Gail's Club Pt. 02

Gail looked magnificently strict and gorgeous. Her silver hair was pulled back in a tight bun without a single hair out of place. Her maroon lips and nails were so beautifully severe. Her white silk, full sleeve, square neckline blouse displayed the three row gold chain necklace that held the keys to my restraints nestled in her generous cleavage. Her gold pendulum earrings held golden diamonds on fine golden chains. Her full ankle length soft black leather skirt said 'power'.

I was still wearing the red knee length long sleeve dress I'd worn this morning when we went grocery shopping.

Gail took my tablet from me with her right hand and gently pulled me up from the couch with her left. "It's time to change for the party."

With lots of touching and stroking Gail undressed me in the bedroom we'd converted to a dressing room.

"I think this'll make a good first impression." She hands me the bikini top with the thick soft grey fur cups. As I was doing that, she was lubing up the ball of my anal hook.

"Uh." I whimpered as she pushed it into my rectum.

"Sh, Barb," She whispered, "here's the bottom." and handed me my fur bikini bottom.

As I pulled it on Gail picked up my wide grey fur collar with the stiff armature. I lifted me hair off my neck. I now keep my shoulder length black hair in a straight style with bangs. When I first tried this style, our friends Gwen and Mike commented with my thin straight nose and full lips I had a striking resemblance to the trans film star Natalie Mars. We found some of her work online, and are now fans. And Gail likes my hair this style.

Gail wrapped the collar around my neck and I felt the click of it's little padlock that also secures the leather strap from my anal hook.

She swiveled the seat of the chair in front of the makeup table and I sat. She dropped a pillow to kneel on, and picked up a pair of black lace top stockings. She lifted my left foot and massage it. She stroked my leg. I purred. She stroked and rolled the sexy black nylon up my leg. So sensual. Then she did the same with my right foot and leg. My pussy was tingling. But I knew, not now.

My four inch spike heel black ankle straps have a ten inch thin silver chain between them and padlocks on the buckles. So hot!

Gail rolled over a stool, sat on it, and began doing my face.

"There." She turned me to face the mirror.

My face was pale, with a bit too much accent on my cheeks. Purple sparkly eye liner, long lashes. Odd, no lip gloss.

"Looks like we're ready Barbara."

Gail pulled on her mid thigh soft black leather spike heel boots, then held my raccoon three quarter length fur for me. She wore her golden fox of course.

After the coat check girl gave Gail the ticket I found

out why I wasn't wearing lipstick. She took a gag I hadn't seen before from her purse. It was a pair of lips in a surprised "O" with pink metalflake sparkly lip gloss.

I whimpered as I got my lips around the stub that went into my mouth.

"Sh, baby, lift up your hair."

Then she locked the grey fir handcuffs with the fifteen inch chain between them to my wrists and dropped the keys to snuggle between her boobs, as the inner door's lock buzzed.

"Gail! Welcome." She and Miss Eveline cheek kissed. I assume the man in the body harness and black hood was the same one that was tied to the horse last time. Now the flaps over ins eyes and mouth were hanging down on short black strings.

"Lets get you a drink, and you can join Wanda and I for dinner."

Wow. I wonder if Wanda goes both ways? In her beige block heel ankle straps she's over six feet tall. She's wearing an ankle length cream dress, slit up her left side to almost her hip. Her waist is narrow, then the deep "V" neckline barely covers her hooters. Yummy! At her throat it wraps around with a wide collar, and is backless.

Her blond hair is up in a swirl. Her eyes are startlingly blue. Her plum lips are so kissable.

I wonder if club members are into swapping?

Her slave is a fair haired young man, wearing pink cloth slippers and a tutu. No cuffs. Just a frilly pink velvet and chiffon collar with a long satin ribbon for a leash.

I glance a Gail and see she's thinking the same thing about Wanda and her slave.

Gail un-gagged me long enough to eat. Then when the MC announced it was time to go to the Play Room, gagged me again.

Ms Eveline ascended to her throne. Her slave sat on his haunches to her left. My Gail stood before her and I knelt beside her. The rest of the crowd formed a semi circle around us.

"Do you promise to keep the activities in this club secret to non members and require your slave to do the same? Do you promise to love and control your slave at all times on the premises?"

"I do, Mistress."

"Good. Bring forward the wheels."

Mounted on a low wheeled cart were two pegged wheels with a flexible clicker flap pointer.

"Ms. Gail, spin wheel Number one."

It's segments were labeled: Standing. Horse. Cross. Frame. Spreader Bar. Chair.

Gail spun. It stopped at 'Horse', to the appreciative applaud of the crowd.

"Now, slave, number two."

It's choices were: Paddle. Peg. Whip. Cane. Flog. Fuck.

"Go ahead, dear." Murmured Gail. gently pushing me forward.

"Flogging it is!" announced Ms. Eveline to less enthusiastic applause.

Two male slaves came forward and one on each upper arm frog marched me to the horse. I was pushed face down across it's wide padded top, and as my arms were being secures my fur bikini bottom was pulled off and my legs secured. A strap even went over my waist. So well choreographed it only seemed to take seconds.

Someone handed Gail the flogger. She got that dreamy look I know so well as she lovingly stroked the leather ribbons across her left palm.

The other slaves knelt in a wide circle around me and their owners stood behind them

Gail stroked the leather ribbon slowly across my bare bum.

'Please, please, please' I silently screamed. I hated the anticipation, I was terrified, but aroused. I didn't want it, but I did want it. I needed it.

"AH!" I screamed. The lash of the ribbons was surprisingly sharp. "Ah. Ah." Gail paused. "Ah, ah, ah" Three quick ones. "Ah." Pause. "Ah." Pause "Ah." Pause. Gale circled around me. Was she finished?

I whimpered. "Ah, whimper." Pause. "Whimper." I was all screamed out.

Owners circled around Gail, cheek kissing and hand shaking.

Some slaves brought trays of champagne.

I lay there, still strapped down. Tears of pain, degradation and frustration dribbled down my cheek. Masters and slaves both felt me up with a stroke or a pat. a few fingers slid along my cunt lips.

It seemed like hours before Gail finally took me home for a good long night of fucking.