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FEMDOM DIRTY BOY NIGHT
The BDSM Club President and Head Mistress, with her red riding crop and her subby slave crawling on his hands and knees behind her, stepped up to the podium and addressed the members gathered before her: “Good evening everyone. I want to thank all of our members for being here tonight. I would also like to recognize our invited guests at our visitor’s table as well. And quite a turnout I see. I like it!Now that I have collected your non-disclosure agreements you may feel free to join in wherever you would like, or just observe. Your choice. And if you like what you see tonight, please pick up a membership packet at the sign-in table before you leave. Don’t forget, you will need a sponsoring member to complete your petition.
Alright, as you know, tonight is FEMDOM DIRTY BOY night and I see many of you have dressed the part. Bravo ladies! And I hope you all have brought your naughtiest subby with you for tonight’s session. Because tonight is going to get messy for sure. Now, just a few business items before we start. Be sure you’re signed in and your subby is wearing his number tag somewhere on his body. Magic marker is okay too. And for you subby’s, tonight’s safe word is Dildo. If at any time you’re unable to speak, three taps with the hand or foot has the same meaning. As always, safety comes first. However, should you elect to use it, your Mistress will be notified and have the option to give you a punishment or not. Her choice.
“As usual, we have a fifty-fifty raffle tonight to tip our terrific wait staff. See Ms. Boobalicious at the bar to get your tickets,” she said gesturing to the back
The busty redhead behind the bar smiled and waved, as she bent and swung her hooters to and fro.
“Also, we have two new adjustable tables to play with tonight, courtesy of Ecstasy Massage. They can be adjusted for height and body angle to accommodate all of tonight’s subbies and activities. And they have hand, leg and body restraints, including a forehead strap to keep the subby’s head in place while they’re doing their assigned task. As always, all equipment has been sterilized to hospital standards. I would also like to recognize the four StudMuffins from Fitness Planet who have been invited to join us for tonight’s activities. All have been tested and verified suitable by our tyrant RN and club member NurseRachet. They are the Hunks circulating the room in the grass skirts and will be gathered at the FuckingStation once we start. Get a business card from the front table if you would like some guided fitness training at the Club. You’ll find they are all experienced Cocksmen and here for your pleasure. So be sure to experience one, or all, before the night is over.”
“And now, would Mistress Claire please come to the front with your Ass Cleaner? Miss Claire has been voted Mistress of the Month and will help us with the Station assignments tonight.”
Mistress Claire made her way to the front of the crowd, her AssCleaner leashed and on his knees following behind her. Knowing he is a familiar figure in local youth sports, Miss Claire had chosen a rubber hood, open only at the nose and mouth, in order to conceal his identity. A rubber armband clung to his bicep hiding his only identifiable tattoo. Looking out over those gathered before her, she could see others, including several mistresses, had taken similar steps with decorative masks and body paint. On the other hand, Miss Claire did not conceal anything about her luscious rubber clad body. She wore thigh high shiny rubber boots that clung to her shapely legs, a short rubber miniskirt with a tiny rubber thong beneath, and a rubber platform bra exposing her rouged nipples.
“Hello everyone. Good to see you all again,” Mistress Claire said facing the crowd, while her subby knelt behind her with his face between her cheeks.
The President took the mike again. “Let’s get started then. I’ll announce the Station and Miss Claire will draw a number for the servant to perform the duties of that Station. But before that, as always, I have given tonight’s Mistress of the Month first choice of Station assignments for her subby. He is her Ass Cleaner and she calls him Bubby. And appropriately, Bubby will be at the AssCleaning Station tonight. That will be Station
. And being a newby to the club, all women are encouraged to participate in order to facilitate subby Bubby’s (giggle) training. As a reminder, the restrooms are in the hallway at the end of the bar, should you decide to uh…prepare yourself for your cleaning,” she said with a smirk. “Okay, now the first drawing will be for the infamous FartBox at Station
. And remember, it’s the escort bursa Fart box, not the Shit box. While we understand accidents will happen, please try to exercise some control, for cleanup purposes. There will be a Fart Inflation Bulb at the Station, and if you missed it, there is a delicious bean salad at the buffet.”
She turned and smacked her slave’s naked ass with her riding crop, leaving a telltale red splotch.
“Miss Claire?”
Miss Claire reached into the bowl. “And the servant is…number 2. How appropriate,” she laughed.
“Right here,” Mistress RosePucker said, raising her hand. “My sub will be honored to sniff your stinky gas,” she said as she tugged the chain attached to her sub’s collar. “Won’t you ShitNose?”
Looking up at his mistress for permission to speak and getting the nod, he told everyone, “Yes. I will be honored to sniff your stinky gas tonight.”
“Good boy,” Mistress RosePucker said, patting her slave’s head.
“And don’t forget the mouth tape Miss Pucker. It’s nose breathing only in the box,” added the President.
“Got it,” Mistress RosePucker replied.
“Well Sissy, you missed out on your favorite tonight,” Mistress BrownEye whispered into her slave’s ear. “No lying around smelling nasty farts and getting the occasional spreckle spray facial for you tonight. I know how much you love that brown sauce. Maybe I can give you a drizzly treat when we get home tonight. Would you like that my little Dirty Boy?” she asked while gently tugging the chain connecting the clover clamps on his nipples as he knelt beside her.
Getting the nod, “Yes Mistress. I’d like to taste your brown sauce tonight,” he answered stiffly after a another tug on his nipples.
“Good. I had some cheese at the appetizer table earlier. Yum. And you know what does to me Sissy.”
The president struck her subby on the ass with her crop once again to get everyone’s attention.
“Okay. Tonight Station 3 will be the GoldenShower stool. Remember, a locking O ring gag is one of the required accoutrements at this station. So, any time you need to relieve yourself tonight ladies, Station
has the seat and the receptacle. Paper is optional. Our servant is required to perform cleanup duty as well. With his tongue of course. And don’t forget tonight’s hostess in charge, Miss CrustyCrack, is providing us free Sangria at the beverage table tonight. Or you can run a tab at the bar if that’s not for you. Oh, I almost forgot. After last month’s suggestion from Mistress RainFall, we have reoriented the seat on the PissBox Queening Chair so you will face away from the servant’s feet, all the better to spray the occupant’s face. Thank you Miss Rainfall.” This drew a round of applause from the members.
“Drum roll please. And tonight’s PissDrinker is…”
“Number 10,” Miss Claire called out.
“Perfect!” shouted Mistress Sprinkle. “There you are slave boy. You won’t go thirsty tonight.” Laughter broke out around the room.
Across the way, Miss BrownEye whispered into her slave’s ear once more: “And again you missed out my little Sissy boy. You won’t be slurping piss from a sloppy cunt tonight until we get home. You’ll just have to imagine all those delicious wet cooters dousing your face with their dark stinky asparagus pee won’t you? With your hair soaked in piss. Your eyes burning. Your nose snorting a woman’s bladder secretions. And swallowing as fast as you can to keep up with the flow. No, that’s not for you tonight Sissy. Here, put your nose in my ass crack while we wait for the next assignment,” she said lifting her skirt. “Sniffing only. I want to keep it nice and dirty for Miss Claire’s AssCleaner Station
.”
Sissy did as he was told and got on his knees behind his mistress, putting his head under her skirt and his nose on her messy brown hole.
The President once again smacked her subby’s ass with her red riding crop, drawing another muffled grunt from behind his ball gag. “Okay. Where were we? Oh yes, Station . Tonight, by special request, Station will be the FootLicker Chair. Everyone will have he opportunity for a nice foot rub while getting your toes sucked and licked. As always, you can direct that tongue anywhere your foot desires. That should be especially soothing for those of you that took advantage of our free gym workout at the Fitness Planet next door before our gathering tonight. Remember, all club members get a generous twenty percent discount when paying for a full year. Now, Miss Claire, who will be our sweaty FootLicker tonight?”
Miss Claire reached into the bucket and pulled out another card. “Number 3.”
Mistress görükle escort Pan, the only trans member of the club, spoke up, “Right here. My servant, Missy, will be happy to be your toe sucker tonight. Please give them a workout,” they encouraged with a grin.
Servant Missy wore a small red sports bra with a matching pair of bulging red panties. Their face was heavily made up with mascara, rouge and scarlet red lipstick. Across their forehead was written the word QUEAN in magic marker.
Miss BrownEye bent down. Pulling her slave’s head out of her ass, she whispered in his ear, “I know that’s not your fave, but I wouldn’t mind you getting some experience with feet. I’ll see if our neighbor, you know, Mrs. StinkBottom, wants her feet cleaned with your tongue this weekend. After you’ve done your duty on her stinky pucker of course. I think I’ll call her tomorrow. Now let’s hope you get the last Station assignment tonight or you’ll be one of those boys sucking dirty cocks again this month. Oh my, maybe you’ll get a nice brown one again. Remember last month? It came right out of that filthy shithole of Misstress KeisterPaste and into your mouth. You’ll never forget how that tasted will you my little Toady? But I’m sure it didn’t taste as good as my delicious ShitPipe, did it Sissy boy? Poor baby.” Again she pulled the chain connecting the painful nipple clamps.
This time there were two loud smacks on the slave’s darkening red ass cheeks as he knelt beside the President. She spoke into the microphone again. “Okay. Next up is the CreampieCleaning Station, . Putting our new massage tables to use, we will have two servants on the job to keep up with the anticipated flow. Pun intended,” she giggled. “And yes, the creamy dessert will be thoroughly cleaned from whichever orifice is presented. Who are the lucky two this month Miss Claire?”
“Lucky numbers 1 and 3.”
“That’s my Cucky HandMaid here,” Mistress StinkTrench spoke up, her slave husband dressed in a maid’s outfit and wearing high heels kneeling beside her.
“And my little ThimbleDick too,” Mistress WhipLash called out, striking her naked slave’s ass with a cane as he knelt on a leash beside her, his cock completely hidden in the small metal cage.
The President then said, mostly for the benefit of the visitors, “Just so you know, these two will be blindfolded so as not to give them any distraction from the job at hand. So you can rest assured they will never know whose well fucked cucci, or asshole, they had on their face tonight.”
With two more strokes of the crop to the scarlet cheeks of her sub, the President looked over at Miss Claire and then addressed the members once again. “And the final drawing will be for two subbies to be strung up at the FlagellationStation
. You’ll have your choice of instruments, including, the crop, a tawse, a whip, a cat-of-9-tails, a cane, and a South African rhinoceros hide Sjambok generously donated by Mistress Scourge. Try it out. And whatever implement you choose, let’s keep it to six strokes per Domme tonight. Anywhere but the face and head please. Let one of us know if you would like to strike the soles of the feet. That can be arranged, too. And while the Station is set up to deliver pain and remind the servant of their place, we do not want to cause serious bodily injury. Enough said.”
Four cracks of the President’s crop rang out. And this time her slave let out a agonized cry and began to whimper. Ignoring him, his Mistress continued. “Okay. Now the remaining four servants’ numbers that weren’t called will take turns as CockCleaners tonight. They will also be at CreampieClean-up Station 5, with the other two CumSuckers. And so far, we have three volunteers to be ass fucked by our visiting Studs tonight. So some Cleaners will be in for a special treat — the Caramel CreamPie. And for those of you in charge, there are wet wipes, sanitizer, and paper towels at the cleaning table as well, in case of any accidents throughout the party. Anything requiring a mop or more, please see our hostess with the mostess, Miss Olivia,” she added, with a gesture to the back of the room.
Off to the left of Miss Boobalicious, in front of the bar, Olivia, in a leather thong and bustier, began shaking her enormous boobs up and down, and smiling while pretending to ride her mop handle like a witch’s broom.
“And as always, Lucky Station # 7 is…the FuckingStation, equipped with a padded table, and also a leather spanking horse for ease of penetration from behind. No spanking allowed. Feel free to indulge yourself as much as you want at your favorite Station tonight, but please be considerate of others that may be waiting behind you. So, let’s get started. Oh, hold on a minute.”
All eyes were on Olivia riding her mop to the podium, boobies bouncing. “I have a note from the management for you Madam President.”
“Thank you Olivia,” the President said unfolding the note handed to her. “Listen up everyone. The management extends their apologies for the lack of air conditioning tonight.” There was a groan from the crowd, some of them with their servants waving improvised fans to cool them. “They have a crew on the way to work on the refrigeration unit as we speak, but it may not be back up and running before the end of our get-together tonight.” Another groan filled the room
“In that case, I think I’ll make a little change to the ToeSucker’s duties at Station 4. In addition to getting your foot licking and toe sucking, if you would like your sweaty armpits licked and sucked too, you may ask the servant at the Station to do that for you. And if the line gets too long, I may reassign a Cocksucker to be a PitLicker as well.”
There was a round of applause and a groan from servant Missy, followed by a slap on their face from Mistress Pan. “That’s you Station tonight. You will do as you’re told Missy. Feet or pits. You’ll do it. Understood? “
Waiting for the nod, Missy replied. “Yes Mistress Pan. I understand. Feet or pits.”
Then Mistress Severe raised her hand and asked, “What about underboob sweat? Mine are soaked.”
This brought laughter from the nodding members, now staring at the glistening cleavage of Miss Severe’s heavy hangers, and the sweat stains beneath them.
“Well, as you know, it’s not about pleasure for the subbies tonight,” the President answered. “But it is about service. So I’ll make an exception and the Station servant can be told to lick the sweat from anyone’s underboob tonight. No nipples. No touching, or we’ll bring out the cuffs and cane. And now, because of these uncomfortably warm conditions, I’m definitely going to reassign CockSucker number 11 to SweatLicking at the ToeSucking Station . So there will one less CockSucker tonight, but everyone can get their sweaty pits and underboobs cleaned up. Thanks for teaching us all a new word tonight Miss Severe,” she said with a laugh.
This brought a round of laughter, cheers and thank yous. The loudest coming from Miss Boobalicious displaying her hairy wet pits and as she waved her arms over her head at the bar. At the same time, Olivia rode her mop in circles in front of Miss B, bouncing her massive mams up and down.
“Okay. Now it’s time to get this party started.” Another round of cheers filled the room. “Subbies report to your assigned Station. And ladies, pick your pleasure. I hope you’ll visit every Station at least once to enhance the training experience for all subbies here tonight. But most of all, have a good time with whatever preferences you choose for your pleasure. Visitors, please feel free to do the same. Olivia and I will be circulating the room should you have questions or need help with the equipment. And there’s a table of extra gear for your use at the back if you forgot something. Be sure to give it a wet wipe before returning it for use by others.”
“Well Sissy, there’s only three CockCleaners now and you’re one of them. I guess it was meant to be” Miss BrownEye said, pulling her slave to his feet by the ear. She then led her Sissy to Station 5 and strapped him into a short-legged bondage chair situated at cock level. “You’re going to have so much fun with all those dirty cocks in your mouth tonight, Sissy. And I’m certainly going to do my part in making one dirty for you. But first, I think I’ll move my bowels again and go give Miss Claire’s AssCleaner a tasty treat to remember me by. Now you do what you’re told Sissy. Here, let’s get some circulation back in those tender nips.” Removing the dangling clover clamps, Sissy groaned in pain as the blood returned to his sensitive buds. She then lifted her skirt and dragged a finger through her wet pussy flaps. Rubbing the slimy goo under Sissy’s nose and across his lips, she said “Don’t forget me Toady. I’ll be back to watch you.” Then she tweaked his sore nipples one more time and turned toward the bar.
The room was slowly coming alive with grunts, groans, moans, whip cracking, and some gagging too, as the Dommes began to move about the Stations and the servants began performing their duties. Naturally, the Fucking Station was right away one of the busiest, as many of the Dommes wanted to contribute to the CreamPie Cleaning Station, as well as give the CockSuckers a tasty cleanup task. And of course, to treat themselves to an experienced Cocksman. Soon, after two trips to Station 5 for clean-up with the mop already, Olivia left a puke bucket for use by any of the newbie CockSuckers.
To Be Continued
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