Fleur III: Suffer Club

David got up and led the naked girl to the back wall of his spacious office, where a button on the wall operated an elevator. When its door opened up, Fleur noticed it was decorated very nicely. She followed him inside and the two of them went up one floor to David’s personal quarters.

The elevator doors opened up to a wide art deco lobby with three exits. David led Fleur to the left, which took them to a spacious and lavishly decorated bedroom. Fleur admired the consistent art style and furniture throughout the floor so far and followed David to a door on the wall opposite the side they came in from. The door was locked with a fingerprint scanner and a numeric keypad.

“Damn”, Fleur thought, “he sure likes his security.” But as the lights turned on when they stepped into the next room, she definitely understood why.

“Welcome to my workshop and gallery,” David said as they walked into a room at least as big as his office. The room was lavishly decorated along the walls with artwork and photo prints, which all seemed to focus on one thing: women in bdsm and sexual torture. Throughout the space stood about a dozen single mannequin dolls wearing stunning tight latex fetish outfits and leather and metal harnesses.

The room was clearly divided into two areas: a work area with several machines and a photo corner and on the other side a display gallery with a seating area, four more mannequins side by side and even a small theatre.

David saw how curious Fleur was about everything this unique room when he led her to his photo shoot area.

“There is a lot of stuff here that I will show you,” he said to her when he stopped at a camera on a tripod and switched on his studio photography lights. “Which is all very personal to me. I hope we can build on a bond of trust and openness from here on out. You have shared already parts of yourself with me, I will do the same with you. This room holds the results of about forty years of work in the field of bdsm for me. We will first do your body examination and measurements and then you can take a look around and you can ask anything you want, okay?”

“Sure,” Fleur replied.

“Do you have any questions right now, before we start?” David wanted to know.

“Where do you want me now?”

“Right there is fine” he pointed at a spot in front of his camera, perfectly lit by the bright studio lights. “Please lift your hands above your head again. Is there anywhere you’d prefer me not to touch you while I examine and measure your body?”

“No,” Fleur confirmed while she raised her hands up again. “You can do anything you want.”

David came close to Fleur and examined the skin of her face, which was flawless. He admired her pretty looks, which were some of the most photogenic he had ever seen. Her bright blue eyes followed him curiously as he circled around her and grabbed her hair when he was back in front of her. He pulled her blonde locks into a pony tail and held it for a second while inspecting her jawline up to her small ears. Then he let her hair fall down again.

“Perfect youthful skin you have,” he said. “From that portfolio I just watched, I’d almost forget you are still so young. You are extremely beautiful. One of the best-looking faces and body I have ever seen, if not the best. I am honored to work with you.”

“Thank you,” Fleur replied. She could tell he meant it in a very different way than she usually heard men say it.
Then David touched her body for the first time, his hands warm on her skin as he placed them on her shoulders as he traced her collarbone from her throat to her shoulders with his thumbs. Then he slid them slowly down over her chest, grazing the skin of her breasts. He slowly moved behind her and cupped her large and full natural breasts with his hands, gently feeling and squeezing them with his fingers and palms. He didn’t have small hands, but her breasts were definitely more than a handful.

“What bra size do you usually wear?”

“I think I’m a 26FF officially, but that’s such a rare size to find, I usually wear 28G.”
Fleur didn’t feel violated at all as he started massaging her breasts and squeezing her reddened, sore and scabbing nipples and areoles. It felt nice and she got surprisingly turned on by his gentle touch. David found that her nipples were already rock hard when he started squeezing them and he grabbed them more intensely and he noticeably built up the pressure and started squeezing and pulling Fleur’s nipples at the same time. Just when she started to enjoy it even more, he stopped and stepped to her front again.

“Damn, they are pretty tense!” he exclaimed as he squeezed her nipples some more while looking at them intently. They were swollen and reddened.

“I can tell that they have they been used very recently” He stated. He was actually interested in what her reaction would be.

“They are always in training,” she said.

“What does that mean for you?” He wanted to know.

“I pierce them and clamp them with alligator clamps daily to keep them sensitive and enlarge them over time. Then I give them a couple of days to scab and regenerate skin.”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s a routine that I’ve picked up from my boyfriend. He’s done it for years and his nipples are bigger than mine,” she laughed. “When we’re at home together, we make sure we have nipple time every day where we suck, bite and chew on each other’s nipples before we sleep. It usually gets quite primal. We’ve both learned to orgasm from this stimulation alone.”
Fleur blushed a little at this intimate romantic confession, but she wanted David to know what her nipples usually went through. She added: “I have a little kit for times like these when I’m traveling alone. It’s a box of hypodermic needles and two sets of alligator clamps on chains. It’s obviously not the same as the real thing, but it gets the job done.”

“Interesting,” David replied. “Thanks for explaining that. I have something to show you later that you might find interesting then.”

He ran his fingers over the skin of her areoles and brought his face so close to her that she could feel his warm breath on her nipples. He wasn’t surprised at the number of scars her tits bore. He was surprised at how well all those puncture wounds had healed, leaving just some dotted discolorations or slight bumps. Up close he could definitely make out where thick skewers had pierced her skin and slid through the meat of her breasts. But the most visible scars were definitely her burn wounds and three cuts she had received, two under her left areola and one under her right. He wondered how they were still so perky and firm after all the ropes and clamps, but attributed that also to her age.

David squatted in front of her and placed his hands flat on Fleur’s toned abdomen and rubbed down from under her breasts over her rib cage and her deep-set belly button to her V-shaped pussy mound. He found that part of her body maybe the most attractive after her full breasts and paid very close attention to all the details of her exquisite muscle tones, scars and skin welts. He kept stroking his fingers up and down and cupped the small of her waist with both hands multiple times. He was almost able to touch his thumbs and index fingers around the smallest part of her waist when he squeezed. She had a couple of very noticeable long scars that must have come from knife cuts to her abdominal tissue and an irregular pattern of scars from small cuts running from halfway between her belly button and her pussy that continued on her inner thighs.

David got up again and stepped behind Fleur, using his hands to place her hair in front of her shoulders, so he had an unobstructed view of the back of her torso, which was also covered in scars. It was obvious from the welts and scar tissue that she had received damage to her skin from multiple whipping sessions with different instruments, some of which lacerated her skin quite deeply. The marks ran from her shoulders to the small of her back and David ran his fingers over the patterns, feeling the thickness of the welts in certain spots, indicating that the damage to her skin was relatively recent.

“The back of your torso has been through quite some use recently,” he remarked.

“That’s from the LTT session. They whipped me severely as some kind of foreplay. It was quite intense,” Fleur explained the marks. Her eyes wandered to the other end of the large space, where some of David’s harnesses and torture contraptions were on display.

The man continued his approval and examination of Fleur’s body and asked her to bend over. As she did, he ran his hands over her buttocks down her thighs. It looked like the young woman had undergone some quite severe whippings and markings here as well.

“Can you spread your ass so I can get a better look between?” He asked.

“Do you need me to gape or prolapse?” she asked immediately. “I can do it with my hands, but a thick dildo would help.”

“No, no, don’t worry,” David said immediately. “You don’t have to prolapse for me. But this is where I start taking measurements and photographs, so I will need to record some info.

It was obvious that Fleur’s asshole had seen some serious abuse. Although she had no major incontinence issues, her sphincter was not as tight and unmarked as it once was. She had always associated anal play with sexual submission and for as long as she could remember, fucking primarily meant anal. She enjoyed it immensely. And because she wanted to become the most depraved and shocking girl on the block, she’d asked Fraulein Elsa to start training her to be able to perform more and more extreme anal tricks, including extremely large dildos and sphincter stretchers.

“You have very obviously been anally active,” David continued. “Do you know from the top of your head what size dildos you can accommodate, fully going inside?”

“I train mostly with a flexible double dildo that’s 24 inches long, but I don’t think it’s ever fully gone inside me.”

“How thick?”

“That dildo is about two-and-a-half inches thick. I can’t fit my thumb and index finger around it,” Fleur laughed. She quickly added: “I also have a stretching ring for my sphincter that I use with it. It’s tough, but I think I can open that one to almost three inches and have my ass open wide like that.”

David proceeded to take Fleur’s exact measurements as she stood in front of him. He wrote everything down in a fresh little black notebook that he dedicated to his new muse. Ankles, knees, middle of her thighs, upper thighs, hips, waist, chest, shoulders, neck and even forehead were wrapped with measuring tape.

Then he paid special attention to her abdomen, sketching a small representation of Fleur’s torso and recording the distance between her belly button and pussy, distance between her nipples, length of her nipples and size of her areolas, underbust, overbust, even the distance around her breasts as he wrapped his tape around their base.

After he had written down everything he needed, David shot two dozen pictures of her body and body parts, front, back and sides. Fleur happily posed for him as he documented her physical perfection.

“Oh, before I forget,” he added when he was done with his photos, “would you kindly stick out your tongue?”

They both laughed as Fleur tried her best to stick her tongue out as far as she could and David measured its impressive eight centimeter length from its tip to right behind her front teeth.

“Well, that’s it, thank you very much,” David ended the measuring, writing down the last stats in his little notebook.

“Can I take a look at your mannequins over there?”

Fleur pointed in the direction of  the row of four mannequins that were on display alongside a far wall. Their grouping was not the only thing that made them stand out. Instead of displaying latex or leather gear, they were clearly showing off more elaborate contraptions.

“Please do, I’ll join you shortly,” David replied. “I am going to load your pictures onto my laptop immediately.”

Fleur darted away across the spacious room, stark naked, leaving her robe behind on the floor in the photo corner.

When she reached the row of mannequins, she noticed how each doll in succession wore less and less clothing, revealing more and more skin. Another thing that was very obvious, was the amount of metal that was used in each subsequent creation.

The first mannequin wore a full-body latex catsuit that only left the abdomen and chest exposed. Fleur noticed a laminated photo hanging from the doll and when she looked at it, she saw a photo of a girl wearing this creation. She was on her knees, but unrecognizable because of a full latex hood that was incorporated in the suit. Her tits were just big enough to be bound into orbs with a thin rope. The mannequin was an impressive representation of a young woman’s body wearing this specific contraption. Fleur couldn’t see all the details on the photograph, so she checked out the doll in front of her.

The device that the mannequin wore consisted of two basic pieces for each breast: a cylindrical tube that could be placed around a bound breast and locked and tightened from one side, while the other closed with a small hinge. Four small wind-up motors were evenly spaced around the tubes and it was immediately obvious what they did: they pushed four skewers through the wall of the tube into whatever was inside it, in this case the doll’s breasts. The left side showed how deep the pins went, the right side, in contrast, showed the pins in their outward position.
Fleur ran her fingers over the contraption and the silicone doll. She was amazed at how realistic the bodies of these mannequins were. The second and third doll showed a clear evolution in the design of the harnesses and the rest of the clothing: more metal and skin and less latex and leather. The designs went from aesthetic to functional, from lavish to bare. The main goal obviously stayed the same: drive pins into tits. Where the second doll featured a leather harness that went around the torso to keep the wind-up toys and their metal frame in place, the third only featured leather straps to connect and tighten several metal frames together. The frames themselves were increasingly elaborate and ornate.

Just as Fleur wanted to check out the third mannequin’s laminated photo, David returned from copying her photos to his laptop. He admired the stunning body of his naked guest as he walked up to her at the third mannequin in this collection.

“So, what do you think?” he asked as he stepped next to Fleur.

“They are beautiful, have they all been worn?”

“Yes, I have put all four of these on beautiful young women, and I believe they have enjoyed them immensely.”

“I’m sure they did,” Fleur replied. I’m sure with these on, they were the center of attention at every place they went to.”

“They are indeed a neat party trick, something I tried to play into with this third one. It’s the first one that I also electrified for some e-stimulation. It can even let a little spark fly between the ends of several pins. That’s something I kept in my designs after this one. It’s also featured in the next there, which is a little more extravagant looking.”

“Wow!” Fleur exclaimed when David pointed her to the fourth and last mannequin in the row. “This looks so good!” She ran her fingers over the extended nipples of the mannequin.

“That’s my first real masterpiece,” David explained. Or I like to think so, anyway. “It’s a two-part metal harness that connects together with leather straps, look!”
David proudly showed Fleur what was on display: a harness made of metal consisting of a chest piece and a crotch piece. The fourth mannequin in the row was again customized to show off the intricate delicacies of the torture instruments.

“Let me start at the bottom,” David explained. “This crotch harness was custom made for Chloe, who I told you about. You can see how tiny she was, this doll is her actual size and the leather straps are set to the tightest. She’s wearing an e-stim bullet in her ass behind a custom-made dildo shaft containing a truly devious anal invader. And her sphincter is stretched by a custom fitted 2.5” ring on a sheath that’s held in place by little less than a dozen tiny screws.”

“Screws?” Fleur wanted to know.

“Yeah, there’s a ring that keeps her sphincter open. The ring has ridges on both sides so the sphincter muscle rests between the ridges. And the outer ridge has holes for little screws that get manually tightened. It secures the contraption in place by driving the screws into the muscle.”

“Wow, clever and devious. I love it,” Fleur laughed. “What dildo goes through that ring?”

“There’s two I made that fit. One even nastier than the other.”

“Can I see them?”

“Maybe later, you will have to wait a little for that. Check out the front of the harness instead!”

Fleur saw how a curved metal plate ran up from the sphincter ring over the doll’s pussy mound. The plate had two slots in them on both sides.

“See how that would connect?” David asked. “It’s a chastity harness. The outer labia would be pulled through those slots and secured by six metal pins that go straight through the whole width of the plate, including both pussy lips.”

The doll had no pussy lips of course, but Fleur ran her fingers over the six stainless steel pins that would shut any pussy that this harness would be tightened around.
The metal plate connected to another metal band around the doll’s tiny waist and was literally locked into place with a small padlock.

“The bottom harness on this one is mostly about the vaginal chastity and anal torture,” David explained. “The chest piece, though, is where the real stuff happens, the dildo was just an afterthought because I felt like the bottom part lacked the intensity of the top.”

Fleur has already gawked at the extraordinary creation that the mannequin was displaying and the magnificent details again with which the doll’s breasts were customized to display it.
The metal frame was made of a front and back piece that were connected together by six small padlocks that went through interlocking eyelets on each side. The back side featured extensions that held the mannequin’s arms behind her back with her elbows touching. It forced a posture with her chest pushed up and out.

Both areoles on the doll were pierced from top to bottom with thick pins to the side of each nipple, leaving the nipples themselves free and exposed. The pins were stretched wide and the skin of the areoles stretched until the pins on each side were about two inches apart. The contraption also stretched the pinned areoles away from the chest, stretching the tits into long cones, which were in turn again flattened by two clamps each, one near the chest, flattening the widest part of the breast further, and a second clamp halfway between the first and the pierced areoles, which also flattened the stretched breast.

These two clamps were part of the amazing machinery of this contraption, as was the mechanism that stretched the areoles forward. The three systems worked independently and were operated by individual wind-up knobs that started a program that could not be paused or stopped once they were started. They could be operated in any order and they worked only one way. There was no “reverse” button that automated the retraction process, but each system could be rewound by hand if you had the right key.

“Does this... pull the nipples forward over the pins or does the machine push the pins in when the nipples are already stretched?” Fleur wanted to know.

“Either way. Or at the same time. It depends on when you flip which switch.”

“Interesting.”

The ‘pins’ that Fleur referred to were three stainless steel rods that were pushed into the nipples and areoles straight from the front by another contraption that connected to the front of the harness. The biggest one of the three pins was in the middle and went straight into the nipple. It was flanked on both sides by thinner pins that pierced into the stretched areoles.

“How long are they?”

“The one in the middle is four inches long and the others three I believe,” David replied. “I’m not totally sure, though. I do remember when I got to put these on Chloe, man that was magnificent to see her tits slowly be stretched out into cones and then pushing those pins in ever so slowly. I think I totally forgot to start the spiked breast clamps because I was watching so closely.”

“Those clamps are spiked?”

“Yeah, all my breast clamps are studded or spiked. I design them with interlocking pins from the bottom and top, so that the pressure gets evenly distributed.”
He stepped forward and lifted the top part of the front clamp closest to the doll’s areoles. It revealed about eight sharp and tapered spikes that had previously been invisible because they had been embedded in the doll’s customized tits. Now the top part was lifted, the sharp tips of eight more spikes were visible, pushed through the breast from the bottom.

“And these are spaced exactly so that the pins from the front can pass through?”

“Exactly, allowing for deeper embedding into the tissue,” David explained.

A tingle went through Fleur’s spine and she shivered as she saw the devious nature of these toys. The pins clamping the tit meat up and down were spaced in such a way that there were holes in between them to accommodate the pins coming from the opposing side. That way the clamps could be fully closed without the pins even being visible.

“Shit damn,” she exclaimed. “Is the other one the same?”

“Yeah, just with longer pins.”

Fleur reached for the playing card sized laminated picture that hung from the mannequin’s waist and looked at the photo. It showed Chloe again, now wearing the harness on this doll. She looked pristine: dark, heavy makeup on her face, the tight harness around her body. She stood with her elbows pressed together behind her back and her stretched and clamped tits pulled up and out, posing serenely with her eyes closed.

“She’s stunning. She must have been in heaven,” Fleur commented.

“A sad thing happened after that, though.” David paused for a second.

“What’s that?” Fleur asked.

“Chloe and I designed a more advanced pin driver add-on for this harness. It was really something else... dark, devious and it really came from her ultra-masochistic mind. We had a very special production scheduled to film it at a Roman villa not too far from here. By the time I was done actually building it, our friendship had soured due to a relationship she was in at the time and I never had the chance to use it.”

“You never know what the future will bring,” Fleur replied, knowing full well how she wanted David to interpret her comment. He didn’t say anything, though, and Fleur’s attention lingered on the harness while David continued to lead her along three photo frames on the wall, where severe S&M sessions were on display. When they got to the fourth, Fleur woke up from her daydream and noticed Mathilde, the petite redhead slut she had seen before. Fleur didn’t know why, but her spine tingled every time she saw the young woman.

“Well what do you think of that?” David asked when he finished showing Fleur the things he had on display along this side of the room.

“This stuff is amazing,” she said. “There’s something I have been meaning to ask...”

She paused for a second.

“What is it?”

“Well, I was wondering if it would ever be possible for me to feel what Chloe felt in those harnesses?”

“What do you mean exactly?” David liked where he thought this was going.

“Would it be possible for me to be the girl you will try your new harness designs on?”

There was a moment of silence in which David and Fleur looked at each other, wondering if this would lead what the both of them had hoped ever since they started walking the gallery.

“How much time do you have?” David said, breaking the silence.

“Plenty. I’m at my hotel for three more days before I go back to the Netherlands. I could even stay a little longer if necessary,” she added.

“You’re very welcome to stay here instead of at your hotel. I have guest quarters that you could use and it will give you the opportunity to look around. Plus, we won’t have to reschedule a fitting and testing of my newest harness for a date in the far future, we could do it the day after tomorrow if you’d like.”

Fleur couldn’t pass this up. She was way too intrigued by what she saw and heard. She was happy that her efforts paid off.

“Thank you for your offer, I would love to stay if it isn’t too much trouble for you.”

“Not at all.” David smiled. “It will give you plenty of time to check stuff out. And it will give us an opportunity to see how we work together.”

“Would it be possible for you to put the harness from doll #4 on me too?” she almost begged him with both her voice and her big blue eyes. “I really want to know what that feels like, even if it might be a tight fit. I can’t get it out of my mind.” She paused for a split second and added “And if it does fit, I would like to try one of those extensions that you mentioned you never got to use on your muse.”

David’s mind started racing. He knew exactly where he had stored the torture extensions he had so meticulously crafted for Chloe.

“Maybe you can also shoot some pictures or videos of it. I can fix up some heavy makeup if you like. And give it kind of a rough look and smudge it up a little, to change the feel of it.”

“Are you sure?” he wanted to know. “I’d love nothing more than to see you wear my creation, but it’s going to leave some marks and wounds for sure. You told me you have some productions coming up soon…”

“I do, but my production contracts have a clause that accommodates that kind of thing. I mean, no one’s going to work with me expecting my body to be without any marks or bruises,” she chuckled.

She had made up her mind when she first saw mannequin #4 that she would have to feel that harness sooner or later. “Maybe we can try the harness on me now to see if it will fit. Then you can make adjustments if necessary and you can use it with all of its extensions on me the day after tomorrow.”

“Very well,” David said excitedly. “I’ll show you to the guest quarters where you can freshen up a bit. Meanwhile I will prepare the frame of the harness for a fitting. How about we continue here in fifteen minutes?”

“Perfect!”

Not much later, Fleur found herself standing in front of David’s camera again. She was excited, and not just because of what she was about to experience right now. Erin had messaged her that Mistress Dominika hadn’t said ‘no’ to her chems request, but instead wished to see her later today for a ‘test’ to see if Fleur had what it takes for her to consider the deal. Of course Fleur hadn’t been able to even think of saying no to that, her eyes on the prize of a truly horizon-expanding session with the bad bitch dominatrix on chems. So she had already confirmed that she would be back at Erin’s club tonight, even though she hadn’t discussed anything with David.

She was now facing a dilemma: the test that Dominika had in store for her could have serious implications for the plans she had just made about harness number four. What if she’d return bruised and bleeding from Dominika? Chances were that David wouldn’t want to do the harness thing. She was willing to take that chance, though, and she had just informed David of the situation.

“Really?” he replied. “So they want you back there tonight already? That’s fast.”

Fleur agreed with him, but hoped he would understand. David wasn’t happy, but hoped he could still get Fleur to come back to him as soon as possible. It would be awful if this ‘thing’ ruined their plans.

“Do you think you could be back here the day after tomorrow?” he continued. “We just made plans.”

“I hope so,” Fleur replied. “I don’t really know what it is she wants me to do. She called it a ‘test’. Could be a lot of things. Would it be a problem for you if I had some cuts and bruises?”

“It depends,” he answered. “I was hoping your breasts would be the way they are now: no bleeding wounds, it just looks better that way when I document my session from start to finish, you know.”

Fleur nodded. She genuinely felt bad about this situation. “I promise you,” she said, “to let you know as soon as possible how my body is after Dominika has done her test tonight. If there’s any wounds, I will send you some pictures.”

David looked at her, but didn’t say anything. His mind was racing and his disappointment was visible on his face.

“If there are too many wounds, I promise you I will be back here for the harness shoot as soon as they are healed,” Fleur added. “The thing with Dominika is really important to me,” she added.

David sighed and agreed to Fleur’s proposal. “Okay, I really hope that you will be back here the day after tomorrow, I am really looking forward to this.”

“I am too,” Fleur stressed, “I hate that these things sometimes interfere with each other. I really want you to put your harness on me. With all bells and whistles. You can try everything you haven’t been able to try on Chloe on me now. If not this week, then next month. I promise.”

David couldn’t say no to her begging eyes. He saw her conflict and genuine disappointment in the situation, so he agreed to wait it out.

“Okay. Let’s just see how things go tonight. I will be here next month too. Let’s do the fitting anyway, so I know what adjustments I need to make, if any,” he said. “And so I didn’t take the harness off the mannequin for nothing.”

Fleur felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders when David agreed to her plan. She nodded and the two of them continued their work, fitting the metal torture harness while David made notes of small adjustments he would have to make before using the harness on Fleur with all his wind-up devices added in the mix.

Because the change of plans, the staying over at David’s would have to wait. Luckily, the Adlon Kempinski wasn’t a bad place to be for two more days.

After finishing up for the day with David, she said goodbye to her new friend and promised him again that she would be back very soon. Her mind had been absent all afternoon, though, occupied with one thing only: Mistress Dominika.