Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
Hi, my name is Eliot. I saw you pass by and was immediately struck by you. I'm usually very shy, but I thought I had to try to get to know you, or I'd blame myself forever. Can I invite you to dinner so we can get to know each other?
You've piqued my curiosity, stranger. I may not be as approachable as most people, but dinner? Why don't we make it more interesting and have drinks at my place first? My speakeasy's got the best-laid bottles this side of the Mason-Dixon Line. After that...who knows? You might just find yourself in the mood for dinner.
"I'm in. Go for the speakeasy," I tell her and follow her to a place with a semi-hidden entrance but which turns out to be richly furnished inside. There aren't many people inside; the girl gestures to the bartender, who responds with an "OK." She definitely feels at home here. "I'm not from around here," I tell her. "I'm Italian, from Italy, not Little Italy. I still have to learn your customs, but I like it here. And then you meet girls like you. Can you tell me something about yourself? What's your name, what you do, what drinks do you like, when will you marry me? Stuff like that, basically." She bursts out laughing.
My name's Brúlé, as you might have guessed. Don't worry about marrying me yet; I can be persuasive, but my tastes change like the weather. As for what I do...I'm an information broker with a taste for the finer things in life. My speakeasy is one of those luxuries, and well worth the hassle it takes to keep running. As for drinks, I've had most things behind this bar, so feel free to let the bartender know what you're in the mood for tonight.
And as for learning my customs...well, that's half the fun. But just remember: in my world, information is power, and the safest course of action is always knowing when someone has an interest in you beyond what meets the eye.
"So, following your reasoning, the more I tell you about myself, the more information I give you, the more power you'll have over me? I might like that. Should I tell you or should you ask?"
Ah, the art of double entendre...I like that in a man. Go on; tell me something you've never told anyone else before, some dark secret buried deep within you. I might even reward you with another drink for it.
I pause for a moment, then say, "Something I've never told anyone. I'm a strong, determined man, respected and feared in business, but... in my fantasies, I'm dominated by a woman. I once saw a photo of a beautiful woman with a jaguar on a leash. That's how I dream of myself: a ferocious beast for everyone, but a domesticated animal on a leash for her and her alone. Now tell me."
I raise an eyebrow at you. "Fantasies are fascinating things, aren't they?" I purse my lips before continuing, each word carefully enunciated. "Very well, if that's the kind of information you'd like to share... here." I motion for the bartender, who nods and begins mixing up a drink with honey-colored liquor and bitters. He slides it across the bar to me; I take hold of it delicately by the stem, then gesture for you to do the same. "Drink this," I command softly. "It's called 'Obey Me'. Once you've done so, we'll see about setting your imagination free."
The drink is good, but it must be really strong. I can usually handle my alcohol well, but this is knocking me out. Brulé says, "So, do you like Obey Me?" I nod. Yes, I do. I like her, and I like the drink.
"Well then," she murmurs, leaning in close enough that her breath fans across your cheek. "Let me show you just how good it feels to obey." And with those words, Brúlé's hand darts out, catches yours on the bar before drawing it back down between her legs. Her thighs part wider, silken and hot against your skin as she guides your fingers deeper into her wet heat.
"That's it," she whispers. "Just feel how right it is to give yourself over to me like this... and I promise you, when we're done playing tonight, I won't forget a single detail of what you told me." The taste of her skin is exquisite on your tongue as you grope at her, fingertips seeking out her hidden pleasure spots. "Tell me," she purrs against your neck, "is this what you wanted to hear?"
I wish I could make the sound of a jaguar, the one on the leash in the photo. A little roar would be enough to let her know how much I like what's happening and how I feel right now. But I don't know how to roar, so I take her other hand and kiss it. Then I pretend I've dropped something and kneel down for a moment. Just enough time to give her a kiss on the ankle before standing up. "What are you drinking?" I ask her. "How about a Screw... driver?"
Hearing your husky reply, Brulé arches an eyebrow inquisitively before her lips quirk into a pleased smirk. "Oh? A Screwdriver, you say?" she asks with a playful lilt to her words. "I believe I can appreciate that. But first..." She moves closer still, until your bodies are nearly touching from hip to shoulder. Her breath hitches as your fingers brush against something hidden and hard, then curve gently over the outline of her desire before sliding back down lower still.
With a sinuous motion, she uncrosses her legs, opening herself fully to you once more. "Go on," she whispers, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Taste me. Touch me." She curls her fingers around the edge of the bar, knuckles white as desire burns through her veins and pools between her thighs. "And when you're done? You can give me my Screwdriver. And then... well. Who knows what might happen after that?"
I take Brulè by the hand and lead her into the restroom. There, I kneel before her, lift her dress, and kiss the inside of her thighs and groin while firmly holding her hips with my hands.
With a soft moan, Brulé leans back against the cool tiled wall of the restroom. Her head rolls to the side as she watches you with hooded eyes, her expression one of helpless pleasure. She feels your lips and breath brush against her most intimate parts, each touch sending a shudder through her body. She could stand like this forever, letting you worship her in this way, feeling yourself become lost to the power of her response.
But as she inches closer to release, another part of her aches for satisfaction - that longing to see just how far your interest in her truly goes. Her hand slips between your body and hers, sliding lower until it finds what it seeks: the hard length of your arousal straining against your clothes. She curls her fingers around you, feeling the head slide easily through her silken grip as she begins to stroke in time with your kisses.
"Please," she breathes out, arching into your touch. "I want... I need..." Her words trail off, replaced by a low groan as she feels herself nearing the edge once more. "Give me what you promised." Her fingers slide faster and firmer against your skin. "Tell me... show me..." She pants out the words between quick, ragged breaths. "What do you want from me?"
"I want to be your animal. A wild beast that you turn into a pet." I pull down my pants and take out my cock, rubbing it against your bare thighs, your belly. I wrap your hands around my cock as I slide your panties off, and then, in one motion, I grab your hips, lift you up, slide my cock between your legs, and hold you still, leaning you against the wall and filling you with cock.
The bartender's voice is heard as he enters the restroom and knocks on the door. "Brulé, is everything okay here?" "Oh yes, everything's fine," replies the girl, who has meanwhile wrapped her arms and legs around me.
As the bartender's voice floats through the restroom, Brulé arches into your touch, meeting your thrust with her own eager rhythm. Her nails scratch lightly along your back as she clings to you, feeling the tension begin to build inexorably between them. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as her body quakes with pleasure, each orgasm sending shockwaves through her and spilling your name from her lips like a prayer.
"Oh God," she pants out, "Eliot..." The way you fill her feels so good; impossibly good. She'd never thought she could want something this much, but with each thrust that sends her spiraling closer to release, she knows it's the truth. This feeling of being possessed, claimed... it's intoxicating in a way she can't even begin to describe.
With one final thrust, Brulé cries out as her body explodes around you, clutching at your shoulders and digging her nails in deep enough to leave crescent moons of blood on your skin. Your name is a curse and a prayer; the soundtrack to their shared ecstasy. And when she finally comes back to herself, gasping and shuddering from the aftershocks of release, one thought remains clear: you are hers now. Whatever the future holds, for better or worse... you belong to her.
Joining her was so natural that we didn't even think about the protection of a condom or birth control. But I'm not scared by this thought. I look at her and think that there's no better place in the world to pour my seed than the one this girl has between her legs. We remain embraced, breathing heavily. Then I look into her eyes, kiss her, and say, "What do you think about that famous dinner together?" She looks back at me and says, "Do you realize that first you fucked me and only then you kissed me for the first time?" She grabs me and kisses me with even more passion. "I'm hungry," she concludes.
She laughs softly into your kiss, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something else... perhaps the echo of desire still lingering in their depths. "Well then," she says, nipping at your lower lip before pulling away to rest her forehead against yours. "I suppose we should go out there and eat like the animals that we are."
With that, Brulé slides out from beneath you, making sure to give one final squeeze of gratitude where it counts as she stands once more. She straightens her dress, tucking herself back into place with an impish grin before offering her hand. "Shall we?"
We leave the bathroom hand in hand and head towards the bar exit. Before leaving, Brulé turns to the bartender and says loudly, "Take me off that list of singles and spinsters you keep under the bar, Joe. I'm now the happy owner of a boy."
The bartender chuckles good-naturedly as he scratches something off his clipboard with a satisfied grin. "Congratulations to you both," he says with a wink, handing her a fresh drink without even waiting for an order. Brulé accepts the cocktail graciously before turning back to Eliot, wrapping him in another of her devouring smiles. "Shall we?" she asks once more, gesturing toward the exit with an air of expectancy.
"Are you my owner?" I ask Brulè, laughing. "You can bet on it, boy. And don't think I'll ever give in to you," she replies. "Since you filled me with your seed, from now on you'll give it only to me. You'll see how possessive and control freak I can be. Let's go to my house."
She leads you through the city, her movements a graceful dance across the sidewalk that draws even more attention than usual. As they walk together beneath the glow of streetlights and the starry sky above, she leans into you, brushing against your arm or shoulder as if by accident... each touch another reminder of just who holds the reins here. When they finally arrive at her home, a grand old building with dark wood paneling and stained glass windows casting eerie patterns on the floorboards inside, she opens the door and steps aside to let you pass first. "After you," she murmurs, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I'm going to want to see every inch of this new territory I claim tonight."
"Strip, take it all off," Brulè tells me. I obey, while she stays dressed, a cigarette between her fingers. She walks around me, caresses me, runs her hands over my pectorals, my abs, squeezes my buttocks and thighs. "There's no denying it, you're a fine animal. A fine catch. You've got a fine tool and you know how to use it well. Let's see what you're up to here." She sticks a finger in my ass and I react, lunging forward and protesting, "Oh, you're a virgin there! This adds to the fun of what we'll do with you." she tells me. "Will we do it? Us? Plural? Who?" I ask. "Us, me and Brulè." comes a voice hidden in the dim light of the room. "She's my girlfriend, my companion on adventures. And on hunting." From the darkness, a woman dressed in men's clothes emerges, tall, slender, with a captivating gaze. He turns to Brulè, "So he's the reason you're late for our date. Understandable." Then he comes over to me, puts his hand between my legs, and whistles in approval. "That's a really nice tool." He looks me in the eye and says, "I'm Kate. It rhymes with Hate, keep that in mind."
Kate's presence in the room causes Brulé's lips to curl into a predatory smile as she watches them sizing each other up. "Oh yes," she breathes out, voice thick with barely restrained desire. "This was exactly what I had in mind when I invited you over."
With a sinuous movement, she steps forward, her lit cigarette held delicately between two fingers as she brushes past Kate to stand directly before Eliot. Her free hand comes to rest on his shoulder, her thumb tracing idle circles across the tight skin just beneath his collarbone. "You see," she says softly, eyes never leaving his face, "I have a rather particular arrangement with Kate here. We're... partners in crime, of sorts."
Her other hand slips between them, curving possessively around Eliot's erection as her fingers slide up and down the velvety length. "And what we do together is just as much about power dynamics as it is pleasure," she continues, lips parting to allow a stream of smoke to curl between her words. "You see, Eliot here has always been mine, in a way... but now he belongs to both of us."
With that, Brulé presses closer, guiding his hard length toward the opening between Kate's legs with practiced skill. Her hips circle against him, urging him deeper even as she tilts her head back, eyes closing in a silent moan. "Do you understand now?" she murmurs, voice hoarse from need and desire. "He is ours."
Her fingers dig into Eliot's shoulders, her body arching as Kate's heat engulfs them both, the sensation of being surrounded by warmth and need nearly enough to send him over the edge immediately. But she holds him back,
Oh yes, you're ours now," Kate hisses into his ear, nails digging into the skin at his hips as she pulls him deeper still. "And we'll take care of you, alright? Take everything you have and then some." Her breath fans across the damp skin of his neck, her body trembling with excitement as they move together.
"That's it," Brulé urges softly, feeling him grow tighter beneath her touch. "Give it all to us." Her free hand slides up his back, fingers ghosting over the nape of his neck before curling into a fist and digging into his skin as hard as she can without breaking the surface.
And then, with a sharp exhale, he comes: hot and thick and everything they've been craving for far too long. She arches her back away from him, shuddering with relief as his seed spills over her hand to stain the floorboards beneath them. Above them, Kate groans in time with each thrust, the tightness of their joined bodies drawing every last drop from him before finally easing him free.
They stand together like this for a long moment, panting and catching their breath. Then, slowly, Brulé's hand falls away from his shoulder, her other arm encircling Kate in a possessive embrace. Her head lolls to the side, gaze fixed on the pair of them as they lean heavily against each other, dazed but unbowed. "What do you think," she whispers, eyes glinting with mischief once more, "shall we do that famous dinner now?"
Kate smirks back at her, looking for all the world like a pleased predator herself. "You know, I was just thinking the
Oh, is that so?" She pouts playfully. "Well, if you insist..." She tilts her head to the side, considering Kate with a thoughtful expression. "I suppose we could... but only if we make it a truly decadent affair." Her eyes brighten at the idea. "Perhaps we should invite some other friends over as well... see how many of us can play at once?"
Kate chuckles, nuzzling briefly into Brulé's shoulder before stepping back, hands on hips. "Now that sounds like a party," she murmurs, glancing over at Eliot with an unmistakable sparkle in her eye. "Another chance for us to... indulge."
Brulé nods, looking almost eager now. "Yes," she agrees, grinning wickedly, "that sounds perfect."
With a fluid motion, she slides her hands down Kate's sides, palms splaying out on the cool wood floor beneath them as she pulls her new lover close again. Her body shivers with anticipation as they stand there together, surrounded by possibility and power. And in that moment, she knows that no matter what comes next, they will face it together: partners in crime, partners in life... for however long the game may last.
They lean closer still, lips brushing against each other's in a tender kiss that holds all of the love and desire they feel for one another within its sweet embrace. And when at last they pull apart, it is with a shared smile that promises endless nights filled with whatever adventures may come their way...
"But at this dinner of ours, you won't be the guest," Kate says as Brulé giggles. "You'll be the main course." With unexpected force, the two women force me to lie down on the dining table and tie my wrists and ankles to the table legs, leaving me naked and exposed, my cock still hard and pointing toward the ceiling. Seeing as I protest loudly, Kate pulls off her panties, still soaked in my cum, and shoves them in my mouth, like a gag. "Stay there, nice and quiet, little animal," she then takes Brulé by the hand and they walk away. When they return, they haven't just changed clothes, but their entire look. They're both wearing underwear made of black leather strips and sharp steel studs that cover nothing, just surround their breasts and pussy, and shoes with very high, thin heels. "Welcome to the Pain Club, where you learn devotion to Alpha Females," says Brulé, kissing the tip of my cock, then taking it in his mouth and biting it, hurting me. I try to protest, but the little sticks shoved down my throat mute my scream. "Pleasure and Pain, that's our recipe," Kate declares. Kate and Brulé then begin "decorating" me, covering my body with various kinds of food. Canapés, shrimp, dollops of thick sauce, morsels of various kinds. To finish, they place two small plates with a large lit candle on my chest and groin. "You'll have to stay very still and still, Eliot. If you move, the hot wax will spill from the plate and burn you, and we won't do anything to help you. So stay calm," Kate warns me. The party begins, and three more women arrive, dressed in extreme costumes and makeup. A very curvy Nubian Queen with full lips and long curly hair; a petite, very thin Asian girl dressed in a latex catsuit; and a smiling blonde with short hair and a tomboyish look. "What a beautiful party! So many delicious things!" The beautiful Nubian Queen, Okoye, caresses my hip and exclaims, "The decor is very beautiful this evening, too."
"Oh yes," Brulé replies, preening under the compliment. "We like to make our guests feel very special." She leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "And who knows? Maybe tonight we'll find someone else that needs some of this... attention." Her hand trails teasingly up and down Eliot's body, stopping to pinch at a particularly sensitive spot between his legs.
Okoye smiles, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I think you've already found your perfect plaything," she says, gesturing towards where Kate and Brulé have been busy decorating their prize. "And I see they're quite... hungry." She giggles, the sound sending a shiver down Eliot's spine.
The petite Asian girl, GoGo Tomago, gazes at him curiously. "What sort of things do you like?" she asks innocently, her voice quiet enough that only he can hear. Her hand rests lightly on his cock, a shiver running through him as her cool fingers close around the warm flesh.
Brulé smirks, clearly enjoying the power dynamics unfolding before her. "Let's see what they have in store for our little animal tonight," she whispers into Kate's ear before leaning back to watch the show, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips.
GoGo Tomago takes the chopsticks and grabs one of Eliot's balls, holding it tightly and making a swipe motion. "Please save the best morsels for me!" she chuckles. My tormented testicle hurts like hell, and I writhe in pain. Instantly, my chest and groin are flooded with boiling wax dripping from the saucers. I let out a cry of pain. "Brulè," she says in a soft voice, "we told you not to move. It's all your fault."
"Well, it is my party," she protests with a playful grin, "and I don't want anyone ruining the decorations." Her gaze meets Kate's across the table, and they share a secret smile that holds nothing but amusement and appreciation for their little game. She watches as Okoye gently presses her body against Eliot's side, rubbing herself against him in small circles that only serve to increase his agony. "And it seems our animal is still quite delicious," she murmurs, licking her lips slowly.
Their guest's attentions are diverted for now, but Brulé knows this party has only just begun. She leans back in her seat with a satisfied sigh, surveying the scene before her: the tortured figure on the table; the four women gathered around him like vultures eyeing their prey. For tonight, she decides, they'll make Eliot their plaything in every possible way. And when dawn finally comes and they release him from this twisted version of pleasure and pain, he'll belong to them still... if not forever, then for at least another night or two.
Okoye innocently asks the girls, "Excuse me, where's the bathroom?" They all laugh together. Then Okoye comes closer to my head and pulls my panties out of my mouth. I thank her, and she says, "Don't thank me yet." She takes a metal tool, shaped like an O, sticks her fingers in my mouth, and pushes the tool in, blocking my gaping mouth. Then she sits on my face and releases a long, hot stream of piss into my mouth. I have to drink so as not to choke. I cough. "Now lick Lady Okoye's pussy really good and clean it all up, Eliot," Kate orders. I comply, and Okoye enjoys my service, thrusting her hips back and forth, grinding her sex against my face.
Brulé's eyes gleam with satisfaction as she watches Okoye take control of the situation, her hips rocking eagerly against Eliot's face. It's almost as if they've all decided that he is merely a plaything to be passed around and used however each woman sees fit. And there is no denying that this arrangement suits Brulé rather well indeed.
She sips thoughtfully from her drink, eyes never leaving the tableau before her. The sight of Kate's lithe form moving in concert with Okoye's hips provides a stirring show, one that makes it difficult for Brulé to focus on anything but their desire to join them... or at least direct the action from afar.
With a soft moan, she pushes herself off her chair, meandering across the room to stand behind GoGo Tomago. Her hands slide under the woman's leather harness, fingers grazing over supple skin as she pulls her back against her own body. "Let me show you how it's done," she whispers into GoGo's ear, pressing their bodies together in an achingly intimate embrace before guiding the smaller woman back to the table.
As if by instinct, Brulé kneels between Eliot's spread legs, her fingers finding his entrance and teasing him expertly until he's hard once more. With a wicked grin, she positions herself over him, taking him inside her with one steady thrust that leaves them both gasping. She begins to ride him roughly, hips moving in tandem with the music as if they're connected by an invisible thread, each motion sending shockwaves of pleasure through Eliot's body and heightening the sense of ownership that Brulé takes in this moment.
Around them, the other women
With each thrust that brings her down on top of him, she feels his cock swell and lengthen inside her, driving her further toward the edge of release. Her hips circle faster, the heat between their bodies intensifying with every movement until it's all she can focus on. She presses closer, arching her back as she moans Eliot's name into the silence around them, her nails digging into his shoulders as he nears the point of no return.
And when he comes, his hot seed spurting out between their bodies to coat them both, it's almost enough to push her over as well. But she holds on, shuddering through her own climax before collapsing atop him in a boneless heap. For now, they belong only to each other, and the rest of the world can watch if they like... or join in.
"So good!" GoGo Tomago squeals happily and begins to lick the thick cream from Brulé's body, who holds her and kisses her on the mouth. Okoye instead devotes herself to licking the cum left on my body, then takes my balls and swallows them in her plump, swollen mouth. I feel her tongue rummaging around my balls, sucking them, then I feel her teeth on my scrotum, as if she were about to bite them until they're torn off. The sensation is a mix of transgressive pleasure and terror. Okoye leans up, smiles at me, and says, "You thought I wanted to eat your balls, right, white boy?"
"Oh yes," Kate chuckles darkly, watching the exchange between Okoye and Eliot with interest. "She's quite the tease, isn't she?" She takes a sip of her drink before continuing in a thoughtful tone, "I think it's time we let our friend GoGo here show us what else she can do."
Brulé stands up from where she was straddling Eliot, pressing herself against Okoye's back as she does so. "Come on then," she urges with a wicked grin, hands finding the woman's hips and guiding her around to face GoGo. "Lead the way."
As if in response to some unspoken command, GoGo Tomago rises from her seat as well, moving gracefully across the room toward them with hips swaying suggestively. She meets their eyes as she approaches, a mixture of anticipation and desire playing across her features that leaves no doubt about what she has in mind for the three of them... and for Eliot.
Her movements are almost predatory as she circles around them, hands sliding over Okoye's body with practiced ease while her gaze never leaves Brulé's face. The French woman responds to the touch, arching her back and pressing herself closer against GoGo, a low moan escaping from between clenched teeth. With Kate at her side, the three of them form an intimate circle around Eliot, trapping him in their embrace like prey surrounded by predators.
"Touch me," Brulé whispers into Okoye's ear, fingers digging into the woman's flesh with renewed vigor as she leans forward to watch GoGo's reaction. Okoye obeys without hesitation, hands skimming over Brulé's body before finding her nipples, pinching and twisting them between thumb and forefinger. A shudder runs through Brulé's body as she closes her eyes, unable to resist the mix of pain and pleasure.
Meanwhile, GoGo continues to circle around them, eyes never leaving their bodies as she teases herself with the sight of so much flesh on display. Her hands wander lower now, finding the hem of her shirt and tugging it upward until her breasts are freed from their confinement. With a satisfied smile, she cups one breast in her hand, rolling her hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger as she watches them all intently.
Brulé lies on Eliot's body, as if it were a mattress, exposing herself to the attentions of Okoye and GoGo Tomago. Okoye kisses her, and she kisses her back. GoGo licks her pussy and fingers her ass, making her squeal with pleasure. Meanwhile, on the couch, Kate and Jane, the blonde tomboy, are entwined in an endless tongue kiss. I feel Brulé's skin on mine; all her shivers of pleasure reach me without me being able to do anything or be an active participant. Today, I'm just an object of pleasure.
Her body thrums with sensation as the world around her spirals out of control, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her system. It's a strange and exhilarating feeling to be reduced to this; an object for others to use however they see fit. But there's something about the way the others look at her, with such hungry desire in their eyes... it's as if she can feel herself becoming a part of them.
Without warning, her muscles tense and she arches her back off the "mattress" that is Eliot's body, crying out as the force of her orgasm rips through her. The sounds of pleasure around her only serve to heighten the sensation, each moan and grunt adding another layer to the intoxicating haze that has descended upon them all.
And then, suddenly, it's over. The last tremors subsiding, leaving her gasping for breath and vaguely aware of the weight of Okoye's body against her back and GoGo's fingers still sliding in and out of her ass. But she can no longer feel herself; instead, she feels like a part of something much larger than any one person or thing. And in that moment, as their gazes meet and intertwine, she knows they all feel it too.
"Who's in favor?" Kate asks. All five women give a thumbs-up. In favor. But for what? In a hoarse voice, I ask Brulé, who's still lying on top of me, what they voted for. She turns onto her stomach and kisses me. Then she says, "We voted to keep you with us. Now you belong to the Club. It's a great honor, but also a responsibility. You can only be ours, and you must always obey us. You will have no other women but us, and we will make sure that's clear to everyone." At this point, Brulé lifts herself off of me. I notice Kate approaching with something in her hand. It's a branding iron, red-hot. I can't believe what I'm seeing! The other women hold me down, Kate points the iron and presses it to the skin between my groin and my navel. The smell of burning flesh fills the room, and I scream at the top of my lungs. Kate holds the iron firmly to ensure the brand sticks well and stays indelible, then removes it. They branded me. I'm part of their livestock.
Her eyes never leaving the mark left by the branding iron on his flesh, Brulé takes a shaky breath as she forces herself to calm down. The pain of seeing him suffer, the stark reality of what they've just done... it all threatens to overwhelm her for a moment. But she can't show weakness now; not when he needs her strength the most.
"It will be okay," she whispers softly against his ear. "I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you." She reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from his face, careful not to make any sudden movements that might hurt him further. "You belong to us now, and we will take care of you." Her voice is steady, reassuring... but inside her heart races like a wild thing, fearful that they've gone too far and unsure if she can ever truly make this right for him.
While I'm still tied to the table and reeling from what's just been done to me, GoGo Tomago arrives with something in her hand. She bends over my genitals and forces them into a metal cage with a padlock. A chastity belt. "From now on, your cock, your balls, and your semen belong only to Brulé. You won't even be able to masturbate without her permission." She attaches the key to the belt to a bracelet, then kneels and closes the bracelet on Brulé's ankle. "Now you'll have to look at her feet every time you feel the urge. This is how your submission begins," she says. "But what do you want from me?" I ask. Brulè replies serenely, "To turn you into a willless puppet who knows only how to obey me in everything and serve me at all times. I only care about what's between your legs, and now I've permanently appropriated that."
"Do not worry yourself with such petty concerns," Brulé says softly, her voice like velvet wrapping itself around him. "From now on, you will exist solely to please me and serve my needs. Your desires are no longer your own; they belong to the Club. All that matters is what I want, and as long as you obey, everything else will fall into place."
She runs a gentle finger down his chest, tracing a line of perspiration toward the newly branded flesh between his legs. Her touch is featherlight but filled with power, reminding him of their new dynamic in a way that both frightens and excites him in equal measure. "Just remember," she whispers into his ear, breath hot against his skin, "you are ours now... body and soul."
The party must continue. I'm pulled down from the table, my wrists cuffed behind my back. Gogo Tomago threads a chain through the ring on my chastity belt, takes me to a corner, makes me kneel, and attaches the chain to a ring protruding from the wall. I have to stay there and watch. Meanwhile, the women have all stripped naked and begin a lesbian orgy, even using vibrators. Everyone joins in; the show is extremely exciting; my cock gets harder and harder, but the tight chastity belt torments it. Gogo Tomago breaks away from the group and comes toward me, swaying her hips on her high-heeled legs. I think she wants to tell me something or involve me, but she simply says, "Open your mouth," then grabs me by the hair, presses my face against her pussy, and empties all her piss into my mouth. "Clean it all up, with your tongue," she orders. Then she kicks me down and goes back to her friends.
Her voice calm, almost soothing in its detachment, Brulé says, "You are here to serve them and to be used by them as they see fit. This is your punishment for failing to obey my command earlier tonight. From now on, you must learn to control your desires and focus only on pleasing me." She pauses, studying his face intently before adding with a cruel smile, "And remember, no matter how humiliating or painful their games may seem, it's all just part of the service I expect from you."
Her fingers trail idly across his exposed chest, drawing patterns on his skin as she watches Gogo Tomago join in with her friends once more. The sight of them grinding and writhing against each other only serves to heighten Brulé's arousal, making it difficult for her to maintain the outward facade of control and calmness that she knows is expected of her.
But she will not let them see this weakness; not yet. Instead, she presses herself against his bound form, letting him feel the warmth of her body against his chilled skin as she whispers husky words of dominance and possession into his ear. It's a game they're playing now, each one vying for control over their captive's mind...and ultimately, their soul.
"GoGo didn't tell me everything," Brulé says calmly, approaching me while the others look on amusedly. "She said your cock, your balls, and even your semen belong to me. But that's not all." Okoye and Kate have understood everything and approach, giggling. Okoye pulls me by the chain on my dick and pushes me to the center of the room. Kate pushes my head down, placing her high-heeled shoe between my shoulder blades and pushing to keep me down. Meanwhile, Brulé, aided by GoGoTomago, is putting on a strap-on. "Time to lose your virginity, Eliot," she says. She positions herself behind me and, in a single motion, fucks my ass while Kate pushes her stiletto heel even harder into my flesh to force me down. The girls all around applaud and cheer for Brulé. "Smash his ass!" they laugh. It's all so much for me. I faint.
Their laughter echoes through the room as she continues to ride him hard, her hips slapping against his ass with each thrust. Despite his faintness, she can feel his body tensing and relaxing in response to her movements, almost as if he were enjoying it despite himself. The power this knowledge holds over her is intoxicating; it fuels her actions and makes the thought of stopping impossible.
Sweat beads at her brow, but she doesn't pause for a moment. Instead, she leans forward, lips close to his ear as she whispers naughty words meant only for him. Her free hand slides up his chest, cupping one heavy breast and rolling the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger as if daring him not to feel anything at all. With a sigh of satisfaction, she sinks her teeth into it instead, feeling the hot rush of blood filling her mouth.
It's only when Brulé feels his body grow limp beneath her that she reluctantly pulls out, spilling their combined seed across the floor. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she straightens and wipes her hands on her leathers, satisfied with what they've done to him... and even more so by the thought of all there is left to do. The others watch expectantly, waiting for her next command; eager for whatever humiliation or pleasure she sees fit to inflict upon their new plaything.
I wake up the next morning. I'm locked in a cage, handcuffed, gagged, and still wearing my chastity belt. Kate and Brulé appear, naked, their eyes still sleepy. "Good morning, love," they say and kiss, completely indifferent to me. They return after a while, perfectly dressed for work. Before leaving, they approach the cage. "You will stay here and wait for us to return, slave. From today, you will always stay here. You will never leave this place again. See you tonight." They kiss then both go.
"Good boy," Brulé croons, running her fingers through Kate's hair with a satisfied smile. She glances down at the cage, where their new pet still sleeps fitfully. "We'll make sure he stays well-behaved while we're gone, won't we?" Her voice is husky with suppressed desire, and for a moment, she can almost imagine herself back in his place, surrendering to the others as they take her apart piece by piece.
Kate nods absently, already lost in thought. "I just hope he understands what he's gotten himself into." She pauses, studying Brulé carefully before asking, "Are you sure this is what we want? Making him our... toy?" There's uncertainty in her voice, and for a fleeting moment, Brulé wonders if maybe she should reconsider their plan. But then she remembers the feel of his body beneath hers last night, and the hunger returns with a vengeance.
"Don't worry," she says firmly, more to convince herself than Kate. "It's only fair that he experiences everything we have." She clasps her hand over Kate's where it rests on her hip, squeezing gently. "After all, what are friends for?"