Dear Diary,
After our amazing night of BDSM with my girlfriends, Victor and I have started to truly embrace our dominant and submissive sides. I, of course, have taken the dominant role in the relationship and I have never felt more at home in my own body. I finally feel empowered and in control like I never have before, it’s like we both know our place and we embrace every second of exploring this new place in our relationship.
A few days ago a friend of mine told me about the club that she and her husband have been going to. This isn’t just a dance club, this was a lifestyle club for swingers. I was intrigued. She told me all about the clubs many amenities including several private bedrooms, open orgy rooms with mattresses on the floor, dance floor, and, the part that caught my attention, was the BDSM room. My ears perked when she mentioned this, I immediately knew this was something we had to be a part of.
I spent that night remembering our day at the spa, the night of my birthday party, the rush of fucking in public and how much I wanted to experience something like that again. I texted my friend and told her to sign us up. That weekend we were on the guest list and I told Victor what I had been planning. He was surprised and apprehensive. Of all the things we had done and chances we had taken, openly having sex in front of a club of a hundred strangers was a foreign idea to him.
I stood at my vanity mirror applying my jet black eyeliner as Victor came into the room. I told him excitedly what I had planned for us that evening and his calm expression quickly turned to shock.
“But, I mean…a sex club? That’s a little extreme isn’t it? Like, those places are really intense!” He protested. I looked up from my mirror and turned to face him. I reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him gently closer to me with a playful grin on my face. When he was pressed close to my chest I grabbed him by the back of the neck and stared commandingly into his eyes. His breath became quick and I felt him shiver under my palm.
“Oh puppy, I am so sorry that I gave you the impression that you had any say in the matter. We are going, and you’re going to watch as all eyes are on us as I whip you into submission.” He shuddered again and his soft, submissive voice echoed in my ear.
“Y-Yes, Mommy.”
The drive to the club was fairly quiet, Victor wrung his hands nervously and stared out the window. I let him calm himself, and, when we reached the club, he took a deep breath before getting out of the car. We held hands as we entered and, the moment we stepped inside the door, we marveled at the set-up.
The club was a repurposed two-story house. The entrance was grand and elaborate, a small desk set up to the right of the door where a woman took our names and gave us our locker key. To our left a spiral staircase led upstairs to the many open and private play rooms available to guests. But I knew exactly where I wanted to go. The BDSM room. I took Victor’s hand and led him through the house. We made our way through the crowded halls, dodging half-naked and costumed guests rubbing against each other as we passed. I stared, fascinated at the elaborate costumes. One woman wore a white negligee with white lace panties. She had on shiny white heels and in her hair she wore a colourful unicorn horn headband with sparkling streamers running down her hair. Unicorn, clever. Another woman wore a red sheer bodysuit and nothing else, her ample breasts stretched the fabric and her entire body underneath was clearly visible. Men and women alike walked around in tiny undergarments, silly and sexy costumes, and some wore nothing at all as they flirted and groped their way through the party.
We finally found our way to the locker room and began to undress. I could see that Victor was nervous but the sight of these beautiful women wearing next to nothing seemed to be catching his attention. I was ready to remind him of who he belonged to as I stripped off my dress to reveal my costume for the night.
My body was wrapped in a black corset, cinched so tight that I could barely breath. The fabric was soft and black lace flowers covered the stiff boning around my torso. My breasts were pushed up into two perfectly round mounds below my chin. My black thong clung to my curves, barely visible, and my fishnet stockings climbed down my smooth legs finally ending in a pair of royal purple pumps. My fingernails were decorated in purple to match my shoes, with tiny black jewels adorning the tips. I swept my thick curls over my shoulder, revealing my face and my thick, black, cat-like eyes. My lips were welcoming, blood red and glistening in the dim light. I was a Mistress on the prowl, and I had prey in my sights.
Victor stared at me, his tight white boxer-briefs hugging his innocent little body. No woman at that party, or, for that matter, on earth, could have taken his attention from me in that moment. His heart was racing, I could practically hear it across the room. He looked me up and down and in that moment he gave in. Victor dropped to his knees, never breaking eye contact, and gave himself to me.
“Mommy…” He choked, swallowing his nerves and offering himself to me. “Mommy, I’m yours. Do what you want with me I won’t resist.” There it was. That voice, that soft submissive voice that I craved. I wouldn’t waste this night, I would take my baby boy and turn him into a proper slave.
I reached into the locker and dug into my purse, pulling out a red leather collar with a leash attached. I wrapped the collar around my sweet boys neck and fastened it tight. I held the leash by the end and pulled gently on it, just to give him a taste. He resisted a bit and my expression became more stern. I wrapped the leash tight around my fist and yanked so hard that he tipped forward towards me, yelping like a disciplined dog. My loins tingled and he immediately looked up at me with his puppy dog eyes and bowed. My good boy was learning quickly.
When our locker was packed full and we were dressed to impress, I led Victor out into the party by his leash, my loyal dog following close behind me. I walked through the hall, Victor in tow, grinning at all the beautiful people who wished they could have my sweet boy. But nobody could have him, not unless I wanted it. He was all mine and everybody who saw us knew. Victors hot breath grew rapid on the back of my neck as he followed closely. We weaved through kissing couples and women groping women. A tall dark man with a massive cock leaned against a wall while a small, pale red headed woman knelt in front of him and sucked him off. We passed by all sorts of costumes and people, looking into the dance floor as we went by. Couples grinding naked on the dance floor and oral sex on every couch around the room. Strobe lights and lasers and fog machines created a club-like atmosphere all around as the music echoed through the cavernous room. We passed by the door and continued down the hall, Victor practically panting behind me as I held his leash over my shoulder. A little ways down the hall, we had reached our destination: “the Inferno.”
A dimly lit room with a red glow and black walls all around. To the right of the entrance was a large mattress set against the wall, straight ahead, a black sex swing hung from the ceiling with sheer black curtains all around it. To the left of the door, another mattress pushed into the corner of the room surrounded by sheer black curtains. Next to this bed, the St. Andrews cross stood tall and menacing, a rack of torture tools hanging behind the wall. Whips, riding crops, cat o’ nine tails, gags, blindfolds – everything you could imagine to turn a sub into the perfect whimpering, little slave. In the far corner of the room a third mattress was laid out and between the mattress and the St. Andrews cross was a gyno table with steel stirrups extended outward. The entire room had a dark ambiance, with the glowing red light blanketing the room and the black curtains waving back and forth hauntingly.
“Mommy…” Victor whispered behind me, his voice soft as if he was trying not to disturb the silence in the room. “This, this is intense. I-I’m kind of scared.” His breath was shallow and I could sense his reservations about this next step in our relationship. I could also sense his growing erection twitching and poking me from behind. I smirked at him over my shoulder and looked at him with my teasingly sympathetic eyes. I stepped into the empty room, dragging Victor along at my side as he shuffled in, taking in the essence of the room.
“Hmmm, now, where shall we start.” I asked rhetorically, pulling Victor to the St. Andrews Cross. I released his leash, letting it hang idly around his neck as I walked around the cross. I stroked the soft leather and batted playful at the dangling metal cuffs that hung from the top of each arm. I teased Victor and made him stand and suffer, watching and waiting for his inevitable capture. As I lifted my hand up and ushered him over to the cross, he didn’t hesitate and walked over as instructed. I had him place his arms up on the cross, wrists positioned into the metal cuffs as I fastened them tight around his wrists.
“Mommy, it’s so tight.” He complained. I shot him a look and he immediately corrected himself. “Thank you, Mommy, I deserve the discomfort!”
He was learning so quickly.
I strapped him to the cross, facing out into the room and teased his chest with my sharp fingernails. I walked around him, heels clicking on the hard floor with each step that I took.
*Click. Click. Click.*
Every clack that echoed through the room made Victor wince. I loved seeing this side of him. The frightened child that awaited his Mistress’ painful play.
“Do you know what you are here for, puppy?” I asked, taking slow and steady steps towards the rack of toys. I heard no response from Victor. “You, my sweet little boy, are here to please your Mistress.” My hands ran down the rack, feeling the variety of smooth leathers, metal studs and hard rubber. My fingers were drawn to the long black riding crop at the top of the collection. I grasped it in my fist and lifted it from the rack, admiring the flat leather head and the long thin handle.
“Perfect.” Victor’s head turned, straining to look back and see what I was doing. I walked around the cross again, standing face-to-face with my boy and wielding a new toy. He began to breath heavily, staring at my hands as I gripped the riding crop and slowly, menacingly slapped it against one hand. I dragged the edge of the riding crop down his chest and tickled his stomach with the leather. My wicked grin followed a smooth, quick motion – I raised the riding crop up and brought it down, connecting with Victor’s left thigh. He flinched slightly in surprise but didn’t make a sound. My smile widened, so happy with my good boy for taking his pain like a proper man. But that wasn’t enough, I wanted him to have to work for it.
I raised the riding crop again and smacked his right thigh, harder this time. He winced again but held his tongue. Now, was time for the real torture. I slapped his ribs on his left side three times, hard.
*Smack, smack, smack.*
Quick and strong the leather stung his flesh and he cried out like a wounded puppy yelping with each strike. I giggled.
“Ooh, puppy slipped up! Well now Mommy will have to punish my sweet little boy now won’t I?” Victors eyes widened but he nodded obediently. I pulled my phone out of my cleavage and tapped away at the screen. Within a few minutes, Lydia came through the door of the Inferno. Her long legs and slim body were hugged by a skin tight latex bodysuit. The red fabric was practically painted onto her skin and her shiny red platform heels made her look even taller. She tented her fingers, her long, blood red fingernails clicking together as she glared at me. Her glistening red hair was pulled back tight into a neat bun, black chopsticks sticking out of her updo. Her lips crimson lips sealed the look as she stared out at Victor behind thick black eyelashes.
She swaggered into the room and walked around the St. Andrews Cross to a small table with two drawers that sat beside the far mattress. She reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a small pink butt plug and a huge thick purple dildo. She grabbed a bottle of lube from the table as well and after closing the drawer she crawled under the St. Andrews Cross between Victors legs. He could feel her sitting between his legs and he strained to look down at her, his wrists holding him back. She pulled his boxers down around his knees and groped at his firm young ass, teasing him with her fingernails and kissing the back of his thighs. Victor looked up at me, nervous and tense.
“I told you, puppy. Time for your punishment.” I snickered, slapping the riding crop against my hand. Lydia squirted a generous glob of lube onto the butt plug and, without warning, she spread Victor’s cheeks and pressed the tip against his tensed hole. He jumped slightly, but he caught my demanding glare and relaxed as she slid it farther into his ass. He shifted slightly, the feeling of the toy tickling him inside. He kept silent but wriggled a bit as she popped the plug in and out, moving quicker and quicker, twisting and pulling at the plug as his breathing got heavy.
Just as he started to get used to the feeling of the plaything inside him, his attention was distracted and his eyes shot towards the door. I looked over to see a group of four people enter the Inferno. One woman and three men made their way to the mattress to the right of the door. As they all touched and groped each other, the woman peeled her panties off and climbed onto the bed, knelt on her hands and knees, facing us. Victor looked back and forth at me and the group – he was clearly nervous about other people being in the room. This was my heaven. He began to struggle a little and look at me with pleading eyes, shying away and bowing his head as the group looked over at his filled ass. He looked so embarrassed, ashamed to be seen while being violated. It was perfect.
The girl smiled at him. One of the men pulled his boxers off and got behind her, warming her up for what would be a spectacular fucking. The second man whipped his long dick out and grabbed the woman by her hair, slipping his erect cock into her mouth; she never broke eye contact with Victor. Lydia carefully pulled the butt plug out of Victor’s ass and gave him a short break. Victor watched as the third man also pulled his member from his shorts and began to slap it against the woman’s face, reaching down and playing with her penduling breasts. Just as the first man slid himself into the woman’s ass, so did Lydia push the giant purple dildo, lubed and slippery, into Victor’s unexpecting hole.
“Oh, fuck!” He cried out instinctively. The foursome all turned to see him, dildo hanging out of his clenched ass and Lydia looking up at him, giggling. His face turned bright red, even under the scarlet lights of the dungeon. His eyes begged me for mercy and he shamefully looked around the room – all the people staring and judging him. Lydia teased and tormented him, sliding the huge dildo in and out, twisting and wiggling it inside him. His expression changed, a look of painful and shameful pleasure passed over his face as he squirmed and shuddered. He yelped and moaned, trying to suppress his erection but it was all too clear that he loved it.
“Louder.” I commanded, my riding crop dangling from my fingertips. Victor suppressed his groaning, embarrassed to draw attention to his pleasurable humiliation. I raised the riding crop and brought it down across his face. He whimpered, but I made my demand again. “Louder!”
“Y-Yes! God, Mommy, yes!” He cried out. But it wasn’t good enough. I hurried around the cross that held my sweet, innocent boy and replaced the riding crop in my hand with a cat o’ nine tails. I rounded the cross again and I saw that Victors cries of pain and pleasure had drawn a crowd. There stood at the door two women and three men, watching and enjoying my puppy’s humiliation. He stared at them, the dildo penetrating his raw, lubed asshole. His face looked hot, blood filling his cheeks, and his eyes tearing up. But there was something in his eyes that I loved. A joy, perhaps. A love for what was happening to him. His erection made it obvious that he was enjoying the shame and pain. The pre-cum dripping from his engorged rod was all the truth I needed.
“Louder, Puppy.” I ordered again, my voice soft but strict. Victor started again, louder and more desperate than ever. “Mommy! Mommy, my ass hurts! It feels so good, I-I’m afraid!” My panties were completely soaked, and I could feel juices dripping down my inner thighs. His voice rang beautifully in my ears.
“Mm, fuck. Don’t you dare stop!” I screamed raising my cat o’ nine tails over my head. Victor looked back at the group in the doorway, the men jerking themselves and the women groping each other as they watched. He turned back to me, eyes begging and body squirming.
“Mom, please…” I brought the toy down in one smooth motion and cracked it across his chest, hard. He yelped in pain and gave me what I wanted for fear of further punishment.
“Ahh! Oh, shit, okay, fuck! Mommy! It does, it feels amazing! Aah-” he pulled at his restraints and his mouth fell agape as Lydia rammed the dildo so far up his ass he could practically taste it. I saw his legs shake and his cock drip and I could tell that he was close to climax. I had to use this opportunity to make him suffer even more. I knew that a shameful orgasm would be so glorious, I couldn’t let him orgasm without knowing who he belonged to.
“You are my puppy, Victor.” I said, matter of factly. He nodded. “You are mine!”
“YES!” His desperate cry was exactly what I wanted to hear; he was broken. “YES! Mommy! I’m yours, holy shit! I-I need to cum! I need to cum with this fat dildo up my ass just for you, Mommy! I can’t believe this is happening, I’ve never cum like this before, please. Please let me! I want to be the dirtiest little slut just for you!” Everyone in the room stopped to watch my sweet baby boy beg and shake in his restraints, his cock oozing and his ass so full the dildo could go no further. I wanted to see it. I needed to watch my son have the most intense orgasm of his life, in front of all these people staring and whispering. I wanted him to experience his first prostate orgasm, and I needed to feel it on me as he sprayed. I lay down on the floor in front and underneath Victor and spread my legs, showing him my gushing cunt. I began to massage my clitoris, I was so sensitive and ready that I barely had to touch myself – my panties slid around my moist lips as I rubbed my swollen clit.
“Shit, shit, shit, Mommy! Mommy I cant hold it anymore! Please!” He pleaded, his entire body twitching. I looked up at him, the muscles in his neck tight, the veins in his pinned arms bulging, his jaw open wide as he tried to contain a bestial scream. My hand was almost vibrating back and forth as I played with myself, and I quickly reached my own climax as Victor begged for release. I waited as long as I could, enjoying the desperate expression on his pained face until even I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
“Cum!” I squealed, as my hips humped the air below Victor’s cock. I gyrated on the ground while Victor shook and convulsed with me, with Lydia ramming his ass with the dildo until he exploded. “Cum for your Mommy, my good boy!”
Victor screamed like he was cumming for the first time in years and his cock shot long thick streams of cum all over me. His juices draped across my body, coating my thighs and soaking my panties even more as I rubbed myself to completion. We cried out and came together, a room of strangers watching and using our exploits as porn for their own pleasure. As we both released, I heard the foursome group behind me all finish as well. The woman squealed like a pig as she came, all three men pleasuring her at once and cumming all over her, grunting and moaning as they covered her just like Victor covered me.
The experience was incredible and we were all exhausted. Lydia pulled the dildo from Victor’s brutalized ass, making him cry out in a weak, hoarse voice. He practically hung from his cuffs, his body too tired to stand up straight. Lydia got herself up and uncuffed Victor from the cross. He all but collapsed onto the floor beside me and we both lay together, breathing heavy and sweating profusely as we recovered. The room began to clear as the crowd filtered out, and Lydia patted Victor’s head before departing herself.
Victor and I both laid alone on the cold, hard ground, sweat dripping from his brow as he occasionally shuttered and shivered. We looked at each other, breath getting slower and bodies feeling more relaxed. Victor was definitely in rougher shape than I was, and I reached up and stroked his hair. His eyes closed and, when they opened again, he looked at me with a look of pure love and adoration. He reached his hand out and stroked my cheek as our eyes fixated on each other. It was then that he said those words:
“Mommy.” He whispered, voice soft and submissive, just the way I liked it. “I am all yours.”
“Mmm,” I groaned, smiling and grabbing gently onto his hair, pulling his face close to mine and whispering into his ear. “That’s right, puppy, and don’t you ever forget it.”
We just got home and Victor is sleeping it off in our bed. I am too excited and still so horny that I just can’t fall asleep. This entire night made me realize this is who I am, this is what I want. I am prepared to try more and go further but I know now. I am not just Victors Mommy, and I am not just his lover. I am his Mistress.
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