Sub's Night Out (3 page)

I knelt on the bed before Sir and heard him spit, felt it run down between the cheeks of my asshole. The butt plug was wet from my saliva, and Sir worked the spit around the area for lubrication. The sheer curtains surrounding the bed were pulled aside, and a couple stopped in their tracks.

"I think you would do best to find somewhere else for your fornication, unless you wish to watch." I could hear the sly smile in his voice. The plug was roughly pushed into my hole; a primal sound from deep within escaped me. They decided to move on. There were still a few people around the room, but the curtains provided an enticing silhouette of the events on the bed.

Sir lifted the stockade built into the headboard.

"Place your head and hands in here." I crawled forward and obeyed the instructions immediately. The gate came down on my neck and I felt the tightness in my wrists. Sir removed the cuffs I had been wearing.

"How is that? Comfortable I presume?" I was now naked, completely immobilized and trying to hold both a butt plug and two silver balls inside me. My nipples were pegged and I had no idea what was to come next. M'lady re-entered the room.

"How are you finding her demeanor, Sir? I do hope she has become more affable."

"Your work has done wonders; she is now a very pliable submissive." Their exchange sent a shiver of pride through me, knowing that I had pleased my Sir.

"So what are your intentions towards her now?"

"Why, M'lady, I do so hope that you would join us in this exchange. Do you wish to continue whipping her?"

"Of course, Sir."

"It's always a pleasure to see you work."

M'lady had two long-tailed items attached to each wrist. She stood on the bed behind me.

"These are my dragon's tails. They provide a warm sting on the back and buttocks." She began swinging them; the sound of the air rushing made my heartbeat faster. The first lash came down on my back, and I pulled away.

Sir grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me roughly. "Don't move and you shall have release."

How could I not obey? My longing was rising to a peak. I was having difficulty holding the balls in; I was so wet.

"Please, Sir, will you remove the balls? I need them out now."

"Do you now? We'll see what M'lady thinks, as she is in a better position to judge." Lifting his head over the bed head to be heard, he asked, "M'lady, do you think she deserves release from the silver balls?"

"Of course, Sir, if that is your wish." He must have nodded; I felt her hand reach down between my wet lips, fingering around for the string, and the balls were yanked out past my tight muscles.

M'lady continued flogging me, one lash, two lashes, three lashes, the stinging warming my back. Four lashes, five lashes, the pain descending into my empty cave. Six lashes, seven lashes, eight lashes, trying not to orgasm, my ass rising to receive the lashes. Nine lashes, ten lashes. My body began to shake with the first signs of orgasm. Sir saw my face begin to flush.

"Remember, you are not to have release until I say so."

"Yes, Sir," I groaned

He turned to M'lady with a bow of his head, "Thank you, M'lady, for assisting me to bring this luscious girl to submission."

"It has been my pleasure, Sir."

By the way they were talking, it seemed that he was going to finish me off on his own. I was so desperate for release now. Sir opened the stockade and told me to sit before him. The butt plug pushed against my hole, and I squirmed. While he was talking, he absently fingered my extended nipples, twitching the pegs and sending shivers through me.

"You will get dressed, and I will see you at the door to the club in five minutes. We are leaving."

My mouth fell open, but I responded, "Yes, Sir."

K.L. Joy was born in Victoria, Australia.

In the early '90's, she completed a B.A. (Soc. Sci.) majoring in Sociology at La Trobe University.

After gaining her degree, K.L.'s gypsy spirit cried out for freedom and she traveled around the country working as an artist’s model for fetish photographers in Melbourne, and a life model for painters in Queensland, and a nude outdoor model in Darwin, amongst other things. Soon after returning to Melbourne she hooked up with the fetish photographer again, who took her to the top couturier of corsets. In the instant the laces were tightened KL knew she had found her fetish!

Immersing herself in the BDSM subculture, she often remained on the fringe to allow her method of investigation to remain unaffected. Through her interactions, KL found she had a 'catalyst’ of her own hence the title of her first book. Her desire was freed to explore fully the BDSM sub culture.

The first novel,
Catalyst, Stories of Awakening
, was print released in May '09 to a warm reception from the fetish community in Melbourne. K.L. has also traveled to Adelaide where the BDSM community welcomed her with open arms.

She has also published short stories in an adult magazine Paddles, under the name Mz K, and a Community Press Magazine under the name K.L. Joy.