The Club is full. People are crammed into every corner. The music is loud. To be heard you must shout above the din, and if you get a reply you can only catch every second word – guessing the rest and simply nodding when you can’t guess. The entire place seems to be a swirling mass of humanity; some happy and shouting, some drunk or high, some just sitting by the walls watching, some lost in their own worlds. A nightclub, but a nightclub with a difference. Full Picture Set HERE

Sonias Slave 13

You are wearing a polished black latex outfit. It darkly reflects all that is around you. The hour spent polishing it was worthwhile. The latex clings tightly to every curve of your figure, not so much clothing you as presenting you – little can be seen of your skin, but nothing is hidden. It is a cat suit, hugging your body in its tight restrictive embrace. The long legs of the suit reach down to your ankles where they are meet by black shiny boots with four-inch stiletto heels. The arms reach down to your wrists where they meet more latex, black gloves go back over the suit to your elbow. The suit finishes with a tall collar that is fastened snuggly around your neck. The collar is stiff and keeps your neck long and straight. A single steel ring is embedded into the collar at your throat. At the back of the suit, stretching from beneath the collar, down your back, and between your legs is a black steel zipper. Only two zippers placed over the tight bulges of your breasts break the smooth curves of the front of the suit. Your hands are loosely cuffed behind your back. A leash is attached to the steel ring of your collar; it leads from you to me. Full Picture Set HERE or read the rest of the story

As we walk through the crowded rooms space is made for you, people step back slightly to get a better view of you. The effect is to leave you walking down a corridor of people. Men and women smile at you as you pass, a few yell sounds of appreciation. You walk tall, swinging your hips, enjoying the eyes on you, and absorbing their looks of desire. The voices filling the room are a wild international mix; English, French, German, Japanese, Italian, and Spanish. The accents are varied and uncountable. But moving through the room, the volume drops a fraction as you pass. People pause their loud conversations to spend a moment looking at you.

All around you others are also dressed for the night; some in latex, some in leather, some in lace, some in little but skin. The smell of people fills your senses, the smell of sweat and excitement. The latex that hugs your body keeps you warm and you can feel your sweat against your skin, you are sure that you smell of the same things as the room; sweat, excitement, latex, rubber, leather, sex.

A particularly attentive person would note that the swing of your step is somewhat different from normal, and given the place where you are, and the clothes that you wear, they might make a guess as to the reason. The suit hides virtually nothing of your form. It clings tightly to every curve, to every muscle. As you walk the movement of muscles and flesh beneath the suit can easily be seen, but the latex does hide some things from the casual glance. An anal plug is pushed deep inside you and held in place by the compressed muscles of your buttocks beneath the suit. A large phallus fills your vagina, also firmly held in by the strength of the latex. As you walk they move inside you, are pushed up and down, back and forth, keeping you constantly aware of your sex and how it is being used. But it is only the very attentive person that would notice, a few people seem to be aware as you pass of the reason for your unusual gait, but only very few. The vast majority of people never get past looking at your breasts, where your two nipple rings are clearly defined beneath the tight latex.

We walk through the entire club, checking each room, this is partially so that we can discover all that is happening, but also so that I may savour the pleasure of seeing the different reactions in people’s faces as they see you led past. Some people display outright envy of me, wishing that they could be the holder of the lead. Others simply appear to want to take you on the floor. Some of the women seem jealous of you, wanting also to have such an impression on a crowd. I notice that a few people are in fact following us as we move through the club, their eyes never wavering from your black shiny form.

Eventually we find a place on one of the dance floors and spend a while moving to the heavy beat of the music. I can see in your movements the way the two objects embedded in you are effecting you. I increase the vigor of our dancing to increase the sensations you are feeling. I could happily spend hours doing just this, watching your reactions. I notice that once again a space has cleared around you, a circle of people surrounds you just standing, watching you as I do.

Moving closer to you I let my hands slide down your sides, over your hips, round the smooth globes of your ass, then forward to cup them between your legs. Looking up into your eyes I press upwards and watch the expression on your face change as the objects are driven deeper into you. I know the look, but I will never cease to be excited by it – pleasure, fullness, some amount of discomfort – everything shows in your eyes. The people around us do not miss the signs and they now also share the poorly kept secret of what is beneath the latex. They to now focus on your emotions as you accept that you are now even more on show than before – previously they could see your outfit and your body beneath it, but now they have been given a window to your mind. They watch as I continue to play with you, and slowly you drop what remains of your guard – letting your feelings flow freely across your face; open mouth when the objects are forced high; glazed eyes when your clitoris comes into contact with my hand through the latex

A bolder member of the crowd steps up to me, and yelling to be heard over the music says

‘Hallo meinem freund. Ich finde keine worte. Ich mochte einen tanz mit ihrer Freundin haben? Ich verspreched, mit ihr achtzugeben. Wenn ich das leash fur einen tanz gerade habe konnte? Bitten?’

It is hard to understand him in the noise of the club, but I understand enough to know what he wants. He is a tall blond man, probably about twenty-five, typically Arian in looks. He is dressed in a tight latex top, which exposes well-muscled arms and covers a strong chest, and latex shorts that come down to just over the knee. Heavy black leather boots complete his outfit. I spend a few moments looking at him, trying to gauge him. I nod my head, then pass him the leash. I take a step back, but not far, I need to be able to step in quickly if the occasion arises. Your gaze has been on us both as the exchange took place, but now it drifts to him as he steps up to you and placing his arm around your waist pulls you to him. Your eyes widen as the force of his movement forces your two embedded objects deeper into you.

Sonias Slave 14

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For a while the two of you dance alone but soon other adventurous people step up. As each comes forward they look at me, and I slowly nod my approval. The extra people make it harder to judge, but I keep my eyes on your face watching for anything that would tell me you are no longer comfortable. Finally there are six men dancing around you, each with his hands on you, sliding them over the slick latex. One of them slides his hand down between your legs, and feels something hard where it should be only soft. He knows what is inside you and he passes the information on to the others. Now their dancing is modified, they move you and touch you in such a way as to assure that the phallus inside you is pushed deeper and harder into you. As their play becomes more physical and their hands more daring you close your eyes to them, allowing the sensations of their rough touch to fill your mind. The sight of so many men touching you, playing with you, is exciting but now I want you back, so I move back to the first man and take back the leash. As I walk away leading you, I can see the disappointment in the eyes of all the men.

We move to a slightly quieter corner of the club. I kiss you hard, the sight of the men all touching you, wanting you, has aroused me incredibly. I contemplate just taking you then and there amongst all the people. Possibly in a place like this it would not a first, but then the fun would be diminished for the night. I want to hold on to my arousal. I want you to stay in a state of excitement for hours, I want your sex to be saturated with your excitement when I finally enter you. I discard the idea. To make up for the loss of not having you immediately I place my hands between your legs and force the two phallus’ as deep into you as they will go. All the time watching your eyes, absorbing the look that flashes across your face as you feel the objects being rammed into you.

After a while we move again through the crowded club looking in at all the smaller rooms. In one a man is tied to a cross while his mistress whips his back. In another an elderly man dressed in leathers is whipping the breasts of a younger woman. A crowd has gathered and is yelling for him to strike harder with each blow. He wants to please the crowd so he obliges and the woman’s cries rise another notch. Unusually though she is not bound, she holds her hands behind her back and thrusts her breasts out to meet the whip. She could step away at any time, but does not. I think to myself that this is the most erotic part of the show, her willing and active submission. I turn to you and pull on your lead till your ear is close to my mouth.

‘Would you do this for me? Would you stand unbound in front of a crowd and have your breasts whipped?’

You look at me but do not reply. I open one of the zips at your breasts, take hold of a nipple ring and twist it. You close your eyes and open your mouth to groan, but do not complain. Pleased I released your nipple and close the zip again. When I turn back to the show it has stopped. The man is now kissing the lady who now is proudly displaying two very red and stripped breasts.

The activity in this room seems to have died down for the moment so we move on. As the night has progressed the crowd seems to have lost what little inhibitions they had in the beginning. The atmosphere seems to be half way between that of a wild party, and a B&D orgy. The air is hot. I am unsure of the time, it was just after midnight when we arrived, so it is probably somewhere about 2:00 in the morning now. The crowd does not seem like they are ready to retire.

We move back to the dance floor. Your face is flushed, I assume it is a combination of excitement and heat, I am sure that you are sweating inside the strict confines of the latex. A lady walks past carrying a whip, casually swiping at people she passes. She pauses to let a few strokes land on your latex covered ass, then smiling a devilish grin moves on. I take some time to look around the room admiring the outfits, and the lack of outfits. I decide it is time to play.

Pulling you over to me I reach out and undo the two zips at your breasts. Without the strong latex and zips to hold you in, your breasts push out from the suit. They make a fantastic image; large white breasts contrasting against the shiny black of the suit, silver nipple rings glinting under the lights. You look at me, mouth slightly open, chest pushed out. I allow my hands to reach for your breasts, sliding a finger through each ring and then lifting. Your nipples stretch as they take the weight of your breasts, I pull slightly higher and your breasts are lifted from your chest. You close your eyes, let your head fall back, and push your chest out towards me, offering your breasts. I slowly lower my hands again and slide my fingers free, then pull you to me.

Sonias Slave 15

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I want to watch you being fucked, having your breasts tormented, your body used for pleasure. But this once, I do not want to be the one doing it, I want simply to look into your eyes as it happens. To watch your eyes as your sex is rammed full, as your breasts are handled, caressed, slapped, tugged. To watch as your body receives pleasure and pain, as it is given an overload of sensations. I want to watch and listen as you cry out in the height of explosive Orgasm, as you cry out in torment.

We leave the dance floor, and move to one of the smaller rooms. As you move once again the crowd opens, this time all openly staring at your exposed pierced nipples.

The room is fairly quiet, and directing you to open your legs I reach down and open the zip between your legs wide enough to expose your sex. With the zip open the juice of your excitement flows out from your sex and slides in thick drops down your leg. I run my finger through it and lift it to my lips. Sweet. I slowly pull the phallus from your sex, ignoring the people who now watch. It seems to slide from you forever, but finally its huge length and girth fall free, leaving your sex open and empty. I guide you down to the floor, and when you lie spread in front of me I place my hand at your hot wet sex and slowly begin the act of driving it into you. A small crowd of people now gathers as they watch your sex absorb my hand, first my fingers, then my fist, my wrist. Once inside you I use my hand as a phallus, thrusting into you, filling you. For a while I enjoy the pleasure of the feel of you, and the sound of you as I thrust my fist deep inside you. I can feel the hardness of the phallus that is still deep in your anus through the thin wall of your vagina, it adds an extra dimension to my pleasure.

I am absorbed in my task when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Standing next to me is the man who previously asked for a dance with you. He does not speak, but just raises his eyebrows at me and inclines his head in your direction. I pause for a moment, thinking, then nod my head. He moves over and stands astride your chest and looks down at you on the floor.

‘Sagen hallo zu ihrer neuen Meister, Erklaren sie mir ihren namen mein schones wenig sklave’.

You look up at him above you. The music is still loud in the room and it is difficult to hear, but even without the noise his speech would have been to fast for you to translate. Your mind is distracted as I continue to thrust my forearm into your stretched sex, and you do not answer him.

‘Ich sagte erklare mir ihr namens !!’ he pauses and waits for a response but again you can not understand his speech. ‘Erklaren sie mir ihren namen oder ich verdrke ihren nippel !!!’ Again he stands and waits for your response, but again you cannot understand him.

He frowns and reaching down to your breasts he takes a ring in each hand and whilst lifting them high twists them. You cry out and arch your back as he lifts your breasts high by your cruelly stretched nipples. While still holding your tormented breasts he lowers his head and yells ‘I said what is your name slave !’ Finally you understand his question and gasp out. ‘D, my name is D!!’. He looks into your eyes ‘Bitten sie mich gnade zu haben’ again you look blankly at him, not knowing what he wants ‘Bitten sie mich gnade zu haben !!!’ You do not understand him. Ha scowls down at you for a moment then jerks up wards on you nipples. For a while he pulls and twists on you, before finally releasing your nipple rings and standing up straight again, now with a smile on his face.

This is one of Lady Sonia’s favorite stories, it goes like this. The sun came through the tall windows, flittering down between the book shelves and books softly, dancing with the dust motes that lingered in the air. It was pleasant here, at least for her; she readjusted her glasses and focused again on the text open before her. She could feel the headache growing inside her, it happened sometimes, she still wasn’t use to the glasses and the affect they had or didn’t have. She couldn’t read without them, not without asking for a headache and the current one was building because she had attempted just that. Bad idea apparently.

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Her lips parted in a yawn as she stretched in her chair, her plain white button up blouse straining over her generous bosom as her legs uncoiled from beneath the chair her sweetly curved bottom rested in. Spencer’s Fairy Queen was interesting, truly it was but today it was just not holding her mind, and the small text was blurring before her eyes, even with the glasses. She shook her head, her curls moving around her shoulders easily before resettling as she rested her chin in the cup of her palm and glanced around her at the bookshelves.

She was all alone here too, just studying for something that wasn’t happening for two more weeks and everyone else had obliviously found better things to do. Perhaps she was too much of an over achiever. Suddenly the female felt hands on her shoulders, teasing her skin through the curtain of her hair, the heat of the hands going through her white linen blouse and plain gray vest. Her head turned, eyes widening before they took in the sight of him. “Oh..sir..” she turned in her seat, her hands reaching up towards him only to have his hands close around hers and pull her upward, out of her chair. She went, her gray skirt sliding around her long legs even as her kitten heels hit softly against the floor in clacks, she stumbled into his taller frame and blushed, smiling shyly up at him.

“How is my good girl?” She shivered slightly at the low chuckle in his voice, at the memory of when those words had last been spoken. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them as she tried to find the words to speak. “Bored.” The truth came from her lips as she stood before him, her hands still imprisoned in his grasp. He tsked.

“We can’t have that now can we?” She shook her head slowly, curious about why he was here. And how, oh how could her greatest wish have suddenly come true and he was here in the flesh before her, holding her against him. He had been so busy, so distant of late, and she had fallen back into her studies to try and ignore the fact that she seemed only a bother to him. His hands exerted a gentle pressure on her arms and she inhaled, her eyes looking up at him as memories entered her mind, her legs clenching together as she found herself suddenly weak limbed, her knees melting and her whole body betraying her by voicing a very vocal wish for him to touch her.

He grinned, noting the difference in her bearing and turned the two of them so that her back was against the bookshelves, one hand remained on hers, keeping them together while the other ran down her body, a teasing caress that earned a soft whimper from her. She was wet and she knew it now, her body wanted him so badly, he had made certain it was so. His hand slipped under the hem of her short skirt and trailed upward toward the juncture between her legs, her lips parted this time in a moan as his fingers caressed her through the scanty material of her lace underwear.

“Oh, what a good girl you are…” he murmured and she nodded wordlessly, backing with his steps so that her butt was up hard against the bookshelves, he urged her hands higher, resting them on the rails that ran on either side of the metal bookshelf. The cool metal against her heated flesh sent a shiver down her spine. “Keep your hands there babydoll…” His voice chuckled as she nodded shakily, her eyes half closed and yet fixed on him as his hands shaped her figure through her clothing, undoing the buttons of her gray vest. Her breathing strained the buttons of her white shirt though, her lips parted in the soft pants that was now her air. She felt her whole body tremble as he stood there, just looking at her, hardly touching her body, a whimper sounding from deeper within her throat, her body pulsated with her need, she needed him so badly she ached.

“Please sir..” she begged softly, earning a gleam of heat from his eyes and another low chuckle, one of those special ones, deeper then normal that sent a rush of dampness through her body. She could feel her desire on her legs now, and she knew her panties were completely ruined. Her vest hung off her arms, his hands reached toward her and she almost sobbed in relief, only to have him hardly touch her, his fingers barely gazing her skin as he undid the tiny pearl buttons of her shirt. her clothing felt like too much, she wanted it gone, off her flushed skin. She began to lower her arms only to have him tsk, disapproving. “No, don’t. Do as your told babydoll, now what is it?”

“Too much clothing…” she murmured, her cheeks coloring with a blush as she spoke. He smirked and came closer to her, his hands reaching up, bringing her arms down to slip off the vest, yet when it came to her white shirt he lifted her arms back up, folding her fingers around the railings. His hands went down, trailing along her limbs, then fisting the fabric of her shirt in his hands, pulling it taunt against her back.

She stilled, watching him with eyes dark and slumberous heated. They both were silent, frozen there, eyes locked with heat arching between the two although now that her shirt hung open it revealed the creamy skin of her breasts covered only by a simple white bra. Then the sound of ripping fabric rent the air as his hands yanked the cloth apart. Her lips parted in a earthy gasp as she grasped tighter onto the metal beneath her hands, her body quivering slightly in response. Now he leaned close, his lips parting as he laid a kiss onto the pale column of her neck, brushing her curls out of the way, his nose inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. The kiss turned into a soft suction against her skin, then teeth scraped, grazed ever so slightly, she shivered against him, moaning softly, her eyes shut and skin flushed pink. Still he did not touch her with anything other then his mouth, and that a slow, languid, wandering touch, one minute sucking hard enough at some part of her smooth skin to color it a rosy red, the next just a simple chaste kiss pressed against her flesh. “Please please, oh sir….please” she whimpered the words, her need making her voice a earthy sound. His hands finally came to touch her sides, where her figure began to curve outward, steadying her as he chuckled.

“Very well little one.” And with that his hands began their exploration of her skin. It was like he had no knowledge of anything about her, shaping each inch of her skin, touching everywhere, seeking out the places that made her wither against him in surprise reaction. His fingers came to her back, he pressed up closer to her front and she arched her body into him, trying to press herself into him, searching blindly for release. He undid the clips to her bra, then moving to the little clips in the front that would change the article into a strapless bra if need be. He made short work of those, and the bra dropped away, discarded on the floor to reveal the full pertness of her large breasts. The skin was translucent, so pale that her veins showed easily, except for the softly pink nipples, and the richer color of the hardened buds that jutted outward in her arousal.

“So pretty…” his voice took on a tone of possessiveness, one that tightened her body further even though he stepped further away to examine her, his eyes running over all that he could see, taking in the trembling of her arms as she clenched the railings tight for support. He stepped forward, softly guiding her hands down, letting the ruins of her shirt fall to the ground to join her bra and vest, his body turned her again, guiding her back toward her desk, although his hands pushed her books out of the way, clearing the surface. She went as he directed, although she stumbled a time or two, unsteady in her kitten heels. His hands somehow made her skirt vanish, it snaked down her legs to pool around her feet. “Step out of it pet.” He murmured and she did, his hands reached around her to cup her butt in his hands before he lifted her slightly, placing her sitting on the desk. She sat there, the sunlight falling over her pale figure, her curls a mused halo around her flushed cheeks, her eyes depths of molten green and bronze.

Her lips parted and she softly licked her lips, wetting them as she started remembering herself, and reached to cover her nudity. He reached out and stopped her. “No.” was all he said, and she surrendered to his order, nodding slowly.

His hands went to his own shirt next, watching her with those brilliant eyes of his, slowly undoing the buttons, baring his skin to her eyes, which were fixed on him, she was now shameless as she sprawled on the table top near nude and watched him. Finally the shirt was open and with a casual shrug it was gone, on the floor, her eyes watched it descend only to travel back up his body. His hands moved down, touching on the top of his pants but then he chuckled. “Not yet.“ She watched his actions with riveted eyes. She wanted him nude as she was, she craved to see his form but he had said not yet and so it would not happen yet.

He came closer, his hands coming up now, reaching out to devour her skin with his burning touch. His fingers stroked along her skin, the softness of it pleasing to him. Her spine bowed when his hands cupped the fullness of her breasts, the sensitive skin sending a hoarse cry flying from her lips. “..mas..ter….” she moaned for him, her legs parting as his legs angled to move between them. She whimpered in protest when his hands left her breasts, to dance down the rest of her skin, fondling her butt as well, urging her up, partly off the table so that her whole body was his plaything. She trembled against him, a thing gone aflame with desire. “Oh..sir, master please, please…”

“Please what sweet? Tell me what you want, tell me how much you want me, how badly your little body needs me.” he ended his statement with his hands slipping inside her panties, playing softly in the wetness of her juices. “Master…please, I need you, oh…I…I need you, inside me. My body needs you please, please please…” she nearly cried the last. He chuckled again, both hands going to her lace panties, ripping them swiftly just like he had her shirt. She cried out, the violent tearing of fabric so close to her sensitive flesh sending shudders down her spine.

“Good girl, good pet.” Her eyes were large and excited as they fixed on him, as his hands went to his own pants, undoing the buttons, the material falling away to reveal the obvious tent of his arousal in his boxers. She licked her lips, her throat working as she stared at him, flushed and wet with excitement. He stepped into her legs again, and she tugged down his boxers without him even having to say a word, freeing his jutting length, and her eyes worshipped it.

His hands kneaded her buttocks again, lifting her slightly off the table and then, in one sweet, perfect moment, he rammed into her, hard, commanding, his body possessing hers as she cried out for him, withering as the sweet fire infected her veins. His thrusts earned a litany of moans and whimpers from her, her body shivering, trembling as he impaled her again and again, until finally she broke, screaming, convulsing violently around his shaft as he buried himself and they came together.