Logan
10-29-2002, 11:11 AM
The “Club” Part 3
Susan looked at Cindy and her grin split into laughter. After Susan got control of herself she walked over to the newly upholstered couch (meaning the now naked male) and stroked his body as she started to speak “I will explain the situation you find yourself in but when I am done you are going to have to make a decision, a life altering decision. As I mentioned before all of our clients or members however you would like to call them were invited into this very exclusive club.” Susan looked over at Natasha and told her to make sure that the untamed slave could not here their private conversation. Natasha nodded her head in approval and scouted from her seated position on his chest to that of his turned head so he had one ear pressed against the couch and the other was firmly covered by Natasha’s very toned and tanned ass. Susan once again concentrated her attention back to Cindy “you see that our club is different from others but also similar in the fact that we want to provide an enjoyable atmosphere for you and others like you to have a very fruitful workout. To give you a little history of the founding of our club it started with ten ladies who got to know each other through a battered woman’s group. The decided to not only take their life’s back but to change the roll’s in which they were currently in with their husbands. They decided to take control of their husbands not only mentally but also sexually and with a unanimous vote they also decided to let each other enjoy the pleasures of all the men. They took turns having their parties at each others house’s and during the night they would breakdown the men’s self worth by taking turns sitting on their faces and grinding their noses in either their vaginas or their assholes; which ever gave them the most pleasure. Then they started seeing how many women could stand on one male and which male could withstand the longest.” Susan was getting tired of standing so she picked up the phone and requested slave number H121 to be sent in right away. She then turned around and began her conversation with Cindy from where she left off. “ These women enjoyed their new freedom from their abusive husbands and wished that others could turn their lives around as they had. After several more months of thought they pooled their money together and bought into to a small health club and through personal invitations only they began to grow into a rather profitable business with clubs stretching across the United States and parts of Europe. Of course this didn’t happen over night it has take over fifteen years from the very first all woman’s health club to where we are today.” There was a nock on the door and entered a very handsome young male in his early twenties. He wore nothing except a tattoo on his right shoulder with the simple lettering and numbering that marked him as a slave of the club, the letter and number H121 clearly marked him to the members of the club that he was a trained slave for their personal use. Susan turned to him and told him that she needed a stool for her to rest on. H121 walked over to where Susan pointed and got down on his knees and bent his head back as if looking at something of importance on the ceiling. Meanwhile Susan hiked up her skirt revealing her satin underwear and sat squarely on her new furniture. She also placed her high heels on H121’s exposed thigh. After she adjusted herself a little she then looked back at Cindy and smiled “this world in which we have control is wonderful and Natasha has invited you to be a part of it. As someone did for her. We will continue to grow in this manner but the decision I spoke of earlier is really quite simple; you now have been exposed to our world and we cannot have you going off and ruining what we have worked so hard for. So therefore you have a choice you can become a member of the “Club” or be it’s servant. As a member you will pay us $5,000.00 a year for your membership dues and in addition your boyfriend must undergo training to become a useful tool for which we shall use him as we see fit. All our slaves must give us at least 20 hours of service a week and during the winter months those hours may increase. I will not kid you about those people who thought about going to the authorities to get out of the “Club”, these men and yes women met with a most long and drawn out death under each of the members feet and asses. It took us three days of non-stop abuse on the last person we had to expire from the membership list.” Susan stood up and slipped off her skirt and underwear then she smiled at H121 and pointed to Cindy and told him to rest his head under her ass. Then Susan walked over to Natasha and sat on her lap where the two of them shared a rather passionate kiss together, ignoring the male under Natasha’s ass altogether. Cindy didn’t know what to do here was a man willing resting his head on her chair looking up at her waiting for her to sit back down. Cindy hesitated a moment then she lowered herself gently onto H121’s face. Cindy wondered if she should have taken off her blue jeans before resting in his face. Susan smiled and said “congratulation’s you passed the test, you are now a member of the Club.”
Part 4 (Cindy’s further exploration of the “Club”)
Susan looked at Cindy and her grin split into laughter. After Susan got control of herself she walked over to the newly upholstered couch (meaning the now naked male) and stroked his body as she started to speak “I will explain the situation you find yourself in but when I am done you are going to have to make a decision, a life altering decision. As I mentioned before all of our clients or members however you would like to call them were invited into this very exclusive club.” Susan looked over at Natasha and told her to make sure that the untamed slave could not here their private conversation. Natasha nodded her head in approval and scouted from her seated position on his chest to that of his turned head so he had one ear pressed against the couch and the other was firmly covered by Natasha’s very toned and tanned ass. Susan once again concentrated her attention back to Cindy “you see that our club is different from others but also similar in the fact that we want to provide an enjoyable atmosphere for you and others like you to have a very fruitful workout. To give you a little history of the founding of our club it started with ten ladies who got to know each other through a battered woman’s group. The decided to not only take their life’s back but to change the roll’s in which they were currently in with their husbands. They decided to take control of their husbands not only mentally but also sexually and with a unanimous vote they also decided to let each other enjoy the pleasures of all the men. They took turns having their parties at each others house’s and during the night they would breakdown the men’s self worth by taking turns sitting on their faces and grinding their noses in either their vaginas or their assholes; which ever gave them the most pleasure. Then they started seeing how many women could stand on one male and which male could withstand the longest.” Susan was getting tired of standing so she picked up the phone and requested slave number H121 to be sent in right away. She then turned around and began her conversation with Cindy from where she left off. “ These women enjoyed their new freedom from their abusive husbands and wished that others could turn their lives around as they had. After several more months of thought they pooled their money together and bought into to a small health club and through personal invitations only they began to grow into a rather profitable business with clubs stretching across the United States and parts of Europe. Of course this didn’t happen over night it has take over fifteen years from the very first all woman’s health club to where we are today.” There was a nock on the door and entered a very handsome young male in his early twenties. He wore nothing except a tattoo on his right shoulder with the simple lettering and numbering that marked him as a slave of the club, the letter and number H121 clearly marked him to the members of the club that he was a trained slave for their personal use. Susan turned to him and told him that she needed a stool for her to rest on. H121 walked over to where Susan pointed and got down on his knees and bent his head back as if looking at something of importance on the ceiling. Meanwhile Susan hiked up her skirt revealing her satin underwear and sat squarely on her new furniture. She also placed her high heels on H121’s exposed thigh. After she adjusted herself a little she then looked back at Cindy and smiled “this world in which we have control is wonderful and Natasha has invited you to be a part of it. As someone did for her. We will continue to grow in this manner but the decision I spoke of earlier is really quite simple; you now have been exposed to our world and we cannot have you going off and ruining what we have worked so hard for. So therefore you have a choice you can become a member of the “Club” or be it’s servant. As a member you will pay us $5,000.00 a year for your membership dues and in addition your boyfriend must undergo training to become a useful tool for which we shall use him as we see fit. All our slaves must give us at least 20 hours of service a week and during the winter months those hours may increase. I will not kid you about those people who thought about going to the authorities to get out of the “Club”, these men and yes women met with a most long and drawn out death under each of the members feet and asses. It took us three days of non-stop abuse on the last person we had to expire from the membership list.” Susan stood up and slipped off her skirt and underwear then she smiled at H121 and pointed to Cindy and told him to rest his head under her ass. Then Susan walked over to Natasha and sat on her lap where the two of them shared a rather passionate kiss together, ignoring the male under Natasha’s ass altogether. Cindy didn’t know what to do here was a man willing resting his head on her chair looking up at her waiting for her to sit back down. Cindy hesitated a moment then she lowered herself gently onto H121’s face. Cindy wondered if she should have taken off her blue jeans before resting in his face. Susan smiled and said “congratulation’s you passed the test, you are now a member of the Club.”
Part 4 (Cindy’s further exploration of the “Club”)