[Hello lovers! Fancy chapter six of eleven? Well, since you asked so nicely… voila! — Enjoy! EG x]

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Polite notice: this, is chapter *six* of an eleven chapter novella.

Personally? I think the chapters are infinitely more enjoyable read in order, but of course I’m not gonna police how you enjoy your smut!

Too busy to catch up? Here’s where we’re at:

Jessica, is training to be a submissive call girl, she’s on day four of seven, and her teacher, Mr Swift, has taken her on a field trip to a BDSM club…

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Inside, the club feels decadently rich and luxurious.

The lighting is low and there’s soft jazz music coming from speakers all around. With my eyes submissively cast down, I notice the carpet is thick and plush underfoot as I try not to fiddle with the cuffs holding my wrists together.

‘Take a look around, Jessica.’ Mr Swift says, tilting my chin up and giving me permission to take it all in. My breath instantly catches in my throat.

We’re standing on a raised level, with a long bar behind us that looks much like any other one in the city — well stocked with spirits and mixers and everything else you’d expect. In front of us, the club is unlike anything I’ve ever seen in my life.

There are three wide steps leading down to a large, open space that in a regular night club, might serve as a dancefloor. Here though, the polished wooden floor is home to maybe twenty round tables, dotted around evenly with several patrons seated at each, chatting, drinking and socialising.

Or kneeling, sucking and worshipping at their Dominant’s feet in the case of the submissives.

At one table, two suited men are chatting, each sipping from a crystal Scotch tumbler. They look like perfectly typical businessmen until I realise, they’re both holding leashes in their free hands, which are attached to collars around the necks of two naked blondes, kneeling at their feet impassively. I watch in fascinated horror as the larger of the two men tugs on his girl’s leash and she casts her eyes to him, looking at him with nothing but sheer adoration as he speaks. When he finishes, she crawls on all fours to where the other girl is kneeling. Her master whispers something in her ear and she immediately lies on her back, opening her slim thighs wide as the first girl crawls between them and starts to lick her pussy. The two men pause their conversation to enjoy the show, still sipping their drinks intermittently. I’m shocked to feel my own pussy getting wetter and force myself to look away, feeling suddenly embarrassed by my impromptu voyeurism.

Straight ahead, there’s a large bald man with a tiny brunette on all fours at his feet. I narrow my eyes a little, not quite believing what I’m seeing — the girl is wearing a headband with black velvet cat ears attached and the man is stroking a long furry black tail that’s poking out from between her bare ass cheeks — presumably attached to a plug inside her. What’s really bizarre, is she’s lapping at a bowl of milk while he strokes her, looking utterly delighted.

When I turn my head, my eyes fall on a different table. A tall, elegant woman in a black velvet evening gown as dark as her hair is in conversation with a man in a grey suit. There’s a petite redhead at his feet wearing a white corset with her breasts spilling out over the top. Matching strings of sparkling diamonds hang from golden clamps on her hard nipples. Her arms are tied tightly behind her back and her eyes are closed.

She looks so serene; it takes me a moment to realise the man in grey is sliding a large black dildo in and out of her ass while he’s talking.

Averting my eyes again, I see the woman’s companion for the first time — a man in maybe his thirties? Entirely naked, with a thick leather collar around his neck and a ball gag in his mouth that’s making him drool down his chin. I try to remember what Mr Swift said about everyone being here of their own free will, but I have no idea how he can be finding enjoyment in that.

I’m distracted by the sound of a loud pleasured moan. Instinctively, I turn my head and see the blonde on her back writhing in delight with the other’s face still buried between her legs, clearly making her come, hard, for her master’s entertainment.

‘Shall we?’ Mr Swift’s voice at my ear brings me back to earth and I realise he’s taken hold of the chain between my wrists and is leading me down the stairs.

He guides me towards the table where the tall woman and the man in the grey suit are sitting, taking the free chair for himself and pointing to a black velvet cushion on the floor next to it.

‘Sit, Jessica.’ He commands casually and I drop to my knees without even thinking about it. ‘Pandora, Vincent, good to see you both again.’ With my eyes cast down, I listen to my Master greet the other two Dominants amiably.

‘Oliver! What a treat.’ The woman replies, ‘How have you been?’

‘Very well, thank you, I trust you have too?’

‘All the time darling, all the time. Vincent was just telling me that you’d be joining us this evening, complete with a new playmate, I believe?’ I feel my heart beat faster.

‘Crystal mentioned it this morning.’ The man in grey replies, by way of explanation. ‘She said she was a pretty one, I see she wasn’t kidding.’ He adds. My cheeks begin burning, knowing that he’s talking about me.

‘Yes, she’s very gorgeous, and a wonderful student.’ Mr Swift replies and pride blooms in my chest. ‘Jessica, say hello.’ He adds and I lift my head tentatively.

‘Hello — Sir, Ma’am.’ I say softly, not entirely sure how to address them. The man and woman both regard me with slightly amused, but not unkind expressions.

‘Oh, she’s delightful.’ Pandora says, ‘I do hope you are treating her kindly, Oliver.’

‘Of course.’ He replies, stroking my hair gently, ‘It’s only day four, but she’s given me no reason not to. Yet.’ The last word makes my pulse race a little faster still.

‘Excuse me, Sir!’ the redhead’s voice comes from where she’s still kneeling and I realise she’s now holding the black dildo in her own hands, which are still bound behind her, and she’s steadily working it in and out of her ass.

‘Yes, Citrine?’ Vincent replies neutrally,

‘Sir, apologies for interrupting, but please may I come for you now?’ she asks breathlessly

‘Yes, you may.’ He tells her and she smiles in relief. Her pretty lips part in a sweet moan of pleasure as she starts rocking back and forth on the length in her ass, making the strings of diamonds on her nipples sway, no doubt pinching them harder. I watch, fascinated as she pushes herself over the edge, panting hard with desire.

‘Oh, thank you, Sir.’ she whispers as her moans subside.

‘You’re very welcome.’ He replies, kissing her lightly then saying ‘Stand up.’ She does as she’s told, getting to her feet elegantly despite her arms still being behind her. Vincent reaches a hand to her bare pussy and slides his fingers inside, retrieving what looks like a silver egg. ‘Clean this up and then perhaps you could show Jessica where the little girl’s room is.’ He says, holding the silver egg in front of Citrine’s mouth.

Without hesitation, she wraps her lips around it and proceeds to lick it clean. I’m reminded of when Mr Swift made me lick my juices off his riding crop and I can not help wondering if she tastes as sweet as I do.

‘Very good.’ Vincent tells her when she’s finished, slipping the silver egg into his inside pocket. I almost choke when she adds,

‘Shall I clean the dildo for you too, Sir?’ he smiles and replies,

‘Actually, Mistress Pandora would like to borrow that.’ As he takes it from her and hands it to the woman on his right.

‘Much obliged, Vincent.’ She smiles sweetly, then says ‘Present.’ In a much harsher tone. The gagged man at her feet obediently gets on all fours and without any warning or preamble, she pushes the entire black rubber length up his ass. He cries out, drooling around his gag, but when she’s finished, quickly resumes his position and murmurs what I think equates to

‘Thank you, Mistress.’ Before hanging his head back down. It’s impossible not to notice that his cock is rock hard.

‘Jessica.’ I turn immediately to look at Mr Smith.

‘Yes, Master?’

‘Citrine has worked for Crystal for almost a year. I’d like you to go and spend some time with her now, she’ll be able to answer many of your questions far better than I would.’ He says, smiling as he strokes the exposed heart shaped flesh on my ass. I look to Citrine and she’s smiling brightly.

‘The little girls’ room is this way.’ She says, inclining her head.

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The “little girls’ room” is the most decadent and luxurious club toilet I’ve ever been in. There’s a line of three wide cubicles on the left, a row of ornate porcelain sinks on the right, and a beautiful, elaborately embroidered silk chaise-lounge at the far end which Citrine heads for, gesturing for me to sit beside her. I do, grateful for a break from kneeling on the floor.

‘So, on a scale of one to ten, how freaked out are you feeling?’ Citrine asks me, smiling

‘Um, eleven or twelve?’ I reply with a shrug and we both giggle.

‘Clever girl.’ She replies. ‘I’m guessing this is your first BDSM club?’ I nod, and Citrine continues, ‘I’d never been to one before I met Crystal either — most of the girls she recruits are new to the scene — she says it’s the best that way, easier to keep a clear boundary between you and your submissive alter ego.’ I must look completely clueless, because she elaborates, ‘If you take the job, Jessica — you’ll need to be able to turn your submissive urges on and off like a tap — when a client’s time is up, you need to be ready to be fully in charge of yourself again, not floating off in subspace.’

‘Subspace?’ I ask, still baffled. She nods.

‘Like the barbie twins — the two blondes with the city boys?’ I blush, nodding at the memory of watching them, ‘Those two, are full time subs — they live the life and love every moment — their trust in their masters is so deep that they do as they’re told, whenever, wherever, without hesitation, because they’re obsessed with making them happy and proud.’

‘So, they’re not being paid?’ I ask, amazed at this new information. Citrine shakes her head.

‘Nope. I mean, their Doms probably take very good care of them, and I doubt they want for much, but they’re in long term relationships, not working.’ Wow. A wondered occurs to me,

‘What about the guy with the gag? Does he work for Crystal?’ I ask and she giggles,

‘No! No, Precious Jewels is strictly female subs for male clients. Pandora, is a Dominatrix – the guy with the gag, is paying her to be here.’ My eyes widen in shock.

‘And getting excellent value for money, darling.’ Pandora’s voice makes me jump. I turn to look at her, then instantly correct myself, casting my eyes down as she crosses to where Citrine and I are sitting.

‘Oh, lovely girl, don’t do that.’ She says, tilting my chin back up. ‘I am not your Mistress, and your current Master isn’t here, so you are free to be your own woman.’ She says pointedly.

‘So, do you work for a different agency?’ I ask her and she shakes her head,

‘No darling, I am a self-employed, one-woman-show, which is the way I like it. Crystal is a dear friend of mine though, and I can assure you, she takes excellent care of all her girls. I’m sure Citrine would agree… Citrine, what on earth are you doing?’ I turn and see Citrine wriggling her nose in frustration

‘Itchy nose!’ she whines, ‘I hate it when they tie my hands behind me during hay fever season!’ Pandora rolls her eyes and reaches out to gently scratch Citrine’s nose.

‘Better?’

‘Much, thank you.’ Out of nowhere, I discover myself giggling uncontrollably. ‘Jessica, are you alright?’ Citrine asks me, looking concerned. I nod, lifting my bound wrists to dab at my eyes where they’ve started to water.

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just had a moment of realising that this is literally the most surreal night of my life.’ I smile back and she returns it.

‘Most surreal night of your life so far.’ She grins, ‘If you decide to take the job, you’ll have a few yet that will feel more and more surreal for a while, but eventually, you kind of get immune to the weirdness of it all.’ She shrugs

‘Do you actually enjoy it though? I mean just now — when you asked him if you could, you know — was that real, or are you just faking it to keep him happy?’ I’m intrigued now,

‘When I asked him if I could come? Oh, that was real. I’d had that love egg inside me for like twenty minutes — I was close to bursting way before he started fucking my ass with the dildo as well. Even just with these on I’m starting to feel another orgasm building already.’ She adds flippantly, shaking her perky tits a little so that the diamonds still clamped to her nipples begin to sway.

‘Well of course you are when you deliberately tease yourself.’ Pandora chides, stilling the jewellery and stroking Citrine’s swollen little buds gently, making her mewl softly. ‘Shall I help you take the edge off? Vincent need never know.’ She drawls, pinching a little harder until Citrine gasps

‘Pandora! No. I’m supposed to be answering Jessica’s questions!’ she pouts unconvincingly, ‘I mean, unless you’d like a live demonstration of just how enjoyable this job can be Jessica?’ she says to me, grinning again like it’s no big deal

‘Oh, um, I’ I mutter unintelligibly, feeling myself blush

‘Darling, Jessica is on day 4 of Oliver’s training — I suspect she’s already well aware of how enjoyable it can be to offer her submission.’ Pandora reasons, looking to me for confirmation,

‘Well, I’ve definitely enjoyed it more than I expected to so far, but I don’t know — watching you with that dildo in your ass, Citrine, I don’t know if I could ever handle that.’ I say shyly

‘Oliver must have started training your ass by now, surely?’ Pandora asks

‘Well, yeah, he has, but’ I mumble awkwardly

‘And you must be enjoying it, he wouldn’t be pressing forward otherwise.’ She continues, as if it’s obvious and I shrug

‘I am. Enjoying it I mean. He plugged my ass before we left tonight, with the biggest one yet and I’ve been on edge ever since.’ I admit, starting to feel completely at ease with these two women.

‘Ooh, how big?’ Citrine asks gleefully. I turn around and bend over shamelessly to let her see the cut out in the back of my dress and the jewel sparkling between my cheeks.

‘It’s about six inches long, and I could barely stretch my fingers around the middle.’ I tell her, ‘I didn’t think it would fit, but then Oliver started playing with my clit and it just slipped right in.’

‘And how does it feel now, darling girl?’ Pandora asks, smiling a little

‘Good.’ I admit, ‘But sort of frustrating too, I mean it’s never gonna make me come just sitting there.’ She laughs lightly at that.

‘That’s an old Dom trick I’m afraid darling, keep you plugged, keep you on edge, keep you begging for release. Ultimately, keeps you compliant and submissive.’ Citrine nods

‘Too true. I spend half my working hours begging to come. They love making you wait, makes them feel all powerful and in control.’ She adds dramatically, ‘It’s usually worth it though — and you still get paid either way.’ Pandora rolls her eyes,

‘Oliver did wonder if you might be struggling by now, Jessica — I have his permission to remove your plug if you’d like, or to let you come and then leave it in place. Your choice darling.’ It takes me a moment to process what she’s said, and another to notice her fingertip, tapping on the jewelled base of my plug, sending waves of pleasure through my core.

‘Um, option two, please?’ I reply, not quite believing I’ve said it out loud.

‘Good choice.’ Pandora smiles. ‘Bend over a little more for me.’ I do as she says, suddenly so completely overwhelmed by my own brazen need to come, by any means, that nothing else seems to matter. I perch on my elbows, my wrists still bound and put my ass up in the air.

Pandora starts to slowly remove the plug from my ass, making me moan pleasurably. Before it’s all the way out, she slides it back in gently, repeating the process over. My head swims with the realisation that I’m letting a woman I just met fuck me with a butt plug, and I’m loving every moment.

Then I’m unable to concentrate on anything as Pandora’s free hand reaches between my legs and she slides two fingers inside my pussy. I wail loudly in delight.

‘Shhh.’ She soothes in my ear, ‘It’s alright little one, let it go.’ She uses her fingers to smear my creamy juices over my stretched ass and continues working the plug in and out of me, twisting it deeper as I begin to come, relief flooding through every inch of me.

As my pleasured moaning subsides, she pushes the plug all the way back inside me and stills it, pressing firmly against the base. I’m suddenly aware of pleasured mewling beside me, and turn to see Pandora using her free hand to tug lightly on Citrine’s nipple, making her convulse in an orgasm of her own.

‘Right then.’ Pandora says, crossing to wash her hands. ‘My work here is done, so I shall leave you lovely girls to it. ‘Don’t be too long though. Your temporary masters are only men after all — their patience is limited.’ She smiles at us both and leaves.

I flop back on the chaise in a daze, inadvertently driving my plug deeper and making myself gasp pleasurably.

‘I can not believe I just let that happen.’ I mutter

‘Welcome to the joy of submission!’ Citrine says, smiling. ‘You get to have orgasms like that, get paid for the privilege, and do what the hell you like with the rest of your time.’ She shrugs

‘What do you do with yours?’ I ask as my breathing returns to typical,

‘I’m training to be a nurse.’ She smiles, ‘Another two years and I should be fully suitable, without a penny of student debt to worry about.’

‘Wow. That’s amazing!’ she nods,

‘Yep. I work three hours a week, earn a small fortune, still have loads of time to study and socialise. It’s a dream job really, if a little — unusual!’ she grins, ‘better than slogging for hours in a bar for peanuts though, right?’ I nod, it’s a good point

‘Do they all the time bring you here — your clients I mean?’

‘No, not all the time. There are three clubs on Crystal’s approved list, but a client has to pay double if he wants to take a girl to one.’ I look at her questioningly ‘Technically, it’s against the rules for a client to have other parties present during a booking, but club bookings are the exception. Not that money’s an problem for these men, but most actually prefer their privacy — that means hotel rooms, usually.’

‘Doesn’t that freak you out though? I mean, what if they turn out to be psycho serial killers and you’re never seen again?’ I ask, horrified by my own imagination. Citrine just laughs.

‘I asked exactly the same question when I started, but Crystal’s vetting process is really thorough — the agency isn’t easy to come by, it’s all word of mouth and the clients are all high user account, very wealthy men — it’s as close to risk free as you can get.’ She says seriously

‘And what are they like? The clients — I mean, Oliver is dreamy, but are they all like that, or are they mostly ego maniacs on a power trip?’

‘Some are.’ She admits, ‘But ultimately, they treat us girls well because if they don’t, we all the time have the option to put them on our no-go list — and if we all do that, they’ll end up with no options and blue balls.’ She grins and I laugh

‘And what about what they like — y’know, the punishment and whatever — I don’t mind taking a spanking — but I don’t fancy being pulled around on a leash like those blondes.’ I say, making a face.

‘Well, that’ll never happen, because collars are against Crystal’s rules. Along with anything that leaves a mark — so that takes canes, belts, and really heavy bondage off the table too. There’s still stuff that hurts, yes, but a Dominant isn’t interested in thrashing you for shits and giggles — it’s a control thing, testing your limits and finding that blurred line between pleasure and pain. If you already enjoy a spanking, you’ll probably surprise yourself with how much more you end up loving too. And if not, you use your safe word and get the hell out of there.’ She finishes casually.