Charlotte's Conversion (closed for Iwasagoodgirl)

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

I wasn’t sure how the interview was going until Mr Devon told me I was hired and invited me to come with him. As I turned I saw a large photograph on his rear wall, obviously placed there so he was facing it whenever he was sitting at his desk. It was of a beautiful young woman holding a very lovely baby. I smiled “Your family?” He nodded “They’re beautiful, both of them.” Then I realised I might have overstepped the mark so I added “I’m sorry ... I didn’t mean ...” You set my mind at rest.

As we made our way out of the office you took me to the bar and introduced me to Edward who asked me if I was police. “No ... I’m just a student looking for part time work.” I looked at Mr Devon who told me it was a long story.

You offered me some coffee and watched as I poured two cups and soon we were joined by Philip who was walking with a woman I discovered was called Mel who was inquiring about membership. Mr Devon asked her if she wanted coffee and she asked if it was Irish. I noticed the Jameson on the bar and nodded before making her one.

After chatting about the club Mel and I were invited to explore the club. I was conscious of the length of my dress as we made our way down the stairs to The dungeon, not because I thought Mr Devon would do anything, he was a married man, but there were other eyes on me.

On entry I saw a room set up as though it were the set for Fifty Shades Of Grey. I gulped, Mel looked stunned and then I asked what I was needed for. Mr Devon told me they needed and engineer’s attention. Mel seemed happier with them, but ... what could go wrong? I felt safe with Mr Devon so I agreed to take a look. While Mel was trying various items on and Mr Devon began explaining their uses I’m certain I blushed as my heartbeat rushed.

What on earth would the Rabbi think?

 

[lovingfingers]

Chris

The two women standing with me in the dungeon were a marked contrast. Mel was looking about eagerly, her breath quick, the signs of her growing arousal clear to anyone who knew women. Ruth? Not as much. She was turning a lovely shade of pink, but that could be for several reasons. Well, at least she had not run screaming. I genuinely wanted her thoughts, so how best to engage her... She was an engineer, so present her a problem, and let her do her thing.

Mel had shucked her hoodie, apparently feeling a touch warm. The thin T she was wearing clung to her torso. She startled when I touched her shoulder, proposing, "I need a volunteer to help me show Ruth some of the improvements I would like to make in the furniture. I trust you are willing."

I took the shiver which ran down your body as assent, and smiled, "very good, this way then."

I led you both to a large wooden X by the wall, beginning, "St. Andrew's cross. Mel, back up against it, if you please."

Mel stepped on to the dais, turned around and leaned against the wood. I stepped next to her and her arms raised immediately. Silently, I took one of her wrists and attached a cuff. The cuff I then secured to an eyebolt on the arm of the cross with a length of chain. Mel's breath hitched as I took her other wrist and lashed it to the other arm of the cross. I stepped back, took up two more cuffs, and faced Mel again. She gulped as she stepped her feet apart.

I pursed my lips, looking her in the eye, "I think we can go wider."

I grinned as her hips shifted and her stance widened. It was a quick matter to cuff her shins and chain each one to an arm of the cross. I stepped to the edge of the dais and regarded Ruth, "alright, here is your first problem. Most of the furniture is built to fit a hypothetical average person. Mel is on the smaller end of the spectrum, so I have to use a length of chain to secure her to the arms and legs. It works, but she is not really secure. There is too much play."

I knelt down by one of Mel's feet, taking the chain and pulling it some, enough that her legs spread wider, commenting, "Now, of course, I could push her a bit..."

She whimpered a little as I secured the chain a bit tighter, then moved to her other leg, repeating the efforts, spreading her further, "But there are limits..."

I stood, and ran the back of my fingers over Mel's cheek, "And, she still is not secured sufficiently for what I would want to do to her here."

Ruth's mouth open and closed, then Mel asked in a soft voice, "What.. would you.. do... to me?"

 

[rubenesque_princess]

Amelia “Mel” Collins

Mel entered the foyer and surprise registered on her face at the unexpected ambiance. Teeth pulling at her full lower lip, Mel’s head swiveled from left to right, her eyes wide with awe. It appeared as if she had stumbled into a five-star hotel, not a sex club.

Lost in thought, a questioning voice startled her. “Deirdre?” Damn, she was caught. Barely audible at first, Mel responded to the gentleman standing before her rifling through papers on a clipboard and looking somewhat annoyed.

“No, my name is Amelia,” she responded, then a little bit louder, “but everyone calls me Mel.”

The gentleman flipped through the papers again, his expression puzzled. “Do you have an appointment…Mel?”

“No, sir. I, um, well…a friend gave me a guest pass. I was in the neighborhood and thought I would just stop for a moment to see the club.” I was in the neighborhood?!? What the hell, Mel?

The gentleman’s demeanor changed dramatically, and he flashed Mel a sly grin. ‘Come on then I will give you the penny tour.’

“By the way,” he said as he extended his hand, “my name is Phil.” Mel timidly accepted the outstretched hand. Phil’s warm hand enveloped hers and she nearly gasped at the touch. Assuming it was just the thrill of being in a “forbidden” place, Mel dismissed the shiver and goosebumps rising over her arms and causing her nipples to pucker. Damn, am I glad for this bulky sweatshirt.

Phil pointed out a restaurant to the left, then led her to the bar in what he explained was the main area to the right. As they neared the bar, Mel began to curse herself for having walked through the front door. Upon seeing the three people at the bar, it was clear she was underdressed.

Phil explained to the handsome man standing in front of the bar that Mel was not a potential employee, but a potential member just starting a tour.

‘Welcome. I’m Chris. Care for some coffee?’

Chris extended his hand to Mel, and once again, Mel was grateful for the bulky sweatshirt as gooseflesh arose anew on her skin at the contact. Face flushing, Mel smiled, “I’m Amelia, um, Mel. I would love some coffee.” With a giggle, Mel jokingly asked if it was Irish. A striking young woman in a gorgeous little black dress nodded toward Chris. Shit. I didn’t really mean that. Oh, well, maybe a little Jameson will help calm my nerves.

While the pretty woman in the black dress prepared the coffee, Chris asked Mel what brought her to the club. Chewing on her lower lip, her eyes rose to Chris’. “Ummm…” a lump formed in her throat and she exhaled slowly before surprising herself with the words that next passed her lips.

Once she started, it just all spilled out—how she loved her husband, but felt as though their sex life was missing something, Matt’s refusal to try anything new, and finally, her obsession with BDSM. She explained that she had obtained the guest pass after revealing the same secrets to a friend.

The young lady brought Mel and Chris coffee, and Chris introduced her as his newest employee, Ruth. With a devious smile, Chris suggested he show both Mel and Ruth a certain room. As both ladies and Phil started to follow Chris, Phil received a phone call and started to walk away. Mel’s face fell as she watched Phil walk away. Stop it, Mel! You are a happily married woman. Was she trying to convince herself?

Now, Mel had researched BDSM online, and even dabbled in some related chat rooms and bulletin boards, so she wasn’t completely naïve about what she saw, but she couldn’t stop the gleeful gasp that escaped her lips as Chris ushered Ruth and her through the door of “the dungeon,” though she was unaware of the room’s unofficial moniker at that time. It was overwhelming to see so much in one place.

Inhibitions seemingly left at the door, Mel tossed her bag on a table near the bar area, set the coffee mug down, and scurried toward the floggers before Chris could even finish asking if she wanted to try out anything.

She was vaguely aware of a conversation between Chris and Ruth in the background, but her attention was focused on the buttery soft leather of the flogger tails entwined in her small fingers. Mel then picked up a crop and playfully slapped her hand. The sensation caused yet another round of goosebumps.

Spying the leather collars, Mel rushed to the table and shed her sweatshirt, needing to bare her neck to try one on. And, had they turned up the heat? She was becoming awfully warm. The thin, gray, v-neck tee hugged her curves and the black lace of her bra peeked out the top of the neckline.

Wasting no time, Mel made her way back to the collars and picked up one. A shudder wracked Mel's body as Chris’ hand found her shoulder just as she finished fastening the collar around her neck. She averted her eyes, mortified at the moan elicited by the combination of the room itself, the collar, and his touch.

She swallowed hard, but complied when Chris suggested Mel follow him to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Not at all surprised, Mel found herself too short for “standard” equipment of any kind, apparently even this St. Andrew’s Cross.

Mel felt like she was burning up from the inside out at both being attached to something she had only read about and seen pictures of, and at Chris’ proximity. Having noticed his wedding ring, she supposed his wife knew of the club and that he was happily married. Don’t go there, Mel. You are happily married, too. Yeah, except Matt would never be okay with any of this. She was envious of Chris.

‘I think we can go wider.’ Mel swallowed hard to try to generate enough saliva to moisten a mouth gone dry. What was a barely perceptible tingling between her legs grew as Mel shifted her hips to spread her legs wider. As Chris knelt at her feet, a wetness began to spread, and a whimper-turned-moan escaped her lips.

As Chris explained the dilemma posed by standard equipment built for hypothetically average individuals, Mel managed to piece together bits of the previously overheard conversation between Ruth and Chris. Ruth was to help design custom pieces for the club’s clientele.

Upon entering the room, Ruth looked like a deer caught in headlights, and now she opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water as she observed Chris securing Mel to the St. Andrew’s Cross.

Chris arose, then ran his fingers over Mel’s cheek. The wetness spread between Mel’s legs, the muscles inside her pussy beginning to pulsate with pleasure, and though his hand merely touched her cheek, it felt to her as though his fingers stroked her outer labia. This time Mel was not able to conceal her hardened nipples beneath her oversized sweatshirt.

Mel’s eyes cloudy with arousal, she barely heard Chris’ next words, ‘And, she still is not secured sufficiently for what I would want to do to her here.

Mel was not certain her legs would have held her if she were not secured to the St. Andrew’s Cross. “What…would you…do…to me?”

Though she logically knew she should, Mel found herself unable, or unwilling, to stop what was happening. This was exactly what she'd fantasized about for so long...only without Matt.

 

[lovingfingers]

Chris

Smiling, I turned and walked back to the table Mel had dropped the toys you had been fingering when you first entered the room. I took the flogger and the crop, and walked slowly back to the cross, talking ostensibly to Ruth, "The point of furniture is control. I want Mel's body immobilized, so that I can safely give her the stimulation I desire."

I dropped the flogger at Mel's feet, then stroked your shoulder with the stiff leather pad at the terminus of the crop. Your head tilted down, as you gazed along the shaft of the crop. I brought the tip to your chin, tilting your head up, until you looked at me. Locking eyes with you, I said, "The safe word is 'red.' Understood?"

I took the crop from your face, and you nodded. I set the tip of the crop on your chest right below your throat, and slid it to the left. I caught the neckline of your tee and eased it wider, to the edge of your shoulder, exposing the strap of your lacy bra. That, too, I slid to your shoulder, before moving to the opposite side of the neckline, and working the fabric open. Your delightful chest was heaving as I worked to bare more of it. I could have used my hands, but you were clearly enjoying the rough texture of the crop.

I slid the crop down to the bottom of the V, catching the neckline and pulling down. The fabric yielded, exposing your bra and cleavage, already a bright pink. Your nipples remained covered, barely, by your bra and sheer tee, but were making their presence known.

"Now we have something to work with," I commented, as I moved to one side of the dais, resting the crop against your newly bared skin. I flicked my hand, and the crop slapped against your upper sternum with a small smacking sound. You whimpered, your eyes wide, and I repeated the motion. Whack! Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make a sound, and sting.

I slid the crop to one side. Whack! To the sternum again. Whack! Then to the other side. Whack! Each little impact sent a shock wave through your body. I smiled at the pleasure of introducing you to a larger world...

I lowered the crop a few inches, to the swell of the exposed portion of one of your breasts. You moaned at the touch, but groaned much more loudly when I flicked my hand. Whack! Your body started to tremble, as I repeated the motion. Whack! I slid the crop across your cleavage, to your other breast. Whack! Whack!

I considered for a moment, then slid the pad of the crop to the edge of your exposed bra. I pushed down, easing the pad beneath the cup of the bra. I pushed and the pad slid to roughly caress your hard nipple. Your head snapped back and you made such a delightful groan. I shifted the pad slightly, the course leather grinding against the sensitive bud.

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

I was experiencing the most erotic dream of my life! Or was I? Mr Devon, who insisted I allied him ‘Chris’ was showing this new member Mel the amazing contraptions on offer to stimulate, transform and awaken her sex life. Or was he? Was I dreaming the whole thing? Once he started using the crop I knew I was observing real life and not a fantasy.

Chris told me the problem was the machinery was by its very nature ‘one size fits all’ and there was no room for a selection of sizes. I stepped forward and observed as Chris began his his examination of his ‘victin’. And yet as I heard Mel’s groans I
Felt a rush of excitement surge through my own body. Unlike me Mel had been round the block several times so she knew something sexual enjoyment.

I stepped forward to examine the cuffs”I think” ... I clammed up before taking a breath and struggling to continue “There is a computer programme I can adjust and install the programme to tiny handsets and link the cuffs and chains to them. It will be password controlled by the adminitrator. It can be card controlled for payment ensuring the club’s income is preserved. I’ll work on it tonight.”

I wanted to get out urgently ad I prayed my suggestion would be accepted. I was conscious of my dress being on the short side and it rode up every time I knelt to explore the equipment. Now I had to negotiate the stairs and then the foyer. But why were my nipples so hard? And why were my panties damp?

 

[lovingfingers]

Chris

Perhaps I shouldn't have plunged Ruth into this aspect of the Club so abruptly, or should have shown her the equipment without someone strapped into it. But Mel's desires had been so infectious, I simply couldn't resist. Ruth had examined the bindings on the cross more closely, as I teased Mel, and could not help but see the other woman's arousal. You made some comments about programs and such, then retreated. I slipped the tip of the crop out from under Mel's bra and rested it between her breasts. I turned to Ruth and nodded, giving you leave to go, "I look forward to seeing what you come up with. Oh, and stop by the bar and talk to Edward about your schedule."

You had reached the door, when I called, "Ruth? Welcome aboard."

I had to smile. When Ruth paused, the light and shadow of the hall light caught your body, and I could see your nipples tenting the fabric of your LBD. Good, good, you got it, even if you would have to think about it for a bit.

When Ruth vanished, I returned my focus to Mel. I slid the crop up your chest, and then your throat, and tilted your chin up, commenting, "All alone. What shall I do with you?"

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

“Ruth, Welcome aboard”. those words put a spring in my step as I climbed the stairs back to the bar area. I passed Philip who asked me how it went and I told him I needed to look on Amazon to order some equipment for the dungeon. He gave me a strange look and probably wondered what I was going to order. I saw the funny side and deliberately kept him in suspense.

I was aware that my dress was drawing attention and I purposely let the skirt swish as I walked towards Eric. His eyes met mine and we both smiled “Mr Devon asked me to arrange my schedule with you.” I reached into my handbag and pulled out my university timetable “I have to work round these dates.”

Eric smiled and reminded me everyone addressed the boss as ‘Chris’. He also said he understood I might get called away to work in the dungeon and I felt myself blush.

I determined to get an education in worldly matters, being a good innocent Jewish girl wouldn’t help me here. I remembered a friend had told me about a web site called Literotica and I decided I would look it up and read some of the posts.

Eric drew up a list of duties and told me begin my duties the next moment. I couldn’t wait!

 

[rubenesque_princess]

Mel

"Ruth? Welcome aboard."

Mel’s eyes, clouded with arousal, brightened at the sound of Chris calling to Ruth as she took her leave. Mel shook her head slightly, looking up at Chris, then down at the crop pad between her full breasts, heaving with quickened breath.

Oh, Mel, what are you doing? You really need to stop this now. You should have stopped it when you saw Chris heading back with the flogger and the crop, or at least after he finished explaining the purpose behind the furniture in the room to Ruth. If not then, when Ruth began nervously speaking about computer programs and things you didn’t understand.

You could have…

...Matt…the kids…but you didn’t…the crop…mmmm, yesssss….

Mel’s thoughts returned to the feel of the rough crop pad sliding against her hard nipple and again she moaned. Though she had entertained the idea of being spanked and slapped with a flogger and crop, if she were truthful, she was scared out of her mind when Chris first approached her with the crop. It’s one thing to fantasize about these implements, but something completely different when faced with one.

Her body began trembling and pulling at the restraints as Chris used the crop to push her shirt and bra straps down her shoulders. Her mind racing, but unwilling to utter the safe word.

Red.

Such a simple, monosyllabic word that could have slipped easily over her lips. She knew she could have…should have…but simply did not want Chris to stop.

And, then, that first little slap to her sternum shattered Mel’s fears. Her arousal made itself known by the clouding of her brown eyes, the even greater tightening of her dusty pink nipples, the tiny waves of pleasure spreading the wetness slicking the outer folds of her pussy.

WHACK! Again, and yet again.

Mel’s head fell back, and she was ever grateful for the support of the St. Andrew’s Cross. A guttural groan bordering on a growl vibrated in her throat. In her mind, Mel begged Chris to rub the crop pad against her mons pubis…to slap her clitoris.

Her pussy clenched at the unspoken words and she unconsciously thrust her hips forward..

"All alone. What shall I do with you?"

Ruth was gone. They were alone.

“I don’t know,” Mel said in a tremulous voice.

I hope he doesn’t make me tell him, ask, or beg for what he must know I want. I don't think I can do that.

 

[lovingfingers]

Chris

I had to smile. Of course you knew. You had probably played this scenario out in your mind countless times. Perhaps not the cross specifically, but the crop? Certainly. Why else would you have taken it and given yourself a test whack?

The real question was: Would I give it to you?

Moving slightly forward, I tapped the crop slowly against your throat, then lowered it an inch, and tapped it against the base of your throat. Inch by inch, slowly tapping, I made my way down, tapping your chest, and then your generous cleavage. When I passed from skin to the fabric of your tee, I tapped a bit harder, just so you would feel it. Lower, lower, tapping down your soft belly, lower, lower, moving directly towards your mons. Your gasps and moans grew louder, the further I traveled, telling me all. When I tapped the area immediately above your mons, I paused, holding the crop there. You trembled, and I thought I saw your hips rotating forward, offering me your sensitive skin.

I moved directly in front of you, and slid the crop to the side, to your lower hip, and WHACK! You cried out as I zinged the delightfully fleshy part of your hip and buttocks. I slid the crop over your hips to the other side of your body, and WHACK!

Your tights shielded your skin from the worst of the blow. You would bear no marks. But it would sting, and I watched your body tremble at the stimulus.

I slid the crop down passing across your thigh, until I was between your spread legs. A dark wet spot over your sex told me how much you were enjoying this. I raised the crop and brought it down against your inner thigh. WHACK! You looked like you were on the point of tears, your arousal reaching a peak. A flick of my wrist and the crop struck your other thigh. WHACK!

Your cry was loud, and ebbed into a series of short gasps. I began tapping your inner thighs, more lightly, back and forth, side to side, slowly rising up your legs. Your breath became erratic, then stilled, as I moved closer and closer to your sex. When I reached the very top of your inner thighs, I remained there, tapping side to side, almost brushing the apex. You looked like you were about to lose your mind, as I asked, "Are you sure you don't know?"

Like a mad woman, you gasped, "P... p.. pleeease...."

I twisted my wrist and began to stroke your pussy with even, firm taps, and waited for the explosion...

 

[lovingfingers]

Edward

Ruth's time in the 'dungeon' must have been enjoyable, as you seemed quite eager to get to 'work'. After a brief chat, I drew up a quick outline of what your duties would be. Your time at the pub gave you all the basics of bar service, and that's really what we needed. It was only early afternoon, so I had a chance to show you were everything was, how to work the register, all that fun stuff.

We had chances to chat as the afternoon proceeded. I told you about my girlfriend, the police officer who had worked the bar under cover. I acquainted you with our customer service policy, making it clear you were here to make and serve drinks. Nothing further was expected. But if someone caught your fancy, well...

Your smile told me that your fancy was amenable to being seized...

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

You were going to be a very good supervisor to work with. You made a point of telling me about the customer services policy and assuring me my role was strictly serving drinks. I looked at my watch and asked if I could familiarise myself with the bar by serving a short voluntary shift. You agreed and I moved to the other side of the bar.

The draft beers were all in order, the spirits labelled and stocked, the wines ready to be served and the soft drinks either in the pump or well chilled in the fridge. A customer raised his service flag to indicate he and three friends wanted serving. I went to his table and was suddenly aware he and his friends were more interested in the length of my dress than the drinks on offer.

I was polite and smiled as I took the order returning to the bar conscious that there were four pairs of eyes fixed on my bottom. I quickly dispensed the order, took the money, thanked them for their tip, returned to the bar, placed the money in the till and closed it.

Denise, one of the other bar girls reported to You to say the automatic ice maker was on the blink. You called the maintenance company but they couldn’t get anyone out for forty eight hours. I volunteered to take a look and soon I was on the floor unscrewing the motor unit and cleaning the thermostat with cheap alcohol.

As I looked round I was aware of being surrounded by 4 men and I wondered what they wanted. Then I realised the skirt of my dress had ridden up. Feeling my cheeks burn as I blushed I had to do something to divert their attention. I reached out my hand “Can one of you gentleman pass me my micro Phillips screwdriver please?” There was a rapid scurrying of 4 helpful men to deliver the tool into my open hand.

I thanked them, completed the repair and then said “Could someone help me up please?” Two strong hands found mine and assisted me back onto my feet and I found myself face to face with a fit, rugged looking blonde hunk. “Th ... thank you.” I stammered as my legs felt like jelly and my cheeks blushed again.

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew (the fit, rugged looking blonde hunk)

I looked around the room at the Club, and found it measured up to its reputation. No big surprise. The owner of our team must have had some serious money bet on our game, and wanted to motivate us when we were down at the half. The fact that we were here, and he had paid our cover and bar tab, was a testimony to our victory.

We had settled at a table near to the bar, had ordered and been served by a truly hot server in a LBD. As we watched her walk back to the bar, OK, stared at her arse as she walked back to the bar, I thought, "no big surprise. This place was reputed to have hot staff."

We sat, enjoying our pint, when one of my teammates nudged me, looking towards the bar. My eyes widened a bit as I saw our server, on the floor, her dress riding very high on her thighs, her hands inside the mechanical section of an ice machine. "Think she needs help?" someone asked.

"Wouldn't be gentlemanly of us not to offer," I commented.

We rose as a body, and walked to the end of the bar, where we continued to rise at the view. At some point in our voyeurism, she noticed us. She blushingly asked if we could provide a micro Philips screwdriver.

My mates immediately began looking at each other, then about, trying to locate one. I just reached onto my belt, and removed my multitool. I opened up the smallest Phillips head and handed it to her, asking if it would do. She took it without commenting, and ten minutes later had completed the repair. She settled back, then due to the constricted space behind the bar, asked for a hand up. I was only too happy to oblige, and reached down to take your hands. I pulled you up and was abruptly gazing into your lovely, dark eyes.

I smiled at your 'thank you,' and was about to comment back, when you stepped back and bent to fetch my multitool from the floor. You extended it towards me, and I waved it off, "No, keep it. You never know when you need a good tool."

I grinned as you laughed, and asked, "Are you sure you won't miss it?"

"No," I smiled, answering honestly, "I have a couple."

"Bragger," you laughed.

I joined you, "Would love to show you my collection some time."

My mates were enjoying this tete a tete, and were soon laughing with us. Robert chuckled, "You going to buy her a drink before you show her your tools mate?"

"Fine idea," I nodded, looking in your eyes again, "Might you be able to take a break,... ?

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

Your generosity took me by surprise because craftsmen & women are very protective of their tools. But you assured me you had plenty and we even shared a joke about it.

Your friends were goading you on but it all seemed in good fun. You all looked fit and I assumed you were either members of a gymnasium or a sports team. I loved sport myself and played rugby, football and cricket as well as field hockey.

I heard one of your friends challenge you to invite me to have a drink with you and that caught me on the hop. “I only started working here today and the club have very strict rules about bar staff drinking alcohol while on duty. I’ll check the time my shift ends.”

On checking with Edward he pointed out I was only volunteering and besides which I had saved the club a £120 call out fee by repairing the ice maker. Turning back to you I said “My boss has given me the rest of the afternoon and evening off. I’m driving so I won’t have alcohol but I’d love a St Clements. I have to be good, the boss’s girlfriend is a cop.” We both laughed.

You ordered the drinks while I went to the powder room and smartened myself up. You were so fit and handsome and heart was pounding and my mouth was dry because I was so out of your league. Returning to the bar area I giggled nervously “I don’t ... I don’t even know your name. I’m Ruth ... Ruth Cohen, first year engineering student at London University.” I held out my hand to shake your’s.

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

My mates wished me luck before dispersing to explore other parts of the Club. I stood by the bar, sipping my second pint, as I waited for the hottest server/repair tech, that I had ever had the pleasure of gawking, to emerge from the powder room. I chuckled at the term, having a difficult time imagining her powdering herself. Besides, I much preferred a girl who wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

I caught sight of her approaching the bar and smiled. Killer body, sense of humor, good with her hands, definitely kind of girl I would like to know better.

I had picked up your drink, but set it down as you introduced yourself. I took your offered hand in greeting, and felt the strength of your grip as we shook hands. I little jolt went through me as I considered what those hands could do...

"Andrew Phillips," I replied automatically, adding, "my friends call me Drew, erstwhile Rugby player, and an apprenticed electrician, just in case."

I handed you your drink, as I added a couple pieces to the puzzle picture of you. Very Jewish sounding name, engineering student... I nodded towards the ice machine, "Repairing freezers, that's more my line. They teach you that at Uni?"

 

[rubenesque_princess]

Chris flashed Mel a guileful smile as his attention returned to her. Mel’s vocal chords vibrated against the crop pad, moaning, as he tapped it against her throat.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Mel was conscious of nothing aside from the slow descent of the crop, each tap eliciting a ripple in the upper folds of her pussy. Both the ripples and Mel’s moans increased in intensity as her eyes followed the crop downward.

The delicious torture stopping just short of her mons, Mel’s hips thrust forward and up, as if willing the crop pad lower. Her body fought for release…all the while frantically clinging to the precipice. In an effort to maintain her grasp, she barely noticed the crop sliding to the side.

WHACK!

Grateful the room was otherwise vacant, Mel screamed as the crop struck the fleshy part of her left hip and buttock. The cry of pain quickly ebbed to a low moan as the pain yielded to pleasure.

WHACK!

Again, on Mel’s right hip and buttock. Her body violently trembling now, Mel was ever grateful for the restraints’ support. Her sodden panties unable to contain her growing wetness, the visible damp circle evident on her leggings belied the pain suggested by her screams.

WHACK! WHACK!

Again, and yet again, once on the inside of each thigh.

Chris then began an agonizing ascent of taps toward Mel’s pussy. Ragged breath…gyrating hips…body now screaming for release…nearly spilling into the abyss…breath still…

"Are you sure you don't know?"

“Ohhhhh, fuck,” Mel gasped, though barely audible. “Pl…plee…pleeeease! I need to…I am going to…cum…please.”

Whiskey eyes bright, a deep moan of relief reverberated in her throat as Chris finally brought the crop pad to her pussy in firm even taps. Her hips thrust faster, pressing her pussy into the crop pad…against the tapping.

Faster…and faster…then all motions ceased, and Mel’s body grew taut as the release wracked her body.

She screamed yet again, though this time clearly in pleasure.

Once the first wave passed, Mel’s hips resumed thrusting against the crop in pulses, each contact with the crop pad against her clitoris prompting additional waves and full body tremors as she continued cumming for several long minutes. Finally spent, Mel fell forward, the restraints holding her, chest heaving, dark hair hiding her face.

She was satisfied, but also shocked. What had she done?

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

Your powerful hand enveloped mine sending a strange desire through my body. I liked both your names and wondered how you got the name Drew. Then you mentioned rugby and I smiled. “I play rugby” I said with a smile and sipped my drink “I’m playing tomorrow at the Fairlop Sports Park. Wanna come?” I stopped myself, what was I doing? A complete stranger and I was inviting him to watch me play rugby.

Our conversation was cut short by a noise coming from the basement which sounded like a woman screaming. You smiled, I blushed and to spare my blushes you asked me if they taught me my electronic skills at university,

Shaking my head I laughed “No, I’ve only just started. I’ve always been interested in electronics and I’ve tried to repair our domestic appliances when they’ve broken down.

Just then an even louder sound came from the dungeon area and my eyes met your’s and I giggled with embarrassment.

 

[lovingfingers]

Chris

Mel's body continued to spasm minutes after I withdrew the crop. I waited patiently, not wanting to rush your first experience. When you finally raised your head, I set to work, kneeling down to unbind your legs. You legs wobbled as you moved your feet together and stood taller. I rose and turned my attention to your wrists. You swayed when you were completely free, your steps stiff. "You're going to be a little sore. You've had quite a workout. Let's get you some water."

I took your arm and conducted you to the table with your hoodie. You sighed as you sat down and I fetched a bottle of water from the bar. Setting it before you, I could see your mind churning. When you looked up at me, I smiled gently, "drink this, all of it. Take your time, and come up when you are ready. I would stay, but duty calls. Nice to meet you, Mel."

I watched you take the first sip, then turned and left, feeling confident you would be back.

Surveying the main room on my return, I saw the afternoon crowd building, and our new hire chatting up some handsome bloke. Fitting right in. Now, where was Phil?

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

"Do you now?" I replied when I heard you played, "What position?"

I grinned as you answered. This was a nice surprise. None of my girlfriends had ever played, some of them didn't even follow the sport. And while I was more of a do-er than a watch-er, the idea of seeing you get all hot and sweaty was appealing.

We had moved to a table and on to discussing other things when we heard cries from the basement. I looked about and saw no one else bat an eyelash, so figured it must be someone having fun. It was the Club after all. No big surprise. The way you blushed though, made me curious. "New here?" I asked, thinking that was the likely explanation.

I nodded when you said you were, "I used to live near a railroad track. After a while, I didn't notice. Guess it is the same here with... well, you know...."

You blushed a little more, and.. it was so damn cute! The devil in me surfaced and I smiled, "I hear that the tables here are reinforced, so people can do anything on them."

"Really?" you asked, immediately ducking down to look beneath the table. Perhaps you were taking your time examining the underpinnings of the table, or had noticed the growing bulge in my pants, but you emerged again after a time, blushing still redder.

"Well?" I asked, smiling ear to ear.

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

There was something about this club that was both haunting and yet so exciting and despite my naivety I felt at home. Maybe it was the excitement of getting set for university, or my escape from the restrictions at home, or the fit hunk I had sitting opposite me.

As we were sitting at our table I sensed you noticed my blushing, I always blush when embarrassed, and then you tried to lighten the move by referring to the alleged reinforced tables. My mind was whirring as to why, until the penny dropped and I spluttered my drink as I coughed and apologised. Your smile was so disarming I wanted to hide. Then I froze as I saw Mr Devon, Chris, go to the bar for a bottle of water and took it downto the ‘Dngeon’. Is that where the screaming came from? From that poor girl Mel? What had he done to her?

I immediately dropped to my knees and examined the under belly of the table, it was reinforced but why? I was about to come back up when my eyes noticed your crotch, it was, it was bulging! I thought of those old school human biology classes with Mrs Bernstein and how she explained the reproductive organs. I stared again and for one split second I wanted to touch it! No one had ever doe that because of me! I resisted the temptation to touch and got back into my seat aware of the heat on my cheeks. You said one word “Well?” and grinned like a Cheshire Cat.

I blushed even deeper and then saw Chris Devon reappear reappear fro the ‘Dungeon’ minus the new member, Mel. I needed to change the subject so motioned to Chris and whispered you “That’s Chris Devon, the boss, the owne.” Whether that piece of information would excite you or not I had no Idea.

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

I looked over to see a good looking guy, dressed in a crisp, tailored white shirt and dark blue trousers, walking towards us. As he passed the bar, the bartender caught his ear and spoke to him for a moment, gesturing towards the ice machine. Chris cracked a grin, then walked over to our table. He complimented Ruth on her handiwork, and said they should talk about preventative maintenance for all the equipment. You then introduced him to me, commenting that I might be of help, being an electrician. Chris chuckled, shaking my hand, joking, "not one, but two unlicensed electricians. What could go wrong?"

We all laughed, then he took his leave, saying that we should explore, before the evening crowd arrived. Once he departed, I looked at Ruth, "Not what I was expecting."

When you asked what I was expecting, I puzzled, "Not sure. A guy in a velvet smoking jacket?"

You really thought that was funny, then said that you wanted to check on someone, in the dungeon. I raised an eyebrow, not figuring you to be the dungeon type, then rose, offering you my hand. You took it and stood to stand next to me, our bodies suddenly close. We paused, and I felt a heat rise between us. I grinned, "to the dungeon?"

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

You know that feeling you get when someone is talking about you? Well I had that feeling when Chris Devon was talking to Edward. Next Chris came over and thanked me for fixing the ice machine and mentioned something about a new ‘Preventative Maintenance Contract’. I introduced you to him as an electrician and Chris joked about unlicensed electricians which set us both off laughing. He then invited us to explore.

I told you the only place I’d visited was the Dungeon and you were curious. I suddenly thought of Mel and felt responsible for her. As we stood our bodies were close, very close, closer than I had ever been to a man and I felt my cheeks go redder than a tomato skin. You agreed to see the dungeon, but did I want to go there?

I looked round the bar, at the far end was a stage here they obviously held shows. To the right was a corridor which led to the offices and admin while to the left was a dvd library where members could take one to one of the six viewing rooms. Built into the wall was the door which led to the stairs and the basement. I looked at you and you asked “To the dungeon”?

I felt my legs going and I froze “Let’s explore first” I said as I found myself gazing into your eyes. I took a deep breath and turned my head as you nodded. My heart was pounding and I nearly tripped over my handbag (Note to American readers - what we Brits call a handbag you call a purse). Your hand reached out and grabbed mine and I thanked you. Our faces were so close, what should we do now?

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

Fortune favors the bold, or so they say. I would find out as I pulled Ruth's hand gently and leaned forward a bit to close the few inches between us. I heard you inhale, but you followed your hand and our lips met in a tentative first kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, a soft, exploratory kiss that tested whether I was alone in my rising desire for you. I looked into your eyes as we parted, an inch, smiling as I saw desire in your wide eyes.

Both our eyes closed as we leaned in for a second. This lasted longer, our lips pressing harder, the question answered. My hand released yours and settled on your waist. Your lips opened slightly in a sigh, as my hand circled around your lower back, pulling your body against mine. I could taste your drink on your breath, as my lips parted with yours. My tongue extended, just far enough to take a lick of the inside of your upper lip. I liked the little whimper I heard, and squeezed you a little harder against me, knowing you could feel my erection bulging inside my pants. (Note to British readers - I think you call them trousers... Although, technically, pants would still apply, since he is wearing underwear, unless he is going regimental, or commando as we say across the pond... )

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

What was I getting into? I’d had a few kisses behind the old bike sheds at school but they were nothing like this and meant nothing. Suddenly Andrew and I were standing close, very close and our faces were almost touching. Then in an instant, in a flash you were kissing me. A swift, quick peck on the lips which was over before it began. Yet I could feel it as though it was still happening. They say that when someone loses a limb through amputation that sometimes they can still feel the ‘ghost’ of the arm or leg as though it was still there. This was how I felt your mouth against mine although you had pulled away.

My head was spinning, my cheeks were blushing and my heart was pounding as I closed my eyes and reached in for another kiss, a long, passionate, demanding kiss that sent a bolt of lightning shooting through my body. I felt my nipples harden as my breasts began to swell and push against the inside of my bra. Simultaneously I felt a tingling deep down inside my most private place and a dampness spread as my internal folds began to moisten.

My lips opened slightly as your tongue sought to explore my mouth forcing a lustful moan to escape into the bar area. You pulled me even tighter and I felt ... I felt your hardness press against my belly. You were hard because of me! O how I enjoyed the power! I purposely moved my belly from side to side to stimulate you and I heard you gasp!

It’s amazing how many strange thoughts race through the mind as the world seems to slow down. I’d come to the club looking for work and in the process I’d repaired an ice machine. This attracted you and now we were lusting for each other’s bodies. I thought of my home life, of the synagogue and how my Dad was trying to match his good, innocent Jewish daughter with one of the leading young men of the congregation, maybe even the rabbi’s son. Well no one would want damaged goods and I knew I was soon going to be shop soiled.

Eventually we came up for air and out lips parted. I took a deep breath and through my love bruised lips I whispered “Shall we explore?”

 

[lovingfingers]

Andrew

My hand slid down your back a few inches, to the small of your back, just above your gluts, as I commented, "I thought I was..."

You gave a cute little snort and thwacked my shoulder, to which I feigned surprise, "Oh! The Club! Right!"

We parted, and I grinned at you. You seemed amused at my small antics. A point in your favor...

We were in a hallway, with stairs mounting up and down. We heard some commotion further down the hall and wandered that way. We entered into what looked like an upscale sports bar... I looked around, "I was not expecting this."

I was about to comment that it didn't seem like it fit in with the rest of the Club, when we saw a group of people watching a rugby game. A woman among them pumped her fist in the air, laughing at the several of the men, "Ha! Tied at the half! Pay up!"

One of the 'losers,' not looking too deflated, grinned, "OK, what'll it be?"

The woman immediately hiked up her skirt and plopped on a chair, legs spreading widely. A twinkle in his eye, the guy knelt down, setting his hands on her open thighs, quipping, "Double or nothin'?"

She just reached forward, grabbed some of his hair and pulled his face to her sex, laughing, "Get to work! And remember, until play resumes."

The other guys in the party chuckled, one of them ordering a round to toast their fallen brother.

I couldn't help but laugh, then looked at you to see you staring at the spectacle, blushing wildly. I reached over and took your hand, "Shall we explore elsewhere?"

You nodded and we returned to the hallway. As we looked at the stairs, I asked, "Up or down?"

You started towards the rising stairs, so I guessed the dungeon was for later. As we reached the second floor, and turned, we saw a long corridor with many doors, rather like a hotel. The carpet and wall treatments were rich and the lighting soft. As we walked, we saw signs on each of the doors, declaring the theme of the room. Victorian... Medieval... Enterprise... Jailhouse... on and on...

When we reached the end of the hall, I smiled at you hopefully, "Any one you would like to explore further?"

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

I felt your hand on my back sliding as you said you thought we were exploring. In the heat of the emotion I hesitated and then the penny dropped. I gave you a ‘dolly slap’ to your back as you confirmed my thoughts by saying “O! The Club! Right!” I laughed, you smiled and soon we were walking hand in hand down a corridor and found ourselves in the sports bar. I’d completely forgotten about the Rugby Union European Cup Final. I so wanted to watch it but now it was halftime and the score flashed up Leinster 12 Racing Ninety Two 12. I’d missed the whole first half.

I squeezed your hand to get your attention and suggest we stay to watch the second half when this woman jumped up to claim her winnings. And what winnings! I’d heard of oral sex but I didn’t believe it actually happened. Now this woman was claiming a session as her winnings! I felt sick! I felt excited! I felt the blood wash to my cheeks as I thought I was going to faint. You observed it and ushered me out. Wisely!

We walked down the corridor and you asked if I wanted to go up or down the stairs. Downstairs was the dungeon where Mel was and I didn’t want to spoil her enjoyment so I signaled to go upstairs.

Upstairs were what I can only describe as specialised hotel themed bedrooms. Several of them had small neon lights that read ‘Occupied’ and others read ‘Awaiting Service’. You asked me if I wanted to explore one of them. I passed the ‘Victorian’ room and the ‘Enterprise’. The ‘Medieval’ room was occupied as was ‘Jailhouse’. Then I saw a room that was free labelled ‘Super Heroes’ and I turned to you “My nickname at Uni is ‘Supergirl’, can I see if there’s an outfit there?”

You nodded and opened the door. Inside was a huge bed and a wardrobe with several outfits for heroes and villains. To the right was the en suite shower room where I took the Supergirl outfit I found. You were looking for a villain’s outfit.

I soon got into the clothes which had a zip down the back. As I emerged I was conscious of the emphasise it gave to my breasts which seemed to stand out erect and firm.

“Now what do we do” I asked. “I’m just a good Jewish girl! What happens now” my legs were shaking, my stomach had eagles flying around and I was blushing as I said softly “You’re going to have to help me!”

OOC I’m off to Paris for 4 nights with my boyfriend. Should be back Friday 11th May​