THE LADIE'S CLUB She was your best friend, Beth Ann. She had asked, you had said yes....thoughtfully, but eagerly in your mind. She had known you a long time, you were comfortable with one another. She grew to know your body, your mind, your fantasies, your responses to her caresses. You were married, she was not. But her touch was unlike anything you had experienced with your husband, or any other man. She finally confessed to you that she was a member of a group...all women who enjoyed the touch and mindful explorations of other women. Some were married, some were not...that it was frankly sexual...no pretenses, no hidden agendas. Were you interested in meeting them, becoming a member? The group admitted one new member per year, and this time it was Beth Ann's turn. She had chosen you. The day arrived, and you were taken to the house, and placed in a bedroom to await the presentation. You were dressed in church clothes...prim blouse, matching skirt, heels...bra...panties...thigh highs.. you detested pantyhose and never wore them...you were wondering what to expect. Beth Ann had only told you to expect to be a sex object, and it could get pretty kinky. The only promise she had made to you was that you would not be scarred or injured in any way. That shouldn't be taken to mean that nothing they would do would hurt....just not injure you. Then it was time.....Beth Ann knocked at the door, and led you out. You stood in front of about ten ladies of varying ages...from about 25 to about 55. Beth Ann began by introducing you as Jean W., the candidate for membership for 1999. An older lady began by introducing herself (you didn't remember her name, time for names later) as the president of the club, and asked you if you realized the purpose of the club, and in order to become a member, you had to prove to the group that you were interested in their activities. You murmured softly ... yes, as you hung your head. You were told that you would be asked questions which you must answer truthfully, and would be used as a sex object. Did you understand. You again murmured ... yes. You realized you were nervous, and could feel the stiffening of your nipples and the wetness in your pussy as you spoke. The questions began. How long have you been married? ten years, you answered. Do you love your husband? yes, very much Do you like fucking your husband? yes Why are you here, then? because the touch of a woman is different. It's hard to explain. But I know I enjoy both, and I don't want to substitute one for the other. Does your husband know you like to have women? yes, he knows. And he doesn't mind. he says he doesn't, and I believe him. Do you play games with him? yes What kind of games? you flush with embarrassment...bondage games. Do you fuck around with other men, or just women? just one woman...Beth Ann...so far...no other men. do you want to fuck other men? I don't know...perhaps...if it were the right man. other women? you hang your head shamefully....yes. What do you like your husband to do to you when you fuck? you hesitate....should you answer truthfully?? you decide you should. I like him to suck my nipples really hard, to squeeze them really hard till I get tears in my eyes, to play with my pussy, stroking it, flicking my clit. C'mon girl!!! You're gonna have to do better than than!! Do you like to feel his fingers in your pussy, in your asshole? Do you like him to eat you out, stick his tongue in your pussy? What are you NOT telling us??? I-I-I like him to finger my asshole, and eat me out at the same time!! You are mortified...you never admitted that to anyone, not even to Beth Ann!!! And now you were talking to a group of strange women about your most sensitive secrets!! It's like you had no choice...you had agreed. Much better!!!! Now, what do you like him to do when you play bondage games?? You blush again! You knew what you liked, but to be made to tell them.....you took a deep breath.... I like him to tie me spread-eagle and torment me till I come. Torment you how. BE SPECIFIC!!! I'm losing my patience with you!! Her stern words shocked you, and you stammered again....I-I-like him to tickle me, pinch me, spank and crop my tits, put clips on my nipples and... and...you know...down there... DOWN WHERE??!! SAY IT!!! WHERE DO YOU LIKE THE CLAMPS??? On-on-m-my genitalia.... The room was full of giggles.... What do you think this is, a medical convention??!! Where do you like them??? O-on my pu-pussy!! You blushed again. Describe your pussy for us, Jean. In detail. This took you completely by surprise....you looked down as if to get a view, but knew you were still clothed. You had looked in the mirror a million times, but to put it into words...to a room full of strangers....AARRRGGGHHH!! Well, I'm not shaved, but I keep the hair very closely trimmed...he likes it that way....the inner lips stick out below my outer lips, and you can always see my clit peeking out. There is a little triangle at the top of my legs,, and my pussy is always visible through it, either in front or back. When I get excited, I make a lot of juices, and my clit swells up to nearly twice normal size, and gets REALLY sensitive. MUCH BETTER!!! Describe your tits now. Well, they are small, about 34 B, or 35 B, depending on the bra, very well formed, don't sag at all, and the nipples stick well out away from the tits, kinda like twin cones on twin cones....very pink!! VERY SENSITIVE!! You know you shouldn't be telling this, that you feel you will find it used somehow, but you also feel compelled..... Very good, Jean. Now strip for us, please, completely naked....and do it slowly, like you would do a striptease for your husband. The sternness of the command again takes you aback. STRIP! No one has ever seen you naked except for your husband and Beth Ann, and certainly not a roomful of strange women. You had expected to BE stripped and played with...you were looking forward to it...but to have to do it yourself....that added a new dimension to your humiliation!! Someone put on some jazzy music....music to strip by... and they watched you.....you wondered where to begin... You decided to begin with the blouse...so you started to do a little dance...moving your knees, wiggling your hips... not really all that seductively....unbuttoning one button, then another... Boy!! IS THAT THE WAY YOU DO IT FOR YOUR HUSBAND???!!! C'mon!! YOU CAN DO BETTER!! Startled again, you pick up the tempo, and begin to realize that you have their rapt attention....the blouse is pulled from your skirt, and all the buttons are undone. You slowly slide the blouse from your shoulders, and dance in your bra. Shoes are next...simply kicked off toward a far corner of the room....then your fingers play at the button holding the hem of your skirt, slowly unbuttoning it up the side....flashing leg higher and higher, until the only remaining button is the waistband, and suddenly, the skirt is in the floor, and you are dancing in bra, panties, thigh highs only. The room begins to clap in rhythm to the music, encouraging you to go on..... Your hands reach behind your back, and undo the eyehooks of your bra. You hold it on with first the right, then the left hand as you remove the straps from your shoulders, and slowly let it fall, tossing it to your shoes in the corner. Then you go to an ottoman, and sit on the edge, lifting first one leg, then the other, rolling the thigh highs down each leg, and they soon join the other clothes in the corner as well. You get back up and resume dancing....wanting to delay the inevitable as long as possible...you are wearing only your thong panties now. As you dance, you are aware of the sight you present....firm asscheeks and pert tits bouncing as you gyrate to the music. The cheers turn to jeers as they sense your delay...they shout PUSSY!! PUSSY!! WE WANT PUSSY!! and you flush in renewed embarrassment! You feel like a whore in a titty bar!! If they want a show, you'll give them a show!!! Slowly, your thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties, and they slide seductively down, down, down your hips. Just as they reach the top of your pubic hair, you turn away from the audience, wiggling your hips seductively as the thong strap snaps out from the crack of your ass, and moves to your knees, showing your pussy to the assembly from between your legs as you bend over to remove the panties from around your ankles and toss them into the corner. You turn around, one arm across your breasts, and the other hand over your pussy. The music stops, and so do you. PUT BOTH HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS!! You comply, blushing all over, or so it feels. You feel a little trickle of your pussy juice run down one leg...you hope no one notices..... WIDER!!! You comply. Come ON!!!! WIDER!!!! You comply again, but wonder how you will get them any wider if this is not enough...you are sure your pussy is gaping...... Come over here and lie on the ottoman for us, Jean, on your back, please. You go to the ottoman where you sat to remove your hose, and lie on your back. It is short. Your head is off one end, and your butt just barely is on the other edge. Let your head fall back, and spread your pussy lips for us. You die of embarrassment, but you comply. One pussy lip is held between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and you spread your pussy lips apart, showing your clit and inner walls clearly. Now get up and get on your hands and knees on the floor!! You comply again. Shoulders to the floor!! Ass in the air!! Get it up!! Spread your knees WIDE APART!!! You comply. You are certain that your blush will NEVER go away!!! Now, spread your asscheeks apart, and show us your asshole!! You hesitate, and feel someone swiftly give you two slaps on each asscheek before you can even think about it!! You fall forward on your stomach on the carpet, and instinctively bring your hands to your ass to rub the cheeks!!! Move your hands, and get that ass back up!! Show us your asshole!! NOW!!! This time you do not hesitate!! You spread your cheeks wide for all to see. Margie, you may examine her. You hear the snap of a rubber glove, and you know what is to come!! But you do not move....you feel the two fingers slide into your pussy, out and down, across your clit, and back into your pussy again....back and forth, in and out. You can't help but begin to respond, as much as it embarrasses you....your body just lets its reflexes take over, and a moan escapes your lips. Then, as the twin fingers work their way up and down, in and out, you feel the nudging of something...a thumb you guess... at the entrance to your ass, and before you can react, you feel it enter you to the knuckle, and you feel the beginnings of a warm climax begin to build.....and then it stops...!!!!! Tie her to the coffee table, you know how. Arms are over you, lifting you to your feet, carrying you across the room, on your back...arms bound down to the legs of the table, feet drawn back to your shoulders and tied to the same legs as your hands, another strap across your hips, holding them down to the table, and tied to the legs at the other end of the table. Your head again falls off the end of the table, and your ass is slightly in the air, but bound tightly so it can't move. You have never been so exposed, so vulnerable, so helpless so excited about what might happen. You are blindfolded. Jean, I want you to beg us to suck your clit and tits! You feel totally humiliated, but you hear yourself uttering, P-Please eat my pussy... p-please suck my clit and tits!! You feel a mouth begin to nibble at your clit, and stroke your slit up and down, nudging its way under the hood of the swollen nubbin, and back down. You feel a wet tongue slide into your vagina, flicking, driving you crazy with desire....and then you hear the next command... Jean, beg us to fuck you with the vibrator in your pussy and your ass. Unable to stop, you comply meekly, and you feel the huge dildo vibrator enter your cunt, and then it is turned on.....the sensation is dramatic...and then you feel the smaller one pushing through your anal sphincter up into you, and it too is turned on. Twin pillar filling you, vibrating you though both holes at once so that you think your teeth will shatter, and then you feel something totally unexpected.....!!!! When the pussy vibrator is pushed all the way in, another vibrator... probably an extension of some sort....hits you directly on the clit, and sends you into a new height of overwhelming excitement!!!! DO NOT CUM!!! The words cause you to lose some of your excitement, but the eager vibrators keep up their relentless attack on your pussy and ass and clit!!! Beg me to let you eat my cunt!! Now you felt complete humiliation!! You were tied to a table in front of a group of strange women. You had answered embarrassing questions about your sex life and body, had stripped voluntarily before them....seductively, allowed them to inspect your most sensitive recesses, and had now allowed them to use you as a sex plaything...BUT to BEG to eat another woman's pussy in front of the group!!!! You had only done that in private with Beth Ann. You could only imagine her watching, blushing with you ... but you know you have no choice.... P-Please, may I eat your cunt?? You hear the rustle of someone getting to their knees, and you feel the moist hairs of a woman's slit cover your mouth and nose. You move so that you can breathe, and begin lapping vigorously, as you again feel the warmth of sex slowly begin to take over your senses... JEAN!! YOU MUST MAKE HER CUM BEFORE YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CUM!! IF YOU CUM FIRST, YOU WILL BE WHIPPED ON YOUR PUSSY!! You have no doubt that she isn't bluffing, and you do your best to quell the rising tide in your, and concentrate on your task at hand....or tongue. You suck the nub, slide your tongue up and down the slit, swirl it around and inside the hood of the clit, and you hear her breathing quicken, but you know it is useless in the end....the vibrators are unrelenting...and, even though she is near, you are nearer, and before you know it, you are bucking uncontrollably in your bonds, having one, then, two, then three shattering climaxes, totally ignoring your other task.... So be it, then, Jean....we will flog your pussy with the short whip until you make her cum!! There is no wait....you try to protest...to tell her you are FAR too sensitive down there...but there is no time...You feel the first sting of the flogger on your right labia, then the left, your noises are smothered by a wet pussy and the musky odor...and you know you have no choice but to resume. The flogging continues....and the pain is nearly unbearable....the third strike hits you squarely in the slit, across your clit, and moist center...and your tongue whips into a frenzy of renewed activity. The flogging continues for what seems like an agonizing eternity, until you at last hear the gasps and moans of pleasure escaping from your charge's mouth, and feel the unmistakable shuddering of a climax. And everything stops, and you are released. Congratulations, Jean. You are a new member. Don't feel that you will be the subject each time. The responsibility rotates, and there is a new initiate each year, also. So you will be on the giving end far more than the receiving end. You may, however request to receive at any time you wish. You wonder silently to yourself what they will do to you next month when you request to receive?? Beth Ann looks into your eyes and knows immediately what you are thinking, and smiles.