Berlin Adventure Part 2

Berlin Adventure Part 2 – The Club 

We arrived, I sat in the car and called Alice to say we’d arrived. She said she’d be out in a moment, so we sat there while bitchboy paid the fare before he got out, walking around to my door and opening it for me, offering his hand to help me out of the car. 

I ignored him and got out of the car by myself, handing him the lycra hood I had bought earlier that day, and then headed just up the road to where I could see someone I assumed was Alice waiting for us. I called her name and she responded with a smile so I nodded at bitchboy, pointing to the mask in his hand. Once the taxi pulled away he pulled it over his head. 

“Hallo, you must be Sarah?” A cheerful looking woman, maybe 10 years younger than me, wearing fishnets and a low cut loose black dress that left little to the imagination held out her hand.  

I shook it, smiling. “A pleasure to meet you!”  

My heart was beating fast, but she was so down to earth as we talked, I quickly relaxed. We ignored bitchboy completely. He stood there, in his coat and suit, hooded, his body language clearly telling me just how very uncomfortable he was. I didn’t care. 

In the entrance hall there were a few people around, mostly in relatively normal clothes, but the night was still young.  

The room itself was amazing! No sex dungeon like I was expecting, but opulent and sexy, red velvet and leather were prominent 

When we’d spoken before I’d explained that I wasn’t really into the clubbing scene as I didn’t have the stamina to keep going till dawn any more, but I did want to experience a little of it. 

“I have reserved a sofa for us Sarah, it’s in the main bar but away from the speakers, you can watch from there, but we can talk too, though you'll have to speak up, then you have the choice of what you want to do. But first, would you like a tour before it gets too busy?” 

I most certainly would! 

“Let me take your coats then, and then we’ll get started.” She took both our coats, then looked at bitchboy for the first time. “Does this belong to you?” She said it with mock distaste. 

“It does, for now” I smiled. 

“It’s overdressed.” She motioned to a changing room, saying something to him in German that I didn’t understand, and then offered her arm to me. Joining my arm with hers, she led me off, while bitchboy went in the opposite direction to change. 

“What did you say to him?” I asked.  

She replied that she had told him we would be back in a few minutes and that if he wasn’t dressed appropriately and didn’t have drinks waiting for us when we got back there would be trouble. 

 I liked her! So cheerful and casual, but the way he scurried off suggested he knew she meant it. 

We chatted about me and what I was interested in as she showed me around. The place was mind-bogglingly huge, room after room, bars, dancefloors, ‘bedrooms’ with multiple beds with rubber sheets, and – of course – dungeons – and a jacuzzi!  

I have to say I was shaking a little bit, the thoughts running through my mind were in no way pure and I was very turned on just by the tour, and though it was still mostly empty, everyone was friendly and said hi as we passed. Such a mix of people of all shapes and sizes, and presumably all orientations; Their attire featured leather and latex prominently.  

I had explained a bit about my relationship (or lack of) with bitchboy, so Alice knew the deal, and was quite happy maintaining his confidentiality. I suppose that was a very common occurrence in there. 

When we returned, I definitely needed a drink and a moment to calm down, my heart was racing. 

And there he was! Naked, apart from black boxer shorts and the hood on his head, holding the two strawberry daiquiris that she had told him to buy, waiting patiently next to the sofa reserved for us. 

“Good boy” Alice said, “Pets are not allowed on the furniture”. She took both drinks and handed one to me, gesturing that I should take a seat. 

We both sat, but I was uncomfortable with bitchboy standing there while I was sat so I told him to step to the side of the sofa, facing the wall, and I would call when I wanted him. 

“Ohh, bitch, wait” I called just as he was about to do as I asked. I opened my bag, removed the collar and leash I had bought, stood and placed the collar around his neck. As I did so, my face was very close to his “This is the closest you will get to me tonight bitch, and the only time I will touch you”. I did up the collar, not too tight, then clipped the leash to the ring at the front, instructing him to face the wall as I draped the end of the leash over the sofa and sat back down.  

I pulled on it, which caused bitchboy to turn away from the wall. “This is like a service bell, bitch. We pull on it, and you attend to us. I don’t want to hear from you otherwise.” 

Resuming my conversation with Alice, talking about her life, the kink scene here, and what would happen tonight. She answered all my questions happily, with no shame or stigma attached to any of the things she discussed, which was such a breath of fresh air! You can’t talk about this stuff publicly in the UK, not even to friends, without them thinking you’re a pervert. 

I wish I'd been to Berlin in my 20s! 

Alice had said that tonight was a regular club night. Many nights there is a theme or specific focus such as couples or Femdom or gangbangs, but tonight, though there may be some of all these things, there was no set theme, which meant anything goes! 

She spent time going into detail about behavioural guidelines, consent and other important topics, and that there was a complete zero tolerance to any kind of behaviour that breached these guidelines. Anyone breaching these would be immediately ejected from the club by the bouncers. One of the reasons I hate clubs in the UK is because it still seems to be acceptable to touch or talk to women inappropriately, without any consent. It’s horrible, yet here in berlin, the entire culture is geared against that happening (though I have heard that even here now, it is not what it once was). 

A quick pull on the service leash, and bitchboy immediately turned away from the wall ready to serve, “Get us more drinks, same again”, handing him my glass and Alice doing the same.  

He hurried off to the bar, which was a little busier now, while we carried on chatting, and I entertained myself watching some of the very sexy new arrivals. We were in a pretty vanilla area but there was still plenty of nudity –full or partial – though nothing else was going on, other than talk, just yet. I could feel my plug again, and rocked on it gently as I sat there taking in the scene. 

Bitchboy returned and handed us both our drinks, then returned to face the wall, but I stopped him “Wait!” 

He stopped and looked at me. 

“You are overdressed”. He knew immediately what I meant and stuttered a response, but I interrupted him “Take off your boxers”. 

“Please Sarah, is this not enough?” He pleaded, I could hear the discomfort in his voice. 

“No, it is not. Take off your boxers now”, I commanded. 

“Please Sarah...”, he started but I cut him off: 

“You have a choice, bitch. You can either take them off, and spend your evening here with me, or you can put all your clothes back on and leave, alone. Your anonymity is guaranteed here. Take them off or leave.” 

Alice and I both watched with interest as he wrestled with himself internally, before slowly sliding his boxers down to the floor, revealing his caged cock. 

Alice laughed as I stared at it. Clearly, she’d seen such things before, but  this was the first time I’d ever seen a caged cock in real life. I’d seen pictures, obviously, but this was for real! And I rather liked it. 

This powerful and successful, well-dressed man, reduced to a hooded, collared and a caged being. Nullified. I rocked on the plug some more, squeezing my thighs together, I really wanted to touch myself, but this wasn’t yet the time. 

“Back to your wall bitch”, he obediently turned, leaving the leash draped over the sofa should we need him. 

“Where’s the bathroom please?” I asked Alice. She asked me what I needed it for. I was initially confused why she asked, but sense then kicked in and reminded me what sort of place I was in. “ooh!” I giggled, “I just need to pee, that’s all”. She pointed me in the direction of the ladies’ room, and I left  bitchboy in her care for a few minutes whilst I went to relieve myself. 

As I wandered towards the bathroom, my eyes were out on stalks, it was really starting to liven up, almost all of the crowd were younger than me, and I was glad I had company, it would have been intimidating to try to fit in here, despite the friendly faces, I don’t think a group in their 20s or 30s wants to be infiltrated by a nearly 50 year old woman. 

When I returned, Alice had gone. Bitchboy was still facing the wall. I asked him if he knew where she went but he hadn’t even realised she had left! Poor bitchboy. He’d never been here before either and I know he was excited to see it, but so far, he’d basically seen nothing other than the red-painted wall he was facing. 

I sat down and sipped on my drink. After a few minutes, Alice came back with two women and introduced me to them, Angela and Ida. They were both very chatty and smiley. The nature of their relationship was obvious from the collar around Ida’s neck and the way she never interrupted Angela when she was speaking, but other than that they were just like any other couple, albeit both dressed in varying styles of shiny black material and fishnets! Alice said she had some things to do but would be back later. 

As we chatted, they told me they were a 24/7 D/s couple, but very light on protocol. They were lovers before anything else and they only really dressed the part when they came to places like this; I loved how normal they were. The most BDSM thing I’d seen that night so far was bitchboy in his little cage facing the wall! 

I explained about me, and him, and why we were there. Angela told me she knew all about it because Alice had told her. She asked if bitchboy was going to be facing the wall all night. I said I didn’t know, it just seemed like fun at the time. I’m sure he could be more useful if we needed him to be.  

“Does he give foot massages?” Angela asked. She was wearing very high heels, and not used to them. It wasn’t even midnight yet, but her feet were sore. I said I didn’t know, as I’ve never let him touch me, but we can find out. 

I pulled on the service leash and he obediently turned round.  

The girls giggled when they saw his cock cage, I explained that it was his cage, and I didn’t even have the key for it, but he was instructed to wear it tonight, so his little thing wouldn’t get in the way of being a good slave. 

“Bitch! Are you good at giving foot massages?” I asked.  

He shook his head he’d never given one before. 

 “About time you learned then don’t you think?” I motioned him towards Angela, who had just removed her shoes. Visible through her fishnets, her toenails were painted bright gloss red. I knew bitchboy had a serious thing for painted fingernails. Perhaps toenails too? 

Just before he knelt, I stood and quietly asked him if he was ok with this. I didn’t want him genuinely doing anything he didn’t want to do. His response was clear “Yes, Sarah, I will do anything you want me to do, without limits other than preserving my anonymity, as long as it would please you, or your friends. Serving you is like a fantasy come real for me, and I exist here, now, only for you.” 

I was surprised by the passion in his response. I could see his little cock straining in its cage. Whether that was because of the situation he was in, or the fact he was about to spend the next few minutes on his knees, touching Angela’s delicate feet, his mouth inches away from her painted toenails, I could not tell. 

“Come” said Angela, beckoning to him with a finger. 

He scurried over on his hands and knees and then sat up, looking at her for instructions. She gestured to her shoes. He very carefully took each shoe off, undoing the clasps of her beautiful black wedges and gently sliding them from her feet, all the while staring at her dark red painted toes. He looked up again and she nodded to her left foot. He picked it up and started massaging it slowly, starting to massage near the ball of her foot and gradually working his way further back towards her heel. He did this several times, occasionally looking up at Angela for approval. She ignored him and continued talking to the rest of so he continued as he must.  Eventually she pulled her foot away and proffered the other one, which bitchboy took and started to work on. 

“He’s not bad for a beginner. I’ve had worse”, she smiled at us as she was speaking, enjoying the attention and the lack of it she had to pay. “Where do I get one of these from?” 

“Schöneberg  apparently”, I nearly choked on my drink as I laughed watching bitchboys sudden movement, his entire body now tense, bringing him from the reverie of his massage. I don’t think he liked me giving clues to where he lived! I figured Schöneberg  was big enough it wasn’t much of a risk but his body language suggested different. 

We all talked and laughed while bitchboy continued massaging Angela’s feet. At one point she told Ida to get us more drinks as bitchboy was currently occupied and doing such a good job it seemed a shame to stop him. She complied with a smile, bringing us cocktails on a tray a few minutes later. I drank my daquiri and the conversation while looking around the increasingly busy space, now filling up with some weird and very wonderful people. I went to the bathroom, also quite busy by now and wandered around for a while taking in the by now spectacular view, and returned to the girls and asked if they would like to dance. Ida sprang up immediately before catching herself and looking at Angela, who smiled and said they would both go. Bitchboy carefully slipped Angela’s shoes back on and then looked up at me, still on his knees. Should I invite him? Make him dance in his little cage and hood? I thought about it but decided he would look ridiculous, and besides, his job was to serve me. Alice said we had the table and sofa for as long as we wanted, so we left our drinks there and headed over to dance.  

“On your feet, bitch.”, I ordered, “face against the wall again.” I didn’t want him enjoying the view in our absence after all. He complied without a word and we went off to dance. 

The dancefloor was busy and full of people dressed in exotic and provocative outfits, all younger and prettier than me, all having a fabulous time, I loved it but it made me feel my age, and it wasn’t long before I wanted to sit down again, my feet hurt and I was out of practice! 

I walked back, sat down and ignored bitchboy who may or may not have registered my presence, but if he had he didn’t react. I was tired but the dancing had been fun. The movement of my plug and the view as I was dancing had turned me on even more, and I really wanted to touch, but I didn’t know if it was acceptable and I don’t think I could have done that publicly anyway. Ida came back after a while and plonked heavily down next to me on the sofa, putting her arm around me and asking if I was ok. 

“I’m fine darling, thank you. My feet hurt that's all, I’m not cut out for this any more!” I grinned, I was slightly annoyed at my lack of stamina but I was having such a good time.  

“Mine do too, these shoes are pretty but they are not good for dancing in!” Ida rotated her ankles, letting me admire her ridiculously high patent ankle boots, they reminded me of ballet boots, but were somewhat more practical than that, but incredibly sexy all the same. “Why don’t you get bitchboy to massage your feet too?” Ida asked, gesturing to the naked man facing the wall next to us. “Angela said he was very good at it.” 

“Oh, its tempting, I think I would enjoy it, but he isn’t allowed to touch me, ever. Sadly, that includes foot massages. But if you want one you are most welcome.” 

Ida smiled and said she would like it very much. I yanked on bitchboy’s leash, pulling him away from the wall.  

“Massage her feet, bitch, like you did Angela’s. Do a good job”. He knelt without a word and very carefully unzipped each of Idas boots and slipped them off her feet before working on her using the same pattern he had used for Angela. I was sure he’s done this before! 

Ida leant back with a sigh, her eyes closed as she relaxed, very much enjoying bitchboy’s massage. 

I was squirming. Caught between wanting to rest and find somewhere I could rub without being too obvious. I realised my thighs were clenched together like they are when I’m in meetings and desperate for a bit of release. I needed to fix this soon. 

As I was considering this though, a rather statuesque woman with long auburn hair wearing a green latex dress with amazing shoulder pads stopped and looked at us. She smiled but seemed quite interested in the view bitchboy offered, naked apart from his hood and little cage. 

“He’s a fun toy” she said, in a velvety voice. “Can I look at him?” She looked at me and Ida in turn, saw the collar around Ida’s neck and focused on me. There was no ‘please’, though it was worded as a request it felt like more of an order, but I didn’t mind. 

“Of course. Bitch! Stand up!” I tugged on his leash to pull his gaze away from Ida’s feet. 

“No, he can stay on his hands and knees. Chin on the floor”. At this bitchboy froze. His body language again much like when I mentioned where he lived, but he was breathing fast. 

“Do as you are told bitch!” I curtly hissed in his ear, he looked at me, his eyes full of fear, and he whispered something to me, I think it sounded like ‘no, please’ but after a moment he complied and prostrated himself on the floor, his chin down and his bottom consequently high in the air, his caged cock dangling for everyone to see. 

“I thought so”, she smiled evilly at me. “I recognise that little thing”. 

“You do?” I was a little surprised, and given bitchboy’s requirement for anonymity I was a little worried. 

“Yes, I do. He knows me as Miss Fox. This is the position he adopts when he pays for a session.” 

I blinked. I looked down at bitchboy who had his eyes closed and was muttering pitifully under his breath, cover blown. 

“Don’t worry, I have a professional relationship with him. He is safe here.” She laughed and asked if she could sit down, I gestured to an empty seat, and she sat, elegantly, crossed her long legs and leaned a little closer to bitchboy. “Shall I tell them how I know you Peter?”, she used his name, she knew exactly who he was, but I know it wasn't in either of their interests to expose him here, she would have done so already, but then there was the question of patient confidentiality. But I wanted to know! 

“Tell us bitch” I grinned. I knew how much he was squirming and now I had relaxed a little I was enjoying this, his intense discomfort really was a turnon. “How do you know this beautiful, powerful woman, and how can she recognise you just by looking at that thing dangling between your legs, hmm?”. He muttered something unintelligible, shaking his head as he did so. 

“Speak up!” Miss Fox told him sharply, cuffing the top of his head with her hand. 

Bitchboy sighed, and then, still keeping his chin on the floor, he spoke in a monotone. “When I cannot focus, and I can’t stop masturbating, I occasionally pay Miss Fox to kick me in the balls.” 

I have to admit I was a little taken aback. I knew he struggled with his desires, but this was a new thing to me. 

“You pay to be kicked in the balls?” 

“Yes Sarah. I pay. When I can’t stop myself and can’t concentrate on anything. It clears my mind, and well, it makes everything too sore to touch. I usually give her both keys to my cage some days before my appointment so I’m unable to touch and when I arrive I am desperate. She removes the cage, makes me kneel like this and kicks me between the legs. When I can’t take it any more, I pay her and I leave. That is all there is to it.” 

Miss Fox leaned over and grasped his balls in her hand “We never put the cage back on after, he’s far too sore and swollen” she grinned at me, “aren’t you, Peter?” but then in a rather kind voice told me she thought she was helping, that he was not her only client that asked for similar services. 

I had never been in the company of a professional dominatrix before, and we spoke for quite some time, Ida joining in, while bitchboy knelt miserably, chin still on the floor, but I’m sure I could see him straining in his little cage. We were both clearly turned on by this situation. Miss Fox left us a few minutes later, but not before slapping bitchboy’s exposed balls and making him yelp. Ida and I giggled at the noise he made! 

I needed to masturbate. I had my legs crossed so tightly and I knew how wet I was, I could feel it. But what to do? I couldn’t just start doing it here. There were plenty of kinky folk around but nobody was just sat there playing with themselves! 

I asked Ida if there was anywhere private, I could go with bitchboy. He wasn’t allowed to touch me, and he certainly wouldn’t be allowed to look at me, but he’d earned my trust and I thought we both deserved a little treat. She told me there were rooms upstairs, arranged in a gallery around the dancefloor; there were a couple of private ones, but we would be lucky to get one. As we were talking Alice came back with Angela and they both roared with laughter seeing bitchboy still on his hands and knees with his ass in the air. Alice asked if I was enjoying myself, and I said I was, very much, to the point I needed a little privacy to let off some steam with bitchboy.  

“Most people here just go to the sides or one of the rooms upstairs and get on with it darling” she started, “but I know that's a little daunting the first time, so we have a private suite, where you can lock the door. It has a bathroom and some other fun things! I reserved it for you when you contacted me and explained about bitchboy’s concerns. I told you I arranged something special for you!” 

I remembered her mentioning something just as we arrived, but I was so overwhelmed by the entire experience I had forgotten all about it. 

Alice gave me a key and told me to head upstairs, end of the corridor, it was the only locked door up there. I took a moment. Was I really going to do this? I didn’t even know what I was going to do! 

I stood, Angela took my place next to Ida and Alice sat opposite. “Have fun you two!” she giggled.  

“Thank you. Ida can tell you why bitchboy is kneeling like that while we’re gone!” I laughed, too loud, nervously, before pulling on bitchboy’s leash and telling him to get up. 

I took a breath, swallowed, lifted my head and lowered my shoulders, confidence posture. I stalked off towards the stairs, pulling bitchboy along with me. He scurried to keep up, but at least I wasn’t making him crawl.  

I got to the top of the stairs, and there were people fucking, everywhere in couples and groups, I’d honestly never seen anything like it. We got some smiles and a few offers to join people but I had no plans on joining in. I suspect bitchboy would have given his left testicle to join in but he was my property this evening, and the only reason he was here was to do what I wanted. I smiled our thanks, and told them it was pointless, pointing at bitchboy’s caged cock, which made them laugh, and we moved on.  At one point we had to step over the legs of a kneeling man, who had his face deep in a girls very large buttocks as she kissed the girl she was facing. Decadence! 

I found a closed door and pushed on it, it opened and before I saw anything I could hear noises that suggested the room was occupied, so I backed out and continued down the corridor. A couple of other doors were open, the room’s occupants were obviously far too busy to close them! Finally I pushed on a door and it didn't move. I put the key in the lock and it turned. I opened the door. 

What greeted me left me astounded. Like almost everywhere, the room was red, in the corner there was a cage with a single bed on top with a rubber mattress, a single black rubber pillow placed on it. The cage itself had what looked to be a very thin mattress inside, covered by a rubber sheet. There were cuffs attached to the four corners of the bed.  On the opposite wall was a St Andrews Cross, again with cuffs in all four corners, and next to that a steel frame of some kind, almost humanoid in shape, it took me a while to work out that it was a cage, of sorts, with so many attachments and clasps you could render someone almost completely immobile, yet completely exposed at the same time.  

In the middle was a queen sized bed, red rubber like the one in the corner, but this one was a four poster, with drapes on each side, held open with ties around the bedposts. I’d never seen anything like this before. 

An apparently normal bathroom with a shower completed the suite. 

I had my own dungeon. And my own slave. 

Once again, I wished I’d visited Berlin 20 years ago, I could have had so much fun. Still, I was having lots of fun now! 

Bitchboy was also looking around, he had clearly never seen anything like it either. “Different to Miss Fox’s place is it, bitch?” I asked in a friendly tone. 

He nodded “I’ve only ever been in her front room. She deals with me there, I’ve never seen anywhere else in her apartment.” 

I started rubbing between my legs, through my skirt, gently while facing bitchboy. His eyes flicked down; he could see what I was doing. 

I turned my back on him. And carried on doing it for a moment before I spoke. “Undo my skirt. If you touch me you will suffer for it, just undo my skirt and let it fall. He did this reverently, I heard him inhale when it dropped to the floor, my lacey knickers, garters and stockings fully on show to him, not to mention he was inches away from my bottom.  

I stepped out of the skirt, then turned to face him, taking the leash in my hand and dragging him to the bathroom. “Down”. I made him kneel in the middle of the bathroom floor, facing away from the door just in front of the shower. “Chin on the floor”. He complied, resuming the ridiculous pose with his caged cock dangling in the air. 

I turned the shower on. He couldn’t touch, see or hear me now. “I am going into the other room. You are staying here, exactly like this. If you move, you will regret it. Do you understand?” He acknowledged with a quiet “Yes Ma’am”. 

I walked back into the other room and sat on the edge of the double bed, my mind spinning at the perversity of what I was about to do. About the perversity of this entire experience, this entire night, but my mind was soon calmed by the aching between my legs. I slipped a hand in my knickers, surprised by just how soaked I was, and started to rub gently, occasionally feeding my cunt to myself again. I have no idea if this is normal or not, or just a thing denial girls do, but I absolutely adore feeding my own mess to myself and it's a regular part of my routine. I didn’t know if I was going to orgasm or not, but I just had to edge, absolutely had to edge! 

It didn’t take long before the first one, or the second, or the third, and I thought I might just allow myself to cum, but as usual, staying like this, edged and denied, just feels so fucking good, an orgasm here and now would just spoil it.  

I edged another couple of times, before reluctantly getting up and putting my skirt back on. I certainly wasn’t letting bitchboy have the pleasure of being that close to be again! 

I walked into the bathroom, told him to turn off the shower and that we were leaving. He stood, did as he was told, and then his draw dropped as he watched me slip my hand back into my skirt, and remove it, fingers glistening, and then pick up the end of the leash. I led him out of the bathroom, marched him up to the door of the suite and told him to open his mouth. He did and I put the handle of the leash into it. “Wait there, I need to pee”. He did as he was told. His little treat after I had mine was just the tiniest second hand taste of me, and the privilege of hearing me pee, though over the music thudding through the wall I doubted he would hear anything. 

Once I was finished and had adjusted my attire, I took the handle of the leash out of bitchboy’s mouth, opened the door, and we stepped over a similar set of semi-and-naked bodies before heading back downstairs. My edging had in no way reduced my desire to join in, but it had at least given me a pleasant little haze to view it through. Denied girls don’t get to join in. Denied girls watch while others enjoy.  

And denied boys too, obviously. Anyway, bitchboy wasn’t the sort of creature to join in an orgy. H was the sort of creature to have his balls kicked when he couldn’t stop touching himself, as we had already established. 

We got back to our seats and I smiled as I saw Angela and Ida kissing, Ida’s breasts exposed, one being gently squeezed by Angela as she kissed her. I didn’t think this was appropriate for bitchboy to watch so I led him back to his wall, where he stood, facing it and unable to watch anything that was happening around him. Still, he had the memory of almost tasting my pussy, second hand, to keep his mind occupied for now. 

I told him to stay and wandered off. I had something I needed to do. 

It was getting late, by my standards, and I wanted to speak to Miss Fox again before I left. It would take me a long time to describe what I saw as I looked for her, this place was a decadent paradise, and one again I regretted the fact I’d left it till I was nearly 50 and with a family to visit Berlin. After a quick trip to the cloakroom, I looked around then headed back up the stairs. There were people kissing and fucking everywhere I looked, and after a quick look at the heaving bodies upstairs to no avail, I walked through the dancefloor, looking for the green latex dress Miss Fox was wearing. I couldn’t spot her though. I found the staircase leading downstairs and followed it. There was only one thing that was going to be down here yet I was still surprised at what I saw when I entered a room that could only be described as a dungeon. There isn’t time to write it all up and to be honest I’d fail miserably to capture just what was going on, but suffice to say this was a place that bitchboy would have been right at home. There were people strapped to benches, crosses, chairs and tables, being whipped, fucked, cuddled, interrogated, I don’t know. It was mind-blowing. 

I spied the green dress belonging to Miss Fox standing near a St Andrew’s Cross mounted on the wall. Mounted on the cross facing the wall was a man with a very red bottom. Miss Fox was wielding a heavy looking paddle with great enthusiasm, hitting the poor guy on alternate cheeks with each strike. Above the music I could hear him grunting with each blow, but he made surprisingly little noise.  

Miss Fox stopped to view her handiwork, saw me and offered me the paddle. I declined, I could not possibly do it justice after watching her, but I did explain what I wanted and she smiled, giving me a kiss on the lips and telling me she would be delighted. I gave her the item I retrieved and wished her a good rest of her night. As I left I heard the man’s grunts turn into howls. I suppose Miss Fox had renewed her beating with extra vigour. 

“Bitch! You should be downstairs with the others, getting your ass beaten by Miss Fox” I said as I returned and sat down. I yanked on his leash and told him to buy a round of drinks. He was allowed a beer if he wanted one because I was feeling very generous, the rest of us had cocktails. He came back with a tray of drinks, no beer, and dutifully handed them to each of us. 

“Didn’t you want a beer, bitch?”, I asked gently, “It wasn’t a trap, you’re welcome to one” 

“Sarah I don’t feel its appropriate for me to be drinking or sitting with you. I am your slave, I will do anything you tell me to do, but I should not be relaxing with you, it is my job to serve you tonight, not join in.” 

I sighed “I must be a great disappointment to you, you must wish we were downstairs, you strapped to the furniture and me giving you a beating?” 

“No, not at all Sarah. I don’t want any of that. I want exactly this, serving you, being allowed to be close to you, of course more than that but this is far better for me than when I go to see Miss Fox.” 

“Does anyone want another foot massage?”, I looked around the group, but Angela and Ida were oblivious, lost in each others charms, and Alice had a little latex kitty with their head in her lap, petting them gently. She shook her head, and sipped at her cocktail. 

“Back to the wall then bitch, I’ll call you when I need you.” 

Alice told me about her kitty, Emelia, a very sweet and very kinky girl from elsewhere who moved to Berlin some time ago. She reminded me hugely of someone I know on Tumblr but that would be too much of a coincidence to delve into here... 

I tickled Kitty’s ears when invited and the three of us chatted, trying to ignore the moans coming from Angela and Ida, Ida in particular sounded like whatever Angela was doing was *just* right. 

After a little while the Kitty asked if I wanted to dance. I accepted and we headed off to the dance floor, for the last time for me, I was pretty tired by this point. She was a fabulous dancer! I can move when I want to and take full advantage of my curves to writhe and jiggle but Kitty was in a league of her own, twirling and pulsing in ways I can’t even describe. She wore me out just looking at her, but it was such fun trying to keep up. After a few songs I was exhausted and I needed a rest. I gave her a kiss and left her on the dance floor as I headed back to my seat, falling into it gratefully.  

Angela and Ida were sipping on their cocktails looking very pleased with themselves. Alice was nowhere to be seen. And I was very thirsty after all of that. I yanked on bitchboy’s leash, and he turned, obediently, towards me. “Get me a glass of water, bitch”. I was getting so used to saying the word ‘bitch’ instead of ‘please’ at the end of a sentence! 

He scurried off and I chatted to the girls while I waited. When he returned, holding a large glass of water I drank almost half before putting it down on the table. He was about to return to his wall when I asked him if he was not thirsty. 

“I am Sarah, but I can drink later, it is ok.” 

I didn’t think it was. It’s important to stay hydrated! I had read about similar things and I was feeling devilish. I looked at bitchboy, then at the glass on the table. I leaned forwards and spat into it. Both girls gasped as I picked up the glass and swirled it around and then handed it to bitchboy. “Drink.” 

He did as he was told. What else could he do? The girls giggled as he drank it down. I assume he pulled a face but as he was masked I couldn’t tell. 

“Go and get our coats” I ordered him, and without a word he walked towards the cloakroom, leash dangling behind him, and returned a few minutes later with my coat and his clothes, neatly folded. 

I ordered a taxi to pick up from just around the corner from the app on my phone which said it was going to be 5 minutes. 

“Go and get dressed bitch, meet me in the entrance hall when you are ready. I am going to say goodbye to the girls.” 

We made friends on our socials and said our goodbyes. I looked out for Alice, spotting her near the bar and I went and thanked her for all she’d done for us, and that I hoped we would see each other again one day. She gave me a huge hug and said how much she’d enjoyed my company, and what a delightful subbie bitchboy was. She even said he’d be welcome here as a house slave should he want to. I said I’d pass the message on, but I suspected it would be too much for him. 

I turned as I was approached by a masked man in a suit. I giggled, realising it was bitchboy with his clothes on. He was still wearing the collar and the leash dangled by his side. I took the handle and led him towards the exit. He stopped before we got there and begged me to take off the collar and leash before we left the building. I was tempted to refuse, but I knew why this was important. I took them off and put them in my bag. 

As we left, I was hit by a blast of freezing air, a real shock to the system, I had forgotten it was November! There was a queue of people waiting to get in, the lucky couple at the front entered as we left, we must have made room for them. 

We walked down the road a bit, to where the taxi was waiting, and bitchboy removed his hood. His hair was damp and stuck to his head, he ruffled it a bit to make it look better and I smiled at him. “That was fun!” 

“I am glad you had fun Sarah.” A rather monosyllabic response I thought. 

“Was it not fun for you? Not what you wanted?”. 

“It was exactly what I wanted Sarah, but it is not ‘fun’. It is what I need to do.” 

“Well, you were very good at it.” 

We got into the taxi and sat in silence for the short journey back to my hotel. I had so much to process, so many images in my mind, and once again every bounce of the car was noticeable courtesy of the plug in my bum, which was starting to get a little sore but still felt good. 

We arrived at the hotel and got out of the car. Bitchboy walked with me to the hotel door and stopped. 

“Goodnight Sarah. Thank you for allowing me this night” 

I laughed “Thank you for coming, it has been a wonderful experience! But aren’t you coming in?” 

He stared at me. 

“Come in, we have unfinished business.” 

He swallowed, took a breath and followed me in. 

We walked through the lobby to the lifts, and I pressed the call button. After a moment the doors opened on one and we got in. I pressed the floor number and the door closed. When the doors opened, I stepped out and walked to my room, bitchboy close behind me. I opened my door and stepped in, turning round to face him. “Would you like to come in, bitch?” I asked, using my sweetest, most evil voice. 

“Yes please Sarah” he said breathlessly. 

I was tempted to make him strip in the corridor, but I knew this was too risky for him, but I also didn’t want to involve anyone else in our kink accidentally. I motioned for him to come in, and he followed me in, closing the door behind him. He remained in the hallway while I walked into the room 

“Strip” 

He obediently removed his clothes, hanging his coat on a hook on the wall, folding the rest neatly and placing them in the luggage alcove. 

I giggled. This was the first time I’d actually seen his face while he had no clothes on. 

“Turn around and kneel, chin on the floor”. He did this obediently, adopting the same position he had in the club, caged cock dangling ridiculously between his raised buttocks. 

“Is this how Miss Fox has you kneel in her apartment, ready to be kicked?” I asked, evilly. 

“Yes Sarah. But without the cage, I would be damaged if she kicked me while I was wearing it. Please let me take it off before you start.”. He sounded resigned to his fate. But, tempting though it was, firstly I’m not that cruel, and secondly that would involve me touching him, even if only with the tip of my shoe, which I would not allow. 

“Silly boy, I’m not going to kick you. I told you I am never going to touch you, that, sadly, includes kicking you in the balls.” 

My feet hurt and I needed to take the plug out. 

“I am going to get undressed and put on something more comfortable. You will remain like that. If you move, you will regret it.” 

He acknowledged the threat in my voice and remained exactly where he was. I was tired and needed to sleep, but the night wasn’t quite over, at least for me, yet. I needed to edge, badly, but I wanted him gone before I did. 

I sat on the bed and kicked off my shoes, then locked myself in the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes. I had been sweating in the club and could feel my skin was sticky as I undressed. I let my knickers drop to the floor, grateful to have them off as they had been wet through for some time. I stepped out of them and rubbed for a couple of minutes, just enough to get to a very soft edge. I sighed and licked my fingers clean, then carefully removed the plug. I moaned as it popped out, I always do, and I regretted I couldn’t gently fuck myself with it for a while, but I was so tired. 

I tied up my hair and showered, just long enough to wash the sweat away, then dried and put on a robe.  

I picked my damp knickers off the floor and unlocked the door. Bitchboy was still kneeling, chin on the floor. It didn’t look like he had moved. Good. 

“Remain there, do not move”. I walked towards him, getting very close and dropped my dirty knickers on the floor, inches in front of his face. 

“When I tell you. Get up and get dressed. Do not look around. You will not see me again. You may keep my knickers as a reward for your good behaviour. Do with them whatever you need to, but do not tell me, I do not wish to know about your disgusting activities. Is that clear?” 

“Yes Sarah, thank you. This is a most wonderful gift.” He almost whispered it, like he was in awe of the sweaty, stained fabric an inch from his nose. I suppose he was. It was certainly the closest he would ever get to me. 

I sat on the edge of the bed. “Now get dressed”. He stood, and immediately went to his coat and took out his wallet, opening it up and searching for something. 

“Sarah, my keys.” He sounded panicked. “They are not here”. 

I smiled to myself, surprised it had took him this long to check. “What keys, bitch?” 

“For my cage. They are not here. Someone has taken them.” He really was panicking, there was an edge to his voice. “I... you made me bring both keys, I always keep them apart just in case something like this happens. We have to go back to the club, now.” 

I laughed. “Relax, silly boy. I took them. I have one, and your friend Miss Fox has the other.” 

He almost turned to face me, but self preservation reminded him of my threat. 

“Please can I have it Sarah? I can’t stay locked.”. He pleaded with me. This was so perverse, a naked man standing with his back to me in my hotel room, begging for me to unlock his little cage. I needed to edge. I needed him gone so I could. 

“I will be taking this key home with me. If you are good, I will post it back to you and you can unlock yourself when it arrives. In an emergency you know where Miss Fox is, and she isn’t going anywhere. You can contact her if you need to. You know the price you will pay if you go to see her and its not an emergency, don’t you, bitch?” 

He groaned, knowing full well the price he’d pay. 

“Now get dressed and fuck off.” 

He very carefully got dressed, taking care always to face the door lest I thought he was trying to look at me. He put on his coat and stood for a moment. 

“Goodnight Sarah. Thank you again.” 

He opened the door. I let him walk through it without saying anything, then at the last minute I spoke softly. 

“Goodnight, bitch. Thank you too, that was a very enjoyable experience. Now go. I need to masturbate.” 

And that was it. He closed the door behind him, I took off my dressing gown, slipped between the sheets and slipped my hand between my legs, closing my eyes and luxuriating in the feeling of my body, the thoughts and visions in my mind.