“Check us for what?”
“Dress and make-up, and it has to be right–or else.” Kate pulled a face. “Your dress should be in your locker.”
“Is that it?” Kate asked, removing the tiny garment.
“That’s it. There should be some boots as well.”
They both undressed and changed before helping each other with the zip down the back of the tight dress. Dress would be a loose description for the garment. It was more of a top. Made from burgundy coloured, silky material the dress had a neckband which buckled at the back incorporating a large silver ring at the front. A six inch ‘skirt’ below the tight waist band failed to reach far enough to cover the wearer’s sex or lower buttocks. The front panel, being accurately shaped to fit the underside of the breasts contained no covering, leaving them completely exposed. High heeled burgundy ankle boots with fitted straps and rings, and matching wrist straps completed the outfit. Looking in the full length wall mirror Kate was taken aback by the effect. The height of the heels pushed her backside out as she walked, and the tight fabric gave her a wonderful feeling of restriction, reminding her of the corsets she wore at Colonel Mason’s. The dress made her feel more naked than if she wore nothing at all. It not only made no effort to cover, it positively displayed, offered and drew attention to her breasts, buttocks and naked, smooth sex. She loved it.
“This all fits absolutely perfectly, how did they get it so right?” she asked Elizabeth.
“Weren’t you taken to Jane’s to be measured? All the stuff that’s made for you will fit perfectly. Brilliant isn’t it?” Kate was impressed and could see the purpose of the detail they went into.
As they dressed, other women started to appear and go through the same routine of preparing themselves for use. Kate noticed their lack of inhibition as the women dressed and groomed themselves in front of each other. She whispered it to Elizabeth who informed her that before long she would do more than just see the private parts of all these women. The whole experience struck Kate as unreal. Those women, who probably ranged from twenty to mid-forties, were all so polite, attractive, and well-spoken so…well…normal. As they dressed they chatted about what sort of day they’d had, their husbands and their jobs. Yet they were all there of their own free will to be used for sex and to be degraded and humiliated. She envied one young girl, not for her slim, beautiful body but her good fortune in finding an avenue for her submissive pleasure so early in life. Kate regretted her wasted years.
As the preparations came to a close, Mrs. Banks appeared. The ladies stood in a line almost like a military inspection. Most received her approval, others, like Kate, were told to apply heavier make-up.
“We’re to help with serving the evening meal in the dining area,” Elizabeth told her, “come on it’s through here.”
As soon as they entered the main rooms of the club Kate was shocked. Her expectations were formulated on the wording–member’s club. She pictured an old butler in pinstriped trousers and tails serving brandy to an old timer with a big moustache, sitting by a fire. The room would be dark and quiet, the wood panelling and heavy curtains, absorbing the whispered voices. The reality destroyed her imaginings in an instant.
The tall rooms kept the industrial look of the buildings former use–old, pointed redbrick, white painted wooden floors and exposed ornate cast iron columns. The fittings were in modern materials and colours, brown leather sofas, scrubbed wooden stools and bleached pine tables. The stainless steel bar and kitchen areas were picked out with subtle coloured lighting all very classy and reminiscent of an upmarket restaurant.
In the centre of the far wall-her hands tied to rings in the wall above her head-stood a young naked girl. Tears were running down her cheeks.
“What’s the girl doing there?” Kate whispered to Elizabeth.
“She’s to be punished later. Her master sends her here to be dealt with when he feels she deserves it. Nothing like that takes place in the dining rooms but those to be punished are put on display to let everybody know there’s to be a show. When the meals are finished she’ll be taken through to the lounge to be dealt with.”
“But she’s crying, is she alright with this?”
“If it wasn’t consensual she wouldn’t be here, she knows what’s coming and it’s not her first time.”
Waiting on the tables didn’t come easily to Kate, not that she was in any way snobby about it, she’d just had no experience. She was more used to being the one sat at the table in her evening dress, next to Richard in his suit. She had to remember what people had ordered, let the bar staff know what to add to the table’s bill, carefully carry a tray of drinks without spilling and all while being groped and fondled. One couple spent a long time debating over the wine list. While the man used his finger to roughly probe her smaller opening, the woman toyed with her clit, nearly making her loose control. The regular customers knew it was her first night and seemed eager to check out the new offering.
As the proceedings drew to a close in the dining area Mrs. Banks told her to leave the rest to the hired staff and go through to the lounge. Similarly appointed and just as impressive, the lounge areas were obviously where the main events took place. Large, ornately decorated rugs covered the floor providing a much softer look and a more practical surface. Mid-way along the main wall stood a low, raised platform. The heavy wood and leather furniture left Kate with little doubt as to its use. To her left Kate saw Elizabeth, bent forward over a low table being taken from behind. She saw other slaves carrying trays of drinks, performing oral sex or being spanked. Some were sitting with members casually chatting or being groped. Kate was surprised at how quickly she became acclimatised and accepted it as normal behaviour.
During the evening the unfortunate girl from the dining room was taken to the platform, tied between two wooden posts and severely beaten. The punishment seemed to arouse the members, both men and women who took a renewed interest in the available slaves, making repeated use of the openings on offer.
Kate took her share of the attention, having all three holes violated at the will of whoever demanded their use. It was during one such use, kneeling on the floor, backside high in the air and being roughly taken that the sight of Richard standing in the doorway brought her back to reality. How long he’d been watching she had no idea. She knew he’d be picking her up but had given no consideration to the fact that he would go in and see her like that. How would he react? She waited nervously, holding eye contact. He smiled, and winked, then continued talking to another member.
“Is she your partner?” he asked.
“She’s my wife actually,” Richard told him.
“Well you’re lucky then, she’s quite a find.”
Richard knew he was lucky. Looking over to her he thought how sexy she was in her short dress, her long slim legs on display. Earlier that evening they’d cooked and cleared away together, and later, there she was the whore for whoever desired her. She had the ability to change from perfect wife to group slave just like that. He could see the fluids running down her legs.
“Do you enjoy her being a slave, seeing her being used like this?”
“Yes I do, very much so.”
“Then you’re both lucky.”
Kate had no idea how she’d managed to marry the perfect husband. She continued to smile to herself as the person behind her frantically worked at her sore opening. She watched Richard sitting on one of the sofas, chatting to the other member as he casually observed his wife being crudely mauled by the uncaring person, and she knew he was loving it.
When the club closed, the women changed back into their own clothes and once again–to the outside world–became respectable members of society.
During the ride home Kate told him all about the club and what her duties were, relaying what had happened to the young girl.
“It was a real shock looking up and seeing you there, watching me. I didn’t know what you’d think.”
“I think in this business we both need to be capable of dealing with shocks and accepting of each other’s behaviour.”
“And you have been-accepting I mean, and I love you for it. You’re the special one not me. I suppose I’m being selfish, but you, your only decision is whether to put up with seeing me like that. You don’t choose to do things that I might object to.”
“Well, that’s true so far, but I could do.”
“Could do what?”
“Choose to do something you weren’t happy about.”
“Richard, I love you doing things to me, and making me do things, you couldn’t upset me.”
“But that’s the point; it might not be with you.”
“What do you mean, who would it be with?”
“You haven’t thought this through have you? I was there to tonight because, as the partner of a group slave I have automatic membership. I could have used any of those women in the same way that you were being used.”
The halt in the conversation seemed to last forever as Kate’s brain processed what he’d said. It was true; she hadn’t for one moment considered those implications.
“I hadn’t even thought of that, I’ve been too busy thinking of me and my needs. You’re right; they’re all available to you, aren’t they, just the same as anyone else.”
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