were fully exposed. The Dom knelt beside the ottoman and ran his hands over the girl’s back, adding the occasional spank as he whispered to her, the words low enough that Beth couldn’t make them out, but she could guess that they were gentle from the tone of his voice.
The Dom pulled a small, jeweled plug from his pocket, slipping it into the sub’s mouth through the open gag. When it was coated in saliva he spread the cheeks of the girl’s ass with one hand then teased her anus with the blunt tip of the plug. Beth watched, unable to turn away—not that she wanted to—as little by little the Master coaxed, teased, and tormented the woman, using the plug to relax and loosen the muscles of her anus, until each time he pulled away the sub frantically twisted, trying to lift her hips, seemingly desperate for the penetration.
Beth understood the feeling. She’d been wet since watching the scene with Master Xavier and his sub, and her current view wasn’t doing anything to lessen the low burn of arousal. Her nipples were tight, making her aware of each breath she took.
When the plug was finally inserted, Beth had to bite back a moan that echoed the blonde’s, her own anus clenching in reaction to what she was seeing. Next a large silver egg was forced into the sub’s p*ssy
. With the woman’s squeals of pleasure ringing in Beth’s ears, she shifted her weight, trying to relive the throb in her own p*ssy
. Madame Cat rewarded her fidgeting with a sharp blow from the crop. Pleasure darted through Beth, and for one exciting moment she thought she might find release too, but then her Domme went back to her conversation.
The blonde’s Master had risen and taken a seat, propping his ankles on the sub’s hip. Another submissive footstool. He held a small control box, a wire leading from it to the egg buried deep in the sub’s wet, pink p*ssy
. He murmured something, then the girl started gasping and twitching, her toes curling, fingers grasping nothing but air.
Beth watched as the Dom leaned back in his seat, drink in hand, appearing relaxed and at ease, yet his eyes never left the sub, his fingers poised over the control box, adjusting it according to the sub’s reactions.
It was painfully simple to make comparisons between the blonde’s situation and her own. Beth wanted what the other girl had, but even as the sounds of female orgasm rose to impossible-to-ignore levels, Madame Cat was more focused on her conversation than on Beth. As Beth’s Mistress, that was her right, to use Beth in whatever way pleased her.
Rather than continue to watch, Beth closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sounds, hoping her arousal would fade. Eventually, it did.
Maybe it was time to give up this life. She’d thought BDSM would help her, but instead it just reinforced the fact that Beth would never be like other women. No one wanted to play with her, no one cared about her pleasure. She was as alone here as she was in the outside world.
Madame Cat had dropped hints that she might be leaving the club, or possibly moving out of LA. When she did, Beth would resign her membership. Though it would effectively mean giving up most human contact, alone might be better than feeling like this.
Bottling up her feelings, Beth settled in to the boredom of serving as a footstool and started working through calculus problems in her head.
*****
“Master Mikael.” James nodded to the older man as he closed his overnight bag into one of the lockers the Doms and Masters used.
“James.” Mikael scrubbed a towel over his head, then unselfconsciously dropped the towel around his waist and started dressing. It was just after noon on Friday a week after the checklist game announcement, and still early as far as the club’s patrons were concerned. Most people arrived between three and six pm on Friday nights and stayed until Sunday. Those with more flexible work schedules came on weekdays, though Las Palmas only had catered food in the dining room on the weekends.
James wondered idly what Mikael had been up to that he was showering at noon. Either it had been a long night or he’d gotten up early and already participated in a hot and sweaty scene. As one of three overseers of the club, Master Mikael was a force to be reckoned with. It was a testament to his personal authority that he was an undisputed leader among this group of powerful people.
When he’d finished pulling on pants, a shirt, and a vest, he turned to face James. “You’re here for your checklist game?”
“I am. Though I don’t know who I’m partnered with yet.”
“Ah, yes. We have something special for you.” Mikael smiled.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“Leo was going to do it, but since you’re here now…”
Mikael unlocked one of the doors marked “private” and disappeared inside, only to return a moment later holding another large envelope with the letter “C” on the front, and James’s name in the top corner.
“Join me?” Mikael gestured with the envelope and James followed him to the Doms’ Lounge, usually just called the Den. There were areas of the estate that were reserved for Doms and Masters and this was one of them. There were matching places where the subs relaxed away from the presence of the Doms.