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She listened for the little chuckle on the other end of the phone, knowing that Diane had a lover in bed with her right then. It was part of the joy of calling her at this hour; she could have a little vicarious thrill thinking of the two women making love right now.
Feeling a little light-headed and achy, Leslie pulled herself off the safety of the bar stool and made her way to the toilet. Three cokes had gone through her and she had to pee. The bathroom was a little eerie; the yellow light made it glow with a strange light, but from what she could see, the place was spotless. There were five stalls, one locked; and Leslie could hear the sound of two women inside. It seemed a little ridiculous when every imaginable kind of behavior was allowed out in the club, why would two women hide themselves in a bathroom stall? Fantasy is a strange thing.
There was a small crack in the stall from where Leslie could see the two woman groping each other in a typical moment of lesbian passion. When one dropped to the floor, and began to suck her lover’s cunt, Leslie chose a stall at the other end of the bathroom and did her business.
Then returning to the outer rooms, Leslie took stock of the situation, and seeing Leta standing by the door to one room, she ambled slowly to her side, and smiled when the woman turned her way.
“Jane has Dagne on the pillory,” Leta explained the scene simply.
Looking inside the room, it took some seconds to get used to the darkness that surrounded the two women in the center. Standing on a raised platform was a leather-clad woman who indeed looked far more like a Dom than her submissive pose would suggest. She was locked into an apparatus, her hands and head in stocks, her bottom thrust out lewdly, her legs spread wide. Jane held a dildo in her hand, in the process of greasing it with some slick cream. At just the right angle it gleamed in the strange light that shone from a dim bulb in one corner.
“Getting too bitchy for your own good, we’ll put you in your place, whore,” Jane seethed at her quietly. She wasn’t performing, even though there was an audience of nearly twenty scattered around the room and in two doorways. This seemed as if it were something personal between the two.
Jane smacked her hand hard against Dagne’s ass cheek, then again against the other one. Then she pried the submissive’s ass wide, exposing her anus. From where Leslie stood she couldn’t see it all clearly, but there was enough of a view to keep her happy. She watched as Jane pressed the enormous dildo against Dagne’s ass. Of course, she could only assume it was her ass. Jane was a whole lot more careful than she would have been if it had been a cunt she was violating.
Once making the initial penetration, Leslie watched as Jane shoved the dildo deeper still, her powerful arm pushing it forcefully, all to the tune of Dagne’s plaintive protests. The grunts were deep, but she wasn’t screaming; and somehow Leslie didn’t think she would. This may be punishment well earned, some revenge on the pecking order of this place, but it was consensual.
“You like this in you, don’t you?” Jane tersely accused, as she moved the dildo in and out of the stretched channel.
“My god pleeese,” Dagne gasped, the expression on her face: sheer agony.
“You want it harder, don’t you?”
“No!” Dagne mounted a vibrant challenge.
It wasn’t Dagne’s to control this one. Jane prodded the woman’s rear with a force that scared Leslie, but that didn’t seem at all unusual to the crowd of watchers. When she was finally finished with the rape, Jane reached for straps that she used to tie the dildo inside the woman’s ass. She worked carefully, with expert attention to the details of the knots she tied. Leslie was instantly reminded of the knots on Felicia’s bonds, and Robin’s assertion that it took an expert to craft those so easily.
Once the dildo was fixed in Dagne’s ass, Jane stood back for a moment, then attached a set of clamps to the woman’s dangling breasts. With a chain between the two, all Jane had to do was pull on it to have the woman crying out in pain, writhing nastily—a circumstance that would only make her agony worse. Getting away from the torture became impossible: so why would a submissive think that moving would help the pain? Maybe it was all unconscious, Leslie wondered to herself.
When Jane pulled a strap from the wall, Leslie jumped back horrified.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Leta, whispered in her ear, noticing the pained expression on Leslie’s face.
“But …”
“Just watch,” Leta told her.
A comforting hand rested on Leslie’s back. Leta’s. The unexpected affection stunned her for a moment, then Leslie snuggled into the warmth that began to move through her body.
The punishment strap was two feet long, three inches wide, with a heavy handle that seemed perfectly suited to Jane’s broad hands and powerful arms. She started in on Dagne’s butt, with a series of soft snaps. It landed with a sharp smacking sound, and produced a blush on the surface of the woman’s skin. It wasn’t easy to see the color since it was dark, but Leslie could imagine that before long, Dagne’s ass and thighs, her flanks and everywhere Jane peppered the nasty strap would be a wild shade of crimson.
As she proceeded, Jane’s smacks became harder, and the efficient Domme settled into a steady even tempo, one that Dagne could count on, one in which a submissive might find some sexual arousal. It started that way, with Dagne beginning to grunt and groan as if her loins were burning, the pain beginning to create an edge to shoot for. But Jane was not about to let her have her way so easily. Changing tempos, starting and stopping, she kept the woman in suspended sexual agony, unable to know what
was coming next,
During one brief pause, Jane dropped the strap to her side and gently petted the woman’s thighs. She whispered something into Dagne’s ear, some ‘sweet nothings’ that made her shrink away in fear—as much as she could, considering the stringent bondage.
Because Jane wanted her ass higher and tighter, the ankle straps were removed and a box was shoved under her feet. Dagne stood now with her ass end higher than her head and shoulders. Her legs were tied together at the ankles so she couldn’t move them. The dildo remained in her ass, making the position look incredibly uncomfortable to Leslie’s watchful eyes.
Appraising her submissive’s pose and finding it to her liking, Jane took the strap in hand and let it fly nastily, stroke after stroke landing on Dagne’s ass cheeks, until she was crying and in such agony that Leslie feared she’d pass out. Jane stopped at that very moment when the breathless room finally seemed to change sides in this battle of women, when the audience wanted an end to the vicious punishment, or at least a necessary pause.
It was only a pause, however; Jane was hardly finished. She taunted her submissive with a dozen nasty gestures, pulling on the nipple clamps, tugging on Dagne’s mane of red dyed hair, and smacking her with her hand.
Then taking a thin cane that was hanging on the wall, Jane swished the nasty implement through the air. It hissed, striking Dagne’s bottom at the center of her ass cheeks.
Dagne’s howl filled the air.
The room collectively cringed.
