great bar. Plus lots of interesting people to meet. He said dress code was “black”. He would be wearing a black shirt and slacks and suggested Sadie wore her new black leather mini-skirt with a black satin blouse he had bought her. The mini-skirt was a bit of an in-joke between them, following Sadie’s rebuke to Steve for staring at her mother’s leather skirt. Needless to say, it was indeed a lot shorter than Jane’s. Steve had indicated a bit of a fetish for fishnets, shared by rather a lot of men, as Sadie remarked, and Sadie was happy to go along with the idea. A pair of black lace-up boots completed her outfit for the evening, making her feel perhaps a little “tarty” but sexy at the same time. Steve had said there were a few minor details regarding the way the club worked, some “badges” as he put it, were worn to identify the participants. But he didn’t go into any more detail, and Sadie’s adventurous spirit allowed her to relax and await any surprises with happy anticipation. The Stocks and Bonds Club was being held in the cellars under one of the nearby Colleges. As they went down the stone staircase, a rather grand spiral, they could hear the thump of a serious bass line. The lighting was dimmed, pools of red accentuated the stonework around them. Turning the last corner, they were confronted by a table, almost blocking the passageway, behind which stood a striking blonde, cropped hair, all in black, wearing a studded collar. As Sadie was the first to reach the table, the girl asked, rather abruptly “Mistress or Slave”. Sadie was rather taken aback “Excuse me?” “You don’t know? You must be a slave. Turn round” Still confused, Sadie did as she was told. The blonde girl deftly wound a collar round Sadie’s neck and locked it in place. “You are her Master?” Steve nodded. The blonde girl handed Steve a leash, and clipped the other end to Sadie’s collar. Other people were arriving behind them, and they were gently pushed into the cellar. “What the hell is going on, Steve?” “Just go with the flow……” They walked on, into a bar area, where at least 30 people were standing, sitting, and as Sadie noted with some concern, kneeling. Some drinking, some chatting, and one or two saying very little, the gags in their mouths preventing such things. A large glass of red wine helped Sadie relax, take in the surroundings, and try to make some sense of it all. Whilst a little unusual, the bar seemed to be occupied by people enjoying themselves, at least, as far as she could see. Then the music stopped, briefly, and a sudden noise, followed by a muffled grunt, stood out in the silence. Sadie moved slowly to the corner of the passageway, into the next room. Forming an X shape was an almost naked girl, held in position by four chains, attached to cuffs round her ankles and wrists, from the floor and ceiling. Gagged with something stuffed into her mouth, and held there by a complicated web of leather straps, the leather flogger wrapped around her waist was held by a stocky girl, dressed in a tight cat-suit, apparently of rubber or perhaps latex. The bearer of the flogger walked slowly over to the chained girl, caressed her gently and kissed her, over the gag. Despite herself, Sadie thought it quite exciting, stimulating, even. The obvious passion over-rode the punishment and pain. She imagined herself in the same position, and thought, could I? At this moment, the girl with the flogger looked at Steve “Would your slave like to try this?” Steve looked at Sadie, saw the flare of excitement “Oh yes, I think she would” The blonde girl was unchained, and almost in a dream, Sadie found herself locked into the wrist and ankle cuffs. “I think she is a little over-dressed” said the stocky girl. “perhaps the blouse should go”. And so Sadie, now in fishnet tights, skirt, boots and black bra, was clipped onto the chains, forming the X she had seen on her arrival into the room. “You or me” said the girl. “You” said Steve, a little uncertain as to how Sadie would react. “In that case”, said the girl,” You need to show some restraint, or rather, wear some”. She grinned. The recently flogged girl appeared next to them bearing handcuffs, which she used to secure Steve’s wrists. Unresisting, he was led to the nearby wall, and the cuffs raised above him and locked to a ring set in the stone, facing Sadie. “Your first time?” said the girl, softly. Sadie whispered “Yes”. “Then perhaps this isn’t the right implement” She went over to the nearby wall, hung the flogger she had just been using back in the vacant slot, and selected another. “This might help…open your mouth” Still unsure of what was going on, but trusting the girl, who had spoken kindly. Something solid, but with a resilient surface, was placed in Sadie’s mouth, straps securing the bit gag buckled at the back of her neck. The girl stepped back, her arm raised, holding the flogger ready to strike. Sadie gasped as the horse-hairs struck, setting it on fire with a stinging pain spread all the way across her back. As her skin warmed to the flogging, Sadie found that it was not an unpleasant pain, more a strange warmth that began to turn her on. After ten strokes, gentle hands ran over her back, and the girl came round to face Sadie, unstrapped the gag and embraced her, then gave her a soft kiss, on the lips. “No longer a virgin“ Another new experience for Sadie, who smiled at the rubber-clad girl. Steve was released from his handcuffs by the blonde girl, now recovered from her severe flogging, and the two of them released Sadie from her chains. “I think we both need a drink” said Steve. “yes…..I think you are right”