“I feel horribly naked, Sir. May I put on my clothes?” Nancy asked politely.
“Okay. I like modesty in a sub, but don’t overdo it. Skirt and blouse only,” he said, unfastening her cuffs.
Nancy slipped the plain white sleeveless blouse over her shoulders and fastened the four buttons down the front, and then she stepped into the short blue skirt, pulled it up over the bottom of the blouse and fastened it with the zipper on the side. She pushed her bare feet into her black heels, hoping Master wouldn’t object.
Arnold led Nancy to the refreshment table. She was dipping a tortilla chip into the guacamole, when a striking blond woman in her 30s moved uncomfortably close to Nancy. She wore a short black skirt and a tight black bodice that emphasized her ample breasts. Nancy shivered when she saw the ominous crop hanging from her belt, like most of the other Dommes. It had a leather handle at the top and a leather tongue about two inches square at the bottom, joined by a thin, somewhat flexible, rod about two feet long. It was totally black making it all the more menacing.
“I’m Mistress Donna,” she said, lightly stroking Nancy’s cheek. “I’ve been watching you for a while. You’re a good sub, and very attractive as well. You’re bi, of course?”
Nancy shook her head, No.
“A submissive girl has to be bi! Would you like a little training?”
“No, thank you, Ma’am.”
“Then maybe you’d rather have a big black cock.”
Nancy was shaking her head emphatically, No, as Mistress Donna motioned to a black man standing nearby. He was barefoot and naked except for collar, cuffs and a tight pair of pink women’s panties, obscenely distorted by his masculine parts. He bowed to Mistress Donna, saying “At your service, Mistress.”
“Take off your panties and show slave Nancy your big black cock.” Mistress Donna ordered, and he obediently slid the tight panties down his legs and pushed them away with his foot. Nancy was surprised at the size of the limp penis hanging between his legs. Mistress Donna grasped the tip of the penis with her fingers and slid the foreskin in and out. Slowly the penis grew in size and soon it was sticking straight out, larger by far than any that Nancy had ever seen.
“Well, look at the white slave gazing passionately at the big black cock. We’ll have fun with that.” Mistress Donna pulled Nancy’s wrists together and started to fasten the cuffs.
“No, please… Master Arnold said I could have a break,” Nancy exclaimed, jerking her hands away.
“Well, we’ll see about that. Where’s your Master?”
Nancy pointed, and Mistress Donna went over, grasped Arnold’s arm and pulled him away from the table. Nancy watched the animated conversation, whishing she could hear.
Soon Arnold drew Nancy aside and said, “Mistress Donna complained that you insulted her. What’s the problem?”
“She wanted a lesbian scene, and then she brought in a black man. I don’t do les and I don’t do black.”
“Really? What’s wrong with les and black?”
“Well, I’m heterosexual, as you well know, and I grew up in Alabama.”
“I didn’t realize you were so prejudiced. You should be open to new experiences.”
“I’m not prejudiced, and I do like new experiences. I just don’t want to make love with a woman and a black man.”
“Well, in that case, this may do you some good. Turn around.”
As she slowly turned around he pulled her wrists behind her back and fastened the cuffs.
“Let’s give it a try. I won’t be far away,” he said, motioning to Mistress Donna.
“Nancy has reconsidered and will accept your generous offer.” He said when Mistress Donna arrived. He turned to Nancy and said, “Tell the good Mistress you are sorry for insulting her and that you will be happy to submit to her wishes.”
Nancy looked at the floor feeling dispirited and betrayed. “I’m sorry I offended you,” she mumbled.
“Don’t worry. I know how to handle insolent slaves. To start with, I want them naked.”
She quickly opened the buttons on Nancy’s blouse and pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms and then she tied a short rope around Nancy’s arms, opened the cuffs and pulled the blouse off. She refastened the cuffs and removed the rope. She opened the zipper of Nancy’s skirt and let it fall around her ankles. She knelt, removed Nancy’s shoes and pushed the skirt away. Next she pulled the black man next to Nancy, pushed one of his arms between Nancy’s arms and then fastened his cuffs together behind his back. After some trial and error they stood side by side with elbows interlocked.
Mistress Donna stood back to appraise her handiwork and then she put her finger through the ring on the black man’s collar and pulled him forward as Nancy struggled to keep up. She led the two entwined captives to a large couch against the wall. Arnold picked up Nancy’s clothes and followed along.
Mistress Donna unfastened the black man’s cuffs, pulled his arm from between Nancy’s, fastened his cuffs again behind his back and told him to sit on the couch. And then she stepped closer to Nancy who backed away. She grabbed Nancy’s arms and pulled her close. Nancy trembled as she felt Donna’s ample breasts press against hers, and then Donna kissed her, pushing her tongue between Nancy’s lips and against the clinched teeth. Donna stepped back and slapped Nancy hard on the face.
“Repeat after me, slave! ‘A slave responds to a Mistress’s kiss with passion.’”
Nancy just looked at her, shaking her head, No.
“You won’t like the way I discipline disobedient slaves. Now say it!”
“A slave responds with passion” Nancy muttered.
“I couldn’t hear that. Say it again, louder.”
“A slave responds with passion” Nancy bellowed.
“I think you need to meet my trusty persuader,” Mistress Donna took the crop from her belt and teased Nancy’s nipples with the tip. “She floats like a butterfly.” Nancy felt her nipples responding to the tantalizing touch. “And she stings like a bee.” Mistress Donna swung the crop hard against the side of Nancy’s breast, making her hiss through her teeth. “Now let’s see if you’ve learned to ‘respond with passion.’”
Mistress Donna embraced Nancy tightly, pressing their breasts together, and gave her a prolonged French kiss. Nancy’s brain felt revulsion, but her body responded with erotic fervor, and her tongue, on its own, returned the invasive kiss.
“That’s much better,” Mistress Donna said, pulling away, “but you need to learn humility, obedience and respect. Now kiss my shoe.”
Nancy’s was overwhelmed with embarrassment, degradation and chagrin as she slowly lowered one knee and then the other to the floor and bent forward to kiss the shiny black pump. She heard a loud slap and felt a burst of pain on her hip, as the crop found its target.
“I said kiss it, slave! That means use your tongue, get it clean, make it wet.” Mistress Donna bellowed, and Nancy squirmed as the crop smacked her buttock.
Nancy licked the smooth shoe tasting the polish, feeling the dust with her tongue, and then there was another flash of pain on her hip.
“Clean them both, slave. I want ‘em gleaming.”
Nancy continued to lick the two shoes, but each time she slowed to catch her breath the crop struck a different spot on her exposed bare skin.
“Suck the heel, slave. You’re going to need the practice.” Mistress Dona ordered. She sat on the couch next to the black man and held the spike heel of her pump up to Nancy’s face. With humiliation twisting Nancy’s stomach into a tight knot, she sucked the heel and continued to lick the shoes for another minute, which seemed like an hour to Nancy, and then the crop smacked the side of her breast.
“That’s enough on my shoes, but the black slave has dirty toes. I want the white slave to get ‘em clean.”
Nancy moved over and gingerly kissed the black man’s big toe and the crop again slapped her breast.
“That’s not a kiss!” Mistress Donna snarled. “Lick between the toes. Get that toe all the way in your mouth.”
Overwhelmed with degradation, embarrassment and humiliation, Nancy managed to do as she was told, encouraged from time to time by the vicious crop that seemed adept at finding tender spots. Provoked by the crop, she eventually pushed her tongue into all eight spaces between the toes and sucked all ten black toes into her mouth.
“Up on your knees, slave!” Mistress Donna ordered, and Nancy obeyed, her muscles tense from leaning forward so long. She noticed for the first time that a group of observers had gathered around, which greatly magnified her degradation.
“Black slave has had enough fun. Now that you’ve had practice licking, we can put it to better use.” She slipped forward on the couch and pulled her short skirt up, flaunting her naked pussy. With taps of the crop she directed Nancy between her wide-spread legs. “Make me cum, slave!”
Nancy stared at the obscenely displayed female sex with an odd blend of fascination and revulsion. Mistress Donna entwined a hand in Nancy’s hair and guided her face down between her legs. Nancy struggled against the cuffs that cruelly frustrated every attempt to resist. Soon her mouth was tightly pressed against the wet labia. She knew the anatomy, which helped her find the clitoris with her tongue.
“Yes, yes. More, more.” Mistress Donna moaned, painfully pulling Nancy’s hair, and then Nancy felt the stinging bite of a crop that Mistress Donna swung with her free hand.
Responding to repeated smacks of the crop, Nancy vigorously massaged the clitoris with her tongue.
Mistress Donna moaned as her hips swiveled. Her hand in Nancy’s hair pressed her face hard into the soggy crotch. Overwhelmed with unrecognizable emotion, Nancy moved her lips and tongue in a desperate attempt to reach the end. Finally, Mistress Donna’s hips trembled and rose. She arched her back and moaned loudly and then she collapsed on the couch letting go of Nancy’s hair. Nancy straightened up on her knees, and heard scattered applause from the observers.
“Stand up black slave. Stay on your knees white slave,” Mistress Donna said after a while as she got up from the couch.
Mistress Donna stuck a finger through the ring of the black man’s collar and led him to a section of the wall that had a long, unpainted 2X4 board attached horizontally at about waist height. She pressed the link between his cuffs into one of the brackets that were spaced about three feet apart along the board and it snapped shut holding him in place. Then she tied a length of string around each of his legs just above the knee.
“Crawl over here, white slave, and kneel in front of black slave.” Mistress Donna ordered.
Nancy crawled on her knees and stopped in front of the black man. Mistress Donna attached a clover clamp to each of Nancy’s nipples, and she squirmed with the sudden pressure. Directed by the crop, Nancy placed herself kneeling in front of the black man with her face close to his partially erect penis. Mistress Donna tied the strings from the black man’s legs to the clover clamps on Nancy’s nipples, carefully adjusting the length to hold Nancy in position, her face near the black penis.
“Here are the rules for our little game,” Mistress Donna said, speaking mainly to the observers. “The black slave is forbidden to cum. If he does, he will be punished. The white slave is required to keep the black slave’s cock hard and erect. If it starts to sag, she will feel the crop.”
“What if she pulls the clamps off?” a female voice asked.
“Not to worry. The clover clamps have serrated teeth and they just bite harder when they’re pulled. She can’t pull ‘em off.” Mistress Donna explained. “Now get it up, slave,” she ordered as the crop smacked Nancy’s buttock.
Nancy fondled the partially erect penis with her nose and it slowly began to grow.
“Suck it, slave!” Nancy’s buttock again felt the kiss of the crop.
Nancy took the penis in her mouth and it swiftly became stiff and hard. She pulled her head back, astonished at its size. The erect penis tried to follow her lips, and she leaned back boosting the pain in her nipples. Mistress Donna slid the crop gently down Nancy’s back, making her shiver. She dragged it through the crevice between Nancy’s buttocks and guided it up and down the inside of her thighs tapping lightly to coax the knees further apart. Mistress Dona kneeled beside Nancy and lightly stroked her belly with the tips of her fingers, and then with her fingernails before sliding it between her legs. Cuffs and clamps frustrated Nancy’s impulse to avoid the feminine touch, but her body responded to the tantalizing touch. Mistress Donna skillfully teased the clitoris. Nancy’s hips moved in response and she felt herself getting wet.
From time to time the penis began to sag and Nancy found that it would respond to light teasing with her nose and lips. In this way she kept it erect and avoided touching it most of the time by leaning back and turning her head. The black man was becoming more aroused, however, and his penis was ever more persistent in seeking contact. Suddenly, a heavy stream of semen squirted onto her face. The copious, viscous fluid slowly oozed down her cheeks to her chin and dribbled onto her breasts.
“Lick it off your lips and swallow, slave.” Mistress Donna commanded as she released the clover clamps and then she said, “Oh naughty girl! You’ve let some drop on the floor. Now get down there and lick it up. Swallow every drop.” The vicious crop smacked against Nancy’s left breast just below the aching nipple, and she hissed between her teeth with the sudden pain.
Nancy bent forward and began to lick the semen off the floor, encouraged by the crop, but her task was prolonged as more dripped from her face. Mistress Donna continued to goad her with the crop.
“Artichoke!” Nancy yelled, invoking the safeword.
Mistress Donna stepped back and Arnold rushed to Nancy’s side and released her wrist cuffs.
“Are you alright?” he asked tenderly, putting an arm around her shoulders.
“I think I’ll survive, Sir.”
He led her to the couch and helped her lie down. He examined the plethora of crop marks on her skin with his fingers.
“These don’t look too bad, but I know they hurt at the time. Where is the pain now?” His touch was gentle and his voice comforting.
“The pain is where you can’t see it, Sir. It’s humiliation, embarrassment, degradation.”
Mistress Karen tapped Nancy on the shoulder.
“I hear you used the safeword, Nancy.” Mistress Karen said accusingly.
“I’m sorry, but the club has a firm rule. If you use the safeword, you have to leave the party.”
Arnold said, “That seems a little severe, Karen.”
“It is, but we have to have it. We had subs using the safeword whenever the going got a little tough, and they would just keep doing it. With this rule we don’t get much frivolous safe-wording any more. I have seen that Nancy has been a fine sub, and I’m sure her safeword was needed, but the Board doesn’t allow any exceptions.”
“Then I guess we’ll be on our way. It’s been good seeing you again, Karen.” Arnold helped Nancy off the couch and lent a hand as she put on her clothes.