Pauline's Parties
“Your impudence will attract ten strokes of the whip when we get inside. Now your Mistress is ordering you to get out of the car.”
Pauline got out of the car and pulled John out of the back by his collar chain aided by Grant who was grinning broadly. At that moment another car arrived and several people dressed in latex got out.
“Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen can I have your invitations please” the doorman asked as if leading a half naked man by a chain and dog collar his wrists secured by a bondage belt to his sides was the most natural thing in the world.
Gwen gave the doormen the invitations and they went in.
Pauline was stunned at the enormity of the venue, the huge caverns and by the thousand or so people dressed in SM clothes, some men with their penises exposed that were milling around the huge caverns or sitting at benches while others watched side shows or just other people.
Grant was dressed in black leather from head to toe with studded wrist bands and bondage belt with chains and rings. As he strode through the crowds his muscular body and bare arms attracted attention from men and women alike who stared at this six foot blond living god.
Walking alongside him Pauline felt absolutely safe and she knew that Gwen did too because Grant was a natural born warrior...
“Come on let’s sit down at this table and have a puff” Grant said.
They are sat down and soon had the pipe going and before long they were all stoned and laughing and giggling. The wooden bench began to rock and Pauline looked up surprised to see a man fucking a woman on the end.
“Anything goes here, and before I forget you should give your slave John six strokes for talking in the car outside and order him to count like I instructed you Gwen said.
Pauline hesitated then a sense of power flooded through her body and she stood up. She looked every inch the dominant woman dressed in black latex, the basque, knee high leather boots and her breasts pointed shaped by the moulded latex bra that left her nipples poking through little holes in the end. She pulled the chain attached to the dog collar around John’s neck. “Get up slave and bend over the bench with your buttocks in the air. I am going to give you six strokes of the crop for being disobedient outside and I want you to count the strokes” she ordered her hands on her hips, her legs wide apart.
