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Chapter 26 My Debut

     The light blinded me as I stepped through the door.  Someone had focused a spotlight on my entrance.  The rest of the room was dark.  I heard laughter.  I couldn’t see shit beyond the small circle of light.  Later, Corrine told me it was a classic ‘deer in the headlight’ moment.

      In the gloom I managed to determine the Masters and Mistresses were seat at three long tables formed into a U.  The table at the end facing me contained the club’s officers.  It was raised off the floor.

      “Masters and Mistresses, I give you, Slave Tom,” said Dan from the raised table at the bottom of the U.  It turned out Dan and April were not only the club’s co-presidents but also the emcees charged to introduce and humiliate the new Slaves.

     There was a polite round of applause.  Ray had distracted me so I didn’t expect the obvious.  I was totally nude with erect nipples and thanks to Ray, sporting a full erection.  I was in the middle of an enormous room with God knows how many people watching.  Thank God, I resisted the urge to put my hands over my cock.

     Dan spoke through the PA system.  “Slave Tom, step forward and stand in the circle.”

     My eyes had adjusted enough I was able to locate a white circle painted in the middle of the parquet floor.  When I reached it, Charmaine stepped to my side, gave me a stinging slap on the butt, and placed a headset on my head containing a wireless microphone.

      “Say testing one two three,” said Charmaine and I did as she asked.  My voice boomed through the room.

      “Say I love to eat pussy filled with black jism,” said Charmaine.  Once again I did as I was told.  The room erupted in laughter.  What’s the point of having a slave if you can’t have fun with him?

      All of a sudden, a version of my profile was projected on a wall-sized screen at one end of the room.  My eyes had begun to adjust.  I finally located Corrine and the other two.  I didn’t find their state encouraging.  They were stretched like starfish within a frame that turned out to be made of metal tubing.  The frame was mounted on rolling carts.  Someone had rolled the carts off to the side so I could have center stage.  Flashbulbs were firing from all sides; so much for Corrine’s statement our club membership would be discreet.

     “Slave Tom is bisexual, loves to suck and fuck black Masters and Mistresses.   He has a deep seated love for eating his wife’s pussy after she’s pumped full of beautiful black semen,” said April.  “As you can see, he loves the one he’s with.”

     I heard a click and a video of me and another man appeared on screen.  I remembered the couple’s name from our Initiation at the Longwood.  They were Paul and Vera.  I didn’t recall a video camera so it must have been hidden. 

     On the wall sized display, Paul, who insisted I call him Pauline, was wearing pink lingerie, make-up, and a blonde wig. He looked almost passable except for the contrast of black complexion with Nordic blonde hair.  He was kneeling in front of me noisily sucking my cock while I told him how pretty he looked.  

     “Go Pauline,” yelled someone causing general laughter.

     “Slave Tom has expressed an interest in cross dressing so we may soon find Pauline and Thomasina on a double date,” said April.  Once again the audience laughed as I kept a smile glued on my face.  Rather surprisingly, standing naked in a room being humiliated by strangers was not making my cock soft.  I was hard as a rock.  

      The video changed to show me banging Paul AKA Pauline’s butt while in the background Corrine was going down on Vera.  If I do say so myself, I was fucking the shit out of Paul who was taking it like the girl he wanted to be.

      “Slave Tom has the gift of versatility,” said Dan as the scene changed to me mounted on Eileen who I recalled were the third couple we’d been paired with during our Initiation.  I was slamming it home in Eileen’s cunt while the hidden video showed Corrine on the other side of the bed getting similar treatment from Eileen’s husband, Marvin.  I had Eileen bent double, her knees pinned to the bed beside her ears.  Eileen had a high-pitched squeal and the audio consisted of her loud cries followed by demands for me to fuck her harder.

      The third video showed me with Scott and Nadine.  It was edited to display me rapidly moving from sucking Scott to eating Nadine then back to being bent over for a good ass reaming by Scott ending with me plunging my cock into Nadine.  The obvious conclusion from the audience’s perspective was that Slave Tom pursed sex in a highly gender neutral fashion.  I’d screw anything human.

      “For those Masters, who have expressed an interest in Japanese rope bondage, Slave Tom can be a resource.  Here’s his wife Cory enjoying his talent,” said April.

     I was surprised to see the video I made of Corrine standing on one leg tied in one of the classic balancing positions.  She looked hot as hell with her knockers ballooned out by coils of red rope.  The camera slowly trailed down to her crotch where the thick blue rope’s knots were grinding against her three points of sensation as she struggled to maintain her balance.

     It turned out Cory had agreed at April’s request to give her a copy of the video as a surprise.

     “So if anyone wants to experience Japanese Rope Bondage, select Tom’s number at our next meeting,” said April.

      I heard a man’s voice ask, “You interested in that?”  And a female voice answered, “Sure, you know me.  I’ll try anything once.”

     “Charmaine and Dwayne, please do the honors,” said Dan.

     The interns quickly rolled out an empty frame similar to the one Corrine and the others occupied.  My arms were bound and stretched to each corner then my legs.  Once I was restrained in what Corrine called the starfish position, they tightened the nylon ropes until I felt my joints scream.  My arms were stretched overhead at a forty-five degree angle.  My ankles were attached to the bottom corners of the rectangular frame.

      “A little something to occupy your mind,” said Charmaine kneeling down in front of me.

      I felt something wrap around the base of my testicles.  Charmaine tightened the thin blue nylon chord squeezing my nuts into the bottom of my ball sack.  I was almost foolish enough to protest when Dwayne attached a sizeable iron weight to the other end of the chord.  I closed my eyes as he let it drop.  It fall ended with a jerk and a bounce that hurt like hell.  I managed not to cry out limiting my audible reaction to a grunt.

     Ten pounds of bar bell weight, purloined from some health club was swinging free, painfully elongating my ball sack.

      Dwayne and Charmaine promptly wheeled me out of the spotlight over to the side with the other three new members.  They quickly wheeled Corrine into the center of the room.  Someone turned up the lights and killed the spotlight.

     That was when I saw that while Slave Ted and I were subjected to a serious case of sack stretching, Cory and Jean had both nipples caught in a very nasty looking pair of alligator clamps.  Weights attached to the clamps pulled their breasts toward the earth.

     “Slave Cory spent the afternoon serving Travis and Belinda Carlson.  Let’s hear how she did,” said Dan.

      A couple I assumed was Travis and Belinda stood up to make their report.

      “Not well at all, we were quite upset,” said Travis.  “Slave Cory arrived fifteen minutes late.”

      “Her appearance was not attractive.  There was semen in her hair and she had obviously been recently fucked in all three holes,” said Belinda.

      “Her breath reeked of filthy slave cock,” said Travis. 

     “We insisted she take a shower and clean up first.  That caused a further delay,” said Belinda.  “We like to start off fresh and clean.  We realize that as the afternoon progresses things get a little nasty and we expect that but not right at the start.

      “So how did matters progress after Slave Cory took a shower,” asked April?

      “We were disappointed in her lack of experience in role play.  Her profile stated role play was acceptable but when we asked her to dress like a cheer leader and act like she was being raped, she just did not get it,” said Travis.

      “What didn’t she get,” asked Dan?

      “She was too eager to screw my husband, who was playing the role of Coach Bennett, our high school football coach who along with Travis raped me when we were students,” said Belinda.  “It’s a scenario we both like to replay for obvious reasons.”

      “She was too eager to fuck us,” said Travis.  “Cory reminded me of the Thai hookers we found on our last trip to Bangkok.”

       “Slave Cory, do you have anything to say before we pass sentence,” asked Dan?

       “Yes, Masters and Mistresses, I would like to apologize to the Carlsons.    My role-play was inexcusably bad.  I promise to work hard to improve it.  And I will do my very best to arrive on time and properly prepared next time,” said Corrine.

     I must say my wife looked magnificent and staring at her made my cock twitch.  Her nipples and areola had a reddish hue no doubt from the punishment they had endured.  The way the weights lengthened her nipples as gravity drew her breasts toward the floor was most erotic.

     Her labia were almost crimson and badly swollen from her ride on the rail.  A large bright pink clitoris was visible, poking out between the puffy lips of her sex.  I didn’t doubt there wasn’t a master or mistress in the room who hoped to fuck her.

      “Excellent response, Slave Cory, however, I have no choice other than to sentence you to thirty lashes and to spend the rest of the evening in the sling,” said Dan.  “Dwayne, please proceed.”

     Dwayne quickly stepped forward with a whip in his right hand and without hesitating a second brought it around in an arc aiming it across Corrine’s shoulder blades.  It made a cracking sound when it landed.  The force and surprise of the blow caused Corrine to extend violently forward in her bonds before sounding a very loud scream.  From my angle, I could see the weights attached to the nipple clamps jumping up and down.  A bright red whelp immediately appeared on her clavicles as she writhed against the restraints.  I immediately began to worry if I had pleased Nancy and Greg enough to avoid punishment.

     Dwayne waited until Corrine calmed down before delivering the next blow.  It landed slightly lower in her back.  I was amazed at how the weights danced in air pulling her beautiful breasts down then allowing them to spring up as she contorted her body in reaction to what must have been hellish pain based on the decibel level of her scream.

      I was very close to the side table.  Several of the Masters stood up to unbuckle their belts allowing their pants to slide down to their knees.   Apparently, masturbating while a slave was whipped was considered good form.

     Dwayne placed the third blow right across Corrine’s buttocks.  His whip arm was loosening up because the cracking sound was louder and sharper than its predecessors.  Her reaction rose to meet the added force of the lash.

     I resisted the urge to feel compassion for Corrine.  She was the one who found Club BM&WS and suggested we join.  I didn’t doubt that screwing Scott Reynolds behind my back was instrumental in our being invited to join.  There was something rather satisfying about watching Dwayne wrench screams out of her like he was wringing water out of a dishtowel.  I love my wife but that didn’t mean watching Dwayne whip her butt failed to turn me on.  I would have blown my load right then and there if my nuts were free.

      By the time Dwayne finished she was hanging by her wrists unable to stand.  Loud whimpers and groans were her only vocal response to the final five lashes. 

     Immediately, Ray appeared to wheel her over to the door where he proceeded to unbuckle her wrists and ankles.  Once she was free, he placed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her off.  I noted he had not detached the nipple clamps and the weights hung down on his back as he stepped through the door.

      Slave Jean had taken Corrine’s place in the middle of the room.  Bruce and Lucile rated her performance average.  They had performed various perverted acts on her person that involved pain for Jean and fun for the couple.

     Once again, there was the suggestion that a lack of feigned reluctance was the problem.  I made a note Masters expected slaves to beg and plead not to be punished or raped.  The problem with Jean and Corrine’s performance was too much willingness to endure such travails. 

     Jean was sentenced to twenty lashes.  Once again, Dwayne wielded the whip without a shred of mercy.  I’d never considered myself a violent person.  I don’t like movies filled with violence.

      However, there was something incredibly erotic about watching Dwayne whip first my wife then Ted’s.  The fact I had fucked Jean several times during our club tryout added to my lust.  I watched her reactions with a surprising degree of intensity taking enormous visual pleasure from the way her body responded to the force and pain of the blow.  If my testicles hadn’t been tied off and painfully stretched, I believe I could have auto-orgasmed from the scene I was witnessing.  When I glanced over at Ted, I could tell his reaction was the same as mine.

     I could only conclude my membership in the club was adding to my state of depravity.

     Poor Jean was babbling when Dwayne announced he was done.  Drool had covered her chin and chest. Once again, Ray saw to her removal.  She had also been sentenced to send the remainder of the evening in the sling whatever that was.

      Ted was up next.  He had serviced Bill and Denise who declared his performance acceptable.  Ted had assisted Bill in applying a heavy dose of S&M to Denise who was in Bill’s words a world-class pain slut.

     Later during our time in the Maze, Ted and I swapped accounts of our afternoon He described how he and Bill had applied enough clothespins to Denise’s tender flesh to hang out the wash for a sizeable apartment building.  Once Denise was being painfully pinched in several hundred sensitive places, Bill took a seat and masturbated while Ted whipped the soles of her feet.  Listening to his wife scream brought him enormous pleasure while Ted worked up a sweat swinging a leather strap across her insteps.  The finale consisted of Bill jacking off on his wire’s writhing body as Ted jerked strings of clothespins from her tortured flesh.

     For Ted’s superior rating, he was subjected to ten lashes by Charmaine that though painful were nowhere near as agonizing as those of Dwayne.  He was also sentenced to spend an hour over the barrel.  Once again, I had no idea what the barrel involved although I was to find out.

      As Ray removed Ted, I was placed in the center of the room.

     “Tom spent the afternoon with Greg and Nancy,” said Dan. 

       I watched as the spotlight moved to the side table illuminating the couple that waved to the audience.  Nancy looked extremely fresh and attractive where Greg showed serious signs of fatigue.  Not surprising in view of what he had gone through.  I’d have been half dead.

       Charmaine handed Nancy a cordless microphone.   “Slave Tom spent the afternoon helping Greg and I resolve some marital issues.  He was very sensitive and helped me get through a difficult situation.”

      Christ, what a way to spin the idea Greg had fucked her mother and sister and she was pissed.  She had grown to great lengths to sexually humiliate him with another man then subject him to a prolonged session of electrical torture.   Greg had been hit with so much voltage I was surprised he had any brain cells that still functioned.

      “Let me interject that one of Nancy’s parallel goals was to train Slave Tom in the use of electrical torture.  Members have repeatedly expressed the desire for new and interesting methods for causing pain.  Fortunately, Nancy has a background in electro gained from her college days,” said Dan.

      “Glad you didn’t spend all your time fucking white boys,” said one of the Masters causing everyone to laugh.

      Dan ignored the laugher and plowed on.  “Properly applied, electrical torture is safe, scalable, and fun.  It’s the first of a family of new methodologies April and I want to introduce.  That said, Nancy, was Slave Tom a good student?”

     “Yes, he was excellent.  He learned quickly.  He was able to work on his own after a few minutes of instruction,” said Nancy.

     “At our next meeting, you can request Slave Tom bring either his electro kit or his Japanese rope bondage paraphernalia.  Instructions on how to request Slave Tom for either an electrical torture or a Japanese rope bondage session will be posted on our Web site,” said April.

     “Do you have anything to add, Greg,” asked Dan?

     “Not really, Slave Tom took my anal cherry when Nancy ordered him to sodomize me.  That made it special,” said Greg offering one of the strangest comments of a very strange day. 

     I was sentenced to five lashes and an hour over the barrel.  I suppose the idea was no one leaves unmarked.  Charmaine spaced the five evenly from the middle of my shoulder blades to the bottom of my butt. 

     I wasn’t stoical about the pain either.  My sense was the Masters wanted to hear me scream and I didn’t disappoint them.  That was why most of them were there.  I howled in pain at each of the five blows.  It was over quickly.  I felt such a sense of relief as Charmaine freed my balls; I forgot about my burning backside.