Six times the cane swished through the air leaving criss cross red marks on Melissa’s flesh. She received the punishment with hardly a murmur but when I told her to stand she was biting her lip and a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks. She stood straight, eyed downcast to the floor, knowing that she had done wrong in front of company. I gave her the cane to be put back on the pegs and moved over to a chest of drawers. From the top drawer I took six clothes pins and some strong thin cord.
Standing in front of an apprehensive looking Deanne I held up the pins and cord. I motioned to Melissa to come and stand and assist me. Close inspection of the cord revealed two identical lengths of about three feet. I had attached three clothespins side by side at the end of each length of cord.
“Right Deanne and Melissa watch carefully. I am using you as a guinea pig Deanne. I have never done this before but I saw it on a BDSM video a few nights ago at Master David’s and the effect at the end was sensational.” I knelt down in front of Deanne’s shaven pussy with the clothespins in a hand while handing Melissa the free ends of the two cords. “Hold these up Melissa.”
“Yes Master.” Melissa, ever alert after the punishment, promptly took hold of the cords.
My fingers played with Deanne’s pussy playing particular attention to the labia. I pulled the left labia free and attached three clothespins to the pink flesh. Deanne moaned as each clothespin settled into place, her eyes wide as she began to understand what I was doing. Melissa held that piece of cord aside as I attached the remaining three clothespins to Deanne’s right labia. I stood and Ms Society Girl gasped with the pain the clothespins were causing as Melissa handed me the cords. I wrapped the free ends of the cords around my right hand and took up the slack. The twin lengths of cord were now tight between the clothespins and my hand.
I heard Melissa whisper “oh shit” as Deanne moaned loudly, both girls fully aware of what was to happen next.
“Ready Deanne? I asked.
“Oh my god, yes Sir,” Deanne stuttered as a shiver went through her body.
I stood motionless, slowly counting to thirty under my breath, building the tension as Deanne braced herself for the coming shock.
“Aiiiieeeeeee!” Deanne screamed as I suddenly jerked my hand back and the clothespins were yanked from her labia.
Deanne’s body arched against her bonds as an intense orgasm suddenly swept through her body. She fell back into the chair moaning and gasping for breath as multiple orgasms continued to shake her sweating torso. Her hard-nippled breasts heaved as she sucked in air and beads of perspiration fell from her brow.
“Oohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkk,” Deanne moaned as she continued to feel sharp little orgasms.
I looked at Melissa who was watching with wide eyes. “Don’t put these away, I will try them on you tomorrow,” I said as I handed the cords and pins to her.
“Yes Sir, ohhhhhh that will be wonderful,” She replied with a bright smile.
“Right Melissa, release Deanne and both of you report to the living room within ten minutes.”
“Yes Sir,” they replied in unison as I turned and strode from the room.
Naturally the two girls were kneeling, eyes to the floor at my feet within the allotted time.
“Eyes up Melissa and Deanne. Free talk time, how do you feel Deanne?”
Deanne looked at me and smiled, “Well Sir, my head is still spinning after that last effort of yours. That was the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, just amazing. It’s been a wonderful day, but it will take some time for me to come to grips with all that has happened.”
“Well just relax and let it sink in Deanne,” I replied. “It has been a very intense and emotional day for you, but one I think you will look back on with pleasure. Melissa, any comments?”
“Master it was a pleasure to assist you today and you were right to punish me. I had a great time playing Mistress but I know I still have many things to learn.”
“Melissa you will never stop learning about the lifestyle, as I constantly learn more things about different people.” I caught myself and continued, “But now is not the time for a lecture. It’s just after five o’clock, go and rest and get ready to go out for dinner at six thirty. I want you both in thongs with short skirts, tight tops and no bras, and no wig for you tonight Deanne.”
“No wig?” Deanne, “You want me to go out for dinner bald headed? No way Matt, no fucking way.”
I jumped up from my chair, grabbed Deanne and pushed her face down over the arm of the chair.
“Melissa get me a crop, quickly! Deanne you will learn not to speak to me like that. I am a reasonable and caring man but I will not take crap talk like that from you.”
Melissa placed a crop in my hand and I brought it down hard across Deanne’s arse.
“Yaaaaaah, oh no more please!”
“Crack, crack, crack, crack!” Four red marks formed across the white skin.
“Owwwwwwwww, please Sir no more, I apologize, I’m sorry, so sorry,” Deanne sobbed.
I pulled Deanne to her feet and held her by the shoulders, “Right Deanne, no wig, understand?”
Deanne nodded her agreement and I gave her a hug, signaling Melissa to join us. As we stood in a group hug I said, “Ok girls, the rest of the night will be fun, off you go and get ready, see you here at six thirty sharp, or else!”
The girls giggled and Melissa led Deanne off to her room to do all the girl things necessary for a dinner night out. I went and had a quick shower, unusually washing myself, and changed into my leather slacks and black shirt. Then I went out into the back yard and collected a couple of items that I hoped would be useful later that night.
I relaxed in the living room with a VB and was not surprised when the girls came back five minutes early.
“Wow girls, you both look stunning,” I said as I rose to my feet. I kissed Melissa and she blushed, then I kissed Deanne and said, “The bald look looks great Deanne, you will be the envy of many and nobody will recognize you, I will call you DD tonight, ok, lets go girls.”
With a sexy subbie on each of my arms we walked the short distance to The Club. From the outside it looked fairly nondescript and John the large doorman made sure that any unsuitable patrons were not admitted. He grinned in recognition while his eyes swept over my two lovely companions.
As we entered into the softly lit interior of the club I heard Deanne gasp quietly ‘oh my god’ as she saw the stage with the BDSM equipment on display. She managed to remain silent as we were shown to my usual table with all the eyes in the room on my two subbies.
We sat and I ordered drinks while the girls looked over the menu.
The girls sat quietly, their eyes downcast to the menus so I said, “Come on girls, its free speech tonight, what do you fancy Melissa?”
“Six clothespins please Master,” She replied and burst out laughing as did Deanne.
I laughed, “Tomorrow my subbie, I promise. I guess you will have your usual dinner?”
“Yes thank you Sir,” Melissa smiled, “Come on DD, the chef is excellent here, make up your mind, you must be starving.”
Deanne put the menu down, looked at me and said, “Sir, I will ask you to select for me. You have chosen so well for me today I will put my choice in your hands.”
“Thank you DD, I do think you are slowly learning what giving up control is all about.”
I waved to the red-haired waitress who came to take the order. “Hi Red, I’d like you meet DD, a friend of mine and Melissa’s.”
“Hello Master Matt, nice to meet you DD,” Red said with a smile, “May I say that your bald look is great, I’m green with envy, and I’m not the only one in the room with those feelings.”
Deanne beamed, “Thank you Red, nice to meet you too.”
“Ok, don’t carry on too much Red, the girls and I are starving. I’ll have my usual steak and my girls will have chicken pasta and salad.”
Red curtsied, “Yes Sir, I’ll get chef to go and kill the bull.” With a giggle she quickly moved out of range of my hand and went out to the kitchen.
The three of us sipped on our drinks and chatted about our day in the dungeon. Deanne kept glancing around the room, occasionally shaking her head at some of the outfits and appearance of the other diners. Many smiled at her as they caught her looking and a couple rubbed their heads and nodded their appreciation of her bald look.
“Relax DD,” I said, “I know some of these people may look a little weird but most of them are really nice people. Unlike you, ha ha, they let their hair down when they come here.” Deanne gave me a mock glare at my little joke. “They are all into BDSM in some way or another, from the novices to the hard core masochists. Like clubs of many types, the members are a great mix of personalities and from different social levels.”
“I’m fine thanks Master,” Deanne replied, “I do feel relaxed as I should after today, it’s just all new to me and so different to any club I have ever been in before. And I do like my nickname, DD, its good.”
Melissa leant over and gave Deanne a kiss on the cheek causing Deanne to blush bright red. We chatted and laughed until Red arrived with our order. Our hunger after a busy day stopped the talk as we ate the tasty meal.
“Dessert Melissa and DD?” I asked after we had completed the main course. “You can have anything from a cherry popsicle to sticky date pudding or ice cream with maple syrup. As Melissa knows my personal favorite is the Toblerone chocolate cheesecake, but this time it’s your choice. Or you can have cheese and crackers, they have a great Camembert cheese, and the Jindi Brie from Australia was voted best in the world.”
“Well I think I’ve had enough ice cold fillings for today,” Deanne said with a laugh, “I love anything sticky so I’ll try the date pudding, and no jokes about being dated please.”
Melissa and I laughed and Melissa asked Red for her favorite, the chocolate mousse. The desserts were delicious and the evening continued enjoyably for the three of us.
Deanne was great company and told Melissa and I of how she had conned the ‘lovely’ elderly judge presiding over her divorce settlement. We were roaring with laughter as Deanne described the judge’s breast fetish. “He couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts in court so when I tearfully asked to see him in private he was quick to agree. Amazingly, my blouse became unbuttoned and the judge had a real eyeful which soon became a couple of handfuls, he really was a dear!”
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