This is a continuation of my previous post Blindfold - retold - Part 1
He heard men and women come and go within the changing rooms, the sight of a naked and blindfolded man in the club was not common though it was not unexpected to see in a club which catered for the desires and fantasies of its members. He knew that no one would approach him with the exception of his mistress or one that had been instructed. The complete act of submission was to place the trust in another to protect and care for you. The club has plenty of people who liked to watch and take part but it was considered rude to interrupt another persons play space or fun without permission, which was no to say that one or two would be untutored in this aspect. He felt his erection subsiding and despite the temperature of the club being maintained at a more than comfortable level the butterflies in his stomach and the simple plain nakedness of his position caused goose pimples to stir on his arms and legs. He could feel the air move as people walked or moved past he heard the conversations around him as he stood and waited in that blindfold . He waited for what seemed to be more than three minutes, he had been counting to himself and was already past 400 seconds when he heard a new voice , a girls voice, by his ear “Mistress Tina says you are to come with me” and a hand , soft, gentle with delicate fingers curves around his wrist and pulls him gently along with her , she slides her hand over his forearm to reach up under his elbow and pulls him towards her “stay close I will make sure no one steps on your toes” as she pulls him along with her. He goes to thank her when she whispers “oh MIstress Tina said you to only speak when she says you may” and he nods his understanding. The unknown girl leads him back into the noise and the heat of the club. He can feel people jostle and move around him and he is guessing by counting his foot steps that they are heading down away from the bar to a separate lower area of the club, He hears the whip and crack of the mistress attending to her slave at the cross and as they step down into the larger play area he can hear the sounds of the wall projected cinema playing its usual garish pink flourish of porn. The Slap and shake of wet cocks and cunts and the over large pouting lips of porn stars as they parade their way through the set pieces of adult entertainment are diminished by the Beat of the DJ from the adjoining area.
They come to a stop and he can feel himself being pulled into a small group of people who chatting and talking and are apparently well acquainted to each other, with the blindfold he cannot know if he knows these people although from what he has seen of Mistress Tina she tends towards a similar group of friends and lovers . A plastic bottle is pressed into his hand and he hears a voice “its water “ he feels for the lid and untwisting to open the bottle he puts it to his lips and sips the chill liquid another hand , possibly the same, pulls the bottle from him “I’ll take this and look after it for you”. He can feel a hand stroking his arse as he stands and waits until spoken to occasionally a shoulder brushes his own or hip brushes against his hands. At one point a hand moves and places his own hand to stroke an an backside which feels petit, tight , small and delicously curved andis covered by a smooth, he would guess silken, fabric that feels lacy as it dips round to underneath the cheeks. Fingernails caress his shoulder blades and yet conversations carry on around him as if he is not there and the caressing of bodies was utterly mundane. The conversation ranges through familiar topics of the weeks events and news. conversations around fetish events at the club or regarding people being arse holes on websites. Time wasters and jerks make up a better portion of that conversation with men and women agreeing that at the very least the club reduces the problem of time wasting. At that last comment he can feel a hand and fingers slide down his arse pushing him open , he shifts his legs to accommodate and feels his erection tilt forward and brush anothers hand.
He can feel breath on his ear and then a voice which belongs to his mistresses says “Tonight your a thing, my plaything and my toy , you are here for the pleasure of those who want you but you are not to lift your hand to touch or play , even with yourself, your safe word is apricot and I promise you I understand your boundaries in this fantasy . Are we agreed.” He nods his agreement then waits. Hands, clearly not his mistresses are now fondling his cock and he can feel himself growing harder the pulse of his body tensing against the restraining fingers that surround his cock “Oh dear, he is excitable “ a womans voice proclaims and a finger swipes at the tip of his cock presumably that same finger is then placed on his lips rubbing his precum across his lower lip waiting for him to taste . His tongue flicks out across the salty liquid and the finger presses against his lip “lick clean now” says another voice not the womans. The finger feels rough and broad no hint of long nails and he can just make out a hushed intake and giggle as his tongue curls around the finger licking it clean. “Excellent!” Mistress Tina can be heard to say” I think tonight will be delightful for everyone concerned.” And he hears the enthusiasm in her voice.
He thinks back to when they first met at the club. She had seemed aloof and stand offish and despite having seen and known about each other from several fetish evenings they had never talked. “You never play, you never dress up” she said interrupting his reverie of a beautiful french couple who were at the time naked and fucking on the single white sofa in the bar area. The slim french girl skin white and freckled with her red hair which flowed over her cheeks that puckered inwards as she sucked each new cock offered to her by the horde of eager men who pumped and urged for their cocks to be chosen for her mouth. “Sorry pardon ?” he turned to listen “I said you never seem to play; not more than vanilla “ He swivels on the barstool to talk to her. That night she wore a creme blouse and tight riding trousers with the same thigh high boots , A riding crop rested in her hands. “I think I would look silly dressed up” he replies, he is right he knows he is no 6ft tall muscled adonis and he isnt exactly whip thin or girlish. His thick black hair , greying at the temples, seems to cover his arms and legs and chest in rough curls that hide his lack of outdoor life. “How about naked, maybe a collar” she prompts . “Sure , “ he conceded “but its a bit boring isnt it, unless your doing it as a request.” , she looks at him her eyes now catching his and he suddenly feels her whole attention turned towards him “okay , go get naked” she demands and he laughs at the bluntness of the suggestion then stops as she looks at him with no hint of humour in her eyes . “I dont think I could just do that . I dont know why you would want to just be naked and be a thing. If I am going to submit then I want to submit to someone who wants me as me. To submit because I can just submit. Actually none of that makes sense its probably all bollocks”. She steps closer to him and he can smell her perfume aand despite the noise as she leans in and whispers he can hear every word edged with the hint of sensuality, “John, I have watched you, I know you enjoy sex and I know you have an imagination. Tell me more about what you want”. So that night began it was the first night he learnt about Tina, Mistress Tina as she liked to be known. She learnt about him and his impulses, desires, fantasies. They talked about what drove him to come to the club and why he enjoyed watching people fucking, what he felt about submission what he felt about domminance. They talked for most of the evening as drinks passed lips and people swapped and fucked and whipped and came , they talked. He hadnt felt more turned on by one persons attention in a very long time.
Now here he was, naked, submitting to a person who knew what he was submitting for. That person was helping him to experience that submission and that fantasy. All he could do was listen and feel as more hands stroked at his shoulders or arse. Occasionally his cock was grabbed and pulled gently squeezing him as a tongue pushed or licked against his slit and hands rough or smooth, and he couldnt tell which, would hold his hips steady.
“I think we should go get a more private room” he heard Mistress Tina suggest. Despite the mix of men and women ,single and couples at the club. Some people preferred to play in privacy whilst others felt more comfortable in the presence of closer friends. He felt a hand take his shoulder firmly from behind and a voice , male this time, said “I’ll push you where you need to go.” And if he had to guess that would be his Mistresses Husband. He wasn't sure how many were in their little retinue as they moved back up the steps and into the club. He could feel the doors opening to the outside as the walked down the long walkway to the collection of playrooms and dungeon equipment which made up the separate part of the club. The air was cold and he could here a few complaints from their party as they quickened their step. He shivered as the air rushed over his skin and he hoped that his Mistress would not decide to hold the party out here. He heard a door creak open and the sounds of the play rooms echoed through the quiet passageway which separated playrooms and glory holes. The loud and appreciative groans of at least one occupant could be heard . He always marvelled at how voices were muted , almost reverent, as if people felt they were in a church and their bodies were the physical offerings to the rooms, every gasp and bodily convulsion was a tribute to the need for desire.
He felt the group in enter a room and a door closed. He was lead to a chair and the back of his knees feeling the edge of the seat confirmed that he was to sit down as hands pushed him back and down. As he sat it felt unusual not a proper chair some despite the back and head rest. He heard his Mistresses voice as she whispered “its the queening chair, we would not want to stop access for the night would we ?” . He thought back to what he could remember of the rooms the chair would be dark wood with leather padding for cushions and back the seat was mostly missing and open exposing his groin and arse to the air beneath. He could feel the gap of the chair under his legs as hands pulled his knees apart exposing and opening him. His Mistress said “thats better”. He could feel her presence by his ear and her voice commanded attention for all in the room “Now, my lovely little slave here is to do nothing but sit and listen and keep his arms at his side, if you want to play with him you need to move him, you need to use him you need to let him know what you need , other than that .” And then silence as I heard her step back and the sounds of couples kissing and sighing as around him the room became a panorama of the sounds of sex.
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