Chapter 4 -Monica Visits the Sanctuary

In the previous chapters, Maria, a forty-something divorcee, lives out her sexual fantasies with John, her boss at a construction business. John runs an exclusive BDSM club called the Sanctuary in the basement of the business warehouse. He and Maria form a bond, and Maria has recently moved in to live with him. In the last episode, Maria had her first experience sexually dominating John. He has re-asserted control, and they are now about to welcome Maria’s friend, Monica, into the Sanctuary.

Maria

John smiles and leaves me standing there naked, with a thin line of pussy fluid running down the inside of my thigh. Playing with his body has me incredibly aroused, and he knows it. Leaving me frustrated is his way of showing me who’s boss. I love it. The tingle in my belly will remain until he drives me up and over the mountain once again.

I open the double doors to the closet. It’s a walk-in, with a long rod packed with outfits of all types, from expensive power suits to slinky cocktail dresses, to French maid costumes. Incredibly they all seem to be my size. He has prepared this room for me! I wonder how long ago he decided to move me in here. It makes me love him more.

For today’s visit to the Sanctuary, I select a conservative skirt and blouse combination. I want the focus to be on Monica. But I will wear sexy underwear just in case. The pull-out boxes on the side wall of the closet are full of panties and bras. I pick a cream-colored satin push-up with matching thong. Then I go to discover my phone and call Monica.

She answers after the first ring. “Hello…”

“Hello, dear. You sound like you’ve been waiting by the phone.”

“Well, what do you expect?” she stammers. “You go me all worked up, and then left me not knowing whether I’m going to the Club today, or not. I’m a basket case.”

“Calm down. It’s all set up. I’ll pick you up at two.”

“Oh, Maria…”

“You still want to join, don’t you?”

“Yes…yes…but it’s a bit overwhelming. What if I can’t take it?”

“You took everything I threw at you and loved it. You’ll do just fine. Just submit and follow orders. John is a pro at breaking in newbies.”

“Has John seen the video you made of me?”

“Not yet. I want to surprise him with the real you.”

“It’s so exciting…what should I wear?

I’m glad she’s asked me. I want her to look special for John…different from what young women normally wear to the Club. They tend to come dressed either as sluts, or prime and proper ladies. Monica has a great little figure, and I want to show it off in a natural way.

“You are to wear a tight T, short ‘Daisy Dukes’, and high heeled sandals. No underwear.”

“But I don’t have an outfit like that!” she wails. “I’m not a high college girl anymore.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll buy it and bring it to you. Believe me, with your pointy tits and round little ass you’ll look sexy as hell.”

***

How right I was. Monica would stop traffic if I let her out of the car. I bought several sizes of the shirt and shorts and made her try them on. The ones she’s wearing are very tight, but not ridiculously so. The shirt outlines her nipples without being vulgar, and the shorts hug her slender hips in a way that highlights the sweet bulge of her petite, shapely ass.

Sunday afternoons and evenings are a busy time at the Club. Lots of cars in the lot. Members getting their jollies before another work week. Lady Diva greets us at the door.

“Well, well, Maria. Where did you discover this creature? Have you been recruiting at the local school?”

“No, no,” I laugh. “This is Monica, an old friend. I’ve brought her as a gift for John. Monica, meet Lady Diva, chief Sanctuary gatekeeper.”

Diva’s wearing her new French maid costume, which from the front is slightly less revealing than her old one. From the back, however, I know it’s positively scandalous. If she were to turn around, we would see her bare ass framed in a circle of black lace. She looks my friend up and down.

“Poor Monica,” she titters. “John will devour you in no time. Look me up if you need a woman’s touch later on.”

“Thank you,” Monica replies. “I need all the friends I can get. This is a very new experience for me.”

Diva grins. “I didn’t offer to be your friend.” She places a fingertip lightly on Monica’s cheek. “I promised a woman’s touch.”

“Ohhh…”

“Now, Diva, let’s not overwhelm her right at the door,” I say. “She needs some time to get acclimated.”

“I can see from the way she’s dressed that’s she’s a sub. I suggest you cuff her right away, so she can get used to her role. And with her hands behind her back, those perky tits will stick out even more. Here’s a pair of soft leather bracelets.”

“Good idea,” I nod. “Hands behind you, Monica!”

Monica obeys and is quickly handcuffed. She takes a breath and stands straight, with her shoulders back. Her eyes express a rising level of excitement. She is so ready for this.

Diva looks her over. “Yum…yum…, she looks good enough to eat. Better put a leash on her. If you don’t indicate she belongs to you, one of those horndogs will drag her off the first time you turn your back.”

I smile, delighted that my gift to John is so appealing. “She does indeed look delicious. And it so happens I have a slave collar that I planned to have John use in claiming her. Might as well put it on her now.”

“Excellent,” says Diva. “I thought what you had in that little bag.”

The collar is a traditional model, about an inch wide, made of soft leather, studded with silver buttons, with a snap clasp in the back and a hanging ring in the front. Monica’s eyes are wide as a fit it around her neck.

“Do you have a leash I can borrow?” I ask Diva.

“But of course. Take this one. It’s extra-long, perfect for having her follow a few steps behind you. It will show ownership, but also availability. Make mouths water, but discourage groping.”

I clip it on and pull Monica’s face up to mine. “Let’s go, slut. Time to discover John and give him his present. You’d better not disappoint!”

***

The circular bar in the middle of the big room is busy, with about an equal number of men and women sipping fruit drinks and ginger ale. More than a few are openly pouring alcohol from flasks into their drinks. John has relaxed the rules, and it’s no longer necessary to hide in the restrooms. But he’s tough on drunks. One man was permanently expelled last week.

Heads turn as I walk Monica into the room. I see John right away and throw him a big smile, but rather than approach him I continue parading Monica around the bar. I want everyone to appreciate my bringing this fresh new delicacy into the Club. It will make it all the more special when I present her to John as my gift.

Monica blanches at being put on display right off the bat, but I know that exhibitionism is one of her kinks. She stumbles sexily in her high heels when I jerk on the leash.

I turn and admonish her. “Keep your shoulders back, bitch. Proffer your tits. They’re your best feature.”

“My god, Maria!” she stammers. “This is not what I expected! I wondered I was being taken to a private meeting with John.”

“You’ll have that soon enough,” I laugh. “This is an opportunity for you to be seen by a lot of members in a hurry. Once John is through with you, you’ll be sought after and can be particular.”

“Ohhh…it’s too much! I’ve made a gigantic mistake!”

“Stop thinking and go with that hunger in your gut. We’re coming up to John. Don’t give him any resistance.”

John has turned his barstool, so he is facing out, watching me approach. The woman on his right and the man on his left swivel also, mesmerized by the enfolding scene. Monica personifies the virginal captive being delivered to the general for his pleasure. She looks absolutely scrumptious.

Grinning, I step right up to him and plant a kiss on his forehead. “I’ve brought you a present, Sir. This is Monica, the new member I spoke about. She’s fully vetted, but needs training.”

Monica stands tall, her shoulders back, her cheeks a blushing pink. She breathes deeply as she looks anxiously into John’s eyes. He looks her over, while maintaining a stern expression. I can tell he likes what he sees…a girl with an innocent, pretty face, tense with anticipation. His eyes travel over her nubile figure–narrow waist, protruding ass, slender legs, thrusting breasts.

“Turn her,” he orders.

I shorten the leash and lead her around, facing away. John and his companions drop their eyes to Monica’s butt, tightly encased in the ridiculously short ‘Daisy Dukes’. The lower few inches of her ass cheeks pouch out.

“Bend her,” he says, and I pull her neck and shoulders down, forcing her hips up and out. The jean shorts bunch upward, displaying more flesh.

John is deliberately humiliating her to see how she will react. I did the same when I made her strip for me, and I know it turned her on.

He speaks to the man on the stool next to him. “What’a you think, Luke? Pretty nice little ass, uh?”

Luke growls. “I think I’d like to squeeze that ripe melon between my two big hands, and then open it up for further exploration.”

“Not so fast,” John laughs. “Maria has given her to me. What about you, Julie?” he says to the woman on the other adjacent barstool.

Julie is a notorious femdom in the Club. She licks her lips. “Loan her to me for a few hours and I’ll work her up for you. That cute butt will tan a rosy pink, and she’ll be ever so compliant.”

“No doubt,” says John. “But I don’t think I need your help. Straighten up, Monica, and face me.”

She obeys, head up, shoulders back, eyes hot.

John extends his hands toward her, with his index fingers pointing out. “Walk into my fingers,” he says, “slowly”.

She’s two feet from where he sits. It’s clear that his fingers are pointed right at the dimples in her tight shirt. She’ll be pushing her nipples into his fingertips. Suppressing a gasp, she inches forward. I notice that a small crowd has gathered to watch.

An inch before contact, she stops. John looks at me. “Your gift is not behaving,” he says.

I jerk the leash. Monica yelps but leans forward enough to make contact. John wiggles his fingertips, and I can see her nipples grow. In seconds they are tenting her shirt. He works them like toggle switches. She stamps her feet and groans.

“Aahhhhh…”

Monica

I’m on the verge…just from the stimulation of my nipples. John’s dominating presence is overwhelming. He’s so big, so strong looking, so handsome. I’m being given to him for him to have his way with me, anyway he wants, and it’s making me crazy. Having other people watching adds fuel to the fire.

He stops diddling and starts pinching. I come up on my toes.

“You know you will be spanked and made to do whatever I want, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s better. Don’t forget in the future. Not acknowledging my authority is a punishable offense.”

He licks a finger and rubs the wetness through my shirt onto a nipple. It feels good, and my eyes must show it, because he repeats it on the other side as he continues his questions.

“Will you obey my every command?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Say it.”

“I will do whatever you tell me.”

He’s squeezing my breasts now, rotating the center of his palms on my nipples. My legs are weak. I close my eyes and lean in, letting him use my tits as handles to hold me up. A rivulet runs down the inside of one thigh.

Suddenly, he slides off the barstool and swoops me up like I’m weightless. I lie in his arms, my hands bound behind me, bare legs dangling. Maria drapes the leash over his shoulder and steps back.

“I’m taking her to my alcove,” he announces. “Maria, come along and help me unwrap my present.”

“Yes, sir,” Maria responds. “I’ll make sure she pleases you.”

Off we march. I close my eyes and turn my face into his muscular shoulder. He must have on an expensive cologne because he smells wonderful. As we move along the bar I hear lewd comments.

“Nice piece you got there, big John…a little lamb being led to the slaughter…gonna auction her off later…spank her once for me…think that little thing can take all of you?”

I know his size will not be a problem. I’ve slept with big men before. My pussy is ready, willing, and able. It’s what he might do to me beforehand that has me anxious.

For a long minute he carries me across the cavernous room. Maria walks along side, saying nothing. My friend has turned me over to her man and no longer has control of what happens. All at once the surrounding noise is muted. We have entered a new area.

“Close the door, Maria. I don’t want an audience for her initiation. Later perhaps.”

I’m dumped on a padded table and rolled over on my stomach, with my hands still cuffed behind me. I hear a whirring noise, and a rounded section of the table rises under my hips. He pulls on my legs to get me in just the right position. Then more whirring as my butt comes up higher.

“I love how she fills out those Daisy Dukes,” he says to Maria. “It’s a shame we have to take them off for her spanking.”

“I’ll just pull them down enough to expose her,” Maria says. “That way they’ll frame the target. Lift your hips, dear, so I can unbutton your shorts. There we go…my, my, what a naughty girl…no panties.”

Cool air washes over my bare, upturned ass. John’s fingertips roam around, probing and teasing. I tighten my muscles as best I can, especially my sphincter.

“Nice firm flesh,” he says. “Much more fun to spank than a soft, squishy butt. But she’s got to be taught to relax when in this position. Otherwise, it might hurt when numerous things go up into this little opening. A good spanking usually does the trick. Strap her down, Maria.”

Maria pulls a leather strap from under the table and cinches it over my back. With my hands tied behind me and my ass in the air, I’m immobilized except for my legs, which I instinctively squeeze together.

WHAP…WHAP…WHAP…

“OWWWW…” I buck and scream as his big hand lands hard. It really stings. But he stops and the hurt fades quickly. I kick my feet to try to avoid more spanks. It doesn’t work.

WHAP…WHAP…WHAP…WHAP…

I’m punished with two hits each on my ass cheeks with the closed fingers of his hand. The concentrated blows turn my ass on fire. I buck and twist, gasping and moaning.

“Don’t fight it,” he says. “Relax and submit. Open your legs. Do I have to get the paddle?”

“NO….NO…Please…I’ll do what you want…just tell me…my ass burns so…”

“Your legs, Monica. How am I supposed to get to your pussy with your thighs clenched?

I gasp and move my legs aside…anything to avoid a paddle on my tender butt. The realization that he can make me do anything he wants has me on the verge. If he touches my pussy, I know I’ll cum.

He leans down to examine me. “Your pussy has a nice sheen,” he says. “Take a look, Maria. Your friend, Monica, is very highly aroused.”

Maria laughs. “Why am I not surprised. She’s a true hottie and a born submissive. A little pain was all it took to bring her out.”

“Yes,” he says. “A few swats usually bring out the wanton slut under the surface. You are a slut, aren’t you, Monica?”

I suck in a breath. “Yes, sir.”

“You read lots of BDSM erotic stories, don’t you Monica?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll bet Maria and I can get some good ideas from you. I’m going to make you more comfortable so we can talk face to face, but your bare ass will still be positioned to be spanked if you disappoint me. Maria, remove those restrictive shorts and undo her wrist cuffs. But leave the strap, and get a flogger and paddle from the cabinet in case we need them.”

It is a big relief to have my arms freed. John pulls a chair up near my face and puts a pillow under my head so I can turn and look at him. He wets a finger and draws it across my lips. “Open your mouth.”

I never knew how erotic it can be when a someone invades your mouth with a finger. It’s like John owns my every orifice. If he were to put his tongue in my ear, I’d cum on the spot.

“Spread your legs wide, Monica,” he says. “Maria will tie them open so she can play. That’s a good girl. This special table is designed to hold you in any position I desire.”

“Uhhhh…,” I groan into his fingers. Maria pulls off my Daisy Dukes and secures my thighs to the sides of the table. Reaching under me, she traces a finger through the wet canal and up through the crack in my ass.

“All set down here,” Maria says. “Her shaved pussy is at my disposal. And I have the persuaders. My, she has a fine ass, upturned and sexy.”

John take his finger out of mouth, leans in, and kisses me on the cheek. “Okay, we’re ready now. Tell us about all your fantasies. If you hold back, I’ll know, and you’ll feel the paddle. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

John

This girl is a real hottie. I’m determined to draw her out and establish total control. Without her seeing, I put my cell phone on the floor and push the record button. Everything thing she says, her deepest sexual secrets, will be recorded in her own voice.

I give her an encouraging smile. “Tell me about the last erotic story you read.”

“Oh god…it was called ‘The Present”. A woman left a girl tied up in a man’s new apartment…as a housewarming present…”

“Interesting. Did she leave a note?”

“Yes…the girl had a card pinned to her shirt. It said, ‘read me’.”

I smooth Monica’s hair back from her face and kissed her forehead. “How was the girl tied? Was she fully dressed?”

“She had on a tight black skirt and white blouse, very snug. She was sitting on the edge of an unmade bed, with her hands cuffed behind her and her ankles tied together…no blindfold or gag. She’s described as having a good figure and pretty face …looking very apprehensive.”

“A nice picture. What did the note say?”

Monica closes her eyes. I can tell she’s remembering her excitement at reading this story. “The note says that the girl’s name is Pet, that she’s the woman’s sex slave, and that he can have her for the weekend, and do whatever he wants to her.”

I drag my fingernails lightly over Monica’s ass, down toward her open thighs. “And what does he do?”

“He unties her ankles and makes her stand while he undresses her. Then he spanks her lightly with a section of metal curtain rod, making her prance around for him. He humiliates and teases her, and she loves it.”

My fingers curl up to massage Monica’s wet, squishy pussy. She humps my hand and moans. I put my mouth up to her ear. “You’re good with words. I like that.

“AHHHH…”

“Tell me some of the things you’ll do for me. Be specific.”

“Ohh god…I’ll let you fuck me anytime you want.”

“And?”

“I’ll suck your cock.”

“And?”

“I’ll…lick your ass.”

“Where, Monica…where will you tongue go when you are licking my ass?”

“In your hole.”

“Very good. And what will your hands be doing while you’re tonguing my asshole? Come on, Monica. I demand to know all about those delicious thoughts deep in your sexual brain.”

“One hand will be diddling my pussy, and the other massaging your balls.”

“That’s better. See how exciting it is to put your thoughts into words.”

“Yes…yes…and I’ll pleasure Maria too. If she’s in bed with us, I’ll lick her pussy and ass while you kiss her and play with her tits.”

I laugh. “What’a you think, Maria? You like that idea?’

Maria laughs. “Oh yea…Monica’s a good pussy-licker. I can attest to that. But right now she needs a good fucking.”

“I agree. Lower the table to put that delicious ass at the right height.”

“How about I ease a vibrating butt plug into her ass, so you can both get some extra stimulation while you screw her?”

“Good idea.”