Crimson Encounter
Holding hands myself and Carol headed towards the two men and noticed five men heading towards the dominatrices. When we reached the 'Masters' they immediately instructed us to turn around and we we did so they placed leather collars around our necks and ball gags in our mouths. They clipped leads onto the collars and led us away to what was a private changing area, not accessible on normal club nights. Once inside they unattached the leads from our collars and simply said, "Strip". We hesitated a little too long as they both said, "STRIP" again, but a lot louder this time. When we were both standing there naked, in just our cages and ball gags, we were handed our outfits. A black leather bra but with no cups so our breasts were exposed, a very short black pleated leather skirt, black seamed lace top hold-up stockings and 6 inch black heels with very wide ankle straps.
When we were dressed the masters put leather cuffs around our wrists, which like the ankle straps on the heels had metal rings attached. Soon enough, our hands where pulled behind our backs and secured using the cuffs. Next we were instructed to bend over and I could feel my hole being well lubricated with a gloved finger before a large metal butt plug was inserted, a little larger than I was used too. I could see from the look of carols eyes it was the same for her. We were then straightened up and clamps attached to our nipples. With mine being ultra sensitive this immediately started sending waves of pain and pleasure through me. The masters then hung small weights to the clamps increasing the sensations. We were clearly ready, as the leads we reattached to our collars.
We were led back to the entrance of the lounge, which was still packed with guests. Soon the music volume lowered and the host requested that everyone show their appreciation for tonight's slave girls. With this as the prompt our masters led us by our leads in a circuit of the lounge. My fear was now all excitement, being dressed how I was, with the weights tugging at my nipples with every step and plenty of hands pinching or slapping my bottom as we passed I could feel my girly cock was painfully swollen within the cage and would be leaking very soon. There was clapping and cheering as we were led around. Soon we were exiting the lounge and heading down one the hallways past the playrooms. I could hear more clapping coming from the lounge so I guessed the slave men were now being paraded.
We passed the playrooms and entered a large room at the end of a hallway, normally closed off. The lighting was very dim, other than spot lights pointing at 2 sets of stocks angled slightly towards each other on a large round platform in the middle of the room. As expected, we were efficiently secured into the stocks with our bottoms up and our legs spread before being secured to the floor with the metal rings on our ankle straps. I could feel my cage being removed and my girly cock being clamped into some device however I couldn't tell what and the angle wasn't quite right to see what it was on Carol. Low wide wooden steps were then positioned in front and behind us. The steps each had a wide recessed metal bowl set in the middle. While I was wondering about this the sound system in the room started playing a low frequency throbbing chant that I could feel as much as hear.
I could see the men being guided into the room to form a large circle around us in the shadows. They were naked other than leather eye masks. There must have been at least 50 of them and as I started thinking that most will cum twice, some more, a little bit of fear started to crept back in. I didn't have time to think about that for long as I felt a leather flail strike my bottom, and then again, it felt gentle at first but the leather thongs not only whipped but also pinched as they came together. Each flailing also caused my body to involuntarily flinch, causing the clamps and weights on my nipples to tug and swing. Soon I was at the point where I felt the pain was about to overtake the pleasure when the flailing suddenly stopped. The slave masters removed our gags and plugs then signalled 4 men to approach us, one for each of our mouths and bumholes. I could feel the device on my girly cock was now pulsing and sucking on me in time with the continuing low chant coming over the speakers.
As the first men pushed their cocks inside my bum and mouth, their thrusting made my nipple weights swing and their hips slapped against my swollen bottom cheeks causing sensations of pain and pleasure to envelope me. I was not giving blowjobs, I was being face fucked while also being ass fucked. The pain, the chanting, being restrained, being fucked by two men at once and the rhythmic pulsing and sucking on my girly cock soon had me orgasming. All fear had gone, I was just riding waves of pleasure. As each man released his load inside me he returned to the circle and was replaced by another. I was losing track of how many times I orgasmed and how many men had used each hole. I could feel and hear the cum streaming from my bum and mouth and splashing into the metal bowls. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the same was happening to Carol too. By the time all the men were spent I was trembling with pleasure and a high of orgasms. My girly cock had been milked beyond dry by the device.
The men had now all returned to the circle in the shadows as the slave masters released us from the stocks. My legs were like jelly so I had to be helped by the master to move forward and kneel in front of my stocks. Carol was the same. We were told to keep our knees apart and backs straight up so our collars could be fastened up to the stocks cross bar by a short chain. Our wrists were once again cuffed behind our backs. The ring of men now started rotating as the walked slowly in a circle around us, joining in with the rhythmic deep chant of the sound system. I saw the two bowls that had been in the steps under me brought forward and delivered to my slave master. He carefully emptied the cum they had collected into a large ornate wine carafe before using this to pour out a large claret glass of the liquid. He held the glass up above his head and the men in the circle started a chant of "Drink, drink, drink ...". I had the glass pressed to my lips and slowly tipped up. I tried to swallow as much as I could although a lot went down my body, which I think was expected. The same was happening to Carol. This carried on until our carafes were emptied. The lights then suddenly dimmed and we could hear the men being led away.
Leads were reattached to our collars and we were led back to the original changing room. Here our clothes were neatly hung up and laid out along with big fluffy towels and expensive toiletries for the showers. The masters removed our collars and uncuffed our hands from behind our backs. They bowed, said, "Thank you ladies" and left the room. Carol and I just hugged letting our cum soaked bodies touch. We quickly realised we needed to remove the nipple clamps as embracing with those proved extremely painful. We agreed it had been an amazing experience and couldn't wait to put our names forward for the next event. We were completely spent and still had cum streaming from our backsides so stripped off the slave girl outfits and headed to the shower while chatting about the experience.
It must have been a good hour and a half later when we re joined George and Trevor in the lounge looking perfectly made up in our evening dresses once more. Although to be fair, we were both wearing the panty liners that were supplied with the toiletries as the cum just kept seeping out of us. George and Trevor were keen to know how we were and if we'd enjoyed the evening. I think they were both genuinely a little worried about us but quickly admitted that it had been incredibly horny and they'd used us 3 times each. Soon we were swamped by other guests thanking us and asking if we'd put our names forward again. We were of course flattered and stayed at the club chatting and drinking until the early hours. Myself and Carol filled ourselves up on the hors d'oeuvres that were being served as neither of us had eaten properly for the last two days due to nerves.
Towards the end of the evening a very handsome French gentleman and his beautiful wife, I guess in their late 40s, introduced themselves to us. He was apparently the owner of the club and several like it across Europe. He was called Nicolas and his wife was Stephanie. They said they just had to come over to personally thank us for this evening as the feedback from their guests had been exceptional. I was a little embarrassed and was sure he made a point of thanking all participants in events like this. After some small talk we found out a little more about his other clubs and then discovered that the clubs were just a sideline run by his wife. His main business was in high technology manufacturing equipment for the silicon chip industry.
Nicolas said he needed to catch up with some other guests before they left. While saying their goodbyes they let us know that the chauffeurs would take us home whenever we were ready, no need to rush. When they left, George was clearly excited and said he'd just clocked who Nicolas was. Apparently he was one of wealthiest men in Europe, if not the wealthiest and would maybe make top 10 in the world. George said that pretty much every silicon chip in every device from your washing machine to your phone to the space shuttle depended on his companies manufacturing technology. To be honest I think George was a little disappointed with me when I said I was more impressed with his club business.
I fell asleep cuddled up to next to George in the back of the Rolls Royce on the way home. He gently woke me and helped my out. It was nearly 3am so we went straight to bed. A quick teeth clean and change into a short silk nighty before I slid into bed. I felt so secure and happy as I snuggled into his big spoon with his arms around me before falling into a deep deep sleep.
It was midday ish the following Tuesday. I was working in my home office at Georges house, when I noticed through the window that the Rolls Royce from the club had unexpectedly pulled up outside. The chauffeur got out and hand delivered a parcel through the letter box. I rushed round to open the door but was just a little too late and I saw the Rolls Royce pull away down the road. The parcel was neatly wrapped in brown paper and addressed to both myself and George. It was roughly 12" by 8" by 2", the maximum our letterbox could take. I was just wondering if I should open it or wait until George came home later, when my mobile rang. It was Carol, she had just had a similar parcel delivered. We decided to hold off opening them until our men got home.
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