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Thank god it was a private club. A private place for proper pleasure.
Tucked in the back of the business district in town, only those with the time, the money, and the inclination knew about Bertie’s. Even the name wasn’t a strong draw unless someone knew exactly what happened behind the closed doors.
An itch I’d felt all day crept higher up my spine. Antsy and impatient, I needed satisfaction. Soon. All day I had been falling apart at the seams. We’d closed a long-awaited case after my three bosses spent weeks breathing down my neck. We were done, we’d hit a home run, won big, and they made me go out to the most useless happy hour of my life where we still discussed work. They were killing me. All I wanted was one night free of work, of files and orders and pen smudges on my chin. Tonight, I was willing to get anything I could.
I flashed the bracelet to security before scanning the metal portion—-neatly tucked into the watch’s face—-against their machine. The light around the small camera flashed green, marking me in an unflattering light. A little haggard, a lot tired, and a note of desperation in the corners of my turned-down lips.
The door to the side opened; I was already on the move after murmuring my thanks to security. We saw each other but privacy was still the idea here. The official front room’s theme softened on my way down the hall. Black tile turned checkered with white. Red lights lined the wall and flashed in my presence as I picked my preferred gender door.
A locker room welcomed me. A few nods, too, from other club-goers preparing to change clothes or wash up. I heard the showers going and considered taking the time. It had been a long day. Didn’t I want to spoil myself?
Not right now, I decided, not in this way. I nodded to a few vaguely familiar faces before grabbing the nearest iPad where I signed up for a session. All I had to do was scan my bracelet, confirm by facial ID, confirm my preferences had not changed in the two years I had been coming here, and request the soonest session once I was out of the locker room.
Gone went the professional garb and the required stiff shoes and everything I wore in order to look presentable for a job I could probably do online. A robot would eventually do my job, I supposed, as everything went away and I pulled out the small garments from my bag- black leather and red silk. When I had my favorite on me, a silver chain sitting neatly at my throat with a chill, I could feel my body beginning to relax bit by bit. It was already working, being here at Bertie’s.
I checked my face in the mirror, ran wet hands through my hand, and then scanned my bracelet a third time to make it out onto the public floor.
Low lights with the occasional spotlight, red and purple and black. I saw sparkles on the ground and heard the heavy thrumming music entering my bloodstream. My gaze lingered on the ground, following my steps and avoiding those enjoying the various seats and cushions. I didn’t want to get too distracted too soon, knowing everyone was thick in the mode of pleasuring themselves and each other.
There was already a show on the small corner stage. I saw a bar hanging from the ceiling, a woman bound while pleasuring a man. Both were blindfolded, their lusty groans making my heart skip a beat. I swallowed and turned back toward the bar. Most of the seats were open. No one wanted to be too far away where they couldn’t see well. I enjoyed myself a small drink, nearly done by the time someone came up to me with an old Blackberry.
“TR, session 120 for tonight?” They said in greeting.
My initials and my sign up number for the day. Nodding, I eyed their harness and wondered if the same would look good on me. Were those handcuffs tied on at the nape of the neck?
They had questions themselves. Routine ones, of course, that I answered. I’d been on stage five times before so I had some familiarity here and was comfortable in front of the crowd. Yes, none of my preferences had changed. Yes, I could get off on shame, voyeurism, and a few other treats. But no, I hadn’t had time to shower in the locker rooms and hadn’t done any enemas since last week.
My first clue into what to expect.
The pulsing in the room seemed to grow, my senses heightening. I drained my drink and watched the performers shakily remove themselves from the stage. One went behind the curtain with two stage managers while the other hastened down to the floor—-they dropped their head into someone’s lap and looked ready to pleasure someone by the looks of it, their head bopping up and down with enthusiasm.
Now, I could go behind the curtain. My drink was paid for and I moved through the crowd to reach the side entrance. Eyes touched on me as I went. I wondered what they saw. What they thought.
Heat grew within me, my insides teasing me with eagerness. I swallowed hard before letting out a low breath. I was ready. Whatever they wanted to do, I would enjoy myself. I needed this. My body needed this. A little time, a little attention. fındıkzade escort Or a lot. If they wanted me through dawn, I could do that too.
“Tay-Tay, good evening,” purred a familiar voice. Lady Tea stroked her twirly mustache as she eyed me with a smirk. Of my five sessions on stage, she’d been there for three. She was more creative than I would ever be, and I found my heartbeat picking up again. “I’m glad to see you’re back. But baby, you look tired.”
“I am,” I admitted. “I’m hoping you’ll take the reins tonight.”
“Don’t worry a thing.” She rested her large, reassuring hands on my bare shoulders. She rubbed me warm before trailing down my hands to hold them for a minute. “All you have to do is stand there and look pretty. What are the safety words?”
My eyes followed her hands. Long red painted nails with fishnets on them. “Green is go. Yellow is take it easy. Red is too far. Three fingers up is red. Two fingers up is yellow. One finger is go.” Her hands grasped thick cuffs she bound around my forearms. Then she added a thin chain through my collar, now holding me in place with three chains in all—-I felt wet between my legs even with trepidation.
“Good job, baby,” Lady Tea purred.
Three bells rang out on stage and the lights flickered. It was showtime.
“Let’s go.”
Lady Tea led and I followed. My movements were slow but sure as she led me into the light. I blinked, my eyes watering over the strain, but it didn’t last long. My nerves got the better of me like they often did. Lady Tea did her introduction without me paying any attention until she tugged on my lead.
“And this, is our filthy little Tay-Tay,” she announced. “Tay-Tay may look clean on the outside but are they clean on the inside?”
“No!”
Crowd work was going to be part of this, then. Lady Tea cheered. “Tay-Tay sure isn’t! It’s time to get to work, everyone. I’d use your tongues but Tay-Tay doesn’t deserve a treat just yet. Just look at them. Filthy little thing. You should be ashamed of yourself. Are you ashamed of yourself, Tay-Tay?”
My heartbeat battered against my ribs as I nodded. I started to look toward the crowd but Lady Tea grabbed me by the chin to look at her again.
“Then get to that table, you dirty doll. We’re going to clean you up and punish you like the piece of dirt you are. Move it.”
Cheers echoed in my ear as I obeyed Lady Tea, breathing in deep as I was led before a table. I started to move to face the crowd, thinking I would lay down on it. But I was wrong. Lady Tea ordered me about, demanding short movements from me. She swatted me at the chains when I did something wrong or didn’t move fast enough. Or if the crowd wanted more, she gave it to them. Small stings swiped at my limbs as I brought my hips to the table and had my ankles loosely bound to the legs. They were spread out a little and I felt a little bit of air. I was wearing a skirt and a thong tonight. Hoping they would satisfy the crowd, I followed Lady Tea in laying facedown on the table. The cuffs dangling on my wrists were tied to the other legs.
Hunched over the table, I tried to put myself at ease. But I hardly had a minute to get comfortable as I listened to Lady Tea move around to the front of the stage, closer to my backside. I couldn’t see anything but the brightly lit sign hanging on the wall for the crowd.
“It’s a good thing I came prepared for today’s appointment. I’d hate to caught empty-handed on a night like this one.” She must have made some suggestive movements as the crowd hooted and cheered. “Fortunately, I’ve got my assistants at the ready. Dirty Tay-Tay is going to get a proper scrubbing. Who doesn’t like a public enema?”
My body stiffened. I’d realized what they’d said by the bar but I hadn’t realized it might lead to this. Anal was one thing, but an enema? That was the awkward, disgusting preparation for pleasure. It was bathroom business. I’d done it around two partners or so but never in front of an audience. That couldn’t be what anyone wanted to see—-even if I could hear cheering.
Lady Tea put a hand on my bare back. “Where are you at?” She rubbed me calmly and confidently, her fingertips slipping under my skirt to tease my ass. Unable to help myself, I wiggled in the hopes of some pleasure. “Tay-Tay?”
“Green,” I said before I could think this through.
“Whoo!” Her hands moved to pull my skirt up, revealing my cheeks to the crowd. The air was cool and damp. My eyes closed as I tried to school my breathing. It didn’t help as Lady Tea rubbed my ass some more—-an expert she was, plumping and teasing and pinching until I was trying to hump the table. “Let’s see what we’re working with!” She tugged down the thong far enough back that it snapped against my upper thighs. “What a cute rosebud! I can’t wait to see it bloom tonight. Don’t worry, babes, you’ll all have a chance at a close up later.”
My hands grasped the edge of the table as I began trying to guess everything they might aksaray escort have in store for me. I got turned on by shame well enough. Public humiliation? This might be new. But the fast breathing and lightheadedness told me to give it a try.
“Looks like Tay-Tay can do something right!” Lady Tea moved back a step. I could see another shadow of a figure on stage, along with a small table. Supplies. I closed my eyes, telling myself to try and get lost in the moment. “Good baby, sitting there so still. Don’t move as I prick you!”
Hollers sounded as hands landed on my ass. Wet hands with a little lube. They were soft exploratory touches. I winced inwardly when I felt a damp towel but let it slide from the back of my hips through my ass crack until Lady Tea brushed it purposefully against my pubic bone for a light tease. Then the hands were back on my ass and I tried to relax as I felt the enema’s tip at my entrance. It was warm and small, sliding in with ease.
At least that was the easy part.
“How much can we put inside our dirty, dirty Tay-Tay?” Lady Tea cried out. I could hear the plastic squeak of a water container before something slipped through into my asshole. “Just a little?”
“No!”
“A lot?”
“Yes!”
“How much?”
“A lot!”
Every time the crowd responded, another squirt went in. I felt the water immediately, and when she paused, I fought the instinct to fight this. My eyes squeezed tightly shut as I felt my insides begin to expand with the water mixture. I’d done these before and could handle them. Except I’d never done them with Lady Tea and she went until I was struggling with the cramping.
“Aw, is someone struggling with their enema?” Lady Tea pouted when she finally stopped. A hand patted my ass and made me jump. “That was hardly anything. You keep wiggling and we’ll have to do this a second time! You can’t do anything right, can you, Tay-Tay? You like making mistakes. You like being punished. Stop disrespecting me already and take your medicine! Are you ready for release?”
I nodded desperately, unable to think about anything else. There was an edge to this that I could feel under my skin. It clawed at me until Lady Tea adjusted things. She pushed my shoulders down so I moved more into a squat. Room was given to my hands as I clung to the table, bent my knees, and let the enema do its work.
“Look at all that!” Lady Tea howled as her bag filled up with liquids. I could hear it. I hated the sound but kept myself attuned to my torturer, craving her every word. “You’re disgusting! You just showed your insides to all these strangers? I asked you for one simple thing and all you’ve done is complain. Absolutely dirty, Tay-Tay. What am I going to do with you?”
She slid the tube out for only a second before something else slipped back inside. This one was bigger. I felt a small sting, jumping at the pinch.
“Don’t you start complaining now,” she ordered dramatically. “You asked for a good time tonight and I can’t give that to until we’ve cleaned you up. I can usually wrap this part with one enema but I think you need a second. Wouldn’t our friends agree?”
“Yes!”
“Well?” Lady Tea leaned in closer.
There was sweat on my brow. I could lick it off my lips as well. Clinging to the table, having also straightening up, I exhaled and nodded. “Green,” I whispered.
She chuckled low. “No, no. Louder, dear. I can’t have them thinking I’m lying to them. Tell us how you’re feeling, Tay-Tay!”
“Green!” I cried out.
Laughter and applause rang out. There came that familiar sound and then that feeling—-saline. I stiffened and clung to the table, feeling my insides expand. More water once again. Lady Tea taunted me and shamed me that I was so weak and couldn’t even stand on my own. The audience ate it up eagerly. My face burned even as I felt the mesh material of my top rubbing against the table, my nipples growing more sensitive every minute.
“Let her go! Stop wasting our time!” Lady Tea shouted and I tried squatting again. My muscles burned with the pressure. The crowd cried out and clapped. “Stop going so slow,” Lady Tea demanded. “Isn’t there anything more in you? Don’t make me do this a third time. Your insides better be pristine!”
At last she let me back up. My legs were unsteady but I rested more heavily on the table this time. The enema tray was pushed back all but for a damp towel that traced down my back to my ass. She circled my cheeks lazily. The audience ate it up. I enjoyed the ministrations as she wiped me down carefully, even trailing a dry towel down my legs to make sure I was clean. She remembered my weak points on my thighs and circled them before straightening up.
“Who thinks Tay-Tay is clean now?” Lady Tea cried out. There was a smattering of responses. Dread touched me at the thought of a third enema. Hadn’t they seen enough of my bowels?
But as I shifted on the table, there was no denying my responses. My nipples were terrible tender eyüp escort and there was a gentle pulsing growing between my legs.
I tried wiggling on the table, pressing against the edge to see if I could satiate some of that itch. But Lady Tea must have been watching. She laid a heavy hand on my shoulders and laughed. “Not yet, Tay-Tay. Patience! Tonight is about us, not you. You don’t need to be so self-centered. Hmmm. Maybe I should do a quick check myself to see if Tay-Tay is clean?”
“Yes!”
“Or does someone else want to help?”
My body tensed in anticipation. Several people volunteered themselves or another. A few submissive were here as I heard pets were offered up. Eventually, though, once she had built up enough anticipation, Lady Tea decided she would do it herself because I hadn’t earned an award yet.
Yet. I clung to that, craving it and needing it. I would earn an award. I could broker deals, write hundreds of pages in contracts, and so I could definitely behave on stage. Tonight required an award and I’d do anything for it.
Keeping this in mind, I wiggled my ass pertly when she announced she had the lube out. Everyone loved it and cheered me on.
A thick dollop bounced onto my backside at the top of my crack. One finger swept through it, trailing it through my cheeks. I felt every movement as she came back up to my hole before wiggling her way in. I exhaled through the feeling. My hips relaxed.
Gentle but firm, Lady Tea pushed in further until I felt her palm against my bare skin. Then she said, “And there we have it, friends! Now, let’s do a careful inspection.” Her thick finger stole up space inside me. The pressure wasn’t that foreign. I tried to resist the inclination to squeeze but I don’t think I managed to avoid that. This strange and pleasurable sensation only grew, stretching through my insides. It made my other holes feel empty. My mouth watered and I gripped the table to try not to wiggle.
From the way the crowd chuckled and laughed, it sounded like she was posing or something. I tried to look back to see what she was doing, but she swatted me. “This isn’t about you,” she scolded. “Stop trying to garner attention. We want your ass. Not your face! Not yet, at least.” More laughter. “And what a roomy ass Tay-Tay has! I bet I could even fit two fingers in. What do you say?”
“More!”
I found myself pushing my ass out a little bit more. We didn’t get additional lube this time. Lady Tea teased me as she pushed her finger already inside me around as though to stretch out my walls. It wasn’t long before she was slipping another finger inside. It would be her left hand, I knew, since her fancy nails were on the right. She was ready for occasions like these. I’d see her fit her whole fist inside a few people. That thought, tied with her second finger sliding into my ass, made me wet.
Wetter. I felt something damp start to trail down the inside of my leg. Something told me it wasn’t lube. I tried not to think about it with two fingers in my ass. The fullness feeling spread through me from my thighs to my chest. I pressed my temple against the table, overwhelmed with the sensations.
“What, is this too much for you? Are you a one-finger fan, Tay-Tay?” Lady Tea mocked. “Straighten up and show off this ass to everyone! You’re on stage and I won’t let you insult me like this. Fix those legs!”
Hunched up, legs straight and arms still tied to the other side of the table, I breathed in deeply as my ass felt full. The audience cheered. I had done something right. I exhaled in satisfaction. I felt her fingers wiggle before she nudged me back down.
“Now that we are done with that, we need to prep our pretty little toy,” she announced. Someone else arrived on stage. There was cheering but I couldn’t make sense of what was going to happen next until the fingers were gone. Something chilled arrived in their place. I jumped.
This was a big one. She circled it over my skin and I could tell this was going to hurt. My heart thudded against my ribs. I tried to relax but feeling the pressure at my hole left me hesitant. She pushed in slowly. It didn’t help the pain. I let out a squeal and immediately regretted it. As she tutted, a cold glass plug slid into my asshole.
It felt like it was the size of a fist. How big was this? She hadn’t let me see the toy. And yet I had gotten it in. I reminded myself of that. And it wasn’t falling out. But would I be able to get used to this? It was tapped once it was in, the wiggling feeling sending tendrils of excitement through my body. “Now that we’re done there… what shall we do?”
“More!”
“Play time!”
“Give us a blowjob!”
Lady Tea moved back only for the stage floor to begin to spin. It was slow, painfully slow. But it got the audience loud. The tension just kept mounting. I thought I heard someone climax somewhere nearby.
Two men walked out in loincloths. I barely had the chance to admire their glistening bodies before I felt something sharp hit my thighs. My body jerked and my skin smarted. I glanced back to see Lady Tea waving at me with a whip.
“You have some work to make up for this evening before you get to have any fun. I want you to lay here and think about what you’ve done. No treats for you now.” The audience booed. “Let’s see what other entertainment we have available tonight, shall we?”
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