Last night was a deeply rewarding release after a stretch of behavior modification. @jynndaor wasnāt feeling well, so @albysmaster took his slave out for exercise, then for some much-needed playtime. Iāve been chained inside the house since Sunday.
Master brought me to the local sex club on their spanking night. Master doesnāt spank, cane, or flog his property at these events himself, but he permits a few carefully chosen Masters there to take their turn with my ass. Itās one of the ways he reminds me of my place: owned, shared, used for his pleasure and amusement.
One of those trusted Doms took his time last night. He stripped me bare in front of the entire club, bent me over the bench, and left my full ass and cunt completely exposed for every member to see. Then came the flogging and caning; a solid 90 minutes of deliberate, building intensity. Subspace swallowed me whole; I was gone, floating, surrendered. Master watched the whole scene, rock hard and clearly pleased with how his slave was being handled. Bare pussy whipping, fisting and electro play were included.
When it finally ended, my legs were shaking so violently the Dom had to support me off the bench and carry me back through the crowd to our table. Master sat there calmly sipping his drink. Master helped me put my cloths back on.
Then the two of them stepped away for a quiet exchange, leaving me kneeling beside the table, still catching my breath and feeling every eye in the room on me. Moments later they returned, Masterās gaze locked on mine, calm and commanding. āFollow him to the storage room, slave,ā he said simply.
The walk back there was pure humiliation. The club was buzzing, and everyone knew exactly where I was headed and why. Heads turned, whispers followed, some smirks, some appreciative nods; as if they could already picture what was coming. My legs were still unsteady, ass burning from the caning, and I could feel the slick evidence of my arousal trailing down my thighs with every step. No hiding it. No pretending. Just property being led to be used.
The storage room was cold, dirty, small. He stripped me again almost immediately, he groped and felt every part of my body, then fucked me hard against the wall: heavy choking, his hand gripping my throat just right, pounding rough and relentless until I was nothing but a vessel for his use. Pure, animal ownership.
When he was done, he straightened himself, gave me a nod of approval, and led me back out through the same crowd; everyone still watching, still knowing. Back at the bar area, Master was waiting. He allowed me a moment to catch my breath with a cold soda from the bar, sitting there exposed while anyone who wanted could reach over and finger me freely; casual touches that kept me dripping and reminded me I was still very much free use. A few took the invitation, fingers sliding in easily, commenting quietly on how wet and open Iād been left.
Only then did we finally leave the club. The drive home was quiet, my body still thrumming, cum dripping down my legs, marks under my clothes.
Once inside Masterās home, aftercare waited on Masterās terms: strapped tight to his bed for electroplay and shocks. The sensations overwhelmed me so fast I passed out within moments; completely blissed and broken in the best way. But what came next was new, and so tender after months of denial: for the first time in so long, Master allowed me to sleep with him in his bed instead of being locked back in the cage. Curled against his side, still sore and marked, wrapped in his warmth and the quiet rhythm of his breathing, I felt truly held, truly owned, truly safe. Slept a deep, solid eight hours like that, waking up sore, marked, and deeply content in a way that words barely touch.
Today Iām chained to my stand-up desk, ass still throbbing and striped, every mark and ache a reminder of being used, shared, fingered casually, and then so gently reclaimed. Grateful to Master for pushing his slave, for letting others enjoy what belongs to him, and for the gift of closeness that followed. @jynndaor rests while I serve; itās exactly as it should be.
(As always, posted with full consent, structure, and aftercare.)
