Femdom club
"Here is your copy of the contract, sign here, here, and here," said an attractive girl, handing me the contract to sign.
"All done, signed."
"Then you can now come to our club any time when the programs begin."
I should explain where and why I was planning to go and what contracts I was signing. It was a femdom club, and I signed the contracts so the club could use its full arsenal of possibilities on me without bearing any responsibility for it. The club's program included three-day, five-day, and week-long options. There were also two-week and month-long options, but for those, you had to
sign an additional contract, which I hadn't yet decided to do.I signed up about a week later for a three-day femdom session. At the appointed time, I was already standing at the doors of the club, which was located on the outskirts of the city in a fairly large but outwardly unremarkable building. At the entrance, I was met by a pleasant girl who led me to the so-called changing room, where she immediately ordered me in a commanding tone to strip completely naked.
I felt somewhat awkward and even thought maybe I had made a mistake starting all this, but since I had come, I obeyed and took off all my clothes. The girl, not at all embarrassed by my nakedness, took all my clothes and belongings, including my phone, and said I would get them back after the three-day program ended.
The awkwardness remained, but I was consumed by curiosity about what awaited me. I had learned about this club online while browsing femdom-themed websites and really wanted to experience its services firsthand. I had recently moved to this city at the invitation of an employer who promised me a high salary. Being young, I hadn't yet started a family, so with no new friends or a girlfriend yet, I was bored. My schedule was flexible, and I could even carve out a week for such entertainment. But for now, I decided not to take the week-long program and limited myself to the three-day one. The club's services were expensive, but with my new salary, I could afford it.
Meanwhile, I was taken to a special room where, as they said, I was to be prepared for further procedures. They gave me an epilation of all hair under my arms, on my pubic area and chest, shaved my beard, gave me an enema, and bathed me in a special bathtub with some additives. All this was done by two girls in robes; they only instructed me where to stand, turn, lie down, etc.
After all the procedures were done, a girl in a tight latex bodysuit took me. She wasn't fat, but her body had voluptuous curves. She led me down through corridors somewhere into the basement. When we reached our destination, another girl was waiting for us there, also in latex clothing, but it was a dress that tightly hugged her figure down to the waist, and below the waist, it was loose, reaching about mid-thigh. She, like the first girl, was curvy. The girls were very seductive in these outfits.
"Now you are our slave, and we are your mistresses, and you will only address us with the words mistress, ruler, or queen,"—at the word queen, she smiled, but the smile was fleeting, and she immediately put on a serious expression again.
"You will be our toy for satisfying our lust, and we will do whatever we want with you," said the second.
They led me to a special device where I was fixed on all fours with special metal restraints, and I couldn't move at all. The girls took out two strap-ons, put them on in front of my face, and then one of them took lubricant and began lubricating my anus. I understood what awaited me. Now I could feel her fingers in my ass, and after the fingers came the strap-on.
When they finished fucking me with the strap-ons, they inserted an anal plug into my ass. Then they freed me, but the freedom was short-lived. Right there stood a large inflatable bed to which they led me. The bed wasn't ordinary; at the top, there was something like a bag that was part of the bed. They ordered me to get into this bag, zipped it up on the side, and turned on the pump. When the pump stopped working, I was tightly enveloped by the bag. Only my face and my genitals remained free.
"Now, slave, it's time to feed you."
The girls took a banana, peeled it, and inserted it into the vagina of the one in the dress. The second girl in the bodysuit unzipped the zipper at the bottom of her stomach and straddled my cock, starting to move. The one in the dress positioned her vagina right next to my mouth and began slowly pushing out the banana, so I had to slowly bite off pieces and eat it. The taste of the banana mixed with female lubrication incredibly aroused me; I had never had such a sexual lunch in my life.
Now, the one who was fucking me got off my cock, took an enema from the table, and completely drew the contents of a glass on the table, which contained milk, into the enema. Then she inserted the enema into her anus and injected all its contents there. Now, the one who fed me the banana straddled my cock, and the other positioned her anus right in front of my mouth and began emptying the milk directly into my mouth. I didn't feel anything foreign besides the milk; apparently, the girls thoroughly prepare for men visiting the club. There was only the pleasant taste of milk. Drinking milk from a girl's anus while another is riding your cock is an indescribable sensation.
After the feeding, the girls tied up my cock and balls with a special strap, which apparently was meant to prevent my ejaculation. And then the riding on my cock began; now the girls didn't forget about their own pleasure. I could feel it from the convulsive squeezes on my cock when they came each time. While one was riding the cock, the other would present her pussy right to my mouth and force me to lick her, which also made the girls come.
They continued switching places between themselves like this. When they had come to their heart's content, they freed my cock and balls from the strap but still didn't allow me to cum and left for the night. And so I had to sleep in the inflated bag with the anal plug in my ass. In the morning, everything repeated: first, feeding from anuses and vaginas, and then alternating fucking of my cock and licking of pussies. Later, they finally freed me but immediately took me to another room with a large pool.
I became curious about what was prepared for me this time. They put something rubber on me from above and, along with that, led me to the water and inflated it all. It turned out to be an inflatable mattress where my hands were tightly pressed against the sides of the mattress, and my head was in the middle of this structure. I was helpless and floated in the water like a buoy. My legs had been tied together beforehand so I couldn't move or kick them underwater. The two girls who were with me yesterday and today left the room, and one woman in a robe took their place.
It should be said that not only men could join this club but also women who wanted to enjoy power over men. If yesterday's girls were club employees, the lady who appeared today, and from her words, it was clear she was a club visitor like me. The woman was about forty but had aged well, apparently doing sports. Her figure was magnificent, with stunning size-four breasts, a toned butt, a flat stomach, an attractive face, and long dark hair. I was mesmerized by her appearance.
"Well then, my slave, they've given you to me for the whole day at my disposal, so you can satisfy me and fulfill all my whims. I don't hear an answer."
"Yes, my new mistress, I will do everything for you."
"That's good. First, let's swim with you."
She climbed onto the inflatable mattress. Her crotch ended up right next to my face; it seemed that's how the mattress structure was designed. She moved her pussy closer to my lips and ordered me to satisfy her orally. I began licking her labia and clitoris, sometimes penetrating her vagina with my tongue. The woman pushed off from the edge, and we began swimming back and forth in the pool.
She paddled slowly with her hands, and the mattress with her and me moved slowly. The first orgasm hit her when we were right in the middle of the pool. She pressed into my head, and she was shaking with convulsions, and her lubrication splashed onto me with force, being pulled from her depths. All this incredibly aroused me. My helplessness, the fact that this woman was using me for her satisfaction, that my whole face was smeared with her secretions—I was delighted by all of it.
After three orgasms that my tongue gave her, she moved slightly away from my face, and we just swam around the pool. When she had rested, she moved her pussy close again, and the series of orgasms continued. Then she even dozed off a little, and all this time I could gaze at her feminine charms up close. Even the water couldn't cool my arousal; my cock stood straight up like a buoy.
We swam like this for several hours, after which my mistress called those two girls. They freed me from the inflatable mattress but took me to another room, laid me on a bed, and tied my limbs to the bedposts so they were spread in different directions. I was helpless again, but I really liked this state.
When I was tied up, the same lady who spent time with me on the mattress appeared. She was given the same strap for preventing ejaculation, which she used. She put a condom on my cock and, after stroking me a little with her hands, straddled me. My cock was rock hard, so penetration was easy; she jumped on me like crazy; it was clear that all this gave her immense pleasure. She came on me several times again, then, apparently completely satisfied, she unfastened the strap and collapsed on me. She fell asleep right on top of me. My face spent the whole night between her two seductive breasts. When I woke up, she was already gone; I was even a little upset, although I still wasn't allowed to release, I was delighted by the experience.
The last day was also eventful. I was taken to a large hall with a long set table. It turned out my fate was not to be at the table but under it. I was fixed near one of the chairs, facing the seat. As it turned out, I wasn't alone here; there were other male club members like me, also fixed around the perimeter of the table near each chair.
So, my [mistress] was with my neighbor on the right, and the one sitting on the left was with me. The one who was with me was already quite aroused, and her love juices were dripping down her leg; I didn't have to try for long; she came quickly. The music changed again, and the ladies switched seats again. Over the day, they completed a full circle. And I had to please each one with my tongue. Some experienced pleasure silently, others didn't hide their enjoyment and came with moans and cries. When the event ended, I and the others were freed and taken to different rooms.
As it turned out, I was taken to a milking room. I was again secured with metal clamps, my legs spread apart and also fixed. All this was conducted by the same two girls in the bodysuit and dress. They put a special device on my cock and turned it on. At the same time, one of the girls inserted fingers into my ass, and the other caressed my scrotum. The milking device started working; it moved back and forth along my cock, and the sensations were like from a real girl's vagina. I came literally within a minute of such stimulation, finally getting the long-awaited release that I hadn't been allowed before.
But after the first orgasm, they didn't stop and continued the milking. This went on for a couple of hours. During that time, I came about five times. As it turned out, and I later read in the contract, my sperm and the sperm of other club visitors are sold to women who visit this club for cosmetic procedures. The realization that I was being milked not just for fun added even more to my delight with the club.
At the end of the program, I was given all my personal belongings, and I went home in a great mood. All of it was such an unforgettable, indescribable adventure that words can't capture. Now I was thinking about trying the programs offered for longer periods.