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We went through the routine twice in the dressing room and then I had got it: the split and the arch, and to see my partner already aroused was a sure sign to me, that our show would be fine! »Toi, toi, toi!«, Jack said to me in the end and when he gave me a kiss I was melting in his embrace: for a short moment I was the happiest girl in the world and when Tchaikovsky's classical Swan Lake theme began to play out in the Fetish Club our time had arrived to perform the pas de deux on stage, this time in the nude and without inhibitions . . .
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Fetish Club
There is no other place like the Club, where all the secret wishes come true!
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichFetish Club
Fetish Club
by Hentai Jones
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Hentai Jones:
FETISH CLUB
There is no other place like the Club,
where all the secret wishes come true!
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1 - An arousing Show
An arousing Show
Little Sally was a cute skinny brunette and she wore nothing else than a miniscule translucent white negligée when Madame Sappho brought her onto the stage, pulling her along like a pet girl on a long leash hooked up to her collar. Madame herself was only dressed in tight black leather, with knee-high boots and intricate fishnet stockings - she was the ultimate mistress with bulging buttocks, ample breasts and an iron will: she was surely not one to trifle with and she carried the black horse whip in her hand like a scepter of her unquestioned authority! She led little Sally around the stage on all her fours to show her cute naked bum to everybody, which was doomed to get punished soon for the sake of a good show, to arouse all the sadistic lesbians in the so-called Fetish Club and to give all the horny male patrons a solid erection in their noble pinstriped business trousers - this was all just a business to keep the expensive grog flowing!
Susan had invited me to the downtown club on Friday night for a few drinks and a good show, at least she had said so - we knew each other for a few weeks now and it had become pretty clear to me, that she was a rather kinky girl: she was always talking about tying me up and about spanking me, and I haven't got quite used to it by now! She had bought herself a set of pink padded handcuffs and a sleek pink leather whip from some sleazy sex shop to punish me whenever she thought that I needed a bit of motivation for my poor test results in class, which was happening much too often for my taste! Sure: I was a pretty lazy scholar and my studies of the science of sociology were an absolute disaster, I had a very naughty brother at home and an extremely jealous boyfriend at the university who were keeping my mind off the subject, and my friendship with Susan was just an added distraction! I wasn't really a lesbian, but the boys only gave me a hard time and wanted to fuck all the time, so I felt much safer in her company!
Poor little Sally was now being pulled up by her mistress in the lime light on the stage, she was being stripped and then got her wrists tied up to the chain from the ceiling - she was looking so fragile and so vulnerable in her nudity! The mistress announced, that little Sally had been a very naughty girl last night, that she had been caught masturbating on her bed, and that she would make sure today, that such selfish conduct wasn't to happen again! There were excited shouts of encouragement erupting from the tables occupied with lewd males, some of the women were clapping their hands in favour of the corporal punishment and so did my friend Susan next to me! I myself wasn't so enthusiastic about it all: I could have easily imagined myself up there on the stage, bound and naked, exposed to a hundred lusty eyes, suffering in public just to earn some pocket money to pay for my studies! I probably was a bit of a coward, but there was a curiosity inside of me, which was not to deny, and the itch in my pussy was proof of that fact!
Susan ordered a bottle of French bubbly, that was her favourite drink and I wasn't all too sure if the exorbitant price wouldn't blow her student budget to bits, but she told me not to worry about it: »Let's have some fun tonight, Jasmin, it's your birthday!« It was clearly visible, that the tiny nubile waitress was wearing nothing under her short white dress, and she certainly didn't mind to bend low over the tables to pour the drinks, just to make sure that everybody knew about it! Drinking champagne with Susan was always making me feeling quite dizzy and probably a bit horny too, possibly because she was sure, that the sparkling wine was an aphrodisiac - and of course she was constantly refilling my flute to get me drunk! She had her hand under the table to tickle my naked thigh and whispered in my ear: »Isn't it an exciting show, Jasmin, I hope it turns you on too!« She had given me a pair of tiny knickers for my birthday - those ones which barely covered the buttocks - and she had been determined that I should wear them tonight!
Little Sally had hardly any breasts yet and absolutely no hair between her legs - in a way she was looking a bit like myself when I standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror! She had the same narrow hips and the same deep dimples in her taut boyish buttocks - it was no wonder that Susan was enjoying herself to see her punished. When she suddenly asked me, if I had been masturbating last night too, I was too scared to admit to it, but my deep blush was giving me away as always: I was a lousy liar! Madame Sappho was swinging her riding crop with sheer grace and to great effect, Sally was swinging in her bondage like a doll in the wind and her buttocks were changing colours quickly: from a pale pink to a hot red! And whenever the black leather mistress was looking into the audience for approval of her performance her eyes fell right on me: they were dark and unforgiving, they made no secret out of her desire, that she would have loved to whip me too - I was her type: innocent and naive, curious but scared!
Harder and harder she was whipping until the poor girl was moaning in pain, and the mistress didn't give up until little Sally pissed herself, much to the pleasure of the audience, which was responding to her humiliation with a thundering applause! Even Susan was ecstatic and ordered another bottle of bubbly as Sally was bowing low to the enthusiastic audience, she picked up her negligée and disappeared behind the black curtain in the back of the stage - wiggling her charming redhot buttocks with expertise. For her this was possibly just a daily routine, but for me it was a completely new experience and of course her performance had aroused me too: the fact, that I had nearly pissed myself too was ample proof of that! I felt as if my puss was leaking and my birthday knickers were soaking wet, so I excused myself for a quick run to the lavatory - my friend Susan just smiled at me, she probably knew all about the way such a cruel show could stimulate the bladder: she must have been here in this weird establishment before!
There was another woman in the lavatory, repainting her lipstick in front of the mirror, she said, that I was very pretty, and if I had nothing planned after the show she would be pleased to invite me to her party - it would be a very private affair, so she was assuring me! She was patting my bum and introduced herself as Miss Mido, then she gave me her card, she said, that she would pay me very well for my time to entertain her guests for a while - and then she was gone. I had completely forgotten to ask her, what she had meant with entertaining - I surely could use a bit more pocket money than the twenty bucks my mother was forwarding to me every week, then I would be able to take out Susan one night to return the favour to her! The business card didn't reveal much about the nature of the entertainment: seemingly the noble Miss Mido was a talent recruiter for club personnel and an escort agent for special occasions, that was it - only the little illustration of a sexy bikini girl at the side shed some light onto the real purpose of her job!
