Gail's Club

There's curb side parking on the other side of our street, (during the day only, from October one 'till April thirtieth, for snow removal) so I didn't think anything of the car parked across from our driveway. But when I came in from the garage I heard a strange deep voice in the living room, and there was a full length black mink and a pink fur stroller jacket hanging from the hall tree. So I hang my three quarter length camel hair coat with the grey wolf collar in the closet and go to the living room.

"Ah, here's Barbara."

A handsome black man, wearing a light grey suit, pale pink shirt and dusty rose tie gets up from the couch where he and Gail were sitting.

A thin pale girl with long straight black hair is sitting on her honches with her hands clasped on her lap by the arch that separates the living room from the dining area.

"Akim, this is my wife, Barbara."

The stranger holds out his hand, palm down. Gail nods, and I kiss the back of his hand. Gail points to the girl, and I go join her.

"She seems acceptably trained." The man picks up some papers from the coffee table and folds them into his jacket's inner pocket. Then snaps his fingers. I follow the girl's lead and get to my feet.

"Come to the club at eight and I'll introduce you to the membership committee." We follow Gail and Akim to the front hall. He took the girl's pink fur from it's hanger and held it for her.

Getting a good look at her I realized she was a fair bit older, and shorter, than I thought.

At a nod from Gail, I held Akim's mink for him.

He and she shook hands. "I'll see you at eight."

As the door closed behind them, Gail put her hand on the small of my back and led me to our bedroom.

As I lifted the hem of my knee length blue print long sleeve dress and got to my knees, Gail took off her ankle length grey linen skirt. Her cock was hard and she wasn't wearing any panties.

I kissed her circumcised knob and swallowed. Her hand went to the back of my head.

'Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.'

She pushed me back. I knew what to do, and got to my hands and knees. Gail lifted the back of my dress and pulled my panties to my knees and fucked me doggy style. Her hands gripped my shoulders and she gave me a good hard fucking.

When she finished I stayed on my hands and knees until she had her skirt back on.

"Get changed, then start dinner."

"Yes Dear. Thank you Dear."

My girlfriend Julia and I sometimes went to gay bars. That's where I met Greg. When we told him we were not a couple, he asked me out.

On our second date he told me he was a cross dresser.

On our fourth date he arrived as Gail.

Soon we were living together, and in a year we married.

Now Gail's income from her patent royalties and consulting, and my income as a financial advisor is enough for Gail to stay home. Everyone just accepts us a married lesbian couple.

She'd laid out my pink frilly panties, white lace top stockings and open toe spike heel teal pumps. She'd chosen my teal stretchy, soft, body hugging mini dress. The shoulder-less style with the wide band that goes around my upper arms just below my shoulders.

After I'd finished in the kitchen, and the dishwasher was running, Gail told me to go fix my makeup.

"That red lipstick, and some blush, lots of eye shadow. I want you to look slutty for the club."

"Yes Dear." Club? What kind of club is this?

"Good girl."

Gail looked fabulous of course. Her nape of the neck grey hair style suits her. Her makeup is subtle. Her short sleeve collarless silver satin blouse has a square cut neckline that emphasized her big jiggly double 'D' implants. There's a wide white leather belt with a big gold buckle around her mid thigh length, dark grey pleated skirt. On her feet are her black suede spike heel ankle straps.

"You look beautiful Dear."

"Why, thank you Barb. You may wear your fur tonight."

"Thank you Dear."

Gail holds my collarless short sleeve yellow dyed fox fur jacket for me. The kind with the pelts sewn horizontally. Then pulls on her three quarter length golden fox fur.

We pull into a slightly worn older strip mall.

"I've something for you Barb." Gail reaches behind my seat and produces one of those recycled shopping bags. She pulls out something made of thick pink fur.

"Lift up your hair."

It's a wide collar. She secures it behind the back of my neck. It's stiff, and holds my neck straight and my head up. She clips a meter long pink leather leash to the big silver ring under my chin.

Soft light filters through the white sheers on the storefront windows. Even the glass door has sheers. In gold lettering on the door it says simply,

"COMFORT CLUB"

"Members Only"

Gail pushes the call button on the keypad.

"Welcome, come in." Akim opens the door and steps aside, ushering us in. Tonight he's wearing a light blue suit, white shirt and dark blue tie.

We enter a reception area with coat racks behind a counter and a TV monitor with a split screen view of the outside from four different angles.

We are invited to hang up our furs, then went through another curtained glass door to a nice restaurant bar.

A lady and two men looked at us, then got up from the table they were sitting at.

"This is Ms Gail Harris," said Akim, "Miss Evelyn Frank, Mr. Joyce and Mr. Bryson."

She's a tall thin lady with shoulder length straw blond hair. She took Gail's hand and kissed her cheek. "Call me 'Ev' darling. I'm the big poo-bah, the club president. Tom," she indicated Mr. Joyce,"is the treasurer. And Bill is the membership secretary."

"Bitch. Come." said Mr Joyce, and a chubby white boy in a see through pink jump suit rushed over. Through the translucent material I could clearly see his nipple rings, the chain joining them and the steel cock cage he wore.

"Take this slave to the play room and explain the rules to it."

"Yes Sir." Gail handed the boy my leash.

The room was fully equipt. Every kind of restraint, sex furniture and pain delivery device was there. At the far end of the room was a black carved wood throne with red leather upholstery. The fat boy led me to it.

"Down on your knees." He pointed at the fleece rug on the floor, than climbed the one step up and sat on the throne.

"Rule number one: You will obey any master or Mistress unless their orders conflict with your owners. Two: You will address owners as 'Sir' or 'Mam.' Three: you will never look an owner in the eye. Four: you will never speak unless ordered to. Five: You will NEVER talk about this club. Understand?"

I nodded. He climbed down from the throne.

"And you, as a slave will have no name in the club.

"Stand up."

He led me over to two females straddling a padded saw horse. They had red ball gags, and drool running down their chins. They were tied together with their arms around each other, their noses almost touching. Tears had run their makeup down their cheeks. I realized one was Master Akim's slave.

"These two bitches," the boy said with satisfaction. "were caught talking to each other." He smiled cruelly.

Then with a tug on my leash he led me over to an older man, from the look of the grey hair on his arms and legs. The man was chest town on a padded bench, his arms and lags secured with wide Velcro straps like blood pressure cuffs. He was naked except for a black leather hood over his head with flaps secured over his mouth and eyes. His balls and shrunken cock were hanging. His ass hole exposed.

"YOU, boy, come here!" Everyone from the restaurant had quietly entered the playroom before the fat boy could tell me what the man had done.

He dropped my leash and rushed over to them.

Ms. Evelyn pointed to the floor. He got to his knees. She turned her phone so he could see the screen. He began visibly shaking his head and prostrated himself.

Mr. Bryson came, took my leash, then he, Gail and I went to the foyer. "I'm sure you'll be accepted. There'll be a little induction ceremony. I'll send you an email with the details." he said as we put on our furs.

"What was that about?" I asked as we drove home.

"Huh? Oh, until I'm officially sworn in as a member I can't witness any discipline."

"No, I meant what did the fat boy do?"

"Oh, that. There is a video feed of the president's throne, and we saw him sitting on it."

"Oh."

"I think the Comfort Club is just what we've been looking for. Don't you?"

"Yes Dear." I wasn't as confident as Gail.

Gail's hand was on my thigh and I held it all the way home.

By the time we had our furs hung up my excitement and need was at a fever pitch. I took Gail's hand and led her to the couch, where I sat on her lap. I kissed her slowly and tenderly.

"Please Dear."

"Please what Barbara?"

"You know Dear."

"Say it Barbara. Tell me what you want."

"I've been bad, Dear. I need to be disciplined." God I needed it badly. it'd been more than a week. Then going to the club a seeing those two girl slaves bound and gagged, and the man with his ass exposed.

"How were you bad Barbara?"

"I, um, I spent Tuesday afternoon with Julia without your permission."

"Mm. And what did you do with her?"

"We, we went to her place and had sex."

" That's very bad. What did you do/'

"Um, we started kissing."

"Then?"

"We undressed each other.."

"What was she wearing?"

"Her white long sleeve angora cardigan and tan knee length wool pencil skirt."

"Shoes?"

"Yes, cream spike heel ankle straps."

Did you unbutton her sweater standing in front of her, or behind with your arms wrapped around like i do?"

" Behind, Dear."

"Was she wearing a bra?"

"Yes, white lace with pink flowers." I was practically shaking thinking about last Tuesday and what I saw tonight.

"Mm." Gail's hand was under my dress and rubbing my pussy through my panties. "Oh, Gail."

"Did she undress you."

"Yes, Dear." How long was this interrogation going to last?

"What were you wearing?"

"My knee length, long sleeve, red floral print dress."

"What about a bra? Were you wearing a bra?"

"My red satin and lace bra and panty set."

"Good girl. Shoes?"

"My knee high black spike heel lace up boots." God! How many more questions?

"Did you take them off, or did Julia?"

"No. She told me to leave them on."

"Mm. Sounds good. Did you fuck in her marriage bed?"

Oh for fuck sake! "No, dear, we sixty nine d on the thick fleece in front of their gas fireplace in the living room."

"Does she eat pussy as well as I do?"

" Yes, I mean no, I mean you're both very good."

"Stand up."

Finally. subservient."Yes Dear."

"Take off my belt." Gail stood and with her hands on my shoulders. I sank to my knees.

My fingers were shaking as I fumbled with the big gold buckle. I finally got it and slid the wide white leather from her skirt's loops. I held it across my hands, palms up, and presented it to Her.

"Take off your dress."

"Yes Dear." I pulled it down and laid it across the arm of the couch.

Gail set her belt down and turned me to face the front picture window.

"Hands up."

I clasped my hands on top of my head, as Gail taught me to.

Gail stood behind me and nuzzled my ear and molested my 'C' cup boobies. Her hand slid down and stroked my pussy. She walked my panties down 'till they fell to my ankles.

Oh God, oh God. It's close! Please. Please, I screamed in my mind.

Gail nuzzled my right ear. "My lovely Barbara. It's time."

She stepped away and circled around me as she palmed the big gold buckle and wrapped the white leather once around her palm.

"Kiss." She held the leather covered back of her hand to my lips.

I was shaking in anticipation. Please! Please!

Gail stroked my bare back.

"Legs straight, palms on the coffee table."

"Yes Dear."

Whap! Whap! So terrible.

Whap! Whap! So good!

Gail pulls me up. The belt falls to the floor. She envelops me in her arms.

So safe, so secure. I know she loves me. She knew what I needed.