It was just another Saturday night at the club. The BDSM and Swingers club that she frequented was in full ‘swing’ for lack of a better term. People were already paired off for what she liked to mentally call ‘Round 1’ and in a while, they were all end up at the main area for refreshments and then off, they would go with new partners for ‘Round 2’.
She surveyed the area that she was walking through, bodies and limbs of people in various sexual positions. All of them were enjoying themselves in their sexual desires. This area was a sex-only area, which did not stop some of the just on the edge of BDSM activities but kept the harder stuff at bay. It was an area to try not to “Scare the Muggles”, as they discussed in their staff meetings. She giggled as she heard some lady whisper ‘Oh yeah, fuck me big Papa!’ to her partner. She left that area and headed to another area.
This room was a bit edgier with some BDSM equipment but mostly just equipment for fucking and slight restraint. The people at this club had never seen her do anything beyond occasionally having sex with a few select partners. They were mostly other staff members that she was already close to. She surveyed the area, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. She stood off to the edge watching, before deciding to head back to the first area.
“Princess Down.” She heard the words, and they replayed in her head but her body instinctively lowered itself into a kneeling position with her head lowered. The reaction to those two words could only come from hearing them from the person that planted them in her mind. He walked around in front of her and she saw His boots in front of her. She knew those boots anywhere – resigned, she closed her eyes and lowered her head further. Those boots didn’t normally come to this club, though. There was only one reason they would be here… for her.
She knew the activity around her had ceased by the soundlessness in the room. She felt as He gathered her hair into a ponytail on her head and bound it. He then placed a thick collar on her neck, securing it into place. He lifted her chin with His finger, His deep brown eyes meeting her already tear-filled eyes.
“I think it’s time You and I had a talk.” He said softly, but sternly. He was the only person that would ever attempt to put her into the place that she was in at this moment. He was the only person who knew those two words and even if others did know them, she would not respond to them.
“Yes, Daddy.” She answered softly in reply. He was her first Dominant. He was the person who had trained her to be the submissive that she was. He was the person that had complete control over her at any time – no matter the relationship that she was involved in.
Not that it mattered. Right now, she was not in a relationship. Having just broken off a mostly vanilla, but swingers relationship, with a guy who found other pleasures of spending money on gambling and hookers more exciting than paying his bills and going to work. “Good luck to bad rubbish…” She thought.
She had lived with her roommate for six months. The roommate was in a D/s relationship that she met up with the guy twice a week – a bit of a Dragon Horde situation. Not that she had gone without but it had been a bit of a wild streak of guys from the bar that she brought home and fucked. Some of them didn’t even make it home and instead, they used their vehicles and in one case the backside of the bar.
“You are way out of control again, Princess.” He said securing the leash to her collar. “Let’s go have a talk.” He said lifting the leash and pulling upwards. She stood up and ignoring the throng of people watching the situation unfold, she followed Him, my head bowed, towards the deepest and darkest part of the venue.
Except in emergency situations, most people at the venue had never seen me in this area. He did not even hesitate as He guided me to a spanking bench and secured me tightly to the padded bench by my wrists, ankles, thighs, and waist. This was going to likely be worse than the last time He had come out to “have a talk with me.” That time she had disobeyed some serious rules from training. This time she wasn’t really disobeying rules, but she was not exactly being safe in my activities either.
She felt His hands on her skin, rubbing the flesh not covered by the straps holding her down. She saw another pair of boots appear in front of her on the floor. “What are your slow and safe words?” She recognized the voice immediately as the main group Dungeon Monitor Ian.
“Matrix and Butterfly.” She answered softly. She saw the boots walk away, obviously satisfied with her answer. She felt someone testing the straps biding her. She could still feel His fingers caressing her skin as DM Ian gave his approval and moved away.
“Princess, I thought you were done with your slutty ways with strangers,” Daddy said softly trailing his fingers down her backside. “I’m hearing reports, though, that you are out being very naughty.” She felt His fingers leave her body only to be replaced by a solid object against her skin. “This is not going to be pleasant.” He stated.
The few strikes against her tender flesh caused her to cry out loudly. She noticed that the lights were slightly turned down and soft music began playing in the background. “Scream and cry all you want, Princess, nobody cares about that!” He whispered in her ear. He chuckled before starting His assault on her backside again. She screamed and thrashed with every strike until she begged.
“Please Daddy,” She whimpered, “I’m sorry. I will be good. I promise.” She yelled out repeatedly.
“I don’t believe you!” He ground out, striking her again. “You have been totally out of control is what I hear.” His voice was loud and firm as He continued striking her ass and thighs.
“Daddy, I’m sorry!” She cried out, tears falling freely down her cheeks.
“Were you trained to be some stranger's slut?” He questioned as His strikes continued on her ass and thighs.
“No Daddy!!!” She cried out, her body trying to twist away from His strikes.
He put His hand on the small of her back and waited until she stopped fighting. “Good girl,” He murmured, “but we’re not done yet.” He said softly as He switch implements. He began striking her again, hitting her ass and thighs watching as the pink and red welts formed on her skin. Her sobs were filling the room as He continued to land strike after strike on her skin.
He switched to another implement, harsher and more demanding, as she continued crying, protesting, pleading and screaming. Her pink and red welts were now angry and red with some purple. The crowd in the room, which had increased greatly in size, watching in awe as He punished her – something they had never seen involving her previously at this club.
She was a sobbing ball of incoherent words now. His eyes met that of the DM and they both nodded to each other. The DM came over and helped Him release her from the bench. DM Ian’s submissive brought a blanket and a bottle of water to them as He guided her to a recovery mattress. He wrapped her in the blanket and into His arms on her side, as He encouraged her to take a few sips of water.
She continued to cry and apologize softly as He stroked her hair and head. He cooed at her to encourage her to be quiet. “Relax Princess.” He said softly. He pressed the bottle of water to her lips and she took a few more sips before nodding and laying her head on His chest.
“I made the mistake of letting you go on your own Princess.” He said softly still stroking her head and hair. “We’re going to remedy that situation.” She nodded in her haze but looked up at Him. He fingered the collar on her neck and looked at it before looking at her. “This stays on from now on, understand Princess?”
She nodded, lowered her head, and closed her eyes. “Yes, Daddy.” She answered, her voice soft. This was going to be the restart of their relationship and this time, He was going to put her exactly where she should be in His life.