Your heart had leapt when you first read the announcement that the infamous Femdom Club was opening its latest branch in your city; immediately you pre-registered for membership on their website, a somewhat humiliating process that involved buying an approved chastity cage, submitting photos of yourself wearing it and nothing else, and of course sending them the keys to ensure you didn’t try and cheat the minimum 30 days in chastity required for entry.
You immediately began to throb at the sight of Goddess Sasha who greeted you at the door with a steely gaze and, seeing you were a member, escorted you to a room adjoining the vestibule where you were made to strip down to your cage and fitted with a silvery collar to which she attached a chain leash before leading you back out. Pulling you along Sasha showed you around the premises where already Dommes were enjoying themselves, some with slaves of their own already but many talking with the submissive men, noticeably not naked unlike you, kneeling beside them- males were not permitted on the furniture Sasha explained.
It was still early so the playrooms you saw were still mostly empty but a few had slaves owned by the club strapped to crosses, benches or simply locked in cages in the corner ready to be used by anyone who wished to, as well as walls adorned with every kind of whip, cane, crop, clamp or restraint imaginable. Your cage throbbed again and a drop of precum slipped past the bars onto the floor, not escaping Sasha’s notice who immediately yanked your leash down and ordered you to lick it clean, pressing her boot gently to your face and chuckling as your tongue touched the tiles.
In the backrooms was a truly terrifying sight. More slaves, laying down to benches where they were tightly restrained and with their cocks affixed with constantly moving and pulsating rubber sheaths as beautiful girls teased them, edged them, and subsequently shocked them if they got too close to orgasm. The precum delight was the club’s most popular drink among the Dommes so they needed a constant supply of it which the slaves ‘happily’ provided.
Back in the main room Sasha made a point of showing you the drinks menu at the bar where members like you could access a special range of prices if you wished, paying not with money but with additional time in chastity on your ‘tab’ before you could request your key back. Standard drinks such as whiskey or rum cost a week; better brands could cost up to a month or more; a single precum delight six months; while a top shelf bottle of champagne was a full year! She told you a story from another branch of the club she’d worked at where an unthinking horny sub had been trying to impress a Domme, buying her drinks all night and only realised at the end he’d racked up so much additional time his chastity had become effectively permanent.
Fortunately, she went on, time could also be worked off through service to the club and desperate not to spend the rest of his life in denial he’d signed a ten year slavery contract and become owned by them. A ‘win-win’ situation Sasha called it.
Finally your tour ended at the main stage which was lit up with an imposing cross in the middle waiting to be occupied. A sadistic expression crossed Sasha’s face as she pulled you onto the boards and began strapping you into the cross; she explained that while as you knew the terms of your membership required you to submit a single Saturday night each month to service at the club, joining the slaves waiting to be used, you had in fact been the very first member to sign up, so would be granted the honour of becoming their very first exhibition for opening night, and picked up a bullwhip.
It was going to be a long night you knew, but so far it was everything you’d ever dreamt of!
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