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2 Club Surrender (Once inside) from slaveallan68's blog

Mistress Nicki gently clips one clamp to one nipple and then the next. "how are we doing slave?" "I'm ok Ma'am," I answer calmly as I cringe from the punishing biting of the nipple clamps. Shivering from anticipation and the fact that I am naked and standing in a fetish club for all to see. Taking a quick moment, I take in my new surroundings. At first sight, the club appears like any other nightclub. To one side there is your typical bar with it beer taps and the liquor bottles displayed in the back. Of course, not far off there is a dance floor. The only difference here most the dancers are naked, and hand tied like me. Then you had your array of tables where you can see clothed people sitting. The naked slaves were either kneeling or standing next to the table. But just beyond that, I can see the play area. All kinds of kinky furniture that I expect I will be introduced to soon enough. Now I can see a woman tied to a cross, both her arms and legs were spread wide to give her owner full access to all her sensitive spots. In fact, I could see that her master has already put clamps on her nipples that would be tighter than the clamps that Mistress Nicki had put on me. Also by the look on her face, she has been teased and denied release for quite some time. The anguish on her face each time he pulled the vibrator away is getting me excited. Then again, I could soon be in that slave predicament too. The site of the cute blonde slave with his hand pulled high above his head forcing him up on his toes. Which is attached to his cute feet that his mistress has pulled apart with a polished black spreader bar. This lovely specimen also sported a bright pink ball gag which became apparent why when his mistress steps back into my view. In each hand, she banishes a shiny leather flogger. She wasted no time in guiding her tools to their intended spot across his back. Again, and again I heard the swoosh just before the sound of the slap as each strip of the flogger impacted with its target. I am spellbound as I watch the slave flinch every time the flogger kissed his skin, and I swear his cock would grow another inch with each punishing slap. If it wasn't for the cock cage the poor soul is locked in. I find myself rubbing my legs together as I watch his predicament. Nothing else seems to matter as I stood there staring. "Slave! Slave look at me when I speak to you." I hear as I turn my head back to focus on Mistress Nicki. I see that Mistress Nicki is now holding a tablet in 


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