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  His eyes closed tight behind the blindfold, David shuddered excitedly as he felt Isabella’s hand right inside his anus, curled tightly into a fist as her other hand continued to work his hard pulsing cock, which was now spilling precome like a leaky faucet.

  Then Isabella began to really bugger and wank David with a will, pressing the fist she had lodged up his lube-sodden anus backwards and forwards while her other fist moved up and down on his throbbing, precome drizzling erection. Each time she slid her fist back and forth inside his anal hole she pulled at his hard-on, making him groan aloud. David was intensely aroused, mad with desire. His blindfolded face was flushed, his mouth wide open, his breathing rough and ragged.

  David pushed his hips back on Isabella’s hand, feeling it slide even further in before she brought it back, feeling her other hand masturbate him in a complementary rhythm. On and on she wanked his precome-soaked erection with one fist. On and on she buggered his lube-soaked insides with the other. Her movements caused spears of pleasure to shoot through him as her latex-covered fingers made contact time and again with his prostate gland.

  He groaned loudly with pleasure at each stroke of her fist inside his anus, at each stroke of her other fist over his stiff cock. Isabella worked her fingers faster and faster as David shuddered beneath her, on the edge of climaxing.

  Then his orgasm came with full force, making him cry out loudly. Come spilled from his cock and out of control spasms spread through his body like a mighty wave. David felt like he never would stop coming. He didn’t think of anything except the ecstatic sensations spreading through his body as he spilled his come in juddering spurts.

  Finally David stopped ejaculating and Isabella slipped her hand out of his dilated anus, which was wet and sticky and dripping with lubricant. He was still breathing heavily, his body struggling against the spasms that continued to shudder through him.

  For a while all was silence apart from the ragged sound of David’s breathing. Then Isabella snapped off the latex glove and spoke. ‘Remove the blindfold after a slow count to one hundred,’ she said. It was word-for-word the same command she’d issued to him after she’d buggered him with the strap-on dildo all those months ago.

  And by the time he’d completed his count and removed the blindfold Isabella was once again nowhere to be seen … and it was back to playing the waiting game for David.

  Chapter Thirteen

  David couldn’t call Isabella because she’d forbidden it. ‘Don’t ever call me,’ she’d said. The instruction had been unequivocal. But she hadn’t said, ‘Don’t ever write to me.’ So maybe he could at a pinch do that, he thought. He could write her a letter. It would have to be a letter too, not an e-mail. A letter would be so much more appropriate than an e-mail, infinitely more respectful. David started to draft out a begging letter to Isabella.

  I beg you most humbly to take pity on me and get in touch soon, Mistress, it went. I’m desperate to hear from you again, desperate to be in your presence once more. I need so much to be ordered around by you, disciplined by you, whipped by you, fucked in the arse by you, made to suffer by you. I only really exist when I’m with you, Mistress; you must realise that. You are my whole world. Waiting for you to call me is tearing me apart and I can’t wait any more. That’s why I’ve resorted to writing you this letter.

  Please, please see me as soon as possible, Mistress, and treat me really sadistically when you do; be as rough as you like. It pleases you to hurt me. It makes you happy, I know that. But I can make you so much happier if you’ll let me. I need you to torment my body again and you need to do that too – soon. You know you do. It would be in both our interests, Mistress, don’t you see that. So, call me as soon as possible please, I’m begging you.

  As first drafts went that was pretty pathetic, David had to acknowledge. It was suitably grovelling, yes, but it was all over the place, a hopelessly rambling effort. He couldn’t possibly send it. David knew however that even if he scripted his begging letter to perfection he still couldn’t send it to Isabella. It was nothing more than another desperate flight of fancy on his part, a feeble grasping at straws.

  Don’t call me. Don’t write to me. What difference did it make? He had let his fevered imagination take him into the realms of semantics and he knew it. There was no difference in this case; there certainly wouldn’t be to Isabella. If he had the temerity to write such a letter it would more likely than not have the opposite effect to the one he’d intended.

  After he’d disobeyed her orders in such a flagrant manner Isabella would leave it even longer before she got in touch again – if she did ever get in touch with him again that is, which she might very well not do. No, almost impossible to bear though it was, all David could do was to keep waiting with as much patience as he could muster for his cruel Mistress to call.

  Eventually his patience was rewarded. His phone started ringing and her caller ID came up. ‘I’m going to let you into Brighton’s best kept secret tonight,’ Isabella told David when he’d snatched up the phone and put it to his ear. ‘I’ll be taking you to a favourite haunt of mine, Club Depravity. It only opens its doors on the last Saturday of the month and I always try to go if I can. This time I intend to take you with me.’ And that’s exactly what she did – at eleven thirty that night to be precise. The club turned out to be, to say the least, aptly named.

  * * *

  Isabella punched in a number to the side of the tall metal-railed gate and the lock opened with a loud click. She pushed the gate open and took David down a spiral staircase and up to a thick metal door above which he could see a CCTV camera. She rang for entry and the door was opened by one of the club’s hostesses, an attractive elfin-faced young woman. She had short dark brown hair with blonde highlights and was dressed in a shiny black leather mini dress that was skin-tight. ‘Good evening, Mistress Isabella,’ the hostess said.

  ‘Hi there,’ Isabella replied breezily. ‘He’s with me.’ She gestured towards David as he followed her through the heavy door.

  So, this is Club Depravity, David said to himself excitedly as Isabella led him into the cloakroom. He wondered how depraved things were going to get tonight, wondered what “Brighton’s best kept secret” was actually like.

  Isabella told him to strip naked and by the time he’d done so, his cock was standing stiffly erect. Isabella then removed her black leather coat to reveal what she’d had on beneath it: an extremely tight-fitting leather bodysuit, black too, with holes in the chest and crotch, from which her magnificent breasts and her shaven pussy protruded. ‘You look superb, Mistress,’ David said in awe-struck admiration, his erection throbbing.

  ‘I know,’ Isabella replied with a straight face.

  As soon as they had come out of the cloakroom Isabella began to lead David down a dark corridor. It had one long continuous brick wall on one side and on the other side a series of large, dark chambers. The noises coming from these cavernous, brick-vaulted rooms – groaning, cries of passion and pain, the constant sounds of leather and rattan against bare flesh – gave the club an atmosphere of palpable lust and deviancy.

  Isabella and David stopped on the threshold of the first chamber and gazed in. David gasped at the sight of a naked man laying flat on his back and spread eagled on a leather-covered bondage table. His wrists and ankles were lashed to its four corners with leather straps, the base of his erect cock was bound tightly with thin black rope and his scrotum was a mass of metal pegs. His nipples were clamped with clover clamps, which were being pulled hard by the voluptuous redhead, also nude, who was sitting on the man’s face. He let out a muffled groan of pain beneath her comely thighs each time she tugged at his nipple clamps in this sadistic way.

  In one corner of the room there was another naked man. He was kneeling over a leather bench where he was being caned ferociously by a statuesque black woman who was also naked. Her skin was so black and polished that she looked almost blue. Next to them there was a metal cage, the naked, rubber-hooded occu
pant of which was on his knees and masturbating furiously, his fist working away on himself in a blur.

  Isabella and David continued down the dark corridor and stood at the entrance to the next chamber. In the middle of the room was another naked man, this time standing in a spread eagled position with his wrists manacled to a spreader bar hanging from chains attached to the ceiling and his ankles manacled to a wooden hobble bar. He was blindfolded and gagged and his scrotum as well as his nipples were clamped. He was being savagely whipped on the back and rear by a leather clad dominatrix with slicked-back dark hair. Her vicious treatment of the man had made him hugely erect and his cock kept spitting out silvery jets of precome.

  Another nude man was kneeling over a whipping bench nearby while a second leather dominatrix whipped his backside savagely hard with a flogger similar to the one being wielded by her fellow domme. As each of her blows landed with a sharp retort, another red streak appeared on the man’s punished flesh, joining the pattern of angry-looking lines already there. The dominatrix, a strikingly beautiful woman with short ash-blonde hair, turned at one point and gave Isabella a wave, which she returned. ‘That’s my friend, Mistress Kate, and her slave, Tony,’ Isabella told David, sotto voce. ‘You’d never guess it to look at her now but Kate used to be my slave. I trained her to be a dominatrix once it became clear that she was a switch.’ Isabella then added cryptically, ‘But enough of Kate. We need to continue with this tour until we reach our destination.’

  She steered David back into the corridor and they approached the next cavernous chamber. They could hear groans of pleasure and heavy breathing and wet, sexual sounds coming from the room but they could see precious little because it was only very dimly lit. Their eyes gradually adjusted to the dark and they made out what was going on in the centre of the room. A woman was sucking a man’s cock, while she knelt on her haunches with her pussy over the face of another man who was being sucked off by another kneeling woman who was in turn being fucked from behind.

  There was still more to be seen as Isabella and David’s eyes adjusted further to the dark. To the left of this human chain, a man was lying on his back and two women were sucking and masturbating him, and to the right a woman was being fucked doggie-style by one man while sucking off another man who was standing before her. What was going on in that chamber, it was evident, was nothing less than a full-blown orgy.

  Isabella and David moved on to the next entrance. Straight ahead of them was a wall-mounted cross with a naked man strapped to it on his back and next to that was a horizontal torture chair with another naked man secured to it in a similar fashion. The two men were on their own, apparently deserted for the time being, and both sported throbbing hard-ons that leaked precome as they waited for their domme or dommes to return.

  Isabella took David along the corridor to the next entrance. Virtually the whole of the chamber beyond was occupied by a huge circular bed. It was extremely dark here and they could hardly see anything at all, just the undulating outlines of various naked bodies sucking and fucking. Clearly another steamy orgy was in progress.

  Isabella steered David out to the corridor again and they made their way to the last of the entrances. This presumably was their destination, David thought excitedly. They went into the chamber, which was better lit than the last one and held a smaller bed. Also the room was occupied by far less bodies than the one before – only three in fact, two of them female. A tall, darkly handsome man stood, buck naked, masturbating languorously as he watched the action on the bed. There, a shapely blonde in a leather g-string was vigorously licking the pussy of a beautiful young woman with big sparkling blue eyes who was also blonde and who had an equally well shaped figure. She was on her back, her legs wide apart, arching her upper body, her lovely face contorting as her pleasure mounted. ‘Yeah, lover,’ she was murmuring enthusiastically, holding onto the back of the other woman’s neck. ‘Oh yeah.’

  The tall handsome man stopped masturbating and came over to Isabella and David. The man would have been somewhere in his mid 40s, David guessed. He had a tanned, muscular body, a saturnine appearance and deep-set eyes that were almost as dark as Isabella’s. He also had a big cock, which remained proudly erect.

  ‘Hello, Alan,’ Isabella said.

  ‘Hello, dear,’ he said warmly. ‘I take it this is your new slave, David,’ he added, managing to say this without even looking at him. And you must be Alan Stern, David thought. We meet at last – even if you can’t actually bring yourself to look at me.

  ‘That’s right,’ Isabella said. ‘This is David.’

  Alan Stern still did not look at David, never mind make any kind of eye contact with him. Instead he looked over at the two young women, who were still making love. ‘Stop what you are doing, slaves,’ he called out sharply and they stopped straight away.

  The young woman who had been so heavily engaged in licking her companion’s pussy turned round to reveal two things: first, that she was wearing a strap-on dildo attached to her leather g-string, and secondly that she was the spitting image of the blue-eyed blonde she’d been making love to. They had to be twin sisters, David thought – incestuous twin sisters.

  ‘You, Stephanie,’ Alan Stern said, ‘Come and pleasure Mistress Isabella.’

  ‘Yes, Master,’ replied the sister who had been being pleasured so voraciously only a moment ago.

  ‘Eve,’ the man went on.

  ‘Yes, Master,’ replied the sister who’d been doing all the voracious pleasuring, her lips still wet from her sister’s love juice.

  Alan Stern pointed at David. ‘When I say the word I want you to fuck this slave in the arse with your strap-on.’

  ‘Yes, Master,’ Eve said, sitting up and reaching for a bottle of lubricant that was beside the bed. She applied a generous amount of it to the dildo jutting from her groin.

  Stephanie got up and stood in front of Isabella, who leaned forward and kissed her passionately on the mouth and began stroking her breasts and pressing her body to hers. She then ran her hands through her blonde hair, stroked her shoulders and moved her hands down her back and onto her rear where she cupped her smooth curves. Stephanie responded by touching Isabella’s pussy, gently at first but soon with increasingly insistent fingers. She then got on to her knees to lick and suck her, moving her tongue around Isabella’s clitoris, sucking it constantly. Isabella opened her legs to let her tongue enter her sex more fully.

  ‘David, get on to all fours on the bed with your head right near the edge,’ Alan Stern ordered. ‘Eve get up there behind him and fuck him in the arse.’ David got on to his hands and knees as instructed and Eve positioned herself behind him. She began pushing herself against him, ready to enter his anus at any moment. He lifted his hips slightly in order to meet her imminent thrust.

  At the mention of her sister’s name Stephanie took her mouth away from between Isabella’s thighs momentarily in order to glance over in the direction of her sibling. But Isabella was having none of it. She immediately tugged on Stephanie’s hair roughly and brought her mouth back to her pussy where the girl began to dig in deeper with her tongue to compensate for her brief transgression.

  That was when Eve pushed in. Her strap-on dildo found its mark and began to sink past David’s anal entrance. She pushed with a sudden groan, and he was impaled on half the dildo. Then she began to sodomize him good and hard. And David tried not to think, tried to blank out his mind, as Eve plunged in and out of him, each time going deeper into his anus.

  Soon she had her strap-on dildo really deep inside him and was thrusting against his buttocks, squeezing his hips with her hands. She was fucking him even harder now, his sphincter clamping and possessing with each of her powerful thrusts.

  David’s eyes clouded over as Eve continued to sodomize him, moving her strap-on in and out of his anus, harder, faster. Then his eyesight cleared, only to find that Alan Stern’s big cock, all stiff and purple and twitching, had appeared before his face. ‘What the fuck!’ David al
most said it out loud.

  ‘Suck him off, David,’ Isabella called over, the crouching Stephanie licking ever more energetically between her thighs. ‘Do it now, make him come down your throat. I want to see you make my husband climax with your mouth. Come on, give him a really good blow job.’ And that’s what David did, God help him. He opened his lips wide and took Alan Stern’s hard cock into his mouth. In and out he drew his erection, sucking it down, the entire length swallowing into him. He tried not to think about what he was doing, just obediently got on with doing it as well as he could.

  David kept blowing Alan vigorously, moving his cock in and out of his mouth, while at the same time Eve continued ploughing inside his anus with her strap-on dildo. He was shaking, his mouth working faster, stronger. He could feel Alan Stern’s mounting excitement and he knew he was about to climax when the man suddenly dug his fingers into his hair. He clung to it, bracing himself, and suddenly he cried out. His orgasm exploded in a forceful and abundant stream that filled David’s mouth. David made his tongue keep working over his cock, dragging and drawing every last drop of his jism out and down into his throat.

  David stopped moving his head as he swallowed his last mouthful of come, the other man’s spent cock still in his mouth. Eve stopped buggering him but left the dildo deep inside his orifice. Alan Stern waited, David waited, Eve waited. They all waited for Isabella to climax. Then they heard it, heard Isabella’s cry mounting, escalating, becoming more ecstatic, and then drifting away in a moan. Alan Stern withdrew his cock from David’s mouth then. Eve withdrew the dildo from his gaping anus at the same time and Stephanie removed her lips from Isabella’s pussy. The three slaves had not climaxed. But the Master and the Mistress had. That was all that mattered.

  ‘You didn’t want to suck my husband off, did you?’ Isabella said to David a little later as the pair of them walked away from the club into the dark night. Alan Stern and the twins had remained at the club to do … who knew what.