As Amanda arrived at the old warehouse, she pulled her BMW upto the garage door and blew her horn twice. The person watching behind the camera responded by opening the bay door allowing her to drive into the garage. She pulled her car into a free spot and turned off her engine. As she all the time did she responded to a couple of last minute texts before she turned off her phone.

Normally she would be glued to her phone and computer, but the club rules strictly did not allow any electronic devices beyond the garage. Naturally Amanda didn’t like it but accepted it to be a member of the club.

Stepping out of her freshly detailed car she glanced at her reflection in the window. Amanda pulled down the hem of her blue latex mini dress so that it was just above her crotch and her tiny tight ass. She also adjusted the low cut front of her dress to show the curves of her firm small breasts. Next Amanda shook her head back and forth a few times to fluff up her short-cropped blond hair. Polishing a slight smudge on her blue five-inch heeled pumps she looked over her well-toned legs. Finally she looked over her entire petite yet very athletic body one last time. “Thirty-one years old and still perfect,” she said to herself, before she turned and walked up the stairs.

The stairs led her to the second floor, which was known as the ‘gathering room.’ All the windows in this room were boarded shut to conceal what happens inside the club. However the ‘gathering room’ was a stark contrast to the outside of the dilapidated old warehouse. The room was brightly lighted with a freshly polished hard wood floor. Strategically arranged around the room were numerous antique chairs and lounges where the members could relax. Finally on the walls were very tasteful paintings, some dating back to the mid and early nineteenth century.

Looking around Amanda saw that most if not all the twenty-four members were already there. She noticed her best friend Paula with her husband Brent, and walked over to join them.

Amanda and Paula had been close friends and lovers since school. Even after Paula was married to Brent they would invite Amanda over to join them in bed. In fact they were the ones, who told Amada about the ‘Warehouse Club’ and later sponsored her membership.

Greeting both of her friends with a warm embrace and a more than just friendly kiss, Amanda began chatting with the two of them.

Moments later an elegant woman in her late thirties stepped into the room. She wore a tight black spandex evening dress that perfectly accented her curvy but not chunky frame. Her large 36D breasts were straining to explode out of the clingy dress designed to hold them in. Her hair was a soft brunette color, which she kept loose to flow freely onto her shoulders. The woman’s name was Beth but everyone referred to her as Mistress because she owned the warehouse and founded the ‘Warehouse Club.’

“Welcome everyone to the July meeting of the Warehouse Club,” she began, “As you all know the one thing that all binds us is our love of BDSM. Most if not all of our members are both dominant and sadistic, and enjoy inflicting pain for our sexual arousal and sadistic pleasure.” She took a sip from her champagne glass then continued; “Normally we are fortunate to have one or two submissives, who are willing to serve as our masochistic victims so we can indulge ourselves. However from time to time we are not able find a submissive to fulfill our needs for the night, so we have to choose someone from among our members. Unfortunately tonight is one of those nights.”

The woman motioned towards a tray filled with plastic shot glasses and asked the man next to the tray to take a glass and pass it down so that everyone can have one. As the tray was passed around Amanda took a glass then gave another one to both Paula and Brent before the tray was passed further. “Each of these shot glasses has harmless juice,” Mistress explained, “However one of these glasses also has a very mild muscle relaxant and will cause that person to be powerless for a few moments and fall to floor. That will be our victim for this evening.”

Everyone including Beth drank down their shot glass. As Amanda drank down her glass, she didn’t taste anything odd and she wondered she was safe. She like everyone else was looking around to see who would fall to the floor.

Moment’s later Amanda lost the grip on the shot glass she was holding. As it fell to the floor, she felt her body growing weak. “Fuck no,” Amanda whimpered as she collapsed onto the floor. Her friend Paula gasped when Amanda collapsed while the other guests cheered and applauded.

Amanda lay helpless on the floor and unable to move as two men carried her away. “She will gain her strength back in less than an hour,” Mistress assured the members, ” In the meantime relax and mingle while we get our little pain bitch ready.”

Amanda desperately wanted to struggle and get free but couldn’t move, as she was carried up to the next floor to ‘playroom.’ Once upstairs the men stripped off her clothes and locked leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Next they attached her wrist cuffs to a spreader bar that was suspended by a cable hanging from the ceiling. Amanda was then winched upwards by her wrists. Just then Beth came up still wearing her latex evening dress although this time she was also wearing a latex hood over her head.

Mistress caressed Amanda’s face as the young woman hung with her feet a few inches from the floor. “You know the rules,” Beth said still caressing the her face, “If we don’t have a submissive one will be chosen randomly from the membership. We all agreed to that. Besides it is just for the night; a mere eight hours then you are free again.”

Amanda strained her neck muscles to acknowledge the older woman. “If it is any consolation,” Mistress said as she began caressing Amanda’s firm breasts, ” I wish it was someone else hanging here instead of you. I love how viscous you are with a whip.”

Without any further word Mistress left with the men, leaving Amanda hanging alone in the large room. She had been in the ‘playroom’ countless times before abusing people who were secured in the exact spot she was. However she never dreamed that she would be the victim. She looked around the room to see the numerous torture devices she had used many times and thought what it will feel like when the others use them on her.

The windows were boarded shut and well insulated for sound. There was also no clock on the walls so she had no idea how long she had been left hanging there. As she got movement back in her limbs she realized it would soon be time. She began struggling as her strength returned.

Eventually she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and began fighting her bonds in desperation. The sight of Amanda struggling to get free made the members sadistically laugh at her situation.

Amanda had a reputation as an extremely strict and sadistic domme. In fact the harsh way she treated the submissives was part of the reason why the club had such a hard time recruiting more. So the other members were excited and thrilled to see how this tough businesswoman held up to the same torture she enjoyed inflicting on others.

When her friends began coming upstairs they were all dressed in numerous leather and latex as they usually were. Amanda quickly recognized Brent wearing latex shorts with leather boots and leather hood. His arm was around Paula, who was wearing her pink latex catsuit with matching latex hood and pink leather boots. The two were kissing casually as they walked towards her..

As some of the members selected whips and floggers from the wall, Amanda twisted nervously in her bonds but she refused to beg for mercy like many of the submissives that suffered under her.

The blond victim could only watch as two men wearing shorts and leather hoods, secured her ankle cuffs obscenely wide aside to anchors imbedded into the floor. Above her Amanda could her a motor begin, which pulled up the cable attached to her wrist cuffs. Soon she could feel her body being pulled tighter and tighter until she could barely move.

Paula and Brent walked upto her and Paula whispered, “No matter what we do to you remember that we love you.”

Her best friend then firmly grabbed some of Amanda’s hair and spit on her face. Brent grabbed Amanda’s face forcing her jaws open and spit into her mouth. Without warning Amanda was struck from behind by a bullwhip that wrapped itself around her body and slapped her left breast hard. In response, she bit her lip determined to be tough and not be broken. She was resolved to be tougher than the others she herself often whipped.

A moment later another whip cracked across her right thigh and dug into her opposite thigh. Amanda was struggling wildly from the pain but fought the urge to scream.

A painful rain of whips lashed over her helpless petite body for countless minutes. As the pain increased with each strike, Amanda desperately tried to keep her dignity and not scream or beg. Until finally one of the whips found it’s way to her tender hairless crotch. Although it was not a hard strike her pussy had all the time been very sensitive and that forced Amanda to start screaming in pain. When she finally started screaming everyone cheered in delight.

After a very brief rest, the whipping resumed across Amanda’s entire body. Her arms, legs, breasts, ass, back, stomach and of course pussy were all fair targets. The young blonde strained and struggled desperately to the enjoyment of her tormentors.

Her friends were relentless as they whipped her. Amanda’s struggling and screaming only fueled their desire to make her suffer more. “Please, no more,” Amanda pleaded, “I promise anything if you just stop.”

Amanda’s mind was a total blur as she struggled and screamed in agony for what seemed like hours. Since everyone who struck her wore masks, she had no clue who was whipping her, but she was certain everyone including her best friend Paula was beating her.

At one point Paula stood in front of her holding a dragon tail whip. Amanda watched in horror as her best friend aimed directly between her thighs at her exposed pussy. The heavy leather strap smacked hard at her vulnerable sex. In fact the tip of the strap even penetrated her folds and struck her clit. Amanda howled in agony. She fought wildly but her bonds held her in place. While Amada was still screaming Paula pressed her lips to Amanda and gave her a deep erotic kiss while Amanda continued screaming.

Moments later another whip struck between her thighs and lashed her pussy lips again. The pain was overwhelming as she continued to scream into her friend’s mouth. After twenty more sharp blows directly at her crotch, the members continued to whip the rest of her body.

Finally the whipping stopped. Amanda was left hanging by her wrists sobbing and panting heavily trying to catch her breath. Glancing around she could see her tormentors either relaxing or fucking She also noticed a small group who were obviously discussing how they should abuse her next.

Suddenly Amanda felt fingers reaching between her thighs and part her folds. By now her pussy was extremely sore and sensitive. Amanda screamed in pain from the very slight touch.”Her pussy is soaking wet,” Paula reported to everyone, “This bitch isn’t a sadist, she is a little pain slut.”

Her friends laughed and cheered upon hearing it, as Paula began massaging Amanda’s clit. Although her clit was in total distress, it was more sensitive than in her entire life. It wasn’t long until Amanda began moaning from pain mixed with the approach of pleasure. She was obviously getting closer to a very powerful orgasm. She and Paula had slept together many times, which gave Paula intimate knowledge of Amanda. Unfortunately for her Paula stopped just before she could cum. “NOOOOOOO!'” Amanda screamed in frustration, “Don’t fucking stop!”

Paula let her friend calm down before she began teasing her clit again. When Amanda was trembling in her bonds and getting close again, Paula slowed her teasing and said, “Admit that you are really a submissive. Admit that you are a painslut.”

Tears were pouring down Amanda’s face as she twisted in frustration. “Just let me cum,” Amanda pleaded.

“Admit that you are really a submissive painslut,” her friend demanded and she continued teasing Amanda’s clit.

Amanda could feel her herself on the edge of a powerful climax if only Paula would stop teasing her and let her cum. The teasing went on endlessly as others around her eagerly watched her suffer. Finally the frustration mixed with pain grew too much. Amanda needed relief.

Twisting wildly Amanda screamed, ” Alright I admit it. I am really a submissive bitch who needs to be controlled and abused. I desperately need to be enslaved. Now fucking let me cum.”

Everyone in the playroom including her friend Paula cheered. The only one not cheering was Mistress, who was contemplating what Amanda just admitted to and what she could do to exploit it.

Amanda sobbed loudly as her friend stopped playing with her clit before she could cum. At that moment she was lowered to the ground and released from the cable. Two very strong men grabbed her to keep her under control as a large wooden table was rolled out. Again Amanda struggled in vain as the men forced her onto her back on the table. As she was being secured spread eagle to the table, Amanda noticed Mistress standing next to her. “Please no more Mistress,” she whimpered.

Mistress caressed her face and said, ” Sweetie we have only begun to torture you.”

A woman dressed in a black latex catsuit then climbed onto the table. After she unzipped her crotch she lowered herself onto Amanda’s mouth. “Lick me bitch,” the woman demanded.

A combination of pain humiliation and frustration overwhelmed Amanda, making her sob from her admission that she was a submissive instead of a domme. Obviously the woman on her face didn’t like her hesitation and someone used a cattle prod to shock her hairless crotch.

Amanda screamed into the woman’s mound from the shock. The woman again demanded that Amanda lick her off. Afraid of another shock Amanda began to lick the woman as ordered. As Amanda licked the woman someone else was teasing her clit and building her up to a very powerful orgasm again. Sweat was pouring off of Amanda’s trembling body as the blond continued to lick the woman sitting on her face.

Soon the woman came from Amanda’s licking, and drenched Amanda’s face in her juices. As the woman got off her face Amanda lifted her head to see Paula and Mistress both edging her clit. “Please let me come,” Amanda begged.

Before Amanda got a response another woman climbed onto the table and slapped Amanda’s face hard then sat on Amanda’s face. “Lick it good bitch,” the woman laughed.

“Not until I cum first,” Amanda mumbled from under the woman.

Instantly the teasing on her clit was replaced with several repeated electrical shocks on her crotch. Amanda shrieked in agony as they tortured her aching pussy. She pleaded for them to stop and fought desperately against her bonds. Finally she said that she would obey and lick the woman. Unfortunately for the bound blond the group was having too much fun torturing their helpless victim.

The electric pain continued in her crotch for what seemed like an eternity to Amanda. Finally they stopped and let Amanda catch her breath as she sobbed loudly. A few minutes later Amanda obeyed and started licking.

Crying in pain and frustration Amanda began licking the woman. As the woman got closer Paula and Mistress resumed teasing Amanda’s pussy. However each time Amanda got close they would stop playing with her clit and zap her with the cattle prod. Eventually that woman came and was replaced with another woman.

Amanda was forced to lick off the other women for countless hours, while she was constantly being edged and zapped. Once each woman including Paula had several turns riding Amanda’s face, Mistress finally mounted the very frustrated blond.

“Please let me cum Mistress,” Amanda sobbed, “I will do anything.”

Before she lowered herself completely onto Amanda’s face Mistress looked down at the helpless girl and said, “That is not good enough, I want to know specifically what you are willing to do for a climax.”

Mistress pressed herself onto Amanda’s face forcing the girl to eat her off, while Paula kept Amanda on the edge of a powerful climax, which never seemed would happen. Just as before if Amanda got too close to cumming she would get shocked with the cattle prod.

The entire time she licked Mistress Amanda’s head was spinning trying to think what she could offer Mistress that would convince her to let her cum.

Finally Mistress had enough and two men release Amanda from the table and locked her neck and wrists into a set of wooden stocks. Her ankles were secured obscenely wide aside to bolts in the floor forcing her ass into the air and exposing her dripping wet pussy from behind.

Once she was secure all the men in the club took turns fucking Amanda. The constant pounding in her pussy kept her so close to an intensely powerful orgasm. However Paula would occasionally zap her with the cattle prod again if she wondered Amanda was about to cum.

Since Paula could expertly read her friends body signals she could keep Amanda from coming with the cattle prod indefinitely. In fact Amanda became so aroused from being constantly fucked by every cock in the playroom, Amanda was continually on the edge of cumming. This meant that her friend had to zap her body every few seconds to keep Amanda from cumming.

“Please let me cum, Mistress,” Amanda screamed in desperation.

Mistress knelt beside Amanda’s head brushing away her hair off of her face while the men of the club fucked her from behind. “What will you give me in return for an orgasm?” Mistress asked softly.

“Anything!” screamed Amanda.

“Be specific,” Mistress said.

Again her mind was spinning trying to think of what Mistress wanted. Finally Amanda blurted out, “Your slave. I will be your slave.”

“I see,” Mistress replied with a enormous smile, ” Do you mean a slave just for tonight? Or my permanent unconditional slave for as long as I want?”

At that moment Paula was zapping Amanda’s pussy to drive away her orgasm again. As her potential climax faded into back into the pain Amanda screamed, ” I will be your permanent unconditional slave.”

A bigger smile came over Mistress’ face and the other members cheered. Mistress had the last few guys fuck Amanda until they were finished. Naturally she didn’t allow Amanda to cum.

Mistress then strapped on a heavy leather harness around her waist that held a 12′ dildo over her crotch. She stepped behind Amanda, who was still locked in the stocks and said, “Beg to be my permanent slave.”

Amanda gasped loudly as she felt the gigantic dildo enter her tormented pussy. “Please Mistress I beg you to keep me as your permanent slave,” Amanda squealed, “Please take away my freedom, take away every thing I own and train me as your property. I beg and plead with you to train me as your slave.”

As Amanda was speaking Mistress was increasing her speed of the dildo pumping in and out of her. Once again Amanda was getting closer to a mind-blowing climax. “May I cum Mistress,” Amanda sobbed almost afraid of the answer.

“Cum,” was the reply.

The bound blond could feel Paula teasing her nipples while two men began flogging her already sore back. At that instant Amanda’s entire body trembled from the pain mixed with pleasure. Her voice became high pitched as she screamed. Her mind was completely zoned out as she was overcome by the single most intense sensation of her life. Her entire body was quivering from an earth shattering orgasm, which went far beyond anything she could have ever imagined.