Exclusive BDSM Club Secrets

SaM's Place

Chapter Three - Dinner and a Show

By The Technician

BDSM, Bondage, Whips, M/F

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Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM's very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM's Club.

The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own.

In Chapter Three, Evelyn begins her meal at this very special S&M club.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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As Evelyn seated herself at the table, the waitress moved to the opposite side of the table and sank down on one knee. Her hands were held out stiffly behind her as though someone were holding her wrists. Her head was deeply bowed as she spoke, "Number one-fifty-seven begs your mistress's permission to serve her this evening. The menu is displayed on the small monitor on your table. You may order by touching the screen where it says order or by speaking to your worthless servant. The other small box on the table is a judgement box. If by some accident of total grace you decide that I have pleased you, please press the green button labeled 'Acceptable.' If my actions are not worthy of your notice or appraisal, please press the black button labeled 'Ignore.' If I displease you in any way and you feel that I should be punished, please press the red button labeled, 'Not Acceptable.' Any slave who receives a total of five Not Acceptable ratings in an evening will be publicly punished for the entertainment of the masters and mistresses present. You may address me by my number, '157,' or by my slave name, 'Gloria,' or just as 'slave.' Do you wish something to drink while you browse the menu?"

Evelyn smiled at the waitress' groveling form and replied, "Yes dear, I will have a glass of white wine, slightly chilled. Make it something acceptable."

The waitress responded, "Please remember to rate your lowly servant's performance of her duties," and scurried off into the darkness of the surrounding club. Evelyn noted that the mechanism which held her had somehow released cable to allow the waitress to kneel before her, but had again tightened to travel along above her after she stood and turned to leave. She wondered if this was all computer controlled or if there were some master control board where someone watched every move the servers made and controlled their electronic leashes from afar.

She watched the waitress's ass cheeks twist and bounce as she walked toward the bar at the far side of the club, her stiletto high heels clicking against the floor with each step. As her naked form blurred in the distant dimness, Evelyn turned her attention to the small metal box with three buttons. Her fingers at first rested upon the green "Acceptable" button, but then moved quickly to the red "Not Acceptable." She paused a minute and sighed slightly. The waitress, after all, had done nothing wrong, and even though Evelyn could easily imagine herself punishing this docile slave, she felt that it was wrong to cause her to be punished for no reason. Her fingers moved to the black "Ignore," button. As she pushed it she whispered, "Oh, my dear Gloria, we will find reason for the red button before the night is over, won't we?"

Evelyn then turned her attention to the menu. It took only a moment to scan the listed items. She was not particularly adventurous when it came to food. She knew she would be ordering steak. The only question was what kind. It would have been very easy to press the "Order This" button on the screen. The instructions said that further options would be listed when she made her selection. In any other setting, she would have been tempted to see how this electronic ordering system worked, but there was no thrill in telling a machine what to do. A machine had no feelings. A machine could not hear the haughty iciness of superiority that only a mistress could convey to a slave. No, Evelyn would wait to give her order verbally to #157.

Gloria - 157 returned moments later with a tray holding a single glass of white wine. "Has mistress made a decision? Or do you desire that I leave your presence and return shortly?"

"I will have number eleven, rare, with the salad... Balsam vinegar dressing." As the waitress bowed deeply to her, Evelyn picked up her wine and took a sip. "I said slightly chilled, not COLD, you cow. Take this back and bring me wine at the proper temperature." As she spoke she dramatically punched the red "Not Acceptable" button.

The waitresses head flew upward, her eyes wide with fear. "I am sorry mistress. Your humble slave begs your forgiveness. Please allow me to try again to serve your properly." She quickly grabbed the glass from the table and holding the glass in one hand and the tray in the other clicked her way swiftly back to the bar.

Evelyn smiled as she again watched 157's ass cheeks twitch as she walked. "I wonder how those cheeks would twitch under the strap or a cane," she murmured to herself. Suddenly the image of the waitress tied down across a spanking bench came into her mind. She could see herself standing above the Gloria's bound form, a flogger in her hand, listening to the screams of pain. "Oh, I am going to need that wine by the time you gets back," she said softly.

157 returned moments later. Somehow the waitress managed not to click so loudly with her heels as she approached as when she left. Evelyn noted the difference in her walk. As she approached, she walked normally, or as normally as one could wearing 6" heels. But as she left, she had used a model's walk. Each foot was placed directly in line in front of her. This catwalk way of walking accented the curvature of the leg as well as exaggerated the sway of the hips. "Did you think I would not notice that you did not walk properly as you approached me?"

Gloria's eyes widened in fear. "I am sorry, mistress. I was hurrying with your wine."

Evelyn's hand hovered above the judgement box. As 157 set the wineglass on the table, she pressed the red "Not Acceptable" button. Her hand remained over the buttons as she picked up the wine and brought it too her lips. 157 watched in fear as Evelyn took a sip and then slowly moved her finger from the red to the green button. As she pressed the black "Ignore" button she said coldly, "At least you got the temperature of the wine right, my dear. See that you get my food order correct and I just might rate you as acceptable."

157 bowed slightly, turned and clicked her way into the darkness. Evelyn smiled a very cold smile as she again watched the twitching buttocks and listened to the click of heels on the hard floor. She then turned her attention to the floor show at the other end of the club. Except for the fact that the piano player was chained to his piano and was sitting on a very strange looking piano stool, and the fact that the singer was naked except for nipple weights and a crotch chain, it was a rather ordinary lounge act.

The singing wasn't exceptionally good, but it wasn't exceptionally bad. Evelyn looked a little more carefully at the piano player and noted that what appeared to be a strange looking piano stool was, in fact, a metal disk not much bigger than a dinner plate. A glint of metal as the piano player turned slightly brought another cold smile to Evelyn's face as she realized that there was a metal projection, perhaps a dildo, impaling the piano player's ass. She couldn't help thinking to herself, "I wonder if the stool goes with him when he takes a break? Or maybe, since he is chained to the piano, he is forced to remain there all night without a break."

Almost as if the club had read her mind, the stage on which the piano and singer were located began to rotate. As it revolved, the piano player and singer were replaced by five naked young women and a very highly muscled young man who was wearing a pair of very tight, black leather shorts. "For your entertainment," an unknown voice intoned over the speakers, "we present the whipping skills of Master Andrew and his stable."

With that the house lights dimmed except for a spotlight on Master Andrew. The young man cracked his whip into the air and yelled, "To your positions." The five naked young women ran into the spotlight. Each was holding two burning candles. They stood in a circle around Master Andrew and held their arms outstretched with the candles in the air at shoulder level. The whip cracked and a candle went out. Then, as Andrew spun and lashed out with his whip, - crack, crack, crack, crack - the candles were snapped out one by one... except one. The slave with the strawberry blond hair had flinched as the whip cracked and lowered the candle slightly.

The smattering of applause died away as Master Andrew gestured to the other slaves to move aside. His stare was icy and his voice was even colder as he addressed the quivering young girl, "You have disgraced me in public by your actions. Stand still and receive your punishment." The girl whimpered but remained standing with her arms held out wide, the candles still in her hands.

"But first let me complete my task," - crack - and the final candle extinguished. "You don't need those anymore, " crack, crack and the candles flew from the girls hands. "Turn and form the whipping cross."

"No, please," the young slave begged, but the response from Master Andrew was a slash of the whip that obviously curled around the girl and struck her on the ass cheek.

"Now," he said, but again she begged, "No, please, not in public, not here!"

"I said now!" and the whip snapped again around her. She bent slightly in pain and then slowly turned her back to him, spreading her legs and holding her arms outstretched and spread as though she were tied between two posts.

"For ruining my performance!" - crack, crack, the whip found its mark on the slaves ass cheeks causing her to jump slightly with each impact.

"For talking back to me!" - crack, crack and the girl yelped as the whip curled around her body and struck her breasts. This second yelp was much louder than the first as the tip of the lash evidently found its target and snapped directly upon her nipple.

"And finally for disobeying my order to assume the punishment position!" The whip cracked a final time. "Iiieeee," the girl screamed in pain and fell to the floor, her hands covering her cunt. "Stand, or the punishment will be repeated." The girl slowly got back to her feet. There was a smear of blood on her hands. The whip had snapped between her legs and cut into her in her most tender area.

"Let us see if you can keep from flinching this time. If you flinch this time, you might lose more than a little blood. Prepare her!."

Master Andrew's other slaves came scurrying back into the spotlight. Two held the first girl's hands out in a cross shape and began clipping wooden clothes pins onto the tips of her fingers. When they had placed four on each hand, a third slave clipped two on her nose - one between the eyes and one on the tip of the nose. Then pulling her tongue out of her mouth she placed two clothes pins on it. A fourth slave stepped forward. Whatever it was in her hands was silvery and glinted in the light. The girl grunted as the nipple clamps were set in place. The clamps had a protrusion which stuck out about two inches. From the tip of the protrusion hung a tiny silver bell. A final slave then stepped forward. She held something aloft for the audience to see. It looked like the nipple clamps but was much wider. It looked almost like a smaller version of one of those clips which is used to seal a bag of chips to keep it fresh. Reaching down between the girl's legs, the slave set the clip in place. The girl moaned loudly. She tried to say something, but the clothes pins on her tongue prevented speech.

"Display yourself," barked Master Andrew. The girl slowly turned around so everyone could see her clearly. It became apparent that the final clip was clamped firmly on her labia.

"Now stand perfectly still." There was a drum roll and the whip cracked four times. The clothes pins flew from her left hand. Four more cracks and the pins were gone from her right hand. Master Andrew moved slowly around the edge of the stage area. He drew back his whip and with a loud snap the pin between her eyes was gone. Another snap and the pin on

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