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Lucy surveyed the busy club, her periphery taking note of the number of people who were eyeing her body up and down. The knowledge sent a thrill to her core.
Lockwood had chosen her clothing for the evening just as he had the last few times they’d been there, but tonight’s outfit had so little fabric, it seemed almost pointless to wear it at all. A series of elaborate red strings wound across her body, her breasts surrounded but entirely uncovered and hanging free, her nipples already pebbled in anticipation of the evening. The bottoms were similar, the same red strings crossing her arse before sweeping down and next to her pussy and coming back up to outline the trimmed down curly hairs over her folds. All of her most private parts were bare, accented with the lingerie to draw everyone’s eyes to her nakedness. She shivered as a couple of the doms she and Lockwood had interacted with most stopped their conversation to appraise her, the two wearing matching expressions of lust.
“I was thinking we should warm up, but perhaps you already are?” Lockwood settled a warm hand on her hip bone, and Lucy leaned in towards him out of habit.
Lucy’s eyes flashed to his smirk trying to decide what warm up he could possibly have in mind. She had been looking forward to tonight for the last week and a half. When Lockwood had approached her to say he was ready to let other doms at the club touch and please her, and he was okay playing with another sub so she could watch, she could have orgasmed on the spot at just the thought. Merely imagining it had her plenty warmed up.
They had taken a great deal of time to discuss what they would or would not do, and Lockwood had taken it upon himself to talk with several of the doms who either worked at or frequented the club, checking that they had all been recently tested.
“Whatever you think, Sir.”
Lockwood’s smirk shifted to a more sincere smile. “I cannot express how much I love you, Luce. I think for tonight, a warm up is absolutely in order.”
Her heart beat faster as she followed Lockwood across the now-familiar club to a tiny stage where many of the doms liked to show off their submissives to others during play. Some of the doms who worked at the club, either as security or as trainers, sometimes demonstrated how to safely use various toys or enjoy different kinks. Lockwood held out his hand and helped her step up on it.
“Arms above your head and legs spread wide,” he ordered.
Lucy didn’t bother arguing with him. She had no desire to postpone his warm up for a punishment after disobeying. From above her, she felt Lockwood reach up and suddenly her wrists were bound by ropes that hung from the ceiling, holding her arms in place above her. She wanted desperately to rub her thighs together, but Lockwood was already bending down to her spread ankles, securing each so she was forced open by a spreader bar.
“What’s your color?”
“Green, Sir.” A few of the doms she saw around the club the most often had begun to gather around out of curiosity; the feeling of being on display for them, held in place and unable to move, was exhilarating and made her tremble with need.
Lockwood smiled warmly at the small crowd. “Friends, as you can see my submissive is in dire straits. She has no hands she can use to pleasure herself even though she is so needy. I have more planned for her this evening, but I’m not certain this pussy is wet enough. Could I have some volunteers inspect her further and advise me on the matter?”
Lucy inhaled sharply. She hadn’t realized he was going to allow it to start so quickly and it had her almost moaning at the thought of so many people touching her in front of everyone.
Two of the doms that she knew worked at the club stepped forward, Master Adam who had taken part in appraising her body the first time she and Lockwood had visited the club, and Mistress Athena who had complimented Lucy’s neediness two weeks prior.
Master Adam knelt in front of her and used his thumbs to part her folds, his gaze burning into her. Lucy flushed a deep crimson at his closeness, but all the same she nearly whimpered at how turned on she felt.
“While quite a gorgeous cunt, she is not nearly dripping, Master Lockwood.” Master Adam clucked his tongue in disappointment. “Mistress Athena? Your thoughts?”
The Mistress bent over and pressed a warm palm against the open folds, eliciting a low whimper from Lucy. “Not nearly what it should be. I don’t believe your submissive has been thoroughly warmed up.”
The two righted themselves to full height, and it took everything Lucy had not to whine for their return.
“Hm just as I thought. And that is a problem because I simply won’t have the energy to warm her up and use her for my own pleasure later. Perhaps I could have some help from our fellow club goers?”
Lucy bit at her lip to take the focus off how desperate she was to be touched and played with, the eyes of everyone around them studying her nudity.
A line formed at the edge of the stage as Lockwood knelt in front of Lucy and gently slid a finger into her. A dom she had seen around the club stepped up and around Lockwood to tweak and pull at one of her nipples. The touch was odd but not unwelcome, her body so used to Lockwood’s callused hands. Another dom she recognized as a woman called Mistress J stepped to the opposite side and did similarly with her other nipple, dipping down every so often to suck it into her mouth.
Lockwood stood suddenly and grinned, vanishing behind her as two other club members took his place. One pushed two fingers into her as the other dipped their head forward and licked forcefully against Lucy’s clit.
Lockwood’s voice was against her ear suddenly. “I think you need some more… elsewhere, wouldn’t you say so?
She shivered, hoping he meant what she thought. They’d begun experimenting with anal plugs to work her towards being comfortable taking his length as well. Despite being touched by four near-strangers at once, she homed in on the feel of Lockwood trailing down her legs and spreading her cheeks, bending her forward just enough. Moments later, he used a lubed finger to tease her open before a cool, slick plug pressed into her bit by bit until it settled fully inside her; Lucy gasped at the sudden fullness. Lockwood chuckled and began kissing her neck from behind.
Lucy moaned at the hands and mouths caressing and groping and teasing her. She watched the four doms in front of her, the sight of them pleasuring her almost sending her over.
“Fuck, sir…” she groaned. “Sir…”
“Getting close, my darling? Should I check you again?” Lockwood’s lips abandoned her neck as he stepped around. The two doms on their knees broke away from their task.
Lockwood swiped one finger through her folds and held it up for all to see the glistening wetness. “Better. Could be wetter, but well, we have other things to do, hm?”
And then the doms were gone, stepping down off the stage, and Lucy ached.
Lockwood undid the spreader bar first, and then her wrists, and led her away from the tiny stage towards a sex swing she had seen used several times, but one they had yet to try. It intrigued her more than she would admit because this one, unlike most swings, had two criss-crossing straps around the torso so the user could be flipped fully onto their stomach.
They paused just in front of it where Lockwood cocked his head in thought before demanding, “Strip.”
In her head, Lucy thought it seemed silly given they already had full access with the lingerie Lockwood had gotten her, but she did as he said and divested herself of the strappy outfit.
Lockwood helped her into the swing’s seat, fastening her in place with the straps around her ankles, wrists, and torso.
Master Adam and four other male doms, Masters Cliff, Asher, Evan, and Levi, had trailed behind them, making it clear these were the doms Lockwood had arranged to play with Lucy that night. Her entire body was tingling at the current situation.
The masters wore tight fitting pants and little else; Lockwood had started in his traditional suit and tie, but was in the process of shedding the tie and the shirt, remaining only in his trousers. Lucy hung, naked, legs spread eagle in front of her, arms dangling above her.
“What’s your color, my little subbie?” Lockwood smirked. He only ever called her sub or subbie at the club, knowing she got off on it, feeling like one of the other subs.
“Green, Sir.” It took every ounce of her not to wiggle in the swing for friction, but it was much too soon for her to receive a punishment.
Lockwood smirked and nodded. Lucy noticed that he was still holding his tie only just before he began tying it over her eyes.
Lucy sucked air in through her mouth in a moment of surprise, her hearing taking over to try to figure out what was happening around her.
But between the quiet music being played through the club and the sounds of moaning and screaming around her, it was difficult to tell who was doing what until a hand rested on her stomach and trailed its way up towards her breast. Another hand joined, this time landing directly on her nipple. Then a third hand fell on her inner thigh, and a fourth on her arse. Soon there were at least a dozen hands caressing and stroking over her body. Strangers’ hands no tweaked and teased her nipples and gently squeezed her breasts; they slid over her and in between her folds; others massaged her arse cheeks and occasionally tugged at the anal plug that still sat firmly in place.
Lucy’s body was humming all over, her moans falling one after the other until they turned into pleas.
“Sir…please…please…”
Lockwood’s voice was behind her. “What is it you want, subbie?”
“Need…need more…” she gasped, her back arching as one of the hands swirled a finger over her clit in just the perfect way.
Lockwood hummed in that way he always did when he was debating on whether he thought she was truly ready to climax.
“P-please, Sir…” she moaned as three fingers stretched her wide, a fourth finger rubbing at her clit. The hands on her nipples increased their efforts simultaneously, each pinched and pulled and twisted almost painfully as she writhed in the loud darkness. Suddenly the anal plug was pulled loose and away leaving her gasping in surprise. It was quickly replaced with two slick fingers that stroked and caressed the nerves, almost sending her over the edge.
Lockwood’s voice interrupted the surprise she felt at the new stimulation.
“Oh, my little slut, if only you could see how you look right now. Trussed up and hanging with no way to free yourself while a crowd of doms enjoy you for their own pleasure. Fingers shoved up your tight little arse and pussy. What, I wonder, must it feel like to know that not only are so many people touching your nakedness, but that there is an audience watching it all happen, turned on by the sight of you helpless and writhing…”
Lucy almost sobbed, overwhelmed by the sensations. “S-sir…?” She knew Lockwood would understand, would know she was asking for permission to finish.
“Yes, my filthy little girl. Come for me.”
She relaxed her entire body, getting lost in the pleasure, and keened, her legs shaking and heart pounding as the orgasm took over.
Lucy’s breathing was just recovering when she realized the hands were gone and the entire swing was being shifted.
She almost asked Lockwood what he was doing, but stopped herself at the last second, doubting any fun punishments would come of questioning him.
The swing’s movement stopped when she hung horizontal, stomach facing the floor.
“Now, my needy little whore, we’re going to play a game. You are going to guess which dick belongs to your Master.”
A thrill sped through her as she considered the possibilities.
“Open wide, subbie, and don’t forget to play nice,” Lockwood commanded.
Lucy’s jaw fell open and a thick, salty penis filled her mouth. She licked and sucked, but knew it was not Lockwood. Moments later, it was removed with a pop and Lockwood spoke again.
“Well, slut, was that me?”
“No, Sir,” she said confidently, a bratty smile on her face.
“I see you’re feeling rather full of yourself.”
“No, Sir, I was rather full of a random dom,” she smarted.
There was a moment of quiet and Lucy’s stomach dropped. She knew the look he was wearing now, and it meant she was in for it.
“Well, well. Let’s just see how much… fuller… we can make you then.”
“Wha-Sir? I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t…”
A lubricated anal plug, one larger than before, was unceremoniously pushed back inside her then. Before she had even finished calling out in surprise, someone else who was definitely thicker, though not longer than Lockwood, pushed themselves into her soaked pussy. Once again, she started to cry out in shock, but a wide dick was thrust into her mouth.
“It appears that you are even fuller than you were before, brat.”
Lucy wanted to writhe at the sensations, but found herself too held in place.
Lockwood’s voice, deeper now, ordered, “Suck, subbie.”
Lucy did as she was told and began to work the penis in her mouth, sucking downward before licking back up towards the tip. After a few minutes, it was removed just as the prior one.
“Well?”
It took her a moment to realize Lockwood was speaking to her; she was still focused on the feel of having someone thrusting into her while a plug was stuffed into her bottom.
“S-sorry, Sir. No, Sir, that was not you.”
“At least you sound humble this time. Let’s continue to make this more challenging, hm?”
“Sir?” Lucy squeaked.
Two warm hands reached underneath her and cupped each breast, rubbing and teasing the sensitive nipples.
“Now, another.”
Once more, her mouth was filled and she sucked and licked, trying to match up in her head the feel of the cock against her tongue and teeth with the familiarity of her dom. This time, however, she struggled, distracted by the pleasure she was feeling across her entire being.
“Your guess, slut?”
“N-no, Sir. Not you.”
Lockwood hummed. “Once more.”
Lucy couldn’t hold back the moan as two fingers began swirling her clit.
“Does that feel good, filthy cockslut?”
“Yes…yes, Sir…” Her voice came out in staccato gasps, the pleasure stealing her breath.
“Excellent. Let’s continue, hm?”
Again, she pleasured another cock with just her mouth, but this time she fought to keep her rhythm. Just as she thought she had won it back, desperately trying to forget about the hands massaging her breasts, the fingers stroking and teasing her clit, and the fullness in her pussy and arse, Lockwood spoke from somewhere near her upper half.
“What do you all think, hm? How does my whore feel?”
From all around her, doms began speaking.
“Her tits are a lovely handful. I particularly enjoyed watching them redden when I pulled on those gorgeous nipples.”
Another, also from somewhere near her face, chimed in, “I am hoping to see that tight arse redden as well. I would love to take a paddle to it, Master Lockwood, if you are so amenable.”
“Oh, I believe that could be arranged.”
Lucy moaned around the thickness in her mouth.
“Don’t forget your job, subbie.”
She closed her lips around the dom and worked to pleasure him, all while trying to focus on whether it was or was not her own dom.
A third dom to her side took his turn. “I would absolutely love to take her to The Pedestal and strap her legs open, let everyone in the club appreciate this tight pussy, maybe let them take turns filling her up with their fingers until she squirts her juices everywhere.”
Lucy’s sucking almost halted entirely at the image of what was essentially a chair which could be raised up so a person’s privates were at eye height of every club member. The idea of being on display and made to come by anyone and everyone, in tandem with so much stimulation, nearly made her orgasm.
Her mouth was empty suddenly, a consequence of having stopped her ministrations, and Lockwood was asking her for her guess.
Had it been Lockwood? She tried to recall the feel and taste, but there had been so much going on… It had felt familiar. Same thickness. Same length. Maybe the same taste?
“I… yes, Sir. It was you.”
The hands fell from her breasts and clit and the thrusting into her core ended as the person pulled out of her.
The tie was lifted from her eyes so she could see that the dom standing in front of her was…
Master Adam.
Oh, shit. Lucy’s eyes widened.
“Oh, my dirty girl. My filthy little slut. You lost the game.”
Lucy craned her neck to turn towards Lockwood, her body still tingling from the loss of bliss she had felt moments before.
“I suppose that means you must be punished.”