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Warning: Erotic story containing BDSM elements. Very different from my usual stories. This was your last warning.

1. The Club

"You want me to go with you to a fetish club?" I asked.

You explained: "Yes, that was the idea. The entry fees are a bit steep at those clubs for a man alone. But if we would go as a couple...."

"A fetish club... are we supposed to dress up?"

"Yeah, but no problem there. I have all we would need. You could go as dominatrix and I as your slave."

I wondered about the implications of you possessing a dominatrix outfit in my size and all, but the idea started to please me. "Sounds good," I admitted, "show me!"

* * *

That's how it started and that's how I found myself that Friday night dressed in leather. Pretty short skirt. Leather halter bikini top. And some gorgeous high heeled boots. When dressing in that outfit, I felt myself change: Sue became Lady Susana.

My slave's outfit wasn't bad either. Really BDSMish. You had selected for yourself a harness made only of leather straps and metal rings. A rather small jog strap concealed the essential.

"I'll drive," I announced.

"You don't know where it is," you objected.

"I'll drive," I repeated, "as you will be sitting handcuffed in the passenger seat."

I saw that you wanted to object, but then think the better of it. Good, you were learning.

"OK Sue."

"That's Mistress for you," I corrected, "and Lady Susana."

You answered with a big smile: "Yes, Lady Susana."

* * *

Pandora's Box was located in a small street off 7th Avenue. An impressive metal door in an otherwise windowless wall. A small illuminated sign, saying BDSM Club, was the only indication. Blink and you miss it. A gorilla stepped aside and opened the door for us. The plush and wealthy looking interior made for a nice contrast with the austere outside.

"It seems to me that we have arrived, slave." I pulled on the chain hanging down from your collar. A girl smiled to us. She was sparsely dressed in clothes resembling mine, but covering even less skin.

"Couple?" she asked, "that will be $100." I am not sure I really want to know what sum exactly they charge single men...

"Pay her, Paul," I ordered.

"You will need a mask, Ma'am," the girl said, "House rules. And your slave will have to be gagged."

I liked that. I wondered if you'd known this in advance? The woman showed me a collection of masks and I took a simple, small black mask that just covered my eyes. For you I chose a blue ball gag of the same color as your eyes. Not too big, the evening was still young. Obediently you opened your mouth and I buckled the silencer in place.

"Good! Men must be seen, but not heard."

The girl pulled away a curtain and showed is in.

"Lady Susana and slave Paul," she announced.

2.Opening the Box

I'd never been to a BDSM club before, so I didn't really know what to expect. At first sight, the interior wasn't very different from that of a night club or a pole dance club.

There was one big center stage and three smaller ones on the side opposite to us. One of the smaller stages did indeed have a pole, but on the others I recognized a bondage cross, some benches, and stocks. Only part of the equipment was being used: a girl was attached, spread eagle, to the cross while a man was draped over a spanking bench. Both the man and the girl were kept busy, so to speak.

To the left was a bar area, but it was fairly empty. Tables and seats were scattered all over the place and those were well occupied, especially around the stages in use.

I saw you take it all in and I wondered whether you'd come for this?

"Do you like what you see?" You nodded eagerly.

I didn't ask the obvious next question, letting you wait.

A waitress came over from the bar: "Do you want something to drink, Ma'am?"

"A glass of red wine, please."

When I was served, I moved over to one of the tables close to one of the empty stages, making you follow behind me.  Just at that moment a couple made their way onto the stage. The woman, a short haired brunette, was stripped to her bare skin. She took place in the center of the stage, her back to us. The man gently placed a blindfold over her eyes. He took her hands one at a time and raised them above her head. Cuffs were attached around her wrists, they were hooked to the ends of a bar that was hanging from the ceiling on a chain.

The man whispered in the woman's ear. His hands wandered off caressing the front of her body. Her soft breathing began to deepen. The caresses were gentle, but at times I saw the man pinching her nipples and pulling roughly on them. The girl moaned as the hands continued to caress her. But on occasion he would take them away from her skin, before bringing them back to her body, causing her to whimper longingly for their warmth.

The man put his hand in his pocket. It came out holding a few objects, that I recognized as clothespins. He whispered again in the women's ear and she nodded eagerly. The man continued caressing the brunette between her legs. He stopped, and was rewarded by a moan of deep desire.

Her tits jerked slightly as he closed the padded ends of the clothespins on each nipple. She uttered a small groan of pain or surprise.

At that moment a man came over to us, asking: "Lady Susana, will you be using the  stage that you reserved at ten?"

Surprised I looked at you, saw you nod almost imperceptibly. Had you reserved that stage?

I wasn't happy that you had done this behind my back, but then again, why not? I could even take my revenge of having been taPaul out here...

"OK then, my pet," I said, "let's get up there."

3.Pandora's claws

We climbed a few stairs up the empty stage. I felt my feet starting to ache because of the high heeled shoes. I reached down to take them off, but then I changed my mind.

"Get on your knees, slave."

You knelt quickly, not knowing what would come next, but eager to find out.

"Take off my shoes," I ordered. I unbuckled the ball gag. I saw you exercising your jaws and wondered if you'd ever been wearing one before? They do need some getting used too!

You wanted to turn around and use your handcuffed hands, but I said quickly: "No! Use your teeth!"

Interesting exercise. You managed quickly to get your teeth around the leather of the ankle strap of my left shoe and phew, was I relieved to get rid of it. But the right shoe gave you big trouble. It wasn't strapped any tighter than the other one, so I presumed that my rubbing against your cheek with my other foot... was somehow distracting you.

"Focus Paul, watch what you are doing!"

After a while you succeeded in liberating my right foot as well.

"That was awfully slow, Paul. I am not very happy with the way you serve me!"

I pulled at your leash in the direction of the spanking bench that was bolted to the floor in the center of the stage.

"Bend over at the waist."

The bench was a simple contraption, consisting of a leather padded surface of 1 by 2 feet on four legs. I pushed you against the shorter end and proceeded quickly to strap your legs to the legs of the bench, using the leather straps that hung there for that purpose. I uncuffed your hands and with the aid of two more straps I bound your arms to the two other legs.

"Are you OK? Nice and comfy?"

You nodded, slightly worried, fearful to speak, although I had replaced the gag yet. Well, that had been your last chance to do so, as I buckled the blue ball back in place.

"If you want to stop... hum the Star-Spangled banner." Did that order confuse you, or did you realize that I offered you a quick way out?

I selected a soft suede flogger consisting of a dozen straps attached to a handle. I tried it in the air, making a whizzing sound. I saw you flinch, but I wondered of this flogger would provide enough "thud" on you exposed buttocks.

I lifted my arm let the flogger come down on you butt. Again and again. I tried to hit not too hard, lifting my arm high, but holding back my force on the down stroke. I was rewarded by the reddening of your skin, but you didn't seem to suffer too much.

Lifting my arm, down stroke, lifting...

"You don't do that in the correct way," a woman remarked. She was sitting all by herself close to the stage, and had been watching us.

4.Pandora's lesson

I interrupted the whipping, silently happy with the interruption as my arm was tiring quickly. "What do you mean?"

"Too much effort. You shouldn't lift your arm every time, but make a circular motion. From left to right and from right to left. That way the downward stroke helps to get you arm back up. Less effort."

That made sense and I tried it her way. Left to right and back, every time caressing you buttocks with the flogger.

"Better," the women said. "Now, try to aim at his sweet spot."

"The sweet spot, what's that?" I asked.

"Hit him where the curve of his ass meets the top of the thigh." She sounded impatient now, like a teacher with an unwilling student.

I lowered my aim somewhat. For the first time you started to make noises. Apparently this region of your skin was more sensitive.

"Watch the reactions of your sub," my mystery teacher advised. I looked at her again. She was wearing a long black dress with shoulder straps and cleavage. As she was sitting with her legs crossed I could see that her heels were substantially higher than my own. And spikier as well.

"What are you trying to achieve?" she asked.

"Achieve?" I knew I sounded silly, but I hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about.

"Why are you beating him? Does he wants his limits tested? Or rather a sensual massage? Or maybe beat him to a pulp?"

I knew she was now being sarcastic, so I countered by using one of the few BDSM words I knew: "I, umm, I want to take him into subspace."

She showed her teeth, but the smile was feline rather than friendly. "Subspace? You know of course how to do that?"

I didn't, obviously, and she knew I didn't. I thought it wiser to retreat and take my losses. "Not really no. Can you show me?"

The smile became wider. The cat observing a mouse. "Show you... yes, I could show you."

She stood up, unfolding from the chair in one smooth movement. Gracious, slow and definitely panther-like. When she came up the stage I handed her the flogger and stepped aside.

"Come back girl," she ordered, "I think it's better, that I show it on you."

Her voice had changed slightly, had become deeper. Her eyes locked on mine. I took a step forward.

"Stick out your hands." I obeyed, I wanted to resist her, but those beautiful dark eyes didn't let me. Large leather cuffs closed around my wrists, made my arms rise in the air.

"Spread your legs." Another set of shackles appeared around my ankles. She moved closer, started to fondle my breasts, pushed my skirt up, exposing my buttocks. I gasped.

"People call me Pandora," she whispered in my ear. "And I have a lot to teach you."

When her flogger connected with my ass, I knew that I wanted to learn.

Description
Warning: Erotic story containing BDSM elements. Very different from my usual stories. This was your last warning.

1. The Club

"You want me to go with you to a fetish club?" I asked.

You explained: "Yes, that was the idea. The entry fees are a bit steep at those clubs for a man alone. But if we would go as a couple...."

"A fetish club... are we supposed to dress up?"

"Yeah, but no problem there. I have all we would need. You could go as dominatrix and I as your slave."

I wondered about the implications of you possessing a dominatrix outfit in my size and all, but the idea started to please me. "Sounds good," I admitted, "show me!"

* * *

That's how it started and that's how I found myself that Friday night dressed in leather. Pretty short skirt. Leather halter bikini top. And some gorgeous high heeled boots. When dressing in that outfit, I felt myself change: Sue became Lady Susana.

My slave's outfit wasn't bad either. Really BDSMish. You had selected for yourself a harness made only of leather straps and metal rings. A rather small jog strap concealed the essential.

"I'll drive," I announced.

"You don't know where it is," you objected.

"I'll drive," I repeated, "as you will be sitting handcuffed in the passenger seat."

I saw that you wanted to object, but then think the better of it. Good, you were learning.

"OK Sue."

"That's Mistress for you," I corrected, "and Lady Susana."

You answered with a big smile: "Yes, Lady Susana."

* * *

Pandora's Box was located in a small street off 7th Avenue. An impressive metal door in an otherwise windowless wall. A small illuminated sign, saying BDSM Club, was the only indication. Blink and you miss it. A gorilla stepped aside and opened the door for us. The plush and wealthy looking interior made for a nice contrast with the austere outside.

"It seems to me that we have arrived, slave." I pulled on the chain hanging down from your collar. A girl smiled to us. She was sparsely dressed in clothes resembling mine, but covering even less skin.

"Couple?" she asked, "that will be $100." I am not sure I really want to know what sum exactly they charge single men...

"Pay her, Paul," I ordered.

"You will need a mask, Ma'am," the girl said, "House rules. And your slave will have to be gagged."

I liked that. I wondered if you'd known this in advance? The woman showed me a collection of masks and I took a simple, small black mask that just covered my eyes. For you I chose a blue ball gag of the same color as your eyes. Not too big, the evening was still young. Obediently you opened your mouth and I buckled the silencer in place.

"Good! Men must be seen, but not heard."

The girl pulled away a curtain and showed is in.

"Lady Susana and slave Paul," she announced.

2.Opening the Box

I'd never been to a BDSM club before, so I didn't really know what to expect. At first sight, the interior wasn't very different from that of a night club or a pole dance club.

There was one big center stage and three smaller ones on the side opposite to us. One of the smaller stages did indeed have a pole, but on the others I recognized a bondage cross, some benches, and stocks. Only part of the equipment was being used: a girl was attached, spread eagle, to the cross while a man was draped over a spanking bench. Both the man and the girl were kept busy, so to speak.

To the left was a bar area, but it was fairly empty. Tables and seats were scattered all over the place and those were well occupied, especially around the stages in use.

I saw you take it all in and I wondered whether you'd come for this?

"Do you like what you see?" You nodded eagerly.

I didn't ask the obvious next question, letting you wait.

A waitress came over from the bar: "Do you want something to drink, Ma'am?"

"A glass of red wine, please."

When I was served, I moved over to one of the tables close to one of the empty stages, making you follow behind me.  Just at that moment a couple made their way onto the stage. The woman, a short haired brunette, was stripped to her bare skin. She took place in the center of the stage, her back to us. The man gently placed a blindfold over her eyes. He took her hands one at a time and raised them above her head. Cuffs were attached around her wrists, they were hooked to the ends of a bar that was hanging from the ceiling on a chain.

The man whispered in the woman's ear. His hands wandered off caressing the front of her body. Her soft breathing began to deepen. The caresses were gentle, but at times I saw the man pinching her nipples and pulling roughly on them. The girl moaned as the hands continued to caress her. But on occasion he would take them away from her skin, before bringing them back to her body, causing her to whimper longingly for their warmth.

The man put his hand in his pocket. It came out holding a few objects, that I recognized as clothespins. He whispered again in the women's ear and she nodded eagerly. The man continued caressing the brunette between her legs. He stopped, and was rewarded by a moan of deep desire.

Her tits jerked slightly as he closed the padded ends of the clothespins on each nipple. She uttered a small groan of pain or surprise.

At that moment a man came over to us, asking: "Lady Susana, will you be using the  stage that you reserved at ten?"

Surprised I looked at you, saw you nod almost imperceptibly. Had you reserved that stage?

I wasn't happy that you had done this behind my back, but then again, why not? I could even take my revenge of having been taPaul out here...

"OK then, my pet," I said, "let's get up there."

3.Pandora's claws

We climbed a few stairs up the empty stage. I felt my feet starting to ache because of the high heeled shoes. I reached down to take them off, but then I changed my mind.

"Get on your knees, slave."

You knelt quickly, not knowing what would come next, but eager to find out.

"Take off my shoes," I ordered. I unbuckled the ball gag. I saw you exercising your jaws and wondered if you'd ever been wearing one before? They do need some getting used too!

You wanted to turn around and use your handcuffed hands, but I said quickly: "No! Use your teeth!"

Interesting exercise. You managed quickly to get your teeth around the leather of the ankle strap of my left shoe and phew, was I relieved to get rid of it. But the right shoe gave you big trouble. It wasn't strapped any tighter than the other one, so I presumed that my rubbing against your cheek with my other foot... was somehow distracting you.

"Focus Paul, watch what you are doing!"

After a while you succeeded in liberating my right foot as well.

"That was awfully slow, Paul. I am not very happy with the way you serve me!"

I pulled at your leash in the direction of the spanking bench that was bolted to the floor in the center of the stage.

"Bend over at the waist."

The bench was a simple contraption, consisting of a leather padded surface of 1 by 2 feet on four legs. I pushed you against the shorter end and proceeded quickly to strap your legs to the legs of the bench, using the leather straps that hung there for that purpose. I uncuffed your hands and with the aid of two more straps I bound your arms to the two other legs.

"Are you OK? Nice and comfy?"

You nodded, slightly worried, fearful to speak, although I had replaced the gag yet. Well, that had been your last chance to do so, as I buckled the blue ball back in place.

"If you want to stop... hum the Star-Spangled banner." Did that order confuse you, or did you realize that I offered you a quick way out?

I selected a soft suede flogger consisting of a dozen straps attached to a handle. I tried it in the air, making a whizzing sound. I saw you flinch, but I wondered of this flogger would provide enough "thud" on you exposed buttocks.

I lifted my arm let the flogger come down on you butt. Again and again. I tried to hit not too hard, lifting my arm high, but holding back my force on the down stroke. I was rewarded by the reddening of your skin, but you didn't seem to suffer too much.

Lifting my arm, down stroke, lifting...

"You don't do that in the correct way," a woman remarked. She was sitting all by herself close to the stage, and had been watching us.

4.Pandora's lesson

I interrupted the whipping, silently happy with the interruption as my arm was tiring quickly. "What do you mean?"

"Too much effort. You shouldn't lift your arm every time, but make a circular motion. From left to right and from right to left. That way the downward stroke helps to get you arm back up. Less effort."

That made sense and I tried it her way. Left to right and back, every time caressing you buttocks with the flogger.

"Better," the women said. "Now, try to aim at his sweet spot."

"The sweet spot, what's that?" I asked.

"Hit him where the curve of his ass meets the top of the thigh." She sounded impatient now, like a teacher with an unwilling student.

I lowered my aim somewhat. For the first time you started to make noises. Apparently this region of your skin was more sensitive.

"Watch the reactions of your sub," my mystery teacher advised. I looked at her again. She was wearing a long black dress with shoulder straps and cleavage. As she was sitting with her legs crossed I could see that her heels were substantially higher than my own. And spikier as well.

"What are you trying to achieve?" she asked.

"Achieve?" I knew I sounded silly, but I hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about.

"Why are you beating him? Does he wants his limits tested? Or rather a sensual massage? Or maybe beat him to a pulp?"

I knew she was now being sarcastic, so I countered by using one of the few BDSM words I knew: "I, umm, I want to take him into subspace."

She showed her teeth, but the smile was feline rather than friendly. "Subspace? You know of course how to do that?"

I didn't, obviously, and she knew I didn't. I thought it wiser to retreat and take my losses. "Not really no. Can you show me?"

The smile became wider. The cat observing a mouse. "Show you... yes, I could show you."

She stood up, unfolding from the chair in one smooth movement. Gracious, slow and definitely panther-like. When she came up the stage I handed her the flogger and stepped aside.

"Come back girl," she ordered, "I think it's better, that I show it on you."

Her voice had changed slightly, had become deeper. Her eyes locked on mine. I took a step forward.

"Stick out your hands." I obeyed, I wanted to resist her, but those beautiful dark eyes didn't let me. Large leather cuffs closed around my wrists, made my arms rise in the air.

"Spread your legs." Another set of shackles appeared around my ankles. She moved closer, started to fondle my breasts, pushed my skirt up, exposing my buttocks. I gasped.

"People call me Pandora," she whispered in my ear. "And I have a lot to teach you."

When her flogger connected with my ass, I knew that I wanted to learn.